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PRESENTS. . .

Shadows Have Gone

Book 3 of End of All Things Series

by Lissa Bryan

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Release Date: March 26 , 2015

Genre: FICTION / Dystopian/ Romance / General

ISBN e-book: 978-1-61213-375-1

Available from: Amazon, Kobo, Barnes and Noble, and TWCS PH

~~SUMMARY~~

Carly Daniels knows what it is to suffer loss. She knows what it is to sacrifice. In the two years since a pandemic virus—known only as the Infection—decimated humanity, she’s made choices she never could have imagined. She’s condoned violence in the name of peace and done the unthinkable in the name of mercy. But with Justin at her side, she’s also learned there’s nothing she can’t face and nothing she wouldn’t do to protect those she loves.

But now another threat has arrived in the form of a uniformed man driving an army truck, claiming to represent the remnant of the United States military. Someone has set their sights on their community . . . and on Justin. The struggle to defend their little homeland is far from over, and the visitors may have brought more danger with them than just their weapons.

The shadows are closing in. Carly has to find out whether she has the strength to stand on her own when all of her support has fallen away. What remains when the shadows have gone?

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~~AN INTERVIEW WITH LISSA BRYAN~~

Jess: Holy cow, woman. This is our third interview in a month. It actually feels like we’re socializing on a regular basis!

Lissa: And you still want to talk to me. It’s a marvel.

I will always want to talk to you. All right, Trouble. What are we going to talk about today?

“The time has come,” the walrus said, “To talk of many things. Of shoes, of ships, and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings.”

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Hmm… Seems to me that the walrus cried before gobbling up his oyster friends, no? And you say I like to torture my readers. Do you know how many times you had me in tears during this book? I was beta reading and had to record comments while dying. My kids actually came to see what was wrong with me at one point!

Yeah, you love it, don’t ya!

Actually, no… I’m not a sadist like you, darling. 🙂 I don’t really enjoy torturing my readers, so it’s not intentional. I feel the same pain. When a character dies in one of my stories, I lose them, too. I never hear their “voice” in my head again. I wouldn’t kill off someone unless I was sure the story required it. Several times, I’ve attempted re-writes in my head to try to find a way around a death, but it almost inevitably leads me back to the same point.

You just had to kill off somebody I love, didn’t you.

In this case, yes. I loved that character, too, but the death only made sense, if you think about it. Life in the Wasteland would be brutal and pitiless.

In the name of Verisimilitude, I may forgive you someday. Just this once. So, you’ve been traveling again. Find any really creepy abandoned buildings to wander about in?

The schedule so far hasn’t permitted much exploration, but I’m going to try to squeeze some in.

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I have been following your exploits. I live vicariously through you.

If the Apocalypse hits for reals, do you have plans?

You mean besides curling up on the floor and crying?

Hey, that’s my plan!!!

I’m not sure I would make it, honestly. I talk a good game, but I don’t have Carly’s moxie. I am very much a spoiled 21st century girl who needs her creature comforts. “Roughing it” for me is staying at a hotel without room service.

Tell me about it. Every time my kids ask if we can camp or fish, I start stammering, make an excuse and run away.

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I had to start a fire from scratch over at my grandmother’s house last winter, and I was dismal at it. I found myself having to stop and say, “Okay, Lissa, if Carly can do this, so can you.” It took me several tries to get the blaze going. Justin would surely have chided me for wasting matches.

I can start a fire, only because we have a fire pit out in the yard. But Hubbs likes to dump green or wet wood in there (it’s convenient). That ticks me off.

You would laugh so hard if you could see my office right now. There was a really good sale on, so I picked up all sorts of treats the fam likes, but if I were to leave the goodies in the kitchen they’d be gone in a day. So I have 6 boxes of cookies, a huge bag of mini chocolate bars, some chips, nachos, popcorn and a 40 box package of Kraft Dinner in here. The wine is conveniently close. If the zombies show up tomorrow, I have stuff to barter. Do you stow food in sneaky places? Do you hide the yummy Cheezits from others?

I’ve discovered the hard way that if I hide things, I forget where I put them. Hilarity ensues.

But then you find hidden treasure. That’s what I tell myself, anyway. 🙂

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I do have survival-type stuff, but not because I’m prepping for the apocalypse. What I’m thinking of is natural disaster and a short-term interruption in the flow of supplies. So I have gallons of water, a case of peanut butter, survival food bars (which taste abominable, but are light in case of evacuation), a supply of necessary meds for the humans and pets, and various weather gear. My household could survive comfortably for a week or two if we were cut off by a flood or tornado. Albeit, I’d be extremely grumpy because of the lack of tea.

I only keep survival supplies on hand during the summer. Well, we do have supplies in the trunk of the van, in case there’s a blizzard. I figure there are a lot of hands in the house and in an emergency they can all help carry something. It’s probably a bad plan. LOLOL!

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Unlike me, you aren’t a foodie. But you like your tea. I’ve never asked you what your favourite kind of tea is.

English breakfast – as black as my soul, and strong enough to tan hides, but sweet enough to induce diabetic coma in an elephant. “One lump or two?” Are you joking? Leave the sugar bowl and go get another.

I can drink my tea without sugar, but I put a lot of it in my coffee. We need to have a cuppa tea. And maybe, watch some Vikings.

I’ve told you: getting us together would likely destroy the earth.

Then we’ll do it when we’re old.

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I love the book.

Thank you. I love it, but I also hate it, because it means saying goodbye to Carly and Justin. I’m going to miss those two, especially hearing Justin’s “voice” in my head. Carly is so upbeat and optimistic, but Justin is more like me with his sarcasm and dark humor.

 

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I’m thinking and sporadically working on other “Wasteland” books, and maybe Carly and Justin would pop up in my new characters’ travels. That would be neat.

Well, you know where to find me when it’s time for a beta reader. 😉 Good spending time with you, Sis. Thanks for joining me. xoox

~~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~~

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Lissa Bryan is an astronaut, renowned Kabuki actress, Olympic pole vault gold medalist, Iron Chef champion, and scientist who recently discovered the cure for athlete’s foot…though only in her head. Real life isn’t so interesting, which is why she spends most of her time writing.

She is the author of four other novels, Ghostwriter, The End of All Things, its sequel, The Land of the Shadows, and Under These Restless Skies.

