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Hi (or as my UK PA Sylv says), Hiya,
I have lots of free things on here for you but first, a word about traveling.
Did you know that if you travel out of the U.S. and need a new passport, you can get one with more pages for the same amount of money as the regular book? Of course, if you do little international travel, or just to Canada or Mexico from the U.S., they don’t stamp your passport and that’s not an issue. I made a trip to the U.K. a few years back, and only needed one stamp but I did get an extra one at the Isle of Anglesey but that was a choice. Not even a stamp in Ireland. (yes, I’m pouting) It’s been many years since I’ve lived in Europe but no stamps needed if we were driving through the borders. Only if flying in. (Yes, I know it takes less time, but it’s a memento, you know?”
The one place you won’t need your passport in or out is where new author
Tasha Winters’ book takes us. (although something cold to drink and a few free hours would be good)
By Tasha Winters
While attempting to escape a skinwalker bent on possessing her against her will, Maya runs into a forbidden cave. Instead of succumbing to her doom, she confronts her attacker and finds herself in a world so alien and dangerous, she prepares for a fate worse than death.
Crazed with fear, Maya fights unsuccessfully for her freedom until three powerful men rescue her from the cruel captors. Relieved, she soon discovers these men have their own expectations and methods to achieve the obedience they demand. She is now a captive of another kind, and at their insistence, she must complete her training as they claim her mind, body, heart, and soul.
Warning: This book has reverse harem, time travel, myths come to life, and more. Could this be thought as science fiction or simply a reality that has not yet been explored? You decide.
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“That is enough of that, Miss Maya.”
Without another word, Paxton reached his hand around her waist, pulled her hard and tight against his belly and landed a handful of hard swats on her ass. She raised her soulful brown eyes to Pax’s hazel ones, reached her hand around to rub her ass and settled down immediately.
“That was the cutest damned thing I’ve ever seen. Did you see that, Sterling? That little minx responds as though she is used to being swatted. We need to take this one home.”
“We can’t just do that now that the guards have her. It doesn’t work that way.”
Pax rubbed the back of his neck in consternation. He wanted to scoop her up and take her home. The reason was insane. He wanted her. She stood between the two doctors like it was her natural spot, as though she belonged to them, believed they would protect her. Pax knew in that moment that he’d do anything to keep her safe. For whatever reason, she trusted them, and he was not going to let her down. It was in his nature to defend the weak and if anyone needed a champion right now, it was Maya.
“Pax, I want to take her home.”
Pax did too but playing devil’s advocate was what he did. “You what? She’s uncontrollable, wild. We have work to do.” He said all the expected things.
“She’s a challenge and we need a new one. She’ll fit right in. I know this is what we’re supposed to do. Our next chapter. Don’t you feel it?”
It wasn’t a request. Sterling was serious. While Paxton was the regional head of their Ambrose Society, Sterling was head of their steering committee on research. If Sterling wanted to go in that direction, no one would argue. Besides, it went hand in glove with Sterling’s research on assimilation, behavioral implants, and psychic connections. And then there was his new gift, a dream linking ability. The technology was there to do it and he’d helped to create it but to be able to do it personally, and then work with the one you linked with? Priceless.
“Paxton, we’re taking her home.”
“I figured. The uncontrollable ones always end up at the house, be they human or, with the advent of Zander, animal. Plants are never unruly and when they are, you prune them.”
“I’ve already claimed this one. She’s coming home with us. Now, please get the placement paperwork started while I go make the conversations happen.”
“I feel it too. Who gets custody of the hellion while all this is going on?”
“You have your meeting shortly, so I’ll take her with me for now. They won’t want to keep her after they see how aggressive she can get. It’s sneaky but it’ll work.”
“And if it doesn’t?”
“Simple. We kidnap her.”
Paxton groaned. “Of course.”
Tasha Winters lives in the Piney Woods of Texas with her husband and daughter. She’s a homeschooling mom, a clinical social worker, the wife of a retired veteran and a voracious reader. In her youth, she was a great activist for just about any cause that made sense to her. There is no limit to the material from which to create.
Today, while still wearing all those hats and more, she writes love stories that bring capable, sassy, gifted women together with intelligent men sporting a few rough edges that excite the women they claim as their own. Romantic Science Fiction is new for Tasha. The experience is a complete surprise to her. She hopes you enjoy them as much as she did writing them.
