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&lt;i&gt;When I first read new-to-me author, &lt;a href="http://kallypsomasters.blogspot.com/2012/02/naughty-after-dark-blog-hop-stop-70-and.html?zx=7345119ffc40c242" target="_blank"&gt;Kallypso Masters&lt;/a&gt;, I was skeptical of this newcomer to the BDSM genre. After all, there are so many authors trying to pull these stories off and failing miserably so I began reading because I agreed to review it. It took just a few pages before I was so glad I'd given it a chance. Kally is now an author I follow. And if there's a part of you who likes this genre, then I would bet on you following her as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Now, let me tell you about the whole series...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BOOK ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s1UaqUp_rZ8/T1AFGd1ZNEI/AAAAAAAABPE/zBmFo4OJy10/s1600/cover+MastersAtArms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s1UaqUp_rZ8/T1AFGd1ZNEI/AAAAAAAABPE/zBmFo4OJy10/s200/cover+MastersAtArms.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Masters at Arms&lt;/b&gt;
begins the journey of three men whom this series will revolve around. Each
amazing in their own right - honorable, strong, brave – that readers will fall easily
for them. Their paths cross in one of the most terrifying and darkest places in
their lives with writing so vivid, readers feel present in the story. As the
men come to terms with the aftermath, they form a friendship that will get them
through anything. Their stories are beautiful and amazing. But know that this
book is just the beginning, the back-story, so do not be disappointed that
there is no HEA. Just be ready to grab the next book and read all night!&lt;/div&gt;
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The men - or shall we call them “the masters” - provides
brief looks into the men’s pasts. First we’re introduced to Adam Montague, a
Marine who just buried his wife. Alone in a bus station, he rescues a young
runaway who turns around and saves him right back. Next we meet Damian Orlando,
a bus boy who is just trying to get by after serving two years in juvie for
defending his little sister. Though he keeps a low profile normally, he finds
himself rescuing a woman being abused. It costs him his job so he turns to the
military to rescue himself. Then we meet Marc D’Alesso who recently lost his
brother to the war. He returned home to help rescue the family business but
after nearly two years, he can’t do it anymore. He wants more from his life so
after a regrettable night with an ex, he enlists in the Navy as a medic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Setting the stage for all that will happen in this series,
this book is descriptive with compelling stories about courageous characters.
Bouncing between tears and laughter, I was immersed in their lives, their
grief, and their struggles. But I was left just wanting more. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;RATING: 5 Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;IMPORTANT:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you haven’t yet read&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12366044.Masters_at_Arms_Rescue_Me_" title="Masters at Arms (Rescue Me) by Kallypso Masters"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Masters at Arms&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;, you must read it first. This is book 2 in the series and cannot be read before book 1 where readers first meet each Dom before reading their individual stories.&lt;/i&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BOOK TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cxOnqH8J6Ns/T1AEwqKj-mI/AAAAAAAABOs/Lpu2DW8bDhE/s1600/cover+NobodysAngel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cxOnqH8J6Ns/T1AEwqKj-mI/AAAAAAAABOs/Lpu2DW8bDhE/s200/cover+NobodysAngel.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I absolutely l-o-v-e &lt;b&gt;Nobody's Angel&lt;/b&gt;. Ms. Masters shows such
complete understanding and respect for the bdsm community. In fact, the
storyline runs along the lines of trust which is so heavily factored into bdsm
relationships. With a powerful message and a story focused on healing, &lt;b&gt;Nobody’s Angel&lt;/b&gt; is an amazing read, both
emotional and sensual, definitely one of my favorites.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Nobody’s Angel&lt;/b&gt;
focuses on Marc &amp;amp; Angelina. &amp;nbsp;Marc
rescues Angelina from an abusive Dom at the club that he co-owns with his two
friends, Adam &amp;amp; Damian. He assumes he’ll never see her again until a chance
encounter changes that. She doesn’t recognize him but he knows exactly who she
is. And now his protector instinct has kicked in when he learns her ex is still
bothering her.&lt;/div&gt;
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Angelina is the traditional girl-next-door type with the
over protective brothers and large Italian family. She seeks out men that are
perfect in the eyes of her family though they are "boring" and
"safe". Hesitant to listen to her own instincts after the mistake
with her ex, she doesn’t go after men that could truly satisfy her. Then her
attraction to Marc takes her on a journey of discovery into the bdsm community
when Marc offers to show her bdsm isn’t about pain but a power exchange with
mutual trust. Since Angel has sworn off bdsm, it’s up to Marc to teach her just
how satisfying it can be with the right Dom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And Marc is the right Dom. Before his time in the Army, Marc
essentially lived with the cloud of his brother’s death hanging over him. He
lived his life for his family without considering his own needs until he
enlisted in the Army. It was then that he discovered his worth as a man. Now a
civilian working search and rescue in the mountains, he’s found the perfect
balance. Though he’s a rich Italian alpha male, Marc is amazingly down-to-earth
– a truly likable character. He embraces Angelina while still trying to hold
her at arm’s length.&lt;/div&gt;
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When Marc's partner Luke confides he believes Angelina is
the angel his deceased wife promised to send, Marc is convinced she’s meant for
Luke instead. With his memories of allowing a woman to put distance between he
and his brother, Marc refuses to do that again. He believes Luke can provide Angelina
with love and stability while he can satisfy only her submissive needs. I know,
here’s where I thought we might see a ménage – nope – it’s a one-on-one love
story. And it takes Angelina and his friends to help him realize that he must
commit emotionally to find his happiness.&lt;/div&gt;
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Their connection came over just a few days but the
revelations they both went through made the evolution of their relationship
honest and realistic. &lt;b&gt;Nobody’s Angel&lt;/b&gt;
is both highly emotional and incredibly sensual. I have not been so taken by
Doms in a romance book since &lt;i&gt;Cherise
Sinclair&lt;/i&gt; who I declare the Master of BDSM romance books. Book well written,
Ms. Masters, bravo!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;RATING: 5 Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BOOK THREE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zl0hiI0Cngg/T1AE73bFZ0I/AAAAAAAABO8/U4eF3XxUcxg/s1600/cover+NobodysHero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zl0hiI0Cngg/T1AE73bFZ0I/AAAAAAAABO8/U4eF3XxUcxg/s200/cover+NobodysHero.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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At the center of &lt;b&gt;Nobody’s
Hero&lt;/b&gt;, the third book in &lt;i&gt;Kallypso
Master’s&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;Rescue Me&lt;/u&gt; series, is the very simple truth of two damaged
souls healing one another. In the end, this is absolutely beautiful even if the
journey was a frustrating one. The book will make you shiver, cry, and squirm.&lt;/div&gt;
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The focus returns to Adam – the first Marine we met in the
series – as his relationship develops with Karla who is twenty-five years his
junior.&amp;nbsp; In denial over his feelings for
her and still viewing her as the sixteen year old he’d met nine years earlier
in the first book, he’s completely disgusted with himself for being attracted
to her now. &amp;nbsp;Compound that with the
skeletons in his closet and Adam can’t get away from her fast enough. &lt;/div&gt;
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Quite poetically, retired Master Sergeant Adam Montague has
been through four war zones and lives as a Dom with his own club but its sweet
Karla who takes him to his knees when she declares war on his
heart.&amp;nbsp;Karla’s strength was fabulous – the author creates easy-to-like
characters – as she serves as his caretaker in the beginning of Nobody’s Hero. &amp;nbsp;In so m any ways, Karla is the true hero in
this book. She’s so in love with Adam – has been for so many years – that she
is willing to sacrifice her independence to give him what he needs. &lt;/div&gt;
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In an attempt to push Karla away, Adam suggests they enter a
24/7 M/s agreement even though this isn’t his kink. He knew this wasn’t for her
either and he hoped it would push them apart. He was so tormented by his
attraction to this woman who he couldn’t help but see as the child he’d once
rescued. And he saw himself as undeserving of love – incapable of it even –
that this honorable man used this wall to keep her from getting too close. But
it was Adam who actually “safe worded” out of the agreement (though without
explanation) leaving Karla hurt and insecure enough to return home. &lt;/div&gt;
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Though this couple could help each other through their
separate tribulations and clearly have so much love for each other, Adam's skeletons
- and the insecurities that came with them - got in the way over and over and
over. So much is shown into Adam’s past with unpredictable secondary characters
having great impact on the outcome. When finally Adam decides to lay his
skeletons to rest, it was incredibly moving. Such a unique twisting of
storylines keeps readers flipping pages faster and faster until the satisfying
conclusion.&lt;/div&gt;
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Kallypso Masters’ true skill lies in creating characters
that become like family to readers – so realistic with human vulnerabilities,
emotional baggage, scars and an immense capacity for love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;RATING: 5 Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries, please, sir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Here's an indulgent excerpt, a scene from the third book in the &lt;a href="http://kallypsomasters.blogspot.com/p/books-by-kallypso-masters.html"&gt;Rescue Me series&lt;/a&gt;, Nobody's Hero. Karla has been a naughty sub and is about to endure her first punishment from Master Adam. (Despite her internal assurances in this scene that this will be the last transgression, well, Karla is just too bratty and strong-willed for that to happen.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Master Adam has just given her a mind-blowing orgasm, but given the type of torture he has in mind, that might not seem as wonderful as she thought at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #555555; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Excerpt from&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;NOBODY'S HERO&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;© Kallypso Masters, 2011, 2012&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
Karla smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”&lt;br /&gt;
“For what?”&lt;br /&gt;
She looked away, then back at him. “For…making me explode like that. For making me try things I didn’t think I would like to try. That orgasm was…well, awesome.”&lt;br /&gt;
“Not nearly as awesome as the next one will be.”&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes opened wider. “Again?”&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes, kitten. Again and often.” He brushed a hair off her cheek. “Remember when I promised I was going to torture you? Well, I believe there’s the matter of a punishment you earned for willfully telling your Dom no a couple of times tonight.”&lt;br /&gt;
Her body tensed, eyes narrowed, and she scrunched the sexiest little worry lines along her forehead. He let her fear the worst a moment longer, because he knew what she conjured up in her head would be worse than any punishment she’d ever receive from him. Yet, he couldn’t resist thinking about pulling a total mind fuck on her. Hell, she’d been so easy with the chains in his office the other night. He grinned.&lt;br /&gt;
“Y-yes, Sir.”&lt;br /&gt;
“One of my favorite punishments is called orgasm torture.”&lt;br /&gt;
“How could an orgasm be torture?”&lt;br /&gt;
“You’re about to find out. Now, tell me why you’re being punished.”&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes filled with regret. “Sir, I’m sorry that I told you no—repeatedly—and didn’t believe you that eating pussy was…tasty.”&lt;br /&gt;
Karla seemed genuinely sorry and a little bit bratty with that “tasty” remark. If she wasn’t totally submissive, she sure as hell knew how to please this Dom. Something made him wonder if she’d try just as hard if he wasn’t her Dom—if she just wanted to please him, Adam Montague, Dom or not? Was that why she’d agreed to become his slave?&lt;br /&gt;
He cleared his throat. He needed to keep his mind on the task at hand. He could sort out the puzzle that was Karla later.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Yeah, right.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
“What have you learned?”&lt;br /&gt;
“That my Dom knows best. That he’ll take care of my needs no matter how uncomfortable I might be. That I should trust him.”&lt;br /&gt;
Hell. She’d thought it through more than he’d expected. Her sincerity pleased him. “Good girl. Thank you for trusting me, kitten.” He smiled and bent to kiss her again. When her lips began to quaver, he pulled away. She looked up at him, a silent plea in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
“What’s wrong now, kitten?”&lt;br /&gt;
“If I’ve learned my lesson, do you still have to punish me?”&lt;br /&gt;
He fought the urge to grin. “Yes, I do. A good Dom follows through on his promises—and his threats.”&lt;br /&gt;
She seemed to ponder that a moment, then nodded. “I’m ready, Sir.” She laid her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes, looking much like a virgin about to be fed to the lions. This time, he failed to suppress his chuckle. She grew even more tense, if possible.&lt;br /&gt;
“Keep your eyes closed.” Adam reached up and pulled the blindfold back over her eyes. When she nibbled her lower lip, his balls tightened. He couldn’t wait until he was buried inside her to the hilt. But first, he needed to make sure there would be no flying body parts that could prohibit him from performing later.&lt;br /&gt;
He slid off her and walked over to a closet where he knew he’d find some of the toys he’d need, as well. He kept each of the public bedrooms stocked with new sex toys, sexy costumes, condoms, batteries, and other items members might need. His clientele certainly paid enough to be able to afford the perks. Pulling several packages off the shelf, he returned to the bedside and laid them on the nightstand.&lt;br /&gt;
Surveying her position, with her hands outstretched and secured and her thighs and knees in the harnesses, anchored by chains to the sides of the bed, he only had to worry about her kicking him. He picked up two leather cuffs and attached one to each ankle, then restrained them tightly with chains to the bottom of the bed. No doubt her upper body would remain still, with the nooses as an incentive. She should be ready. Well, restraint-wise, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