 

 

 

 

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Praise for Shadows Have Gone

“I laughed, I cried, I was gently amused, but what could I expect? Times are tough, no one is trustworthy and yet there is a sweet innocence about some characters that hit you right between the eyes; they are always so positive and wanting to see the best in others. Once again, Lissa Bryan has taken the handoff from a previous book and run with it at breakneck speeds with barely a misstep in sight!” – Dianne

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~~OTHER TITLES IN THE SERIES~~
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After a terrible virus ravages the planet, Carly Daniels, one of the few survivors, hides in her apartment in Juneau trying to survive the best she can with only occasional forays to gather food. With her is Sam, a wolf puppy she found starving on the streets. He becomes her companion and a reason to continue when giving up sometimes seems like the more attractive option. Still dazed with shock and grief, she hopes for the world to go back to normal soon.
She is discovered by Justin, an ex-soldier who is intent on making his way to Florida before the winter sets in. Justin coaxes her out of her hiding place and convinces her to join him on his journey, because a warmer climate will be their best chance against the extremes of Mother Nature.
Together, they begin a perilous journey through a nation laid to waste by the disaster. Challenges abound along the way. The weather, injury, and shortage of supplies all help to slow them down. In time, they discover that they aren’t the only survivors. Some are friendly but some have had their minds destroyed by the high fever. Then there are those who simply take what they want, leaving Carly and Justin with no choice but to defend what is theirs.
But their journey is not without joy and love. Together, they face every struggle, including an unplanned pregnancy. Despite the perils of bringing a child into a world of chaos, their baby is a new beginning for themselves and a symbol of hope for the other survivors they find along the way.
This is the story of their journey to find a place to begin a new life, and a home in each other.

 

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Tales from the End Book 1.5

The Horsemen
L.A.’s mayor has declared quarantine to try to halt the spread of the Infection. Pearl sets off across the city to buy supplies, but already the world is changing. Something strange is in the air. The Horsemen are coming …
Veronica
When Veronica’s mother doesn’t come home from work and no one answers the phone when she calls for help, a nine-year-old girl is thrown into the chaos of a world coming to an end. Veronica decides it’s up to her to find her family. “Veronica” is the story of a little girl’s courage in the face of the end of all things.“I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud”
They called her Shadowfax– the mare Carly and Justin found on their travels. But before she was found by Carly, the retired dressage horse was known as Cloud. An unusual tale of the end, told through the eyes of a confused and lonely horse, left in her pasture.Birthday
(A previously-published bonus story.) Carly knows Justin has never celebrated his birthday, and after society crumbled, no one knows what date it is, anyway. But she wants to do something special for him. Celebrating the little things helps them keep hope alive, and as a blizzard rages outside, a small gesture of love warms their home.
Tales of courage, tales of survival… Tales from the End.
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The Land of The Shadow Book 2

After surviving the Infection and a perilous journey through the wasteland that was once the United States, Carly and Justin have found a safe home in the isolated town of Colby.Even so, balancing the duties of survival and a growing family isn’t easy. As they emerge as leaders, they face difficult questions about justice in a lawless land, basic human rights, and freedom in a world where strength defines worth. More than ever, they have to rely on one another for strength and support during the darkest of times.

The Crisis is far from over. Their fences won’t keep the world out forever, and a new threat is emerging—a gang of predators who see the town as easy pickings. When danger looms over Colby, Carly must decide how far she’ll go to protect those she loves.

It’s a journey down the long and broken road through The Land of the Shadow.

 

 

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Coming of age 1960’s. Hilly keeps her mother’s secrets. But she has some of her own, a love from childhood for the golden boy Danny, the one who no longer sees her. Soon they are tied by more than childhood history. It’s a long dark road toward finding her thunder.

 

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It was Danny Boyd.  Mary was no less surprised when the Angel Gabriel appeared to announce the pregnancy that changed everything. My heart took off under the hand I’d splayed on my chest.  I couldn’t have my senses more assaulted.  It wasn’t possible.  He stood there, a head taller, his black hair long, longer than I’d ever seen it, and long sideburns.  His eyes, green in that tanned face.  He had a thin moustache that met these carefully sculpted patches around his beautiful mouth.  Rock and roll star.  But muscular…I felt faint.  Faint from his nearness.  My shoulder where he’d tapped me, it throbbed.  God, he was a man.

 

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Review + Giveaway: Shadows Have Gone by Lissa Bryan

 

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PRESENTS. . .

Shadows Have Gone

Book 3 of End of All Things Series

by Lissa Bryan

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Release Date: March 26 , 2015

Genre: FICTION / Dystopian/ Romance / General

ISBN e-book: 978-1-61213-375-1

Available from: Amazon, Kobo, Barnes and Noble, and TWCS PH

~~SUMMARY~~

Carly Daniels knows what it is to suffer loss. She knows what it is to sacrifice. In the two years since a pandemic virus—known only as the Infection—decimated humanity, she’s made choices she never could have imagined. She’s condoned violence in the name of peace and done the unthinkable in the name of mercy. But with Justin at her side, she’s also learned there’s nothing she can’t face and nothing she wouldn’t do to protect those she loves.

But now another threat has arrived in the form of a uniformed man driving an army truck, claiming to represent the remnant of the United States military. Someone has set their sights on their community . . . and on Justin. The struggle to defend their little homeland is far from over, and the visitors may have brought more danger with them than just their weapons.

The shadows are closing in. Carly has to find out whether she has the strength to stand on her own when all of her support has fallen away. What remains when the shadows have gone?


 

~~EXCERPT~~

“There’s other news,” Justin said. “We made contact with a man driving an army truck.”
“The army?”
“Someone with the army?”
“There’s an army?”
“Whose army?” Pete’s voice rang above the excited babble.
“That’s the right question,” Justin said. “Whose army? He might have been wearing a uniform and claiming affiliation, but I have my doubts.”
“He claimed to be from the US Army?”
Claimed,” Justin said, stressing the word hard. “And his claim had a few inconsistencies. I was in the Army, and I know. Whatever this guy is a part of, it’s not the army as we knew it.”
“What did he want?”
“Said he was out scouting and saw the smoke. He agreed to leave a message outside of Clayton if his people want to get in contact with us again. And I would imagine they will.”Shadows-Have-Gone-3D-Paperback-eReader
“Last thing we need is another fight,” Grady said. He took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “You think they know where we are?”
“General area. We wouldn’t be that hard to find if someone was really searching for us. If they’re really army, then yes, they know exactly where we are as we speak. But as I said, I have my doubts.”
“Think it will come to a fight?” Pete asked.
Justin scratched his chin. “I really can’t say. What I can say is that we always need to be prepared for it, prepared to defend what is ours.”
“What if they really are the army? Would we be America again?”
“Wait. When did we stop being America?”
“America is dead.” This came from David, his voice as blunt as a dropped stone. “We all saw it die two years ago. I don’t know what we are now, but the Constitution sure ain’t in effect anymore. There’s no government. There’s no social contract holding us together. That’s what America was, you know—a collective agreement of the people. Now we’re just—” He sliced a hand through the air.
“If the army is still active, that would mean there is a government, which would make this still America,” Grady said. “They’d be the government’s representatives, establishing order.”
Justin shook his head. “You’re thinking way too far ahead. Even if they are US Army—and that’s a very big if—they don’t have control of the whole country. There is no centralized government, no law enforcement. They’re not coming to rescue us.”

