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I have some news! I am part of a wonderfully talented group and have been kindly invited to join them on this Love, Christmas 2 Collection.
But before I venture further into that, I wanted to talk about changes in my world. So, its August, the month where U.S. children return to school. Remember we have 11 children (long, complicated story. OF COURSE, I’m writing a book about it but not in this arena. I’ll keep you updated as there are updates.)
But, for now, lets focus on the new upcoming events. I have the first book of Cian and Molly’s story done and the remaining two of the trilogy outlined. WHEW! I’m excited to finish them and that is the only WIPS I am working on as I promised to have it earlier in the summer and things…LIFE… got in the way.
Anyway, we are homeschooling again this year but adding our 8th grader (our youngest. Her brother will graduate in November with plans to go to college in January.) Hope the heat moderates for us ALL!
Next, IT IS MY DAY TO PURCHASE for this lovely box set below, so … $.99cents
Which means it’s your day too! PRE-ORDER TODAY!
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Amazon UK: http://bit.ly/2LC2UK
Calling all Christmas lovers!
Do you love movies of the holiday season? If so, the Authors’ Billboard needs your attention! This coming 2018 Christmas, our authors—New York Times and USA Today Bestsellers—will be putting together a multi-author box collection of brand new, never before published stories to dazzle everyone, but we require your participation.
The title of our collection will be LOVE, CHRISTMAS 2 and the theme of this bundle will be Christmas movies. We want to use YOUR favorite holiday movies as the titles for our books. If you and your movie title are chosen, one of the novellas will be dedicated to YOU. The author will contact you for your name or the name you’d like her to use in the dedication.
Sound like fun? Please enter the contest by naming your special movie in the contest entry form.
You may enter as many times as you like. So what are you waiting for?
Here’s what the winners will receive:
Ho, ho, ho! And good luck!
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Relationships are hard work. I know, not news to anyone who had tried to keep the romance in the relationship but in a D/s relationship, while the romance books will tell you there is a bump in the road and then the Dom takes over and life is good, that is far from the truth.
I have just celebrated my 39th anniversary so I know a few things. We were young when we married. We were rather mature for our ages and that had helped tremendously, my husband having very particular expectations for his life and ours together. I am headstrong and he is quietly insistent.
We didn’t fight for the first two years and we don’t now, but there was a few years that I had to learn to take his lead and he learned to give on somethings, very much like my O’Connor and Chase Abbey Series, experience talks. We had children. We adopted more.
He has learned to give me my space and I have learned to follow his lead. Did it happen overnight? Hell, no! Does he still take a deep breath and smack my butt on occasion for more than sex? Do I still roll my eyes? Yes, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
He admired her gorgeous hair, a pool of gleaming copper. Soft, silken, tendrils trailed like fire over the creamy mounds of her breasts, nipples taut, exposed to his carnal gaze. He ached with the need to mate her; she was irresistible, ravishing. Standing, he peeled off his clothes, turning to face her, his manhood pulsing stiffly from his groin.
“Look at me, wife,” he commanded. She gazed at him, never having seen a man naked before, she was fascinated; her eyes devoured the sight of his tumescent hardness that testified his desire for her. How proudly it jutted, long and thick. Were all men made so, she wondered. Her eyes travelled down his long powerful legs, covered in whorls of dark curling hair, the plain of his flat stomach, the wide, well-muscled chest, coated in the same dark hair. Her gaze took in his broad shoulders and strong biceps. Linnet’s gaze finally settled on John’s lean face.
Disconcertingly, he watched her beneath those hooded inscrutable grey eyes, his stare unwavering. As he moved purposefully towards the bed she shyly, nervously, shifted over to accommodate him. He gathered her into his embrace, kissing and caressing her. He began to stir her passion once more. His deft fingers worked their magic, her furrow quivering, slickly plump with desire. He slowly moved above her, this time she parted her legs unconsciously welcoming, he guided himself to her waiting cleft.
With a thrust, he drove into her yielding channel, she lifted her hips, bucking, meeting thrust for thrust, needing him.
“Now,” he whispered hoarsely, “now… you see, you are mine.”