“How does that feel, kitten?”&lt;br /&gt;
“O-okay, Sir.”&lt;br /&gt;
This position would leave her more exposed than she might like, too, but would keep him from being attacked by his baby tiger.&lt;br /&gt;
Adam walked over to the nightstand and opened the packages, added the necessary batteries, and picked up the tube of lubricant he’d used earlier.&lt;br /&gt;
He glanced down at her. “Karla, do you trust your Dom not to harm you?” He held his breath as he waited for her response.&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes, I do, Sir.”&lt;br /&gt;
He relaxed a bit. Her surrender to him—and trust in him—made him feel like a king.&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Karla felt cool air against her pussy and tender asshole and heard Master Adam ripping open packages and wondered what a tortured orgasm would be like.&lt;br /&gt;
“Relax for me, kitten.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Relax? Was he fucking kidding?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;“Watch your mouth.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Like hell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Calm down&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
The running dialogue in her head didn’t help calm her, not in the least. Karla tried to relax by taking slow, deep breaths and felt herself sink into the mattress. Then she heard him open that damned drawer and wondered what else he had up his sleeve. Her shoulders and arms hurt from holding herself so stiffly. She hadn’t realized how tense she’d become.&lt;br /&gt;
His finger slid against her cleft from her pussy up to her clit, spreading the moisture from her orgasm to the now dry clit. Her hips bucked when he touched the nubbin. It wasn’t as sensitive as it had been right after she’d come, and she felt herself growing warm with excitement as she thought about coming again. Sex definitely was addictive.&lt;br /&gt;
He thrust his fingers inside her pussy and she jumped at the unexpected invasion. Her mouth dropped open as she panted. The sensations began to build; much quicker than before, and her breathing became rapid and shallow.&lt;br /&gt;
His fingers pulled out and she groaned.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;More, Sir.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then she felt something hard and cold pressing against her pussy’s opening. Too cold to be Master Adam’s penis. The hard object began to press inside her. A dildo? Her face flushed. She’d bought some toys at a party during her freshman year in college, but had opted for a clit vibrator, rather than something to put inside herself.&lt;br /&gt;
Adam inserted the object as far as it would go, she supposed. It pressed against the bundle of nerves Adam’s fingers had curled around earlier when he’d given her the orgasm. Then his hand was gone and she waited.&lt;br /&gt;
“Deep breath and hold it.”&lt;br /&gt;
She did as he instructed, and felt something cold and wet pressing against her asshole. “N…..”&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Noooo! I can’t say no or it’ll just make it worse. I trust him. He won’t harm me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
“Good girl. Now, deep breath again and hold it this time.”&lt;br /&gt;
She drew a ragged breath, dreading what he planned to do with whatever was about to enter her anus. “Release your breath slowly.” As she began to release the breath, he pressed the object into her. She held her breath again and steeled herself.&lt;br /&gt;
“Exhale the entire breath, kitten. Now.”&lt;br /&gt;
How could she push the object away if she was exhaling? But she did as he instructed and the object pushed against her rings, burning her asshole, until she was stretched almost as much as when he’d put two fingers inside her. Then the object made a plopping sound and he quit putting pressure against it. But it still burned like hell. Her two holes now were filled to the max. So full. But she’d rather have Master Adam’s penis inside her, not some impersonal plastic dildo.&lt;br /&gt;
“I’m going to go easy on you, kitten, since this is your first punishment. Three forced orgasms. Count them for me.”&lt;br /&gt;
Forced? He should know by now he didn’t have to force her to have an orgasm. She heard a click and the dildo became a vibrator pulsing against her vaginal walls. He increased the speed and she felt that delicious nerve center inside her, and her clit all vibrating at once. She even felt it pulsate against whatever was in her ass.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Touch my clit, Sir!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Then she heard another click and the object in her butt whirred to life as well. “Oh my God!” Sensory overload! Every muscle tingled and quaked throughout her pelvis. She squeezed her hands into fists, grabbing onto the bed sheet and holding on. She’d gone from zero to eighty like a sports car. Adam’s tongue flicked against her clit and she screamed, trying to clamp her legs together but unable to move. Her torso lifted off the bed, then slammed back down as she contorted and twitched at the pain in her nipples from the ever-tightening nooses. To be right at the edge so fast was too intense.&lt;br /&gt;
She screamed again. “Yes! Please! Don’t stop! Please, Sir!”&lt;br /&gt;
When he took her swollen clit between his lips and sucked, she let out the loudest, shrillest scream yet. Dear God. Could the neighbors hear?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Who cares?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Shit, please don’t stop!” Her shoulders and hips bucked in alternating rhythm as she catapulted through the air then came shattering to earth again.&lt;br /&gt;
She gasped, sucking air into her lungs, panting like a dog on a sweltering day in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;
Adam turned off the two vibrators. “Karla, did you come?”&lt;br /&gt;
Was he blind and deaf? “Oh, yessss, Sir. I did.”&lt;br /&gt;
“Isn’t there something I told you to do?”&lt;br /&gt;
Do? “Come three times?”&lt;br /&gt;
“And?”&lt;br /&gt;
She gasped for much-needed oxygen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Oh! Count!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;“That was one, Sir.”&lt;br /&gt;
“Very good, kitten. Are you ready for the next?”&lt;br /&gt;
“Not yet, Sir. I still need to catch my breath.”&lt;br /&gt;
He turned on the anal plug first, then quickly followed with the vaginal one. The pain in her clit was excruciating. “I can’t yet, Sir! It’s too sensitive.”&lt;br /&gt;
Without saying a word, his tongue flicked against her hard, hyper-sensitive clit. “Owww! Please, Sir. Not yet! It hurts.”&lt;br /&gt;
He ignored her and when his teeth clamped onto her clit, her torso started to rise off the bed until the nipple nooses tightened and pulled. The pain there became excruciating again. She couldn’t reach out to push him off her. Tears wet her blindfold. “Please, Sir. I can’t take any more!”&lt;br /&gt;
His hand reached up and pulled one of the ropes attached to her nipple. Following the rope downward, he flicked her erect, sensitive nipple still suffering from being strung up, and then his thumb and finger rolled the tender peak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Oh dear Lord!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The orgasm began to build again, only she didn’t want this one. She tried so hard to evade this assault on her tender flesh, but there was nowhere to go. She reached the precipice and just hung there. As hard as she tried to will herself to tumble over the cliff, release wouldn’t come. She groaned, “I can’t, Sir. Please stop!”&lt;br /&gt;
His hand pressed against the object in her anus and her hips bucked, pressing her clit against his teeth and lips. He turned up the speed of the anal vibrator and she hurtled over at last. “I’m coming! Oh, my God! No. Yes!” She bucked against him for an eternity, then collapsed on the bed like a puppet whose strings had been cut.&lt;br /&gt;
“Thank God it’s over.” She didn’t feel the euphoria she’d felt before, though. This was painful. Torture. Oh, God. Now she knew what he meant. She would never disobey him again if only he would promise never do this to her again. How could he ruin such a good thing as an orgasm by making it punishment?&lt;br /&gt;
He turned off the two devices inside her. “Karla.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Oh, shit&lt;/i&gt;. “Two, Sir.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Jesus&lt;/i&gt;. That meant there was still another one to go. She’d never survive another one. Her skin became chilled where sweat had broken out and cooled, sending a shudder through her body. Her blindfold was wet against her face, from a mixture of tears and sweat.&lt;br /&gt;
She dreaded the build-up beginning again. How could she possibly be ready to come again? She never wanted to come again—ever. Getting over that crest a third time would be impossible.&lt;br /&gt;
Then the vibrators began again, one right after the other, and she whimpered.&lt;i&gt;Nooooo. I can’t do this, Sir&lt;/i&gt;. She groaned.&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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With a twenty-five year age difference, he feels he should be her guardian and protector, not her lover. But Karla's knack for turning up in his bed at inopportune times is killing his resolve to do the right thing. Karla isn't a little girl anymore—something his body reminds him of every chance it gets. &lt;br /&gt;Karla Paxton fell in love with Adam when she was a sixteen-year-old runaway and he rescued her. Now, nine years later, she's determined to make Adam see her as a woman. But their age difference is only part of the problem. Adam has been a guardian and protector for lost and vulnerable souls most of his life, but a secret he has run from for more than three decades has kept him emotionally unable to admit he can love anyone. Will she be able to lower his guard long enough to break down the defenses around his heart and help him put to rest the ghosts from his past? In her all-out war to get Adam to surrender his heart, can the strong-willed Goth singer offer herself as his submissive—and at what cost to herself?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Review&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a BDSM series out there then you know that I have to jump on board to comment on it! Not everyone likes to read them and hey some of you might even deny that you buy them but hey, I am not shy about it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to say that I absolutely love this series … first because of the unique way it starts out with Masters at Arms. How many times do you read a story and spend half the time complaining about one of the characters or wondering why he or she has to be such a tool.  Kim is giggling because she knows that I will throw a book in the trash if I get too frustrated. You really get to know the guys and understand them. I am just saying that every single time that Adam calls Damien “dad” – I get teary eyed. Without the background you would never get just how emotionally charged the series really is!!!!  Second – my family is all military and my nephews were in Iraq.  I can’t thank Kally enough for writing the books the way she has so far. It's not just that it is a glimpse into the struggles they faced while in country but also the continued problems when they come back home. Thank you for loving our military as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;OK So – Nobody’s Hero is my favorite book because of Adam.  He is the best!!!!!! Whether he wants to admit it or not, he is a hero! You love him AND want to slap him upside the head at the same time. YES, throughout the whole book but that just makes him Adam. No matter which of the books I read I always want to know what Adam is doing. He is the glue that brings everyone together and keeps them sane.  He thinks about himself last and he needs the young Karla Paxton to knock some sense into his thick head. He may be retired but you will never think of him as old. Of course, that is because of the graphic descriptions we get of him – hot. &lt;br /&gt;There is more going on with Adam than is military past! Memories of his childhood start creeping in as Karla worms her way into his heart. Don’t think the book is all doom and gloom.  Karla is a trip.  She isn’t going to roll over and just be the perfect sub – no strong woman ever is.  She wants the man to be in charge but she still needs to be herself and doesn’t have a problem standing up to Adam. I don’t think I would have liked the book near as much if she hadn’t “declared war” on Adam.  With all seriousness, she is the kind of character that makes you realize that anything worth wanting is worth fighting for. Not in the weird pie in the sky sort of way but in the oh shit that didn’t work – sad for a little bit but then let’s try a different approach. &lt;br /&gt;Besides the great story – the great characters – awesome plot – we have the BDSM action...yessss! Well written and more realistic then a good bit of books that I have read in the past. You will not regret buying this book and I promise you won’t throw it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RATING: 5 Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries. This book was given to us by the author. Many thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855057065922302939-2924098088085530314?l=guiltyindulgencebookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nobody's Angel, Kallypso Masters, September 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D0HpaFs2G-s/T1BEFlQV20I/AAAAAAAABw0/efN2q-Zxr28/s1600/nobody%2527s%2Bangel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D0HpaFs2G-s/T1BEFlQV20I/AAAAAAAABw0/efN2q-Zxr28/s320/nobody%2527s%2Bangel.jpg" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marc d'Alessio might own a BDSM club with his fellow military veterans, Adam and  Damián, but he keeps all women at a distance. However, when Marc rescues  beautiful Angelina Giardano from a disastrous first BDSM experience at the club,  an uncharacteristic attraction leaves him torn between his safe, but lonely  world, and a possible future with his angel. &lt;br /&gt;
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Angelina leaves BDSM  behind, only to have her dreams plagued by the Italian angel who rescued her at  the club. When she meets Marc at a bar in her hometown, she can't shake the  feeling she knows him—but has no idea why he reminds her of her  angel.&lt;br /&gt;
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When Marc's search-and-rescue partner, widower Luke Denton,  confides he believes Angelina is the angel his wife promised to send him, Marc  is convinced she is meant for Luke. A painful incident from his past keeps Marc  from letting any woman drive a wedge between him and a friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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While  Luke can provide Angelina with love and stability, Marc knows his friend can't  satisfy her submissive needs. Marc offers one night to show her that BDSM is not  about pain, but a power exchange with mutual trust and consent. But he knows he  can’t commit emotionally to anything more. &lt;br /&gt;