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REVIEW:

If you like adventurous, apocalyptic action stories, do not miss this series. And this volume is the best of the three.

I was lucky to beta edit every book in this series and this instalment is an emotional roller coaster. It has all the feels! I honestly don’t want to tell you anything about it because I’m loathe to give anything away.

You will respect Carly. You will fall in love with Justin. Kaden and the folks of Colby will impress you. I adore Pearl. What more can I say? It’s for sale now, so go and grab it!

Lissa will be back here for an interview on Tuesday, March 31st. I do hope you’ll come back to hang out with us.

Happy reading!

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Lissa Bryan is an astronaut, renowned Kabuki actress, Olympic pole vault gold medalist, Iron Chef champion, and scientist who recently discovered the cure for athlete’s foot…though only in her head. Real life isn’t so interesting, which is why she spends most of her time writing.

She is the author of four other novels, Ghostwriter, The End of All Things, its sequel, The Land of the Shadows, and Under These Restless Skies.

 

 

 

 

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Praise for Shadows Have Gone

“I laughed, I cried, I was gently amused, but what could I expect? Times are tough, no one is trustworthy and yet there is a sweet innocence about some characters that hit you right between the eyes; they are always so positive and wanting to see the best in others. Once again, Lissa Bryan has taken the handoff from a previous book and run with it at breakneck speeds with barely a misstep in sight!” – Dianne

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~~OTHER TITLES IN THE SERIES~~
Ω
After a terrible virus ravages the planet, Carly Daniels, one of the few survivors, hides in her apartment in Juneau trying to survive the best she can with only occasional forays to gather food. With her is Sam, a wolf puppy she found starving on the streets. He becomes her companion and a reason to continue when giving up sometimes seems like the more attractive option. Still dazed with shock and grief, she hopes for the world to go back to normal soon.
She is discovered by Justin, an ex-soldier who is intent on making his way to Florida before the winter sets in. Justin coaxes her out of her hiding place and convinces her to join him on his journey, because a warmer climate will be their best chance against the extremes of Mother Nature.
Together, they begin a perilous journey through a nation laid to waste by the disaster. Challenges abound along the way. The weather, injury, and shortage of supplies all help to slow them down. In time, they discover that they aren’t the only survivors. Some are friendly but some have had their minds destroyed by the high fever. Then there are those who simply take what they want, leaving Carly and Justin with no choice but to defend what is theirs.
But their journey is not without joy and love. Together, they face every struggle, including an unplanned pregnancy. Despite the perils of bringing a child into a world of chaos, their baby is a new beginning for themselves and a symbol of hope for the other survivors they find along the way.
This is the story of their journey to find a place to begin a new life, and a home in each other.

 

Ω

Tales from the End Book 1.5

The Horsemen
L.A.’s mayor has declared quarantine to try to halt the spread of the Infection. Pearl sets off across the city to buy supplies, but already the world is changing. Something strange is in the air. The Horsemen are coming …
Veronica
When Veronica’s mother doesn’t come home from work and no one answers the phone when she calls for help, a nine-year-old girl is thrown into the chaos of a world coming to an end. Veronica decides it’s up to her to find her family. “Veronica” is the story of a little girl’s courage in the face of the end of all things.“I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud”
They called her Shadowfax– the mare Carly and Justin found on their travels. But before she was found by Carly, the retired dressage horse was known as Cloud. An unusual tale of the end, told through the eyes of a confused and lonely horse, left in her pasture.Birthday
(A previously-published bonus story.) Carly knows Justin has never celebrated his birthday, and after society crumbled, no one knows what date it is, anyway. But she wants to do something special for him. Celebrating the little things helps them keep hope alive, and as a blizzard rages outside, a small gesture of love warms their home.
Tales of courage, tales of survival… Tales from the End.
Ω

The Land of The Shadow Book 2

After surviving the Infection and a perilous journey through the wasteland that was once the United States, Carly and Justin have found a safe home in the isolated town of Colby.Even so, balancing the duties of survival and a growing family isn’t easy. As they emerge as leaders, they face difficult questions about justice in a lawless land, basic human rights, and freedom in a world where strength defines worth. More than ever, they have to rely on one another for strength and support during the darkest of times.

The Crisis is far from over. Their fences won’t keep the world out forever, and a new threat is emerging—a gang of predators who see the town as easy pickings. When danger looms over Colby, Carly must decide how far she’ll go to protect those she loves.

It’s a journey down the long and broken road through The Land of the Shadow.

 

 

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Character Interview + Giveaway: Eire’s Devil King by Sandi Layne

 

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Éire’s Devil King

Book 3 of Éire’s Viking Trilogy

by Sandi Layne

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Release Date: April 2 , 2015

Genre: FICTION / Historical Fiction Time Periods/ Medieval / Viking

ISBN e-book: 978-1-61213-376-8

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~~SUMMARY~~

A man of ability and ambition, Tuirgeis Erlingrson has nurtured the desire to carve a place of leadership for himself on the Green Island, Éire, that he has raided multiple times. After the death of his wife in Nordweg, he takes his surviving son to Éire. Having connections with his adopted brother, Cowan, and Agnarr, his former countryman, Tuirgeis feels he has the support he needs to make his claims strong.

Agnarr is torn. His promise to Aislinn to remain with her on Éire is still in force, and he resists Tuirgeis’s requests to join the conquering forces from Nordweg. He desires above all things to maintain a safe home for his wife and children in Dal Fíatach. Charis encourages Cowan to do the same, though this makes for tense moments between them.EDK-3D-Open-Book-2

After initial disastrous attempts to achieve his ambition, Tuirgeis comes to learn that there is more to claiming a kingship than merely overpowering the locals. Tuirgeis finds himself at odds with the very people he had hoped would reinforce him. In addition, he wants to establish his father-line. He has one son; he wants another to be born of Éire. Will the woman of his choice accept and support him?