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Sylvie’s more human librarian than half-blood Fae princess and she definitely prefers books to men. Then, she learns her unwanted Lykae fiancée is marrying someone else. If she doesn’t stop the wedding, the Fae will resume the border war with the Werewolf nation. A high-handed Lykae security guard blocks her every move, and when her plans go awry, she’s kidnapped, stripped, and bound for his pleasure.Caleb the Cold, King of the Lykae, will do anything to make his younger brother’s wedding special–even pretend he’s a security guard and kidnap his brother’s former fiancée. Punishing her is pure pleasure, until he realizes she’s his mate. Now he needs to woo the woman he’s tormented to the edge of madness, but is it too late to claim her heart, and make her his?
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“I need to speak with Prince Giles,” she begged, her voice a needy whimper.
He landed a light slap on her behind. “Now, sweetness, I don’t want to hear another man’s name on your lips. Still, give me your oath and accept me as your overlord, and I may permit it. Once they’re back from their honeymoon.”
“Flaming arrogant wolf.” She kicked out in fury. “Just cut me loose and go chew on a bone or something.”
“Perhaps you need more time to consider, or maybe I should continue our game. Maybe a little pain will heighten your pleasure.”
He pulled a knife from nowhere and cut the rope above her wrists. She’d hoped he meant to set her free, but he tossed her facedown on the bed. He lay atop her—a solid wall of muscle that pinned her to the mattress and made her feel like the filling in a bed-meets-Lykae sandwich. As she wriggled and squirmed beneath him, her nipples sank into the mattress; then he spread-eagled her arms and bound them to the bedposts.
“My brother will have your pelt for this,” Sylvie snarled, “and I’ll wear it like a goddamn cloak.”
His teeth snapped shut with an audible clatter. “I guarantee you’ll wear me, sweetness, but you’ll learn to mind me first.”
He sat on the bed and slid his legs beneath her slender body. With infinite patience, he positioned her across his lap, then ran a gentle hand over her panties. Okay, her wolf-man liked it kinky, but as long as he let her come, she could live with that. Nervous, eager, and helpless, she ground her hips against him.
“Tempting me, sweetness? Sorry, but your power games don’t work on me.”
A sudden slap on her ass sent pain shooting though her and heightened her need. She couldn’t enjoy this, could she? He hurt and humiliated her, but her body thrashed with desire, and her hips gyrated over his dick. Another sharp slap made her shudder, but her pride came to her rescue, and she never made a sound. A third made her bite her tongue until blood filled her mouth. She held her breath and waited, but how could she want this? Somehow she’d escape him; then her brother would kill him and serve up his entrails on a plate.
“Don’t be stubborn, sweetness. Just ask me to stop.”
She tensed and said nothing. Four, five, and six left her butt bruised and hurting, but seven started a tingling heat that spread over her ass and into her pussy. She wanted to hate him, but eight had her moaning. Nine made her hips rotate and hunt for his prick, and ten… Oh God, ten was an avalanche of pain that pushed her to the edge of something momentous and huge.
“Damn it, Sylvie.” He stopped abruptly; then he rubbed his hand over her butt, soothing where he’d just spanked, “You drive me insane.”
Insane? She felt the madness inside him, and while she knew he wanted her body, she didn’t understand why she wanted him just as badly—not after the way he insulted and humiliated her. Sex. It had to come down to sex.
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Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons.
Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life – or Kryssie – throws at them.
Kryssie’s pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.
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Scattered Siblings – a series of standalone paranormal romance
To Wed a Werewolf
To Break a Warrior King’s Curse
To Mate a Werewolf
To Seduce an Omega
Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf
Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge – a series of standalone romances featuring former soldiers
Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine
Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff
Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor
Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier
Dominated by the Dragon
Taken by Twin Doms
One Knight Stand
Giving it up for the Gods
A sweet treat after the erotic adventures above.
Sometimes its just nice to sample the merchandise-Especially when it’s sweet. This is free samples, because samples should be free, of 26 original Christmas stories by NYT, USAT, Award winning and International Best Selling authors all for you to take a small bite before the main feature, a box set Love, Christmas 2. Amazon Love Christmas 2
Morgan MacAlister and his wife, Kat, return to the Highlands to reclaim Morgan’s heritage, only to find that the sister he left behind is waging a war of vengeance on their traitorous half-brother, Canton. Eileen is no longer the innocent young girl he remembers.