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When the abusive Dom from  Angelina's past threatens, Marc's protective instincts kick in; he must keep her  safe. Again at the Masters at Arms Club, she turns the tables on him—and turns  his safe, controlled world upside down. (Forewarning - These books MUST be read in order!!!!!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For those not quite able to wrap their heads around the genre of BDSM or who are uncomfortable with the concepts and feel they are books about people who hurt each other for fun and pleasure - Kally Masters may be just the ticket you're looking for!&amp;nbsp; The &lt;strong&gt;Rescue Me&lt;/strong&gt; series, beginning with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Masters at Arms&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; introduces a group of Doms, bound by the oaths and blood of military service, the loyalty borne of teamwork and discipline and the people necessary to complete them.&amp;nbsp; After reading &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Masters in Arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, I was beyond ready to follow the story arcs of these three Doms and one Domme who serve together at one time and later reunite after war to build a club in Denver to suit their lifestyle and needs.&amp;nbsp; Book 2, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nobody's Angel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, tells the tale of Dom Marc, the man who refuses to see himself as a hero, living in the shadow of his dead brother's spirit and&amp;nbsp;previous betrayal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Fired up from the beginning, this page turner weaves a spell that refuses release, much as a true Dom, until permission is received in the end.&amp;nbsp; What I find so fascinating is this world of strong, dominant males who are so very human, so very flawed and some, even quite broken.&amp;nbsp; Their D/s world is about regaining control, creating safety, security and ultimately a trust that somehow goes beyond just Love.&amp;nbsp; Watching&amp;nbsp;two powerful, machismo males fall in love down that rabbit hole and a strong, very real woman learn to release her inhibitions and ultimately admit&amp;nbsp;her desire to submit is like falling down the rabbit hole.&amp;nbsp; What Masters does so very well is explain, without sounding clinical, educating the reader as the&amp;nbsp;leading ladies learn about the lifestyle through these men.&amp;nbsp; Unlike a traditional erotic romance, the ultimate climatic moment comes with that point of true power exchange and it feels every bit as romantic in it's own special way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The storyline is solid, and there are even some nifty little action scenes and a few club scenes thrown in to really jazz things up - but it's the characters that get you - right from the start.  I love that the secondary characters are obviously lead ins for future stories - Strong secondary plot with Adam and Karla  set up the next book obviously!  Angelina's running mental dialogue is funny, realistic, painfully honest.&amp;nbsp; Watching her be attracted to two men after a lifetime of mental pounding about good catholic Italian girls behavior is entertaining, cathartic and watching her heal under the careful tutelage of the right Dom is sexy, liberating and straight up hot!&amp;nbsp; The sex is graphic and frequent&amp;nbsp;but not the core of the novel - to assume so is to demean the spiritual growth of these broken winged birds into creatures that learn to soar with pleasure, flying the reader with them all the way.&amp;nbsp; (The tension of who Angelina will end up with really plays out at Marc comes to terms with his deeper emotions and knowing that Luke will get his own HEA just from her upcoming release list made me feel a little better while I struggled with that particular storyline - not because I wasn't enjoying the idea of a menage but just the emotional destruction and reconstruction that comes after such a great loss is so heart wrenching, the reader just WANTS him to have that ultimate joy of finding true love.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Grab your box of Kleenex and prepare for an emotional ride that is totally worth the price of admission!&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nobody's Angel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a highly recommended read&amp;nbsp;and this reader totally can't wait for Adam, Damien and Luke's stories - these heroes deserves HEA's.&amp;nbsp; Good things always come to those who wait?&amp;nbsp; Assume the position and say Yes, Sir, indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;RATING:&amp;nbsp;5 Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries and a big pot of whatever Gramma Nonna would make me that doesnt have raw tomatoes to set off my allergies (self preservatory yes,&amp;nbsp;sexy no)&amp;nbsp; Way to go Kally Masters!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And I have to say this is the most unique prequel that I have ever read. In this novella you get vignettes on all of the upcoming hero's in the books. Let me warn you now that it is intense and emotional and deals with some very sensitive subject matter but it is very well written and sets up the next stories very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2KtGEcWmpeA/T00lL8hsl-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/_M4gQi1UR7E/s1600/12366044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2KtGEcWmpeA/T00lL8hsl-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/_M4gQi1UR7E/s320/12366044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714264389359278050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Masters at Arms, Kallypso Masters, Self Published&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masters at Arms begins the journey of three men, each on a quest for honor, acceptance, and to ease his unspoken pain. Their paths cross at one of the darkest points in their lives. As they try to come to terms with the aftermath--forging an unbreakable bond--will they ever truly become masters of their own fates? Or would fate become masters of them? (Book One in the Rescue Me series about the men who own the Masters at Arms BDSM Club.) AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is an introduction to the series, but does NOT have the Happily Ever After endings that will come in the next three romance novels in the series. Being the back-story that usually is not told in "real time," there are some intense themes in the book, including death of a spouse, incest, torture, a battle scene, and amputation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 -Adam&lt;br /&gt;Adam is a career marine, who just lost his wife to cancer. While sitting in the bus terminal waiting to head back to base after the funeral he steps in a saves a young runaway. What Adam doesn't realize is that Karla actually saved his life by giving him something to fight for again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 -Damian&lt;br /&gt;Damien is a bus-boy in a high end hotel. He has had some trouble in the past and is just trying to keep his head down and do his job. But when he hears a woman screaming in one of the rooms he can't just walk away. Finding Savannah being tortured he does the only thing he can do....rescues her. After spending a beautiful afternoon together Damian drops Savannah off at her house knowing he will never see her again but not realizing he left his heart. And so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3 -Marc&lt;br /&gt;After Marc's Marine brother is killed while stationed in Kandahar Marc's parents aren't happy to hear he has enlisted in the Navy. But Marc has to do something to get away from his ex and his guilt. But in trying to get away from the past he runs right into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4 -Bonds Form&lt;br /&gt;They say that unless you have been there you can't really understand the bonds that form between soldiers during war. When the three men come together on a roof top in Fallujah all they wanted to do was get out alive. They may come away with some scars that will never heal but they also come away with a connection that can never be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 5 -The Club&lt;br /&gt;It's 5 years later and the men have opened a fetish club in Denver. Things are going good the club is a success and then the world gets a little smaller and some things come full circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a deep breath when I got to the end of this book and kind of let go of my emotions. The author is very good at evoking a response in a very visceral way in just a few pages. Not all of them are good or pretty but then life isn't always good and pretty but it is intense and real. This book is successful in that you so want to know what happens next in each of the men's and women's lives. I don't know that I could read these books back to back, I feel the emotions might be a bit overwhelming but there is no way that I am not going to read them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a good, hardcore, emotional BDSM series then you don't want to miss Masters at Arms and the rest of the Rescue Me series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RATING: 5 Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries. This book was given to us by the author. Many thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855057065922302939-8146478606943867475?l=guiltyindulgencebookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was asked to introduce myself and my RESCUE ME series in
this first posting, so here we go! I write erotic romances and my friends and
readers call me &lt;i&gt;Kally&lt;/i&gt;. I quit my day job last April and a couple of weeks later
I decided to write full-time. Told my husband I was going to take a year to see
if I could make a go of it. As our retirement savings started being steadily
depleted, I wrote like crazy. Because I needed to succeed financially in a
short time, I chose to self-publish. But I hired a professional editor and
enlisted the help of countless volunteer beta readers and line editors to make
sure my books were as good as they could be when I published them. Then I keep
revising them if I find a typo, so newer versions were just uploaded to my
sales locations earlier this month. I'm a perfectionist! &lt;b&gt;My husband asked if I
read my own sex scenes to get "in the mood," and I told him,
"No—I'd just start editing them."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've always loved to read and write about military heroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I
had written Nobody's Angel in May 2009 and Marc D'Alessio was a Navy veteran
who had served with Marines on the ground in Iraq. But I didn't really know who
else would be in the series at the point that first draft of Angel was done.
So, I decided I needed to write some prequels. (I don't plot or plan—just put
one or more characters on the computer screen and turn them loose. Makes for
some interesting twists and turns—as my readers know.) &lt;/div&gt;
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So, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Masters at Arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was started in May and the first draft
was finished in three weeks. I quickly fell in love with Adam, Karla, Damián,
and Savannah as their stories came to life. The Doms literally consumed my
every thought, as my pre-fans on Facebook can attest to (because they often
made appearances in my status updates there last summer). These three men were
so honorable, strong, and brave, but had been through hell, as had Savannah. I
looked forward to bringing them to their happy endings in the next three books
in the series. Those who have read any of the books know that I write about
characters who have dealt with horrific things, but who fight back and overcome
their pasts. Redemption, rescue, and healing will be common and recurrent
themes throughout the series. &lt;/div&gt;
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In &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nobody's Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Marc rescues Angelina from an abusive
Dom, then finds himself attracted to the woman in a way he's never felt before.
But he's always treated women as if they're treats on his personal smorgasbord,
as one reviewer said. He knows she deserves someone stable who can commit to
her fully, so he tries to convince his friend and search-and-rescue partner
Luke to pursue her. Also in that book, Luke needs to come to terms with what he
wants and whether he's ready to move on after the death of his wife seven years
earlier. And Adam and Karla, who were featured prominently in two sections of Masters
at Arms, continue their push-pull until a dramatic accident changes everything.&lt;/div&gt;
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In &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nobody's Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, which picks up in the same scene where Angel
left off, Karla begins to make her move, knowing she'll die a lonely old woman
if she waits for Adam to see her as a woman. But the man has buried a secret
for thirty-four years that even he hasn't remembered. He has a lot to come to
terms with—and he will not go gently. (But he does like it rough, doesn't he?
&amp;lt;grin&amp;gt;) &lt;/div&gt;
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The next book to come out in the series will be &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nobody's
Perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, which will bring Damian and Savi (Savannah) together again to work on
their issues. I'm working on that now and it's due out in May.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
What I love about the way the series is unfolding is that
the stories bring the couples to their happy endings, sometimes even happily
ever after, but they aren't finished. Anyone in a long-term relationship knows
that a marriage (which is happily ever after to me) is just the beginning. They
take hard work, nurturing, and maintenance. My characters don't start out
perfect in the beginning of their books, and they're far from perfect in the
end. They'll continue to evolve and grow throughout the series. Adam's still
going to need to work on improving his communication skills (Lord, that man
can't communicate!) and to deal with his abandonment issues in &lt;b&gt;Nobody's Home&lt;/b&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;book 6—due out in November&lt;/i&gt;). Marc and Angelina have to continue to work on their
trust issues that are left far from resolved in their romance, so they'll be
back in Nobody's Perfect confronting those and working through them before they
can make a lifelong commitment to one another. (And Melissa will return to try
and cause more trouble for Marc.)&lt;/div&gt;
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As I and many reviewers have pointed out repeatedly, the
books really need to be read in order, because they aren't written in a way that
they can stand alone. I love cliff hangers. I love recurring characters—and not
just showing up in a cameo appearance in a later book. I want them to have a
serious subplot and to work on issues and problems in their relationships.
Luckily, I write to write LONG novels (Angel was 115,000 words and Hero
137,000), so I make sure there's plenty of room for serious subplots. Some
readers might find this a distraction, so if you're into quick reads with one
couple, this series might not be for you. But separating these three men from
one another's lives would be impossible for me. Adam has worked hard to bring
together a family to replace the one he lost, and he continues to bring new
people in. "Baby Dom" Luke Denton is becoming a fixture at the
Masters at Arms Club and his skills with rope and whips are progressing quite
well. His romance will be told in Nobody's Dream (due out in August). &lt;/div&gt;
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Speaking of the Club, many readers of BDSM genre romances
come to expect a fair amount of time to be spent in the clubs. My first three
books have had a few club scenes during operating hours for the club. (It's in
Adam's house, so he and Karla get to play quite a bit during off-hours.) But I decided
last summer that my niche in the genre would be to shed light on an area of the
BDSM community that doesn't really get shown in the fantasy BDSM novels.