At length, Agnarr and Aislinn—though she is heavy with child—sail with Cowan and Charis to join Tuirgeis as he battles over one final summer to attain the High Kingship of the island.

Tuirgeis knows he doesn’t have long to make his claims; the Danes are coming in greater numbers than before. As he wins men of Éire to his cause, he has to maintain the relationships he has already fostered with Agnarr and Cowan. Charis finds that her Otherworldly gifts are needed by a man she considers her enemy.

 

~~EXCERPT~~

It was dark in the langhús, save for the glowing of the coals banked in the fire ring. Agnarr enjoyed his wife’s responsiveness to him, and when they made love, he never forgot to thank his new God for letting her live through the births of the children their bodies made together. Before the sun crept under the door and through the shutters over the new windows, they were smiling and silent and relishing the moments—he knew there would only be moments—before the children stirred in the bench-bed they shared.

Later, as their son and daughter began shifting restlessly prior to awakening, Agnarr sat up and blew out a breath. “Wife.”

“Yes, husband?” She joined him, finding his hand with hers in the shadowy enclosure of their private area.

EDK-3D-Paperback-1“We need to be ready. You need to be ready. You and the children.”

She sighed and shifted on the blankets so that she was looking directly at him. As was her habit, she continued to touch him with her fingers as she spoke. “I can fight. And you gave Dow a real knife at the Christ Mass.”

Discomfort tightened his stomach as he shook his head. “You need to be able to escape, just in case.” He knew far too well what would happen if someone found his attractive wife. Someone whom he didn’t know. Someone who would find her dark hair appealing and the tatú on her cheek mysterious and alluring. Someone who would want to take her as their leman, as he had once taken Charis.

Someone who might take his son as a slave.

Jaw tightening in anger, he shook his head again. Hard. “You know what can happen to you.” Her eyes were on his face, and he met their steady gaze. “And the children. You need to be able to get away. We should find a way to make you safe.”

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Hello, Tuirgeis, why have you come to Éire?

*bows briefly and eyes Jess up and down* Heill, lady.

I am in hopes that speaking with you will bring some to understanding why I came, and for that I thank you. Éire, this Green Isle, is a healthy land. Rich in soil and its people. I came first, I will tell you honestly, because of the bounty I could take away with me. Long years ago, that was.

 

Viking storm shipBut after my fellow Ostman, Agnarr Halvardson—Have you met him?

I have!

After Agnarr came to settle here, I saw that there were many more opportunities here than I knew. And I saw that they had a king. I felt I could be a king. I could be their king, and I would hold the land with more strength than had been known before. There are no kings in Nordweg, so I sought the triumph here.

 

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It seems that some of your men would sooner raid than befriend the locals. Do they not see the benefits of coming peacefully to this place?

Well.

My men, you see, are accustomed to raiding. As I was. As was any man who sought the glory of battle and Valhalla. *he eyes Jess again with a lifted brow* This is how they have lived and change, as I have learned, is difficult to make in one’s training. The notion of not raiding, but rather of staying and finding the wealth and opportunities of this island has not come easily. Many of my men would prefer to take their treasure and return home. This is how it has been done and it makes sense to us.

Only the best are staying with me, here. *nods*

 

Viking godsDo you have a particular god that you honour?

I do look to Odin, the All Father. His wisdom was hard-won and his strength is unequalled.

 

Warriors killed in battle go to Valhalla. What happens to other men, women and children when they die?

*nods, looking serious and thoughtful* When my wife Otta died, she went to Helheim. Of this, I am certain. Helheim is the dwelling of the goddess Hel and is in the mountains of the Otherworld. She will remain there with other ladies of rank and bravery. Others who die will find themselves in Fólkvanger, which is what you would call the Field of the People. It is a place where we go and are in company with others. No one is alone in the Otherworld.

 

Are the Éiremen very strange to you?

The men of Éire are not all that different from the men of Nordweg, no, save that they worship the Man-God of the Christians. And they build odd round houses that have no order. There is my brother’s wife, Charis, though. She is very strange. A different woman. She is intriguing and maddening and the strangest person I have met in Éire.

 

Tell us about your wyrd.

*Lifts a brow* What about my wyrd?

Every man has his wyrd, Lady. The destiny known from the Norns. I have always known it was my destiny to lead others. *nods* In Nordweg, I did so with the consent of those who did look to me. The gods smile on those who seek glory, so I sought more here in Éire and found my destiny on the isle. It is clear to me that taking Cowan as my trell was as much for my wyrd as it was for his. I came to find a brother in him. A brother of another leader.

Is it not obvious? My wyrd has been fulfilled.

 

Beautiful woman with curly long hairstyle against black backgroundYou wanted a local woman to marry and bear you children. Is this with the aim of integration?

Yes. A son of Éire would be more accepted by the men of Éire for the future of my father-line. He would have ties to the Ostmen, who would come to respect him, and to the Éiremen, who would know his blood came from Éire.

Why Ide?

*he offers a slanted smile, a light in his eyes* Ide is beautiful. She is not a young girl, but an experienced widow, and highly desirable. Who would not want such a woman? And do you not know that she is well-connected? She would be an asset to any man seeking alliance with the kings of the North in Éire.

Besides, I have always admired women with red hair. They bring fire to a man’s bed. *nods*

 

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You seem very interested in Charis.

Charis, yes. *shifts, looks thoughtful but wary* When Agnarr first took her, many years past, she chose to obey me when she would not heed him. Did you know that? They called her the moonbeam healer. I have never seen color in her cheeks.

She is a remarkable woman. I’ve seen her fight. I’ve seen her heal. I’ve seen her bear the trials the gods send us and she is more stubborn than any three men.

*purses lips* She was a widow and is married to my brother, but if she had borne children to the men that were her husbands? I would have fought to make her mine. *he chuckles ruefully* Of course, she would have had a thing to say about that, indeed. But. Still. I think I could have won her, had I tried.

I did not try. But that does not mean I would have failed.

Monk Eadwine 1150 CanteburyWhat do you hope history remembers about you?

I have found a bard, a man of Éire who will tell of my deeds. He was a monk of this island, but he is well able to talk to my men. It is his task to record my deeds so that others will know of them. Their sons and their sons’ sons.