Gallagher Glencairn has returned with Morgan to reclaim his own inheritance and finds that the golden-haired lass with the beautiful haunted eyes now rules his clan. Gallagher is determined he’ll take his clan back any way he can. He gives Eileen two choices: she can agree to wed him, or he will wage war against her and take his inheritance back.
Eileen is tough on the outside but harbors a terrible secret within – a secret of pain, betrayal, and a fierce desire for revenge.
When the sharp whistle pierced the air, Eileen was unprepared. With a snort, Minion reared up and whinnied then took off at an instant gallop, dragging Delilah with him. It was Minion who was leading now, and with the rope tied to Delilah’s saddle, Delilah automatically took off after him, following his lead like a subservient female. Eileen cursed as she grabbed the reins and tried to pull Delilah in, but the little mare was rebelling, not wanting to return to her control. It was only a matter of seconds before Minion came to a halt in front of the mocking Gallagher and Eileen was looking into the piercing eyes of her handsome new husband.
“Let go of my horse,” she demanded as his hand reached out to take Delilah’s bridle. Her hand flew to the rope to release Minion but Gallagher reached up and grabbed her, tugging her from the saddle. Eileen screeched as she felt herself falling and she landed on his hard chest, her free hand scrabbling at his shoulder to control her fall. She felt his other arm grip her below her buttocks and hoist her on over his shoulder. He then slapped her protruding rear end several times, his hard hand burning through her riding skirt with a vengeance. She bucked straight up, kicking against his thighs uncontrollably as she cried out in pain. “Let go of me, damn you,” she hissed through clenched teeth.
Gallagher simply carried her, struggling and kicking over to a large rock. He sat her on her feet and held onto her arm with one hand, while his other hand went to his belt. His silver eyes burning into hers, he deftly unsnapped the Glencairn crested buckle and drew the wide strap from its loops.
Eileen began to struggle in earnest, kicking out at him, trying to free her arm from his iron grasp. “Ye are not going to use that thing on me, I won’t allow it,” she demanded stridently, her face blanching at the grim determination on his. Her buttocks were already burning from the hard slaps he’d administered and she was close to panicking at the thought of that broad belt landing across her tender cheeks.
“Ye are in no position to demand anything, wife, and ye are about to find out what happens when ye disobey my orders.” Grimly he sat and dragged her over his lap. Folding the long belt in half, he lifted his arm and brought it crashing down in the middle of her wriggling backside.
I’m a sweet romance writer with some hanky spanky play added in. I like to write about strong alpha males who don’t mind taking their ladies in hand when they need it and who want to share the special bond that spanking can bring between a couple. My stories are mostly basic simple discipline in a romantic setting with very protective men. Cowboys, pirates, business suits, you name it, they are all sexy when they are dominant and I love to write their stories. I’ve been writing on and off for around fifteen years now and I still love it. You can find me in middle america, cowboy and ranching country, with my husband and a wonderful family of children and grandchildren around me. I hope you enjoy my adventures as much as I enjoy creating them for you. Brandy
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
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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.
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Even in Southeast Alaska we have hit the 80’s and believe me, that is at least ten degrees TOO HOT. Texas is scorching but I hear there is more to come. Really? And you choose this heat on purpose? Well, this summer, I am one of the Texans and next summer I hope to be spending my summer season back in Alaska.
I am frantically working on two WIPs in different subgenres and one gives me relief from the other so I don’t burn out on either before they are completed. I am happy to say it is working for the most part. But that brings up a question, how much time should you devote to your business? Is there a healthy amount of time?
Personally, it is the most difficult issue for me because I’m a workaholic and when I love what I do, I am zoned for hours at a time. I sometimes have to force myself to give my family, who I love even more than my work, the time they deserve without being annoyed they have interrupted my scene.
But guess what I am discovering? When I am more balanced in my energies, I am a better writer and a better mother, wife, lover, daughter, friend. I’m still frustrated when I make myself leave my writing cave. I am working on doing just that, more often.
So, how much time is healthy? I don’t know that and I suspect it is variable. For now, I’m on the inside of coolness looking out on sunshine and waves of heat, writing. But I’m happy and I think THAT is the best indicator of all.
Hope the weekend is all you had hoped and more to come. Happy Reading!