Countless people living in the lifestyle complain that romance novels portray
them in a way that is unrealistic. To have a Dom tell me that he identifies
with Adam is gratifying, because I know that I've at least portrayed him like
one real Dom. (No, he's not based on that person, so please don't ask for his
contact info! LOL) &lt;/div&gt;
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My characters have jobs, kids, parents, and go about their
lives quite normally. They aren't millionaires (okay, one comes from a wealthy
family). Some barely are making a living. They also just happen to like to get
kinky in the bedroom, the playroom, or the club. Most of the drama that takes
place in my stories is related to the characters' relationships, not just their
BDSM or sexual lives, but theor emotional, psychological, and romantic ones. &lt;/div&gt;
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That may change in Nobody's Perfect, because my
sado-masochistic couple (Damian and Savi) probably is going to bring readers
into the club when things are hopping. I think you'll even get to see the
dungeon downstairs. I hope to portray their story of dealing with PTSD from the
horrors of war and incest/torture and show how SM provides them each with a
means of regaining some of the control they lost in those situations. I also
want to portray their romance and SM activities in a realistic, loving way. I
am currently writing this story (am only about a fourth of the way finished)
and my characters have a way of surprising me somewhere in the writing, so,
that's just my best guess as to what might happen! &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
I love to talk about these characters and books with those
who have completed the series and am told that spoilers are permitted here. So
if you have questions, please ask. Who do you love best and why? Who would you
like to see a story for in a future book? I have eight books planned at this
time, through 2013, books 5-8 being with Luke, Mistress Grant, Patrick
Gallagher, and Adam's great-great-grandparents (in a historical Western).&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For anyone who hasn't started the series yet, please use
coupon code FV98F at &lt;a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/80282"&gt;https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/80282&lt;/a&gt;
for a FREE copy of Masters at Arms (&lt;i&gt;available
in a number of formats&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONTEST ALERT!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And a lucky commenter on this blog post will be selected
randomly to win a copy of a book in the RESCUE ME series (current or future
book—winner's choice). Another winner will be selected in my excerpt blog post
later this week. I'll have to find a special excerpt for you all. Do you want
it to be a steamy one?&lt;/div&gt;
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Kallypso Masters can be reached at her Ahh Kallypso…the
stories you tell blog (&lt;a href="http://kallypsomasters.blogspot.com/"&gt;kallypsomasters.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) and is a regular fixture
on Facebook, where she has a friends page—yes, you can be her friend, too! (&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/kallypsomasters"&gt;https://www.facebook.com/kallypsomasters&lt;/a&gt;)
and an author page (&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/KallypsoMastersAuthorPage"&gt;https://www.facebook.com/KallypsoMastersAuthorPage&lt;/a&gt;).
She also is on Twitter and Goodreads, but less active there. For a list of her books
with buy links to available sales vendors, go to &lt;a href="http://kallypsomasters.blogspot.com/p/books-by-kallypso-masters.html"&gt;http://kallypsomasters.blogspot.com/p/books-by-kallypso-masters.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Picture the Marlboro Man – rugged, sexy, a shocking scar on
his cheek from a Mountain Lion attack - sitting high on his horse with the sun
highlighting his silhouette and Stetson Cowboy hat…..Yum!&amp;nbsp; Living in the mountains of Wyoming Jed
is a diamond in the ruff.&amp;nbsp; However,
living out in the remote woods has caused him to become just as remote as his
surroundings.&lt;/div&gt;
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Rachel James has escaped and gone into hiding at her bosses
cabin in Wyoming after one of her clients has forced her to make the tough
choice of turning him in to the authorities or keeping her mouth shut.&amp;nbsp; Fearing that she might have to testify
against him and how that might reflect on her boss’s agency she flees town
hoping it will all blow over. But what’s a city girl to do when arriving in the
middle of nowhere and finds the power out in her cabin? She is forced to ask
the tough mountain man neighbor for help but instead of help she is greeted
with fierce eyes and a shotgun in her face.&amp;nbsp; But Rachel has a will of iron and instead of packing up and
admitting defeat she sets out to find a way to survive.&lt;/div&gt;
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Jed has lived alone for years after taking over the ranch
after his father’s death.&amp;nbsp; He is
very inexperienced with women both in and out of the bedroom.&amp;nbsp; In fact his only knowledge is what he has
been able to gather from reading romance novels that he found left around.&amp;nbsp; (Sigh….I’m sure we would all love it if
our significant others read more romance novel “instructions”.)&amp;nbsp; So when Rachel comes into his life he
is terrified that if he lets her in and she leaves then his carefully
controlled environment will longer seem tolerable but empty instead.&amp;nbsp; But he can’t seem to stay away and as
they spend more time together the sparks start to fly.&amp;nbsp; And the adventure down loves road is a
vast as the Wyoming sky.&lt;/div&gt;
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I really loved that this story followed a longer time line
-&amp;nbsp; a very welcome perk given that
it is a short story.&amp;nbsp; Instead of
expecting the characters to take such huge leaps over a matter of days the
story covers several months.&amp;nbsp; It
was a refreshing change that the man was more inexperienced and yet that
inexperience made their love all the sweeter.&amp;nbsp; The backdrop of Wyoming made for a wonderful setting and the
addition of some of the “secondary” characters being his farm animals really
made for some touching moments.&amp;nbsp;
Ms. March does an excellent job drawing the reader in from the first
page.&amp;nbsp; The characters are genuine
and she takes the reader straight to the heart of their internal struggles and
triumphs.&amp;nbsp; This was a wonderfully
written piece and a great quick read to snuggle up to on a cold day!&amp;nbsp; Now if we could all get our significant
other’s to take a cue and read romance novels for the “instructions” then….&lt;/div&gt;
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RATING:&amp;nbsp; I give
this one 5 chocolate dipped strawberries!&lt;/div&gt;
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Special thanks to Resplendence Publishing for giving us this
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&lt;b&gt;Saturday with Sid... like Tuesday with Morrie but with More Kink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EmsD7F3wxg8/TzW-8OE0r5I/AAAAAAAABAs/_KHfXcTR84o/s1600/cover+TailorMade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EmsD7F3wxg8/TzW-8OE0r5I/AAAAAAAABAs/_KHfXcTR84o/s320/cover+TailorMade.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;College tart Felix McAvoy is used to causing a stir with his&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;conceptual art pranks, but for his final show he's planning something&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;even more outrageous. In a last ditch attempt to seduce his jaded&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;tutor, Felixplans to wear the canvas in a subversive display. However,&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;if he's goingto do this right he'll need a tailor-made canvas suit.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Fortunately, heknows just the tailor to turn to for the favor—and&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Felix isn't shy aboutoffering favours of a very different kind in&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First year fashion student Andrew Wheeler knows Felix by reputation only—andplans to keep things that way. Andrew's determined to save himself for the manof his dreams, and Felix couldn't be more different from his ideal Mr.Right.&amp;nbsp; There's only one use Andrew will contemplate for Felix's body: amodel for his end of year project. Trouble is, it's going to involve a lot ofclose contact with a nearly naked Felix, and Andrew's never had temptationquite so close at hand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
K’so… In the beginning of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tailor Made&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, I really want to justpunch Felix in the mouth; he’s a cheeky bastard and so very over the top. Andeverybody knows that I like to be the over the top one in room. But, I keptreading and, dang, author &lt;a href="http://www.josephinemyles.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Josephine Myles&lt;/a&gt; sucked me in with her sassy Britishnovel.&amp;nbsp; I’m not surprised that I wassucked in by the British slang and lovely Bath setting, since I’m currentlyaddicted to Downtown Abbey and The Tudors.&amp;nbsp;I think I might have a small fetish for the accent, but that’s probablya story for a different website.&amp;nbsp; Ms. Mylescreated 2 wildly different characters and somehow made them mesh brilliantly!&amp;nbsp; I loved how different Felix the slut andAndrew the virgin were and how their art brings them together.&amp;nbsp; Plus…there was some really good “omg, he’s avirgin!” sex.&amp;nbsp; I remember those days, Ithink?&amp;nbsp; Seriously though, Ms Myles does aremarkable job conveying emotion in those oh so emotional “first time”scenes.&amp;nbsp; Carry on Josephine, I’m ready toread more of your sassy stories.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's 4strawberries dipped in chocolate!&amp;nbsp; Bang!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Cowboysaren't always what they seem...They're often so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;SheriffDane Carter was only looking for a cold one when he stepped into Duke's Bar&amp;amp; Grill after a long shift but ended up finding trouble instead. From themoment he laid eyes on Tyler he'd known the man would be trouble. When a barfight turns into an explosive sexual encounter, Tyler becomes an instanttemptation he can't afford. Then the real trouble begins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;TylerEvans came to Chicory hoping for a chance to clean up his act and start over.In one night his new life begins to unravel. A harmless game of pool spiralsout of control and he's later accused of a crime he didn't commit. Determinedto prove his innocence, he decides to attach himself to the sheriff until theyfind the real culprit. If he happens to get his hands on the deliciouslyhandsome man haunting his thoughts again--so be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Whenthe situation turns dangerous, the tension between Dane and Tyler reaches thebreaking point. In the heat of the moment Tyler goes too far and his hope forthe future walks out the door, leaving him with a murky future at best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Woooo Lord…Now ya’ll know, I love cowboys…and uniforms…preferablyboth…in the form of muscle boys...&amp;nbsp; EveCassidy handily put the best of both of my worlds in one book.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Buckle Down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is an easy read; MsCassidy has a knack for creating characters that you want to carry around inyour pocket…your back pocket…or your bed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dane and Tyler felt like characters that I already knew and I felt likeI was just hanging out, watching their lives unfold.&amp;nbsp; Personally, that’s not the easiest thing for meto feel when reading, so kudos and chocolate dipped strawberries to Eve Cassidy.&amp;nbsp; Ms Cassidy is also remarkably good at writingexplosive sex scenes in which you might have to stop reading for a hot minuteand get out your hankie and wipe your brow… whooo…&amp;nbsp; Seriously folks, go buy &lt;a href="http://www.evecassidy.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Buckle Down&lt;/a&gt;, get aglass of wine, sit in a nice cool corner and get ready for a hot read!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This book was given to us by &lt;a href="http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Resplendence Publishing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
Many thanks from &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855057065922302939-8920504230343931124?l=guiltyindulgencebookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Only 67 more days till I can lay in the tanning bed. Ahhhhh Finally feeling better after my bout of antibiotics. Started a new workout. Who knew so much pain could come in a tiny brown box from Amazon? Once my lungs recuperate and I can go full speed it's gonna be brutal. This week in particular I've been discovering some of the best cupcake recipes (thanks Tina for giving me the ultimate one). Cupcakes are my guilty indulgence:) So this week I'm gonna let you in on what's going on in my kitchen and what my spring to be read list looks like......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I'm about to try.&lt;/strong&gt; Tina sent me the most AWESOME cupcake recipe she found on the Pampered Chef web site. I LOVE WHITE CHOCOLATE and this one has a Lindt truffle in the recipe. I can't wait to try it out. Stay tuned for the results of that adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I did try and came out AWESOME. &lt;/strong&gt;I baked a chocolate chip cookie in the center of a chocolate cupcake. I placed a scoop of raw cookie dough in the paper cupcake paper then poured the batter over it to fill the cup and baked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I'm famous for. &lt;/strong&gt;My most requested cupcake is my Bailey's Irish Cream. Who doesn't love a cupcake with Bailey's in it? The cashiers at the ABC Store look at me like I'm crazy sometimes. What? Yes, it's a big bottle and I just bought one last month but I'm baking with it. No, really I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also working on a surprise to come out of my kitchen for Tyra and Jenn's birthdays in March. Which should totally make up for anything stupid I've done recently or may do in the future. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of my kitchen and onto my spring to be read list.... Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKz_BRGZ7jI/T0bqQVDiJyI/AAAAAAAAAdw/IS_eDyUwhyI/s1600/10542244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712510743616825122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKz_BRGZ7jI/T0bqQVDiJyI/AAAAAAAAAdw/IS_eDyUwhyI/s200/10542244.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The new Nick book by Sherrilyn Kenyon will be out on Tyra's birthday! Everything will be dropped when this comes out. This will be my first pre order ever for my Kindle. So much to celebrate this day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3jvouzzeFc/T0bq3pgpuvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/_WUNx8H9hMQ/s1600/6660747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712511419122563826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3jvouzzeFc/T0bq3pgpuvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/_WUNx8H9hMQ/s200/6660747.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Finish up the Demonica series by Larissa Ione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J1V_-fIRe7g/T0brUOm0rjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/PNCGfb6eqUM/s1600/11512712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712511910116896306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J1V_-fIRe7g/T0brUOm0rjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/PNCGfb6eqUM/s200/11512712.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wait not so patiently for the next Lords of Deliverance book, Lethal Rider, to come out in June by Larissa Ione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONIaiS_I1nw/T0brltYwEJI/AAAAAAAAAeU/A_RYnUwfq8c/s1600/7664041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712512210437148818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONIaiS_I1nw/T0brltYwEJI/AAAAAAAAAeU/A_RYnUwfq8c/s200/7664041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Inheritance by Christopher Paolini. I started this series a long time ago and want to follow thru with it. The first book was painful to read but they got better and I want to know how the story ends. 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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Freestyle Love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;By Author&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Marcus Lopes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When it comes to one-night stands, Malachi Bishop has “rules”. No pillow talk. No sleeping over. No planning a future hook-up. First names only. It’s just sex, not a prelude to love. But when Cole Malcolm, a smooth-talking management consultant, woos Malachi into bed, the rulebook is tossed out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one-time fling leaves Cole reeling: Malachi is his first real shot at happiness, his “forever” man, and he’s determined to show Malachi just how good they could be together. But Malachi doesn’t believe in happily-ever-after, and dodges Cole’s play for his heart. After all, Malachi is still mourning the loss of Taylor Blanchard, whom he hoped to love forever. Then there’s Zach Brennan, a handsome twenty-five-year-old and student at the college where Malachi teaches. Falling for Zach could destroy everything he’s worked for, but Malachi can’t help himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught by love and in its betrayal, it’s a later affair with a beautiful stranger that changes Malachi’s life most dramatically. Now Malachi must confront his present and his past that bring into question the larger fantasies of home and his place in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Malachi, hunched forward over
the dining room table reading the &lt;i&gt;Globe and Mail&lt;/i&gt;, let out a sigh as he
yawned, his mouth open wide revealing his uneven teeth. As he reached for his
half-empty and lukewarm cup of coffee, he caught a glimpse of the hairy bronze
cyclist’s legs in the archway of the dining room and sat back in his chair. He
looked intently at the tall, lean figure standing before him, naked, with his
arms folded across his chest. Of course, Malachi knew that they would have to
confront each other at some point, but he was still nervous and, after a
moment, glanced away. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="Default" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The man stood with his legs
spread slightly apart, like a model posing for a photo shoot. His eyes
narrowed. “Do you mind…” His voice cracked and he bit down on his lower lip.