I would hope that these sons’ sons will know of my courage and strength in battle. They will know of my successes in uniting the men of Éire and Nordweg to become one people. David Joseph will tell how I was able to bring together the leaders of the North with those near Dubh Linn and be their Ard Ri – their High King. How I kept the land safe from the invasions of the Danes, and how I opened trade routes with those across the seas. I have the best navigators with me, and they will make us rich.

And I would hope that when I die and go to Valhalla to join my fathers, that the stories will say I did so bravely.

It is all any warrior could wish.

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95366-sandiAward winning author of short Celtic fiction, Sandi Layne is the creator of the Éire’s Viking Trilogy, as well as works of contemporary Christian romance.

She began by self-publishing her novels in 2000, garnering a loyal group of readers whom she continues to appreciate to this day.

Married for more than twenty years to a fantastic man, she has two sons, no pets, and a plethora of imaginary friends. Her interests range from ancient civilizations to science fiction. With degrees in English and Ministry, she also claims Theology’s crimson Masters collar which she has been known to don on rare occasions.

If you drive by her window before dawn, it is likely she’ll have a light on for you. Or at the very least, she’ll be alert on twitter. She invites you to visit her online space at http://sandyquill.com.

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“If you are looking for a read that makes history read real, this is the series for you.” – Kathie on Goodreads
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Professor Stephen Worthington has been schooled in the bedroom by free-spirited student Julia Wilde. But what started as a casual arrangement has turned into so much more—at least for Stephen.

Head over heels, Stephen is tired of being just “sex buddies.” Julia’s resisting, but her blithe attitude towards keeping it casual may just be a front. Can he prove to her that their amazing sexual chemistry can mix with romance and ultimately win her heart?

In this eagerly awaited sequel to S.J. Hooks’ successful first novel, Absolute Beginners, readers will find themselves riding alongside Stephen and Julia’s highs and lows as their friends-with-benefits relationship reaches a crossroads. Absolute Lovers’ humor and romance will tease and delight both dedicated fans and new readers alike.

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Review + Giveaway: Me and Mom Fall for Spencer by Diane Munier

Diane cover largeThe house next door to Sarah and her mother Marie has been vacant since the murder that happened there when Sarah was ten. Their neighbor, Frieda, was like a second mother to Sarah and she died brutally and the neighborhood never recovered. No one has lived in Frieda’s house for seventeen years. Imagine Sarah’s surprise when it finally sells to an on-line buyer. She looks through the thick growth separating her house from the other and a wild man looks back. He’s not exactly wild. He’s thirty-seven year old Spencer Gundry. Once he shaves the beard and gets a haircut, he’s not hard to look at. Well Sarah’s mom doesn’t think so, and neither does she. Problem is, Spencer has a few secrets of his own.

excerpt stickerThings don’t sell quickly in this town, that’s for sure. But with the murder, no one wanted Frieda’s haunted house even though it was repainted beige and all personal knick-knacks were long gone. Such as blood spray on the walls. No one wanted that really.

 So imagine my shock, or dismay I should say, when he moves in. I see him over the fence. I go out there because the squirrels keep stealing my sweet corn and I only planted four short rows. So I go out there to whack a stick at the squirrels and I see that rental truck in front of the place and no sooner do I think about that and here he comes from around the back of it.

 Right off I am interested. I mean, who buys a house where…who does that?

But I’m oohing and owing my way to the backdoor cause, no shoes, and I am nearly there when he calls out, in a very handsome voice, a voice so nice I would know it belonged to a very handsome man if it’s all I had to go on. And he is handsome. I knew that at the three second glance when he’d first manifested from the back of the rental truck.

 The closer he gets the more right I am. And I have to make myself not bolt.

Review stickerAccording to popular opinion, Sarah Sullivan is stuck. In her mid-twenties, she lives in her mother’s house, works from home, foots most of the bills while her mom attempts to recapture her youth, donates her time to various causes and takes care of neighbourhood shut-ins. She doesn’t date and she has no wish to move away or alter her habits. She’s a local fixture who often goes unappreciated; one who lets criticism slide off her back. She would rather have peace than voice her opinions.

Spencer Gundry moves in next door and unhappily, both Sarah and her mom become infatuated. If Sarah was annoyed by her mom’s behaviour before, she’s super-irritated now! But Spencer sees past the superficial. He presents a future for Sarah that maybe nobody else wants to see. Not only does he find her attractive, he genuinely likes, admires and wants her. It’s a threat to her mom, Marie, who certainly doesn’t want anything to change. Marie doesn’t trust men, either. She’d rather seduce them than let one into her heart. Or let one near her daughter!

Who is this Spencer guy, anyway? He doesn’t have any traceable background and he’s stated flat-out that he has left his past behind and will indulge no one’s curiosity. Not even Sarah can pry it out of him. But of course, truth will out.

Why is Sarah content to lurk in the shadows when she could shine? Why did Spencer make a clean break from his past? Can a couple even make a future without sharing about the past? Is that wise? And who will take care of everybody if Sarah stops?

Love and trust go hand and hand. Sarah and Spencer must both assert themselves as individuals and learn to function as a couple, not to mention as part of a community, if they want a relationship at all.

Diane Munier has a unique voice; the kind of voice you hope no editor ever dares to influence because it immediately bonds the reader to the characters. Her leads get in your head and you hope they move in forever. I find that when I read a Diane Munier story, there are so many complex threads that I pick up something new every time I reread.

Expect great things from this author. She’s going to give you plenty of book hangovers. Five stars.

 

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Review + Excerpt: Pretty Liar by Donna Alam

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Summary:

Pretty Liar is book two of the Pretty Trilogy, the series that began with, and is, Pretty Hot.

He was supposed to be her rebound: getting under a new man to prove she was over the old. But things don’t always work out to plan, especially with a man like Kai in control.

Kai is a man who has it all: wealth, good-looks and charm enough to coax the knickers from a nun. And while underwear may have been optional so far for teacher Kate, she might just be about to drag her granny panties out. Blue skies aren’t guaranteed in Dubai.

Along with the heat, there’s always the chance of a storm . . .

Join Kate and Kai in the heart-pounding sequel to Pretty Hot as they discover the course of true love can be a bumpy one. Especially when secrets and ex-lovers threaten to ruin it all.

Pretty Liar is the continuing story of Kate and Kai, and like Dubai, it’s more than a little steamy. It’s a story of mad-cap friends. Of love and lust, and as such, is intended for a mature audience. One that enjoys losing itself in exotic, international locations and erotic tales.