Cairistine Donohue had run away from Scotland to the Colonies to avoid an unbearable future. Now back in England her employment was unexpectantly terminated, leaving her alone with little coin and no prospects. Returning home was not an option. Faced with a life full of hard choices or starving, Cairis gratefully accepted the position of companion to Lady Ashton.
Cullen Black O’Leary dominated the seas, his business, and the lassies. Returning to England to survey his new estate, Cullen sought his escort, Cairistine Donohue. He found her trying to escape him with her red hair flowing and sweet sassy mouth telling him off. He had to take her as his own.
When Cairis’ dark secrets are revealed, threatening to ruin her and destroy their hope for a future, could she do what her Black Laird required of her to secure their future?
I recently read an article about bad reviews. It was well written and I have suffered the angst of someone writing a review, putting three stars out of five and saying they absolutely love it, to someone who has put a one star, describing the plot of someone else’s book, and why it didn’t work. Well, thanks for that, but it might not have worked because it wasn’t my book!?!? (we can’t do that type of punctuation in our books, Editors get testy)
And finally, the LOVELY reviewer who not only read the book but actively pulled out actual events in the story to illustrate their feelings on the book, good or bad, that is an incredible review. But remember, you can always just say, “I liked the characters” and that’s cool too, honestly.
Personally, I don’t leave less than a 4-star review if the effort in writing was obvious. Sometimes it isn’t, and I am tactful in my 3 star reviews or I don’t review it.
I know what one bad review can do to a book with only a few reviews to recommend it. Also, Amazon says 3 stars means you are writing a bad review. Amazon, since when do you say average, (3 out of 5 is average), is a bad thing?
So, reviews are like lovers, we all want one but most will skip the experience if he/she is going to leave us with a broken heart. OKAY, enough said.
At the end of the week, we are shooting for this Thursday, June 21, 2018, a new book is coming out. If you loved Lord Thayer’s Choice, and Lord Ashton Decides, then you will want to pick up my Scots/Irish Tale, The Black Laird Requires.
Here is an excerpt of this yummy tale of a Sassy Lass with a few secrets and more sass than is good for her and her stern Laird who is excited to rein in his woman, but not too much…
“That is the reason you like me when I am uncertain and weak.” She could feel herself shrivel inside.
“Is that how you see it? Och, that isn’t it at all. I have thought on things and this is the way of it.” He tucked her against him again and smoothed her hair as he spoke. “I know, given my business and my position in life, I need a woman who is self-assured and can keep her own house. I will need that even more now with the Scottish estate. I can’t need to direct her on how to run her part of our holdings. She can’t be intimidated by the people who come to see me whether they be aristocrat or dock rat. That is Cairistine.” He took a moment and Cairistine nodded.
“But it isn’t all of me, milaird.”
“Aye and glad I am of that. If it were only Cairistine I needed, there are many women I could choose from. I would nae have to look hard. But I want more. I need a woman who loves me and is adventuresome in bed. I need a woman who will check to see no one is looking and then rub her wantonness over me like a brazen bird and then grin when she leaves me wanting. I need a woman who will shoot fiery arrows at me and stand her ground when I skelp her arse because she resents my hand but begs for the leather. I need a woman who burns for my touch because she cannot imagine another’s and lets me take her however I wish because it fills her needs as well. That woman is you, Cairis.”
Cairis ran her hand over his and touched her lips to his palm. “But milaird, are you sure?”
“Aye, but I’m nae done, lass. Finally, I need a woman who loves me enough and is comfortable enough in who she is to be vulnerable with only me, in the privacy of our home. A lass who is my wee colleen. The bairn that is always good but often naughty. I need someone who looks to me as her Da in a grown up but little lady way, who allows us to play.” Cairis looked up at him in some confusion.
“My woman needs to be little for me but also for herself. She’ll allow the comfort she needs, the insecurities that surface to be assured away, and the naughtiness, that a grown up lady is never allowed, to be addressed by me. I need my bairn to allow me to bare her bottom for naughty spankings when she is throwing a temper tantrum and she never looks for the type of gratification that Cairis needs.”
“But that would bring ridicule down on us.”
“No, Cari needs naps and protection from the loch monsters and the Fae. She needs sweetmeats and baths because she simply can’t deal with another thing until she has that nurture. And she wants it only from me, in the privacy of us alone.”
Cairis nodded. “This is what Lady Thayer and Lady Ashton have.” It was a statement of fact, not a question.