“Do you mind if I take a shower?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="Default" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Malachi said, “Oh, of course,”
and stood, watching his guest unfold his arms and then run his hands through
his dark bed hair that darted in a thousand directions, pushed back from his
low brow. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;They smiled thinly at each
other, as if suddenly able to read the other’s thoughts, and uncertain about
how to proceed. Malachi dropped his gaze and left the room to retrieve a towel
and facecloth from the disorganized hall closet. He returned to the dining room
and gawked at the handsome figure’s firm yet pale backside that he remembered,
with a mixed sense of pleasure and dread, having had his face between for most
of the night. Malachi cleared his throat. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The man spun around and took
the linens from Malachi, and held them in front of his crotch, concealing his
growing hard-on. He sidled his narrow blue eyes at Malachi and said, “It’s
Cole… my name, that is, in case you’ve forgotten.” He took in Malachi’s blank
stare, fully aware of its significance, and when there was no response shrugged
and disappeared down the hallway towards the bedroom. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Malachi picked up the
newspaper from off the dining room table and carried it into the living room,
tossing it onto the coffee table and then pacing the room that was filled with
the bright morning sun. He stopped in front of the fireplace and leaned against
the mantelpiece, staring abstractly at his collection of soapstone cat carvings
that he had purchased during his trip to &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Quebec
  City&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; the previous summer. There was a heaviness in his
heart, an utter repulsion that lingered the morning after, as if there was
something absolutely criminal about sex. What was “criminal” was that he had
let himself give in to desire, which he came to designate as lust — that murky,
disgruntled and disheartening world of one-night stands that, when he felt
alone in the world, held the promise of love. He wasn’t opposed to one-night
stands. When he longed for the closeness of being with someone, of &lt;i&gt;feeling &lt;/i&gt;loved
when he thought he was not, he found, and this was what disturbed him, comfort
in what was supposed to be meaningless, anonymous, uncomplicated, sex. Was it
really meaningless? He worried that love was becoming impossible, completely
out of reach, just like the happiness that he believed depended on it. His love
life had been nothing more than a string of one-night stands and now, with his
thirtieth birthday looming, he was in search of something more, something real,
permanent, &lt;i&gt;true&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="Default" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The contradictory aspect of
his current situation pained Malachi deeply. He was thoroughly displeased with
himself because he had been &lt;i&gt;weak. &lt;/i&gt;Worst of all, he was still revelling
in the afterglow of the night of passionate lovemaking, yet unwilling to
conceive of something more permanent, true, possibly evolving from it. The
crudeness of one-night stands made their currency short-term, depreciated. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Malachi moved to the worn
brown leather sofa and sat down, leaning forward, his gaze held to the hardwood
floor. He suddenly found himself smiling sheepishly as he thought about Cole,
whose name he had not forgotten — a name that carried a certain presence and
authority that was both attractive and intimidating. His smile broadened and
his cheeks heated with embarrassment as he thought about Cole, just moments
before, standing in front of him naked, insouciant. Malachi carried the image
of Cole’s narrow blue eyes expressing unremitting desire, hopeful friendship.
And Cole’s short, pointed nose that drew attention to the runnel above his thin
red lips and the dimple in his chin. There was something genuine in those penetrating
eyes, something comforting that prevented Malachi from negating the warmth, and
the ensuing joy, that had swelled within him as he and Cole lay in bed
together. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="Default" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It seemed strange, surprising
even, when Malachi woke up to Cole beside him and did not feel alarmed, which
he was convinced he would since he had ignored his own rules. He had set
“rules” for himself when it came to one-night stands, like a covenant that he
had signed his name to, secured by the whole of his &lt;i&gt;being&lt;/i&gt;. When Cole had
approached him at Groove, the lone gay bar in Claredon that Malachi did not
frequent often, he had broken his cardinal rule of first names only by
introducing himself as Malachi Bishop. That was hardly significant at the time,
since he was not planning on hooking up with anyone. He had ended up at Groove
because of Shane Martin, his best friend, who had wanted to go out for a night
on the town. Malachi had reluctantly agreed more so to silence Shane’s
insistent nagging than any real desire to go. He did not consider himself into &lt;i&gt;that
&lt;/i&gt;scene, drinking and dancing to the early morning hours and suffering
through the next day hung-over and tired. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="Default" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cole had pleasantly surprised
Malachi, dragging Malachi onto the dance floor and making him laugh. And when
they ended up at Malachi’s, locked in a crushing embrace, it wasn’t that they
had had sex that distressed Malachi but that he had allowed Cole to sleep over.
That was the most criminal of all. He had always been diligent about
shepherding his “guests” out of his home quickly once orgasm was achieved,
especially when the sex was mechanical, routine, boring. Of course he would
give them time to catch their breath, clean up a bit — perhaps even shower —
but once they were dressed, he guided them to the door in an awkward silence.
No pillow talk. No revealing of unnecessary details about himself. No planning
a future hook-up. And at the door, “Do you have everything? Wallet? Keys?” That
somehow made it easier for him to accept having given himself over to desire,
and the unprecedented role desire played in his life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="Default" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Malachi lifted himself off the
sofa and made his way to the bedroom, his body trembling, and silently hoping
for a final glimpse of Cole’s naked butt that had excited him earlier. Cole
came into the bedroom from the en suite bathroom as Malachi was pulling the
sheets off the bed. Cole, wearing a blue ringed T-shirt and blue jeans, patted
at his dark brown hair that looked black as it was still wet and fell flat
against his head. They looked probingly at each other until Malachi gestured
Cole out of the bedroom and followed him down the hall, stopping just outside
the entryway to the kitchen, Cole staring intently at Malachi and Malachi, with
his hands shoved in his pockets, looking at the floor. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="Default" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“This is awkward,” Cole said
ruefully.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="Default" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“I suppose.” Malachi raised
his head. In a darker, more pressing tone, he added, “Do you have everything?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="Default" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cole, in a trance-like state,
nodded. “Yes, I think so.” Cole was thinking about his past, and how he had
somehow managed to always lose control. He wasn’t sure if he believed in fate,
but for once in his life he wanted to act as though he was in control, that his
present and his future were in his hands. Smiling, he touched his hand to the
side of Malachi’s face. “Well, no, actually… I mean, I’d like to see you
again.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="Default" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Malachi took a step backwards
as he slipped his hands out of his pockets and folded his arms, scrunching his
eyebrows and pursing his lips all at once, and then shaking his head. Here they
were, two grown men who were alone in the world and trying to romance the
notion of love into perfect firsts — first glances exchanged, first hellos,
that first touch. “How pathetic we must seem,” Malachi thought. Was it
childish, foolish even, of him to conceive of one-night stands as the hopeful
vehicle through which he may fall in love — and not necessarily with Cole but
with anyone? Didn’t that make one-night stands utterly corrupt, deceptive, &lt;i&gt;immoral&lt;/i&gt;?
Even as they stared at each other with wild lusting eyes Malachi, who let logic
and reason guide him more than his heart, foresaw that the scene had only one
ending. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cole cupped his hand to
Malachi’s shoulder. “Let me buy you breakfast.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Malachi lifted Cole’s strong
hand off his shoulder and said, “Cole…” hoping that the edge in his voice would
make his point. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cole said, “Surely you can see
beyond the moment —” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“It’s all a bit muddled,”
Malachi said with a bluntness that surprised even him and then moved into the
living room. He stood with his back to Cole, a way of taking refuge, and
clasped his hands to the back of his head. He glanced about the sparsely
furnished room that he loved for its airiness but now, with Cole there, felt
constricting. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cole scrunched his eyebrows.
“Muddled?” Was Malachi too jaded to even try to see beyond the moment? Maybe.
And Cole was too nervous to ask: Who had broken Malachi’s heart? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Malachi spun around, his arms
dropping to his side. “Look, Cole, last night was fun…” He shifted his eyes
uneasily between Cole and the door. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cole made his way over to
Malachi, and when he was close to him, said, “That’s why I want to see you
again.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Malachi gave a wary laugh.
“That’s just not possible.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cole let out a low,
exasperated sigh. “Maybe you’re right,” he said and walked heavy-footed towards
the door. Cole suddenly imagined that Malachi might be difficult to handle, the
type of guy who makes the rest of the world uneasy around him — not a &lt;i&gt;diva&lt;/i&gt;,
just a man used to having everything his way. In the foyer, Cole slipped on his
shoes and retrieved his black leather jacket from the closet. Before putting on
his jacket, he reached into an inside pocket and pulled out a taupe-coloured
business card and set it on the narrow rectangular console table next to the
closet door. “If you change your mind,” he said, and gave a languid shrug of
indifference. He slid his left arm into the sleeve of his jacket and then his
right arm into the other sleeve. “I’m in town a few more days. You can reach me
at the number on…” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Malachi shook his head. “Oh, I
&lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt;.” He frowned, and then came the disparaging chuckle, and it seemed
only natural for him to follow with, in a testier, sharper tone. “Seeing me
again is less work for you.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="Default" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“Yes, it is —” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="Default" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“Just another quick…?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cole folded his arms and then
unfolded them, only to shove his hands in his pockets and immediately pull them
out. “You know what?” he said, as if finally coming into the truth of the
matter, “just forget it,” and grunted as he pulled open the door. Cole had been
daring, put himself on the line to implant himself in the present, as though it
really belonged to him, and he was still dangling, searching for something he
knew to be completely abstract. He knew he must have looked pathetic,
desperate, like he was clinging to a fairytale. He was about to step into the
hall when he turned and looked at Malachi, with quiet admiration, and then,
piously, “How long can you wait on happiness before it completely escapes you?”