 

Excerpt: Rated NC-17

I open my eyes, head blurred with a dream-like torpor. Want and frustration, the feeling that Kai has gone. My heart beats staccato as a sense of desolation drowns me, bordering on pain. As my body jars upward, I realise he’s here, lying next to me; my dark angel silently sleeping.

An arm flung carelessly above his head, the caramel of his skin is almost luminescent, the muted light dancing in through the drapes. His lips pout as though reluctant to leave the night, one lock of hair caressing his forehead giving him an air of innocence and purity. His virtuous doppelganger. The thought makes me smile. Placing my forefinger against his full bottom lip, I watch the colour drain with pressure, watch the puckering of his brow. Then, leaning over him, I put my lips against his.

‘I love you,’ I whisper softly, wondering how long before he registers my mouth against his.

I place a chaste kiss in the centre, wanting to make out, to pash him, as adolescent as that sounds. I want to kiss him awake, kiss him to consciousness, feel him rouse under my hands.

He makes a low sound from the back of his throat, stirring but not opening his eyes. But then he smiles, and my heart aches impossibly so. I kiss him now, his mouth moving against my own, sweetness and smiles building between us, and all the while his eyes remained closed.

I pull away, sit back and watch his sleeping pretence, but I can’t stay away long. He’s better at this game than I am. Stroking my fingers against the warm skin of his arm, I walk them across his chest in faerie steps, stroking his nipple, bending to cover the nub with my mouth. I swirl my tongue against him before kissing further down, licking and caressing his ribcage and lower. Straddling his legs, I lay my hands against the bones of his hips, the prominent seat of his power.

‘What are you doing down there?’ His voice, peppered with curiosity and thick with sleep, makes him sound happy and tired and sexy all at once.

‘Shush,’ I whisper. ‘You’re not doing this right. You’re supposed to be asleep so I can kiss you awake.’

‘Don’t let me stop you,’ he murmurs throatily, his cock growing hard against my lips.

‘Then stop making me talk.’

I lower my mouth engulfing just the tip, his hips twitching reflexively, his body arching upwards from the bed. I tighten my fingers against his hips in warning, muscles tensing and flexing beneath my fingers as he lowers himself. I move a little more now, licking and sucking and swirling as I go.

Growling with abandon, his fists ball in the sheet by his legs. This is such a heady act, this kissing him awake. In my mouth, he’s warm satin over steel, yet I’m the one with the power. I push down much further, feeling him in the channel of my throat. My hair falls around me like a shield, covering his skin and tangling in my mouth. I moan around him, feeling the sound thrumming through my lips as he twists under me.

‘Ah, Kate,’ he rasps, his hands pushing the hair from my face, knotting it in his fingers. ‘I love it when you talk with your mouth full.’

I groan deliberately, like he’s told a really crappy joke. I want him to speak again, all growly and breathless, want him to keep moving reflexively. His hands hold my head as though he’d like to participate but hasn’t yet been invited, tightening slightly as I continue teasing and tasting him, noting every sigh and shudder, every flex and exhale, logging them away for later reflection.

All at once, I find myself flipped onto my back, Kai looming over me. One hand against the bed at my shoulder supports his weight, the other grasps his hard, wet length. His concentration is absolute as his soft, full mouth falls open, harsh breaths exhaled along with curses and demands that I watch him come. Stripped of his usual façade, he makes primal, almost guttural noises, the kind that make me long to swallow him whole.

Just moments later, I’m coated and pearlised in warm pulsing bursts.

Sticky, shocking. Slick.

Collapsing next to me on his side, his breath is heavy as he rasps, ‘Debauched.’

‘That you are.’ I giggle, touching my wet chest.

‘It’s you. You just bring out the best in me.’ Kissing my forehead, he stretches along the bed.

‘Do you think they did this sort of thing back in the thirteenth century?’

‘What?’ he asks, all languid, still coming down. . . from coming, I suppose.

‘I was thinking about veils versus pearls . . .’ Scrunching my nose, I point to my chest.’

‘We’re back to that?’ he asks, no doubt recalling our conversation about dating Middle-Ages style. ‘You’re asking if I think thirteenth-century men wanked over the one they loved?’

Loved. This makes me smile like a loon, and I nod manically. Even wanked is a close favourite. ‘When Layla and Kais were around. Do you think they did this kind of thing back then?’

‘While I’m certain poor old Kais never got that close, I’m sure it would’ve been part of our repertoire, had we been around then. Yes, I like to think lovers enjoyed themselves.’ Leaning over the bed, he grabs something from the floor and holding himself on his forearm, he wipes at my neck and chest. I hope it’s not my beautiful dry clean only dress. ‘They’d be missing out, if not because that was the best kind of wake-up call.’ The words are low in his throat, like they’re spoken over gravel. ‘I thought I was dreaming.’ He sighs, content, wrapping his arms around me and gathering a slightly sticky me against his chest. ‘I could get used to this, waking up with you. You could kiss me awake every morning and I could cover you in pearls.’

Every morning?’ I ask, giggling.

‘I’d give you strings and strings of them,’ he says, playing along. ‘Cover you from head to toe.’

‘Someone’s been watching way too much porn. It’s mainly cornflour, you know?’

‘I’m not going to ask how you know.’

‘I’ll have you know I’m a mine of information, most of it useless.’

‘Getting back to the pearls,’ he drawls languidly.

‘I don’t do early morning house calls,’ I reply, swatting his shoulder with my hand and rolling away.

 

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My Review:

Oh, Kai… Kais Al Khalfan, what have you done to me? More like, what haven’t you done to me? Through Kate’s experiences, of course.

Kai is one wild ride. A wrong twist and Kate may just shatter.

We pick up our story one sultry, idyllic morning in the Emirates, when Kate opens the door to find her lowlife ex fiancé on the other side, sent by her narrow-minded, delusional, critical mother (don’t get me started!) to renew the woo. So he cheated. So what? Why would she fight a reunion? Their relationship is what Mum expects.

What nobody expected was Kai, who is determined to have his way. But what exactly does he want? He’s hard as steel. He’s devastatingly generous and romantic. So thoughtful and attentive! Kai takes Kate home to meet his mother. He also takes her to a debauched party to expose her to his proclivities and instead exposes her to his enemies. His father would stoop to anything to see her gone. Kai offers no commitment but is holding onto Kate tooth and nail.