“Aye. So, my love, you are the only woman who is perfect for me. I am the only man that can meet your needs as completely as you meet mine.”
This site is full of stories, poems, recipes and everything you need to carry on your own celebration… and you end every dinner with the famous Auld lang Syne—written by auld Robbie himself!!
Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some would eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be thankit.
The celebrants gather and mingle, catch up on gossip, pore through their Burns editions, and peruse the whisky selection. The chairman or host may make some introductions among the guests, assign some readings, or deliver a few opening remarks.
Meal – Welcome Grace
The celebrants are called to the table, the host offers an opening grace – traditionally The Selkirk Grace – and the soup course is served.
Parade of the Haggis
The evening’s highest bit of pomp. The chef, carrying in the haggis, follows the piper – playing Brose & Butter,or some other appropriate tune – in a more or less dignified procession through the hall (or house, or one bedroom flat). The chef lays the haggis, on it’s groaning trencher, before the chairman at the high table.
Address to a Haggis
A previously designated reciter reads this poem over the haggis. A guid whisky gill is offered to the piper, chef and reciter, and with alacrity, the haggis is sliced open with the finely honed edge of a ceremonial dirk (though any old knife will do).THE (BAGLESS) HAGGIS
1/2 lb. beef liver
Boil the meats for an hour. Cool. Grate the liver. Chop the others fine. Chop the suet. Toast the oatmeal in a shallow pan in the oven, shaking occasionally. Mix the meats, suet, onions and oatmeal together with a cup of the stock in which liver and meats were cooked. Add salt and plenty of pepper to taste.
Turn into greased Pyrex bowl. Cover with 2 or 3 layers of foil. Steam on a rack in a pan of boiling water for 2 hours, adding more boiling water as it boils away.
SIMCOE COUNTY – Each year celebrations are held to mark the birthday of Scottish bard Robbie Burns, who was born in 1759.
He wrote his first song when he was 15 years old and died at age 37. Though he lived a short life, it was definitely not boring and he is celebrated every year.
Here are 10 facts you may not have known Robert Burns Day or the writer himself.
10. How it came to be
Robert Burns Day was not an annual celebration until several years after his death when a group of his friends gathered to honour his memory. It caught on and is now celebrated around the world on the date of his birth, Jan. 25.
No Robert Burns Day dinner is complete without haggis – or, “the great chieftain o’ the puddin’-race,” as Burns called it.
Haggis is a large, spherical sausage made of a sheep’s liver, heart and lungs, which are traditionally chopped with beef or mutton suet, oatmeal, onion and spices. It is packed into a sheep’s stomach and boiled.
Too squeamish to try it? There are haggis-flavoured chips available on the market.
Haggis also comes in different colours, from light brown to black. If cooked too long, its insides can burst out like a haggis river.
8. Literary inspiration
The title of J.D. Salinger’s 1951 novel Catcher in the Rye was based on one of Burns’ poems called Comin’ Thro’ the Rye.
As well, John Steinbeck’s famous 1937 novel Of Mice and Men also got its title from a Burns poem called To a Mouse.
7. Auld Lang Syne
Burns wrote the classic tune often sung around the winter holidays. The Guinness Book of World Records has named it one of the top three most popular songs in the English language, along with Happy Birthday, and For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow.
6. Out of this world
Astronaut Nick Patrick carried a book of Burns’ poetry with him while on a space mission in 2010.
5. Stamp of approval
In 1956, commemorative stamp to mark the 160th anniversary of Burns’ death was put out not by his home country – but by the Soviet Union.
4. Baby Daddy
Burns was quite the ladies man. In the span of 11 years, he had 13 children with five different women. He was only ever married to one of these women, Jean Armour. His last child, born to Armour and named Maxwell Burns, arrived on the day of his funeral in 1796.
3. Grave diggers
Burns’ body was exhumed in 1815 so it could be put in a new mausoleum. A plaster of his skull was done for researchers to study it, and they found it was larger than the average man’s skull.
Of all writers, none have more statues dedicated to them around the world than Burns. The oldest one still existing is in Camperdown, Australia. It was carved by John Greenshields in 1826 and shipped to Australia in the 1850s.
1. King of Pop
The late singer Michael Jackson is said to have been a fan of Burns and actually worked on an album that put his poems to music, which was never released.
Source: Scotland.org, VisitScotland.com, LiveLoveScotland.com