and disappeared into the corridor. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Malachi looked on as the door swung closed on its own,
and at the sound of the soft thud of the door hitting the metal doorframe, he
collapsed onto the sofa. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, feeling both
relief and disappointment, unable to see the paradox of his own world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This week brings another Resplendence Author to our doorstep, one I have followed for years - she's sassy, funny and write smokin hot erotic tales, so grab a glass of ice water and check out Cheryl Dragon's latest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Renee's High School Reunion, Cheryl Dragon, Resplendence Publishing, January 2012.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QHgvWxDfuU4/T0W_pSwp71I/AAAAAAAABGY/9JjWXnHalGE/s1600/renees%2BHS%2Breunion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QHgvWxDfuU4/T0W_pSwp71I/AAAAAAAABGY/9JjWXnHalGE/s200/renees%2BHS%2Breunion.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Nude photos, a prom fistfight, and losing the two men she loved are three good reasons for Renee not to go to her reunion. But Renee always pushed the boundaries. High school was ten years ago but she’s never forgotten AJ, her boyfriend, or Jesse, her gay best friend who was her first lover. Though she’s determined to heal the past with two great men, even Renee is shocked when she finds out what has happened since she left Vegas. AJ and Jesse have plans for her that start with a hot reunion weekend. Ménage love is a gamble, but the trio graduated with honors from Las Vegas High!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They say you can't go back - back in time, back to the way things were, back to the drawing board. But Cheryl Dragon may have hit upon the perfect blend of rewind and fast forward with her new erotic delight, &lt;u&gt;Renee's High School Reunion&lt;/u&gt;. &amp;nbsp; Renee Carlson hadn't really intended to attend her ten year high school reunion but as a pilot for a major airline, she had the access and the time and curiosity had her wondering about what happened to everyone - especially her best friend Jessie and her senior year boyfriend A.J.&amp;nbsp; Little did she know the fistfight the two engaged in on prom night all those years ago was the catalyst that started their relationship.&amp;nbsp; She has no idea they've been together now ten years because of her.&amp;nbsp; She also has no idea that their plans for the perfect union includes one missing piece - her!&amp;nbsp; Tempting the sexually adventurous Renee with a weekend of no-holds barred menage sex, A.J. and Jessie hope to rekindle old flames and convince her that she's the perfect fit for both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheryl Dragon writes erotic romance like a sharp Italian sports car - tight curves, able to take on twists and turns, giving one sexy as hell ride along the way.&amp;nbsp;The relationships between Renee and Jessie and Renee and A.J. are those borne of intense high school&amp;nbsp;experiences.&amp;nbsp; And yet, some things that go back that far, are meant to be for a reason.&amp;nbsp; Dragon&amp;nbsp;captures that intense experience in&amp;nbsp;a series of flashbacks and recollections that blend seamlessly with the current story.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The best part of her characters is that they feel very real - they have fears, quirks and little bumps in the road do freak them out.&amp;nbsp; The unplanned public outing of A.J. causes the reader to feel immensely empathetic and even protective to the point that it makes Renee's reactions justifiable, conceivable.&amp;nbsp; The menage fantasy of two hot men who love each other as much as the woman they are with also rings truthfully with the reader, even I think, for those not as familiar with the genre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Say what you will - I love a sexy, sassy erotic romance.&amp;nbsp; Especially one that packs in punch after punch and scenes that sizzle on the page all in less than 100 pages!&amp;nbsp; Cheryl Dragon wins "Best sexy reunion story" superlative for this&amp;nbsp;spicy reunion tale!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
RATING:&amp;nbsp; Five out of five Big&amp;nbsp;Ole&amp;nbsp;Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries and maybe some champagne to&amp;nbsp;celebrate....good times, great friends and hawt-ness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This book was given to us by Resplendence Publishing. Many thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855057065922302939-3927333604744007210?l=guiltyindulgencebookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This has been the warmest winter that we have had here in the valley in the nine years that we have been here. It's been most unusual but I don't want to complain because this California transplant really hates driving in snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of weeks ago I had not read a book by KC Burn and now I am doing my second review for her. And even though this story was a novella, which can sometimes have plot difficulties because of the length, this book didn't not fall victim to that problem. Ms. Burn has gone from "new to me" to "auto-buy" and I am so happy to add her to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kYllR-2n4iw/T0KzSPz08aI/AAAAAAAAAdg/kSiVqQJFMws/s1600/13448262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kYllR-2n4iw/T0KzSPz08aI/AAAAAAAAAdg/kSiVqQJFMws/s320/13448262.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711324403522138530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Time, Forever by KC Burn, Carina Press&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Derrick and Trevor used to have an incredibly passionate relationship, full of spontaneity and sizzle. Now that their son is off to college, they want to put their days of routine, vanilla sex behind them and bring back some of that spark. &lt;br /&gt;Realizing that they’re empty-nesters, Trevor begins to notice their age difference. He suddenly feels old and unsure of himself, and isn’t confident Derrick still desires him. When Trevor decides to keep his health issues and gray hairs down there to himself, Derrick is hurt by his partner’s secretive behavior and thinks Trevor must be having an affair.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could be further from the truth, but Trevor doesn’t know how to communicate his fears to his partner. He desperately wants to reconnect with Derrick and rev up their sex life, but will it be enough to reclaim their marital bliss?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This novella was a really nice change in that it is the story of an "older" couple. Most of the stories we read are about finding love, this one is about keeping it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor and Derrick are at a crossroads in their life. Having just dropped Trevor's son off at college both men expect their sex life to return to the spontaneity they once shared. But work,insecurities and miscommunication lead to hurt feelings and suspicion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is difficult for someone like me because I wanted to crawl into the pages and just sit both men down and get them to talk to each other. You can feel the love each man has for the other and knowing the pain they are both going through could have been avoided hurt to read. But I also think that's what made it such a great book. I was fully invested in these character's in a very short period of time and for me that's all down to a good story and character development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the flashbacks of the way things used to be but enjoyed that even though they were older they could still bring the heat. I thought I was going to fall out of bed laughing over Trevor's waxing mishap and could totally relate to his pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a quick read that feels like a full length novel emotionally and leaves you with that slightly flushed voyeuristic feeling because it seems so real, then First Time, Forever is a book that you don't want to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RATING: 5 Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries. This book was given to us by NetGalley. Many thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855057065922302939-5162828909306760832?l=guiltyindulgencebookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D1_T8wOTOQ4/Tzge5VxY9RI/AAAAAAAABB8/ycmvSCsRIM8/s1600/13037619.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D1_T8wOTOQ4/Tzge5VxY9RI/AAAAAAAABB8/ycmvSCsRIM8/s320/13037619.jpeg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So if you are like me the suspense of waiting for Molly
Harper’s Jane Jameson Book 4 is killing you.&amp;nbsp; So I was thrilled to find that she has a spin off to hold me
over until the much-anticipated release of Book 4, Nice Girls Don’t Bite Their
Neighbors,&amp;nbsp; coming on February 28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Please be sure to check back as I’m
sure I’ll review it as soon as I get my hands on it!&lt;/div&gt;
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In the mean time….Driving Mr. Dead is a wonderfully written
story and adds two new fabulous characters to the wacky cast of Jane’s
friends.&amp;nbsp; Miranda Puckett is the
daughter of Half Moon Hollow’s most prominent old money family but unlike her
family she is not a lawyer nor is she a &amp;nbsp;successful businesswomen.&amp;nbsp; She has failed at every job she has ever had in fabulously
tragic and hilarious ways.&amp;nbsp; But she
has picked up some random skills along the way and hopes that maybe, just maybe
those skills will help her as she takes on her newest career – a long-distance
vampire transporter.&amp;nbsp; A job she
took trying to get as far out of town as possible while she tries to decide if
she wants to give her lying, cheating fiancé another chance. &lt;/div&gt;
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Collin Sutherland is the most persnickety, stuffy, handsome
vampire that Miranda has ever met and his 16-page transportation contract rider
can’t help but rub her the wrong way.&amp;nbsp;
But as they set out on their National Lampoons worthy trip Miranda’s
knack for trouble seems to find her and Collin must quickly learn that
contingency plans are necessary.&amp;nbsp; As their trip spins further out of control their need to work together,
laugh together and find a way to get home only helps to ignite the undeniable
spark between them.&amp;nbsp; Their chemistry
and the lessons learned along the way quickly have Collin rethinking his
solitary life style and reveling in the chaotic fun that is Miranda!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
In true Molly Harper fashion this story will have you
laughing, crying and cheering all that the same time.&amp;nbsp; There are appearances from some of our favorite Jane series
characters that make for some really great scenes.&amp;nbsp; Once again, I listened to this on Audible.&amp;nbsp; Amanda Ronconi just does such a
fabulous job that I always gravitate to her audible format over the print
format.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This book can easily be read as a stand alone and doesn't have to be read as part of the main series. &amp;nbsp;It seems to fall in between book 3 and 4 of the Jane Series but it could be read really at any time and still make sense. &amp;nbsp;However, the Jane Series is well worth the the time and one of my favorites series. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you are unfamiliar with
Molly Harper please be sure and use our search bar on the left column to find
my previous blog’s on her other books. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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RATING: &amp;nbsp;I give this one Five Chocolate Dipped Strawberries served in
a National Lampon’s Moose Glass with whipped cream!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Touch Me &lt;/b&gt;by &lt;i&gt;Callie Croix&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; is a
little gem of a story that was not only sexy but also a sweet story of two
people embracing love. A few more chapters would’ve created a story with a bit
more depth but it was still good as is, with strong characters and an
intriguing premise. Some of the smaller nuances would’ve been interesting to
explore as I found myself wishing I knew more.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tianna is newly divorced from a soldier who had a traumatic
brain injury. She’s been staying at her brother’s best friend Alex’s house after
her divorce. Readers will develop incredible empathy for her as the history of
her marriage evolves. Tianna is working through self-esteem issues, and she’s
left denying her darker sexual desires. &amp;nbsp;Tianna
has a long way to go in healing (here’s where more details may have been
effective) which we see in the subtle nuances of her actions, especially her
need to run when things aren’t perfect.&lt;/div&gt;
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When Alex (aka Army Captain Alex Montoya) comes home on
leave, he’s determined to give into everything he’s always wanted and arouse
Tianna’s hidden desires - a big move since Tianna's brother is Alex's best
friend. She's always been off limits but now there’s nothing to stop him from
acting on his feelings. Having her live in his home, even while he was away,
gives him a feeling of protectiveness. The arrangement feels incredibly
intimate.&lt;/div&gt;
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Alex is my idea of a perfect alpha hero. He’s completely in
love (true love formed over time, not quick lust) with the heroine; he’s strong,
confident and handsome, yet at the same time, he’s gentle with her, caring and so
protective. It was incredibly sweet that he was committed to helping her put together
a new life from her broken past but without the need to be controlling,
allowing her to heal on her own terms. Yet Alex was absolutely determined to show
her exactly how sexually desirable she was – using every weapon he had
including tying her down to make sure he had her full attention.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Though the story is short, Croix infused just enough tension,
both sexual and plot-based, to keep the reader flipping pages without realizing
how much time has passed. &lt;b&gt;Touch Me&lt;/b&gt;
is like a delicious espresso shot - short and hot. Read it in one quick shot.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I don’t know if this
is totally “outing” an author but I have to tell those of you who follow me and
know my favorite authors… this is Kaylea Cross!!! writing in her pen name she uses
for her more steamy erotic stories. While I feel her calling is in the romantic
suspense, she’s no slacker in light erotica either.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;RATING: 4 Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Squeaky Clean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.kimdare.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Kim Dare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;It’s not every day that Tim looks up and sees a hot, wet and half-naked
man standing outside his third story window. He feels quite justified in being
shocked enough to drop both his coffee and his laptop. The last thing he expects
is for the guy to climb in through the window to help him clean up. Still, it’s
only when he recognizes his new window cleaner that things start to get really
complicated for Tim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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If you like
to read Kim Dare, as I do, then just go ahead and get it.&amp;nbsp; This is 23 pages of OMG I didn’t see that one
coming.&amp;nbsp; If you are checking it out
please don’t let the BDSM label throw you off.&amp;nbsp;
It is a great quick read that is written perfectly with just a bit of
D/s thrown in.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Part of the &lt;i&gt;Kinky Quikies&lt;/i&gt;
series, the story grabs you from the first page, which is just what you want as
a reader.&amp;nbsp; I loved the story because the
blurb really didn’t tell me the whole story or give anything away.&amp;nbsp; I have gotten into a bad habit of judging my
main characters ahead of time.&amp;nbsp; I think
anyone that reads a lot does. I love to read Kim’s stories, short or long,
because you never know the mind set or the dynamics of the relationship ahead
of time.&amp;nbsp; This story was no different and
I was totally surprised by the plot and the ending.&amp;nbsp; The first thing I did was look out on the
website to see if this was just the set up to a new book because I loved it so
much and just wanted to see how it played out.&amp;nbsp;
No luck but maybe if we all read it and then write to her asking for
more she will considered it. &amp;nbsp;Damien and
Tim bring with them issues from their high school days. The question is always
how much will the past hold us up from our future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I give &lt;b&gt;Squeaky Clean 4 chocolate-dipped strawberries&lt;/b&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Relax for a few and read it – we all deserve the break in our
lives.&lt;/div&gt;