Just who is Kai Al Khalfan and what are his intentions?

Slowly, the true person beneath the domineering façade emerges. This book made me cry. To find out who Kai is, you’re going to have to read it yourself.

Eagerly awaiting the final book in the trilogy. Five stars.

 

Author Bio:

Donna AlamHailing from the sunny North East of England, Donna has lived in several Middle Eastern countries , thoroughly enjoying her time there. She’s also lived in a couple of places in Australia, but wishes she could move the continent a bit closer to her mum’s house.

A Bedouin at heart, Donna once worked at a school very much like the one in the Pretty Series. Alas, a Kai-alike was not sighted on the campus during her employ.

 

 

Review + Giveaway: For Authentication Purposes ~ Amber L Johnson

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For Authentication Purposes

by Amber L. Johnson

 

Release Date: March 5th , 2015

Genre: New Adult Romance / Contemporary Romance / Romance Erotica / Humor 

 ISBN e-book: 978-1-61213-387-4

 

Available from: Amazon, Kobo, Barnes and Noble, and TWCS PH

 

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Dawn Sims has made a name for herself writing romantic fiction online. When she’s pushed to try her hand at publishing, she thinks she has everything figured out. The only problem? She’s never been in a relationship, especially one that has led her to finding The Big O.

So much for writing what you know.

Warner Green has had Dawn in his sights since she walked into his class in seventh grade. She broke his teenage heart not once, but twice, so seeing her in his night class at the local community college was an unexpected surprise.

Accidentally reading her bad erotica on her laptop was a blessing from the Smut Gods themselves.

It’s clear she has no idea what she’s writing about, but Warner does. In fact, he knows so much that he’s willing to offer her his services. The deal is simple: teach the good girl from high school everything she needs to know to write from experience. If he gets to live out a fantasy or two that he’s been harboring for almost a decade, then there’s no harm in that either.

The lessons turn more heated, and Dawn begins to question where Warner has learned his skills, but he’s not ready to talk, until his past comes back to haunt him at the worst possible time.

It shouldn’t matter when it’s for authentication purposes only.

 

 

 

 

~~EXCERPT~~

 

“Come on. Say it. I know where you’re going.”

FAP-3D-Paperback-Stack-1Shifting a little to look at him, I resisted the urge to kick him in the nuts and lick his neck at the same time. I mean he looked pretty hot sitting in my chair eating that muffin. Stupid handsome face and fornication hair paired with what I assumed were dirty jeans and a plaid flannel.

“Fine. I’m going to buy a vibrator with the money you gave me. Happy?”

 

His smile was in full force now. “Hell yeah, I’m happy. Ecstatic, even.” He chewed around the pastry in his mouth and laughed. “I’ll come with you to make sure you get the right one.”

“Oh, hell no. Being with you in a porn shop is on my list of Things to Never Do before I Die.”

 

  ~~MY REVIEW~~

 

Ohmee gosh. FAP is so much fun. Did I just say that? If you’re over 30, google it. I refuse to explain.

 

When Amber announced she was going to publish FAP, I did a little jig as it’s been one of my favourite stories for a long time. Humerotica: there’s not much of it out there. And yet, this is such a sweet love story, in its own twisted way.

 

Dawn Sims writes fan fiction (therefore, I am immediately engaged. We have this in common.). She has a huge online readership and her fans want her to publish a book. So she sits down diligently to write a real bodice ripper. But. The readers expect lemons (a.k.a. love scenes). The more graphic, the better. Unfortunately, Dawn has little to no experience in this area. And when her frenemy Warner finds out what she’s up to, well… he cannot contain his mirth.

 

Dawn totes should have come to me. I mean, she could have downloaded my free PDF on writing lemons and nobody would have been the wiser. Silly girl. Besides, nobody should write a love scene which makes her uncomfortable. The readers will know.

 

Poor Warner has been tugging on Dawn’s braid for a long time without success. In his manly way, he’s been expressing his affection since grade school. He asked her to marry him when he was thirteen. What more could she want? And his attempts to connect simply have not gone well. Sad face.

 

Lo and behold, the woman of his dreams needs help out of her tight spot! And he is in the unique situation to provide it. But will she allow him to offer his expertise? After all, it’s for authentication purposes.

 

Five hugging stars to this story for giving me new fandom friends –Dawn and Wardo. They totally fit in here.


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AuthPhotA true child of music, Amber’s parents surrounded her with the loudest beats they could find, molding her into a girl who found inspiration and meaning in lyrics and chords. Raised on John Hughes movies, Luck Dragons, and pirate ships, she dreamed of love and adventure. When Amber began to create her own world, she envisioned a place where Happy Ever Afters do exist. Since then, she has authored several romance novels, all of which focus on songs and the way they can touch people’s lives. Music may not be able to fix a broken heart, but it can provide one hell of a soundtrack for healing.

A full-time wife and mother with a full-time job, Amber finds her muse in everyday life and the people who bring her inspiration.

      

 

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“Hot! Great UST, very funny, and I loved the characters. Another great one from Amber. ” – Andrea

 

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Review: The Masterpiece (Work of Art 3) by Ruth Clampett

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Has Max, the bad boy of the art world been tamed just as his girlfriend, Ava’s star begins to shine? Anything can happen in Los Angeles, a world where heroes become villains and the rogue saves the day.

 

An unexpected plane ticket leads our heroine to a meeting that will change her life.

 

What happens when what’s most precious to you slips out of your grasp? How fiercely will you fight for the one you love?

 

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MY REVIEW:

Once again, Ruth Clampett has impressed me. In this final instalment of the Work of Art Trilogy, Max and Ava have committed to being a couple, but there are so many roadblocks. Their passion and friendship are tangible. However, each harbours a gut-churning insecurity: he of being betrayed, she of being inadequate to hold his interest. There are overwhelming mountains to climb, chiefly involving long-term separations due to career requirements. Each is terrified to lay bare needs that may result in rejection. Plus, there are malicious people striving secretly to tear them apart. Every choice becomes worthy of an ulcer.

 

Together-time forges bonds through incendiary passion, cuddles and affirmation.

 

This is a lovely look at how imperfect people gain trust through experience and learn to stand together against individuals who would see them fail. Both characters mature admirably. There are some swoon-worthy scenes in intoxicating places that drip with art. Five stars.

 

 

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I wonder if my silence and twirling mind spook Max, so I stroke

his hand reassuringly. Because I’m beyond exhausted when we step in

the house, he seems unsure of what to say or do. He decides to feed

me, and he heats up the leftover pasta from his dinner and pours me a

glass of Pinot Noir. We sit at the kitchen island, and he watches me eat

as if each bite is his own. I lick my lips and watch him watch me, too

exhausted to make much conversation.

 

After dinner, I shower and crawl into bed, still damp and disoriented.

He pulls me into his arms and rubs my back gently. I’m so in

love and happy to be back home with him, and I tell him that in quiet

mumbles. I have a vague memory of my knee hitched up against his

erection, but sleep takes me hard.

 

The next morning dawns in a gray quiet light, and I lift my head

and see a thick blanket of fog draped across the Malibu horizon. I settle

back into the bed and watch Max as his chest rises and falls with each

breath.

 

I observe him for a long while and become overwhelmed with the

desire to see more of him. I slide the sheet off, excruciatingly slowly, to

reveal his incredible body. His thighs…God, I love his strong thighs

and the way they’re slightly parted, leading my view to his beautiful ass.

My insides curl with desire as I skim my hand down his back.

I’m glad to be naked and warm, my arousal spreading through me.

I want him so much that it takes everything not to shake him awake

and seduce him.

 

I quietly lift myself up to my knees so I can study him from another

angle. I gently push his waves of hair off his forehead.

 

Inexplicably, tears fill my eyes and I still for a moment. I love this

man, and when we’re joined together, all I know in life is the depth of

my passion. I kiss his neck, his taste and the Max smell of musk, paint,

and salt air arousing me further. He stirs out of the deepest sleep, and

as I kiss his jaw, his eyes slowly open.

 

“I thought I was dreaming and didn’t want to wake up. What are

you doing to me, Angel?” he says in his morning voice, as he rolls over

to his back.

 

“Good morning, handsome. Sorry to wake you, but I woke up and

you’re naked and all…”

 

“It’s okay,” he says, smiling lazily as he reaches for me. “I take it you

missed me.”

 

“You have no idea,” I say, as I straddle him, resting lightly on his

thighs.

 

There’s something so intoxicating about how he makes me feel as

he looks at me. His eyes are wide now and alert to my movements. He

skims his fingers up my sides and then across my breasts, his thumbs

circling my nipples.

 

“Max, I want you so much,” I whisper, as I gently run my fingers up

and down his length.

 

His face colors and his jaw flexes as he watches me touch him. He’s

completely hard now, and my fingers tighten as I stroke him.

His hands slide back to my hips and he pulls me closer so I can lift

up and sink down on him.

 

I love it when he’s all the way inside me. His eyes close and his head

tips back before he lazily begins to rock his hips.

 

We move slowly in the morning light with the sound and rhythm

of our breath and the waves crashing just beyond.

 

I gaze at him as the intensity builds. His eyes are stormy as his body

tenses.

 

“Max,” I whisper.

 

He takes a sharp breath as he pulls me to him. “I’ve got you, Ava.”

His words spark a fuse, and I tremble with exquisite pleasure as

he watches me. Every hard thrust is the very definition of masculine

energy as he brings me to climax and soon after joins me with a quiet

roar.

 

We both settle and try to catch our breath. I ease off of him and curl

into his side.

 

“Round one,” he says, as he nuzzles and kisses me.

 

“Yeah, wait until we have our coffee. I’m already imagining round

two, but I’ll definitely need breakfast first.” I settle back into the sheets

and we lie quietly, listening to the waves break along the shore.

 

My limbs are loose and happy and my head as clear as the early

morning beach. Max’s eyes are deep in concentration.

 

“I can hear your wheels turning. What are you thinking about?” I

trace circles lightly with my fingertips across his chest.

 

“Your birthday.” He grins and pulls me closer.

 

“Oh, it’s next Saturday, isn’t it? Can we do something special?” I’m

like a little girl, complete with party hat and balloon.

 

“It’s already planned.”

 

I grin widely. “Really? What are we going to do?”

 

“I’m not telling. It’s a surprise. But when you come to spend the

night Friday, bring your swimsuit and something nice to wear.”

 

“Oh, I love birthday surprises!”

 

He kisses me on the forehead. “I’m glad, because this one’s special.”

 

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Ruth Clampett Ruth Clampett, daughter of legendary animation director, Bob Clampett, has spent a lifetime surrounded by art and animation. A graduate of Art Center College of Design, her careers have included graphic design, photography, VP of Design for WB Stores and teaching photography at UCLA. She now runs her own studio as the fine art publisher for Warner Bros. where she’s had the opportunity to know and work with many of the greatest artists in the world of animation and comics.

The Work of Art Trilogy is Ruth’s third publishing endeavor, following Animate Me and Mr. 365. She lives in Los Angeles and is heavily supervised by her teenage daughter, lovingly referred to as Snarky, who loves art and visiting museums as much as her mom.

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Blitz: Me & Mom Fall for Spencer by Diane Munier

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The house next door to Sarah and her mother Marie has been vacant since the murder that happened there when Sarah was ten. Their neighbor, Frieda, was like a second mother to Sarah and she died brutally and the neighborhood never recovered. No one has lived in Frieda’s house for seventeen years. Imagine Sarah’s surprise when it finally sells to an on-line buyer. She looks through the thick growth separating her house from the other and a wild man looks back. He’s not exactly wild. He’s thirty-seven year old Spencer Gundry. Once he shaves the beard and gets a haircut, he’s not hard to look at. Well Sarah’s mom doesn’t think so, and neither does she. Problem is, Spencer has a few secrets of his own.

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Things don’t sell quickly in this town, that’s for sure. But with the murder, no one wanted Frieda’s haunted house even though it was repainted beige and all personal knick-knacks were long gone. Such as blood spray on the walls. No one wanted that really.

 

So imagine my shock, or dismay I should say, when he moves in. I see him over the fence. I go out there because the squirrels keep stealing my sweet corn and I only planted four short rows. So I go out there to whack a stick at the squirrels and I see that rental truck in front of the place and no sooner do I think about that and here he comes from around the back of it.

 

Right off I am interested. I mean, who buys a house where…who does that?

 

But I’m oohing and owing my way to the backdoor cause, no shoes, and I am nearly there when he calls out, in a very handsome voice, a voice so nice I would know it belonged to a very handsome man if it’s all I had to go on. And he is handsome. I knew that at the three second glance when he’d first manifested from the back of the rental truck.

 

The closer he gets the more right I am. And I have to make myself not bolt.

 

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