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This book was given to us by Resplendence Publishing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or in this case beg for her day so you can get your review written while the book is still fresh in your head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met Mary Wine a couple of times at Lora Leigh's RAW and I have to say that she is one of the most talented people I have ever met. The beautiful dresses that she wears for the costume balls she makes herself by hand, and from someone who can barely sew a button on that is completely awe inspiring. She is also one of the nicest, most gracious authors that I have had the pleasure to spend time with. Looking at this innocent petite lady you would never guess that she can also write some of the hottest Alpha Highlanders I have ever read about and her steamy sex scenes will wilt the heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wFPERBmMdew/Tz6TSPEXQeI/AAAAAAAAAdU/AKGiSnjQlzo/s1600/12640430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wFPERBmMdew/Tz6TSPEXQeI/AAAAAAAAAdU/AKGiSnjQlzo/s320/12640430.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710163319044129250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Highlander's Prize, Mary Wine, Sourcebooks Casablanca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful Clarrisa is sent to Scotland to marry the king, but is soon thwarted by the handsome Laird Broen MacNichols. For Broen, Clarrisa becomes far more than a kidnapped prize. Sparks fly as he enjoys sparring with the intelligent and independent-minded lady from York. Captive turns captor when Broen loses his heart and risks everything to keep Clarissa for himself.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarrisa refuses to accept her fate as a brood mare for the King of Scotland. So when men kidnap her before he can bed her she can't decide if she has gone from the frying pan to the fire or if she has finally found her freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laird Broen MacNichols agrees to kidnap the English lass before she can give King James a son with English blood to sit on the throne of Scotland. He expects a timid English mouse but what he gets is a woman who stirs his blood and makes him hotter than any woman he has ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political intrigue, broken betrothals and questionable loyalties are the foundation for this compelling read, but the heart is the relationship that unfolds between Clarrisa and Broen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when I start a Mary Wine book that I am going to be swept away into the time and world that she has created. Her stories are multi-dimensional and fast paced. The historical details are interesting without weighing down the storyline. But her characters are the reason that I pick her books up again and again. The banter between the two leads was fun to read and kept the sexual tension flowing. A strong and varied cast of secondary characters added depth, but be sure to keep a score card handy to keep everyone straight. I would recommend this book to anyone who likes Scottish historicals, or anyone who just wants to escape into a well written book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RATING: 5 Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries. This book was given to us by NetGalley. Many thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855057065922302939-116276466205934714?l=guiltyindulgencebookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;NEW on Kindle TODAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The Sin Eater’s
Prince&lt;/b&gt; is a story with such deep sense of sadness and yet it is a beautiful
tale of love. &lt;i&gt;Keta Diablo&lt;/i&gt; brings this
incredible dichotomy to life in this quickly-moving story. From a life wrought
in loneliness rises a man capable of redemption.&amp;nbsp; Set in long ago England, Owen Rhys is the sin
eater of his village which means he absorbs the sins of the newly departed so
that they may go cleansed into the afterlife. &amp;nbsp;Because of this position, he has been shunned
by the local villagers his entire life. &amp;nbsp;Yet
to this reader, Owen is a near perfect male... simple, humble, giving, honorable,
and of course, handsome. &lt;/div&gt;
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Sadly, Owen has exactly two friends. First, Carys is a young
girl who cares for Owen as a brother. She’s equally sweet and kind – very likeable
– whose courage later in the book earns her my respect. And then there’s
Andras, the town’s physician who has cared for Owen from afar. &amp;nbsp;Andras has a secret that keeps him away from
Owen – he’s a vampire who has been watching over him just as he pledged to Owen’s
father before he passed away. &amp;nbsp;Andras fights
his dark side continuously to keep himself good. With such a deep sense of honor,
Andras has kept himself apart from the man he desires so as not to turn him, thereby
forcing him to live the life Andras himself has been forced to live. Owen, of
course, is shocked then when Andras saves him from another vampire and admits
he cares for him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Their love story is so simple – pure and untarnished by the
world.&amp;nbsp; With years of history between
them, it seems natural when they take the step to consummate their love. &amp;nbsp;And, mm mmm, their consummation is hot while
also being incredibly beautiful. &amp;nbsp;The
emotional connection warmed me – the fact that Owen could find acceptance
through Andras was incredibly moving; and the vivid imagery &lt;i&gt;Diablo&lt;/i&gt; presents gave this reader the
shivers. The ultimate in romance played out as the men accepted their fate and
came together.&lt;/div&gt;
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Now, the story isn’t just about the two men falling in love
(‘cause that would be boring). Here’s where the protagonist comes into play - Dagan,
the evil vampire. &amp;nbsp;Andras killed Dagan’s
father long ago and now Dagan wants revenge along with the Prince's sword that belongs
to Andras.&amp;nbsp; The sword holds the power to allow
vampires to walk in sunlight which is the ultimate desire of those who can only
walk in the night.&amp;nbsp; When Dagan learns about Owen, he uses him to bring
down Andras. &amp;nbsp;Dagan was a truly
unlikeable villain, perfectly written to have few redeeming qualities.&amp;nbsp; The tension he brings is nail-biting as the
action explodes and readers are left to wonder about Owen’s true destiny.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The Sin Eater’s
Prince&lt;/b&gt; takes place in long ago England and the mythology is unlike the
traditional vampire romances today which made it a more interesting read. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Diablo &lt;/i&gt;incorporates
Welsh superstition, myths and traditions to give the story a dark undertone.&amp;nbsp; It reads nearly like a mystery but readers
cannot miss the love story that reigns true through it all. Owen and Andras is
a couple I won’t soon forget.&lt;/div&gt;
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RATING: &lt;b&gt;5
Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This, of course, freaks me out because it means my baby girl's isn't far behind.  I don't know how these two very different young ladies remain such good friends - Jordan is all romance, Emma is all horror but like their mommas, they make a great pair and I am thankful for all that and more.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This week's read reminded me of Jordan, with it's fairy tale retold aspect - it's the kind of tale I think she'd enjoy....someday! However, here's a little something I think we can all enjoy right now....eye candy, Yes Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beast - Naughtily Ever After Book 3, Abigail Barnette, Resplendence Publishing, January 2012&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Accused of treason by his own father, Prince &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZolAV-S0qA/T0WsuS5QGXI/AAAAAAAAAuM/wHa5aovtg88/s1600/beast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 170px; height: 238px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712161613735270770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZolAV-S0qA/T0WsuS5QGXI/AAAAAAAAAuM/wHa5aovtg88/s320/beast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Philipe of Chevudon finds his flight to safety cut short by an arrow to the shoulder. There is only one person to whom he can turn for help, the only woman he ever loved, the only person he ever truly betrayed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the destruction of her home and family in a fire that left her horribly disfigured, Johanna has lived a life of hardship and pain. When her lost love comes to her, wounded and on the run from his father’s guard, she cannot turn him away. But she cannot forgive him either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a prince who was once a beast earn back the love he cast aside?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love the time honored classic of Beauty and the Beast? Even without dancing dishes and candelabras, every girl who ever read any version of the tale, found her little heart melted as the monster grew lovely in the eyes of one who learned to love him.  Now, cast aside preconceived notions of happily ever after and try a new version - a little less "pretty", a whole lot more gritty.  Abigail Barnette's version begins with a pretty royal maid Johanna in love with a pretty young prince Philipe and theirs is a fairy tale story of first love, sparking attraction, sexual chemistry.  The prince and his father leave right after their betrothal with a promise to return.  That's the last pretty part of the story.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolts occur, fire destroys the castle, most of Johanna's family is killed save her brother Wilhelm.  The castle and lands fall into ruins and the two siblings live in the shattered shell of Hazelhurn essentially like squatters or peasants. Fifteen years later, Prince Philipe lands upon their doorstep wounded and in need of aid and protection.  Heart hardened by the jilting of her former love, Johanna can barely tolerate his presence, much less provide for the healing care of the spoiled royal from the Southlands.  Scarred horribly from the fires after his leaving, she hides behind veils and walls of emotional pain.  Theirs is a reunion that the reader feels intensely, every tortuous moment of, until cracks occur and glimmers of the two young lovers who once were begin to appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johanna's hideous appearance becomes less noticeable as Prince Philipe begins to heal and realizes the gem that he lost due to his youthful imprudence.  Once he sets out to woo her, no simple gestures will do and his struggles to overcome her hostility, anger and sense of betrayal all while attempting to mount an army to overthrow his increasingly mentally unstable father are not romantic in the classic sense.  That being said, for all the pain and anguish the reader must endure along with the scarred beauty and her beautiful beast, theirs is a romance worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this fractured fairy tale a delish four chocolate dipped strawberries and a vow to return to this series - Naughtily Ever After to catch The Glass Slipper and Giant (books one and two).  Abigail Barnette, aka Jennifer Armintrout, keeps her slot on the must buy list for her fresh, sexy interpretations of classics and her ever growing collection of creative, sizzling new creations!  Check it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was given to us by Resplendence Publishing. Many thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855057065922302939-8389540847948468784?l=guiltyindulgencebookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Or as my husband would say, Happy day the greeting card and chocolate companies created. It doesn't really matter if you are a true romantic or a cheap curmudgeon you should take the time to tell those important people in your life that you love them, just so they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eldest child, Jordan, turns 15 tomorrow and I can't believe that she has been in our lives for that long. It seems like just yesterday that she was rubbing food in her hair and now it won't be much longer and she will be driving. (shudder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Jordan, I love you and I hope you have a fabulous 15th year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today is Valentines Day I wanted to do my review on a book that I read recently that I felt was a wonderful love story! KC Burn does a great job of bringing Kurt and Davy to life. Their story isn't easy, but life isn't easy and it's so worth the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3lyMUnq3pmU/TzFP9a83SyI/AAAAAAAAAdE/6KgPpMllu0w/s1600/12919441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3lyMUnq3pmU/TzFP9a83SyI/AAAAAAAAAdE/6KgPpMllu0w/s320/12919441.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706430119480347426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cop Out, K.C. Burn, Dreamspinner Press&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Detective Kurt O’Donnell is used to digging up other people’s secrets, but when he discovers his slain partner was married to another man, it shakes him. Determined to do the right thing, Kurt offers the mourning Davy his assistance. Helping Davy through his grief helps Kurt deal with the guilt that his partner didn’t trust him enough to tell him the truth, and somewhere along the way Davy stops being an obligation and becomes a friend, the closest friend Kurt has ever had. &lt;br /&gt;His growing attraction to Davy complicates matters, leaving Kurt struggling to reevaluate his sexuality. Then a sensual encounter neither man is ready for confuses them further. To be with Davy, Kurt must face the prospect of coming out, but his job and his relationship with his Catholic family are on the line. Can he risk destroying his life for the uncertain possibility of a relationship with a newly widowed man?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective Kurt O'Donnell loses his partner in an explosion while on the job, and then discovers that he didn't know his partner as well as he thought he did. Kurt is shocked to find out about Davy’s existence as Ben had keep their relationship a secret. Hurt that Ben didn't trust him with his secret, Kurt is determined to do the right thing and offers to help Davy through his grief. The two become friends and as their friendship grows, so does Kurt's attraction to Davy. When one night things turn sexual neither man handles it well. Kurt who has never been attracted to a man before has to decide what, if anything, he is going to do about his feelings. Then he has to hope it's not already too late for him and Davy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of those can't put down books for me. The character's and their emotions were so real that I had a hard time remembering I was reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me say that I wanted to punch Ben in the face, not for keep Davy a secret but for making him feel like he was worthless and cutting him off from everyone else in his life. I tried hard to feel sympathetic for him but I just couldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The transformation and growth that Davy goes through in this book has an almost cathartic feel to it. You couldn't help but want to help him find his way again. I also want to applaud the author for not going the insta-love route. Both character's were grieving in their own ways and it would have felt contrived if their relationship had happened over night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt's journey to self-awareness doesn't happen right away and his hesitation to admit his feelings rang very true for the character and the environment he comes from. I loved Kurt's family and appreciate an author that gives me well rounded interesting secondary characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are looking for a treat this Valentines day, I suggest you pick up &lt;strong&gt;Cop Out&lt;/strong&gt;, grab a glass of red wine and indulge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RATING: 5 Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries. 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I know it seems wrong to discuss intimate exposure when it 20 degrees outdoors but this little treat of a story will warm you up (at least on the inside).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Erotically delicious, &lt;b&gt;Intimate Exposure&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;by &lt;i&gt;Portia Da Costa&lt;/i&gt; is a short journey
into a woman’s first experience with BDSM. A pretty typical plot but a fun read
just the same. My only complaint is the limited romantic element that as a
reader, I crave.&lt;/div&gt;
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From their very first meeting, Red and Vicki seemed to have
a love/ hate relationship. Red, a shameless flirt, is actually a billionaire undercover
as a photographer taking survey photos to secretly investigate his newly acquired
business. &amp;nbsp;While in this disguise, he
becomes intrigued by Vicki, one of the assistants at the company, and thrives on
teasing Vicki. Confused by her own feelings towards Red, Vicki was abrupt and
rude towards him. The beginning of the story flowed smoothly with entertaining exchanges
between the two characters.&lt;/div&gt;
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First drawn to Vicki’s fiery personality and beauty, Red’s
interest only grows when he discovers the BDSM novel on her eReader. Now he is certain
he’s found a woman who shares his desires and promises to be a challenging
submissive.&amp;nbsp;And Vicki realizes that though his teasing infuriates her, she
also responds to it with desire for this man she barely knows. In fact, he
brings out her need to submit to her lover. &amp;nbsp;Plenty of inner-dialogue clearly establishes
Vicki as a newly blossoming submissive.&lt;/div&gt;
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An interlude in the company’s gym literally brings Vicki to
her knees as she gives into the promise of Red as her greatest desire, a
sexually dominant master like those in her favorite novels. So when a contest
lands them both at an exclusive resort for the weekend, Vicki agrees to a
no-strings-attached experiment in BDSM. The BDSM scenes are incredibly detailed
so that readers are absorbed into the emotion surrounding the experience. There
was heat, desire but there just didn’t seem like enough romance for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;RATING: 4 Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;A GUEST POST from CAMELIA MIRON SKIBA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Author of A WORLD APART&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Finding the perfect photos for a&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=5855057065922302939" name="_GoBack"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cover is as essential as writing the story. Some covers
catch my attention immediately, which leads to reading the blurb and before I
know it, the book is in my cart. But there are also covers that don't speak to
me and I'm guilty of not giving those books the slimmest chance.&lt;/div&gt;
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How do you know when you found the perfect
photo for your cover? For me it's simple: the photo speaks to me. It's
instinct, it's finally a face to a name.&amp;nbsp; It's that amazing hero(ine)
you've been writing about, but never seen his/her face. All of sudden you see
an image and there he/she is, staring at you and telling you, "Hello. It's
me you're looking for." That very moment your heartbeat picks up the beat,
butterflies dance in your belly... it's love at first sight. Nothing more.&lt;/div&gt;
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I picked "A World Apart" photos
loooooong time ago. I kept looking but always returned to them. The blond woman
is Cassandra Toma, my heroine. I wanted her to look vulnerable and this image
delivers exactly what I was looking for. The man looks as if&amp;nbsp; David Hunt,
the hero's story had been written for this particular image, and nothings else.
He's longing, regretful. They are not facing each other intentionally because
of the world apart standing between them. And that again is beautiful captured
in this set up.&lt;/div&gt;
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Dreamstime (the place I purchased the photos
from) has several other photos with these two models. I didn't purchase these
images (sorry for the water marks) since I'm not using them for the cover, but
thought I'll show them in different postures and settings. Later on when you'll
read the book, you'll find yourself visualizing them as if they are right next
to you, telling you an incredible love story.&lt;/div&gt;
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And here they are...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GK1zOw5hAfs/TzbDlFRacwI/AAAAAAAABBI/_oUglY8JyJw/s1600/cass+happy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GK1zOw5hAfs/TzbDlFRacwI/AAAAAAAABBI/_oUglY8JyJw/s320/cass+happy.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Cassandra being happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Trying to charm Cassandra, David looks like this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Cassandra being playful...&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px; text-align: justify;"&gt;He's mad at her, can you tell?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;
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A World Apart is a compelling story that takes the reader
into the struggles of two people trying to make life work during the hardships
of war and the hard reality that life isn’t always easy or clear-cut.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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Lieutenant Cassandra Toma is a complicated, strong-minded
doctor who has had a very tough life.&amp;nbsp;
Having grown up under the Communists regime in Romania she has seen her
countries people suffer and struggle to break free from tyranny.&amp;nbsp; Her father fled the country when she
has very young after being accused of treason.&amp;nbsp; The government came after her mother trying to force
information out of her and eventually violently took her away leaving Cassandra
to be forced into an orphanage.&amp;nbsp;
Her sole remaining family was her older brother, by 15 years,
Robert.&amp;nbsp; Robert is her world and
her hero.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The story begins
when she is older and is ordered by the military to be deployed to the Black
Sea to serve with the American’s at a hospital there that is a support hospital
to the war going on in Iraq.&amp;nbsp; At
first she is very reluctant about this deployment until she learns that her
brother has also been deployed to same location.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Overjoyed that he will be close by she chooses to
overlook her feelings that American’s are arrogant people trespassing in her
country and instead embraces the assignment, focusing on the fact that she
doesn’t have much longer to serve her military duty. &lt;/div&gt;
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Major David Hunt is a very proud and strong American doctor
who lives life by a strict code of honor.&amp;nbsp;
He is recently divorced to his commanding officer’s daughter and is a
recovering alcoholic.&amp;nbsp; He agrees to
take one last tour of duty as a favor to his former father-in-law before
retiring from the military.&amp;nbsp; The
Black Sea base is a strategic hospital for critical patients that are too
seriously injured to make it to hospitals further away.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Upon arriving in Romania, David realizes
that he has truly arrived in another world.&amp;nbsp; The culture and its people are “World’s Apart” from America.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He meets Cassandra on Valentines
Day and mistakes her brother for her husband, due to them sharing the same last
name and their tremendous affection for each other.&amp;nbsp; This begins the struggles between them.&amp;nbsp; Professionally their world is a
constant struggle to find common ground and a glimmer of happiness to hold on
to with the ugliness of war all around them.&amp;nbsp; Cassandra's rebellious nature and sassiness rival her excellent performance in the operating room while her charm and dimples leave David wanting more. &amp;nbsp;Emotionally their connection keeps growing despite David’s
best efforts to keep his distance, thinking she is married. &amp;nbsp;This seemingly forbidden bound between them grows but
perceptions about each other keep them apart until they reach a breaking point.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately the truth that Cassandra
is not married is a long time in coming and when it does come out the shock of
the news isn’t welcomed by either one of them.&amp;nbsp; David flees to Iraq but destiny takes a hand and brings them back together with a common goal - to find Cassandra's kidnapped brother. &amp;nbsp;The story really ramps up into full wartime reality.&amp;nbsp; David’s pride and shame over previous
events along with the fear of Cassandra being in the middle of wartime Iraq
provides further tension between them making for greater misconceptions in
their relationship.&amp;nbsp; They are both
very strong stubborn characters making for a complicated road for them to
navigate to find their way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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Although this book does have a happily ever after it seems
to fall more into the urban fantasy style of writing.&amp;nbsp; The romance between them is a fundamental undercurrent of
the entire story but they really aren’t a couple until the last chapter.&amp;nbsp; This story is more about the journey
and what life is like for two strong military doctors in a wartime
environment.&amp;nbsp; It takes a while to
get into the story and Ms. Skiba’s style of writing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; However, once you do it is hard to put the book
down.&amp;nbsp; Their struggles truly become
heart wrenching and it is hard to not want to keep reading to see if it will
all work out for them and the characters around them in the end.&amp;nbsp; This book paints a poignant picture of
what life is like in both Iraq and in the neighboring countries.&amp;nbsp; If you enjoy military pieces then this
book will not disappoint.&amp;nbsp; It is a
touching tale of what our military sacrifices each day and that even in wartime
love can overcome any obstacle even the stubborn honor of a stubborn couple.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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RATING: &amp;nbsp;I give this one four chocolate dipped strawberries.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Cough! Cough! This has been a miserable week. Both of my kids have been sick and out of school and for the first time in years I was sick enough myself to go to the doctor. Of course I went to leave for my appointment and couldn't find my keys. Had to call my mother to come get me. Fortunately I had people in my office looking and they were found in my box of shoes that I keep under my desk! In the disaster that was this week I missed a little thing our blog group was doing. We were suppose to write a few sentences about our favorite book "boyfriend". Since I didn't get to do it I'm gonna share mine now. My dream book boyfriend is Dimitri Kallinikos from the Accidental Demon Slayer series by Angie Fox. He's got short dark hair built like Greek god (hehehe!) It helps that he live on a Greek island by the beach. Need I say more? But if I can't have my Greek god then I am more than willing to take Gabe the Fireman from Bella Andre's book. In fact I'm not picky....I'll take any of the Sullivan brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't Help Falling in Love by Bella Andre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gabe Sullivan risks his life every day as a firefighter in San Francisco. But after learning a brutal lesson about professional boundaries, he knows better than to risk his heart to his fire victims ever again. Especially the brave mother and daughter he saved from a deadly apartment fire...and can't stop thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan Harris knows she owes the heroic firefighter everything for running into a burning building to save her and her seven-year-old daughter. Everything except her heart. Because after losing her navy pilot husband five years ago, she has vowed to never suffer through loving - and losing - a man with a dangerous job again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only, when Gabe and Megan meet again and uncontrollable flames of desire ignite between them, how can he possibly ignore her courage, determination, and beauty? And how can she deny not only his strong bond with her daughter…but the way his sweetly sensual kisses are challenging her to risk everything she’s been guarding for so long?&lt;br /&gt;This winter, if one - or both - of them aren’t careful, they just might end up falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I love this series so far. It reminds me of my beloved Chase Brothers series AND it involves FIREMAN! Why oh why can't I find me a fireman like these??? I have to say though that I never gave the hero complex a thought till this book. People expect fireman to save the day all the time but the thing is they are normal people too and not your knight in shining armour. Than again I never figured there was a don't date people you save rule either. LOL! My favorite part of this book was Gabe's interaction with Summer, Megan's daughter. I have to say that Summer is quite the match maker for a 7 year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this book 5 chocolate dipped strawberries and some of Summer's muffins.&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855057065922302939-981594751134520336?l=guiltyindulgencebookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
“The easiest explanation is the easiest to believe but not
necessarily the truth.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Such
a simple statement with so much truth to it and so much underlying
meaning.&amp;nbsp; At one time or another
most people can sympathize with this sentiment and with the emotions of the
characters in this beautifully written story by Bella Andre.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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Marcus is the oldest, 36 years old, of the Sullivan family.&amp;nbsp; Since his father’s death, when he was just
a child, he has assumed his father’s role and done everything he can to help his
mother and care for his seven siblings.&amp;nbsp;
After years of putting his family first and work constantly to make his
vineyard a success he finds himself alone.&amp;nbsp; His fiancé has made it clear that they are through because in
his long list of things to take care of she is always last.&amp;nbsp; He realizes that although he thought he
was in love with her he was more in love with the idea of her.&amp;nbsp; So he sets out to make up for lost time
– a night of crazy sex should do the trick.&lt;/div&gt;
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Nicola is a very young, famous Pop star in town to shoot of
video with Marcus’s sister Lori who is a choreographer.&amp;nbsp; She is constantly in every gossip
tabloid claiming that she is wild and a slut.&amp;nbsp; But is reality she is shy, always alone in her hotel room
and only manages to break out of her shell when she is singing.&amp;nbsp; She is tired of being alone and decides
that if she is going to have this reputation she might as well earn it so when
the walls of the empty hotel room start to feel like they are closing in on her
she quickly decides that maybe finding solace in a stranger’s arms for the
night is the answer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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From the moment Marcus and Nicola meet the sparks between
them are electric.&amp;nbsp; Nicola is an extremely
strong female character who respects herself and goes after what she wants
regardless of her underlying timid nature.&amp;nbsp; And although Marcus is also a very strong character their
ability to balance each other out makes for a very intriguing story.&amp;nbsp; This story is not at all predictable.&amp;nbsp; They both have to work through the issues
that brought them to be reckless and end up looking for a one-night stand.&amp;nbsp; But the reality is that neither one of
them really wanted a one-night stand.&amp;nbsp;
Given the age difference, Nicola’s fame and the fact that Marcus had
just recently got out of a relationship they were unable to admit that to
themselves or to acknowledge that more was possible until it was too late.&amp;nbsp; But Marcus has years of knowing how to
manage tuff situations and for once he has found someone worth putting first – worth
setting aside his family, his vineyard, everything.&amp;nbsp; A women who has the ability to give him back the life that
he lost when he had to put everything aside to fill his father’s shoes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
This story is beautifully written.&amp;nbsp; Ms. Andre does a masterful job grabbing the reader from the
first page. &amp;nbsp;And it is refreshing
to have such a strong woman character that isn’t afraid to say what she wants
for her life.&amp;nbsp; Her maturity more
that makes up for her youth and her youth helps Marcus regain some of what he
has lost.&amp;nbsp; In the end they are a
beautifully matched couple that leave the reader cheering that Marcus finally
got his happily ever after.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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RATING: &amp;nbsp;I give this one four chocolate dipped strawberries.&lt;/div&gt;
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Special thanks to Bella Andre for this wonderfully written
story.&amp;nbsp; Many thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855057065922302939-827037998885660451?l=guiltyindulgencebookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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