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Meatless Monday: Mushroom Rice Casserole

Mistress Anya — Mon, 17 Jun 2013 05:01:00 +0000

Today is the first of my Meatless Mondays. I will be sharing a vegetarian recipe every Monday, some will come from submissions and some are either mine or family inspired.

This Mushroom Rice Casserole is based on the one my Mimi made when I was little. I had to guess a little as she passed away when I was still very little, but helping her make this dish is a memory I will always treasure.

As some of you know, I’m actually a pescatarian (means I don’t eat beef, pork, foul, lamb, etc. The only “meat” I eat is seafood) for medical reasons but love the idea behind Meatless Monday.

If you would like to submit your recipe for posting, please email me @ anya.millar@gmail.com.

What are you having for dinner?

Meatless Monday is a non-profit public health initiative in association with the Johns Hopkins Bloomberg School of Public Health. Launched in 2003, the goal of Meatless Monday is to cut saturated fat intake, which in turn reduces the risk of chronic diseases such as diabetes, heart disease, stroke and cancer. Going meatless one day a week can also decrease our carbon footprint and save precious resources like fresh water and fossil fuel.

Interview w/ L.M. Preston, Author of THUNDERING LUV

Mistress Anya — Sun, 16 Jun 2013 07:05:00 +0000

Title: Thundering LUV
Author: L.M. Preston
Series: Summer LUV’n
Publisher: Phenomenal One Press
Release Date: May 7th 2013
Genre: YA, Contemporary, Romance
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Jewel has always been able to get the guy she wanted. The starting jock on the football team, the team captain on the basketball team, and the lead swimmer on the swim team. Problem is, she didn’t find them the least bit exciting. Was she cold or a she-wolf for guys? Colin thought so, and he’d do anything to bring her down a peg or two. When these two collide on the sandy beach during their mixed up summer vacation, sparks fly, making this a summer neither will forget.

Today we welcome L.M. Preston, author of Thundering LUV, a YA contemporary romance..

Where were you born and where do you call home?

I was born in Washington, DC and live in the Washington, DC metropolitan area.

What or who inspired you to write? And how long have you been writing?

I’d have to say Dave Campbell (an author I worked with) and my husband. I used to write when I was a teenager. However, all that stopped when I started college, got married, had kids and a job. When I was on a long drive with my family, my husband challenged me to start writing again about six years ago and I haven’t stopped yet.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?

I considered myself a writer, author, composer of the written word when my first book was published. For some reason I didn’t feel worthy to do so until then. Now I think much differently. You are a writer when you start to write.

What is the name of your most recent book and if you had to sum it up in 30 or less words, what would you say?

Thundering Luv, is a summer romance where neither person is quite the way they seem. Jewel Dupree is much more complex than she lets on, and Colin Davies opinion of her is totally off the mark. Yet, they find out the true depth of what summer love brings.

I love reading the warnings on the blurbs for many books. If you could write a warning label for yourself as a person or an author, what would it say?

Must have mandatory day off once a week or will go loco.

LOL
Have you based any of your characters on someone you know, or real events in your own life?

I’d have to say each of my characters have a tiny bit of resemblance to someone I knew, observed or from myself. I’m a people watcher and tend to tuck away moments that may add some spice to a story.

Do you have a specific writing style?

I’m rather structured. I come up with either a plot idea or a character. Then I outline it which usually takes me a month. After that I start writing a bit of it each day.

How did you come up with the title?

Since this is the 2nd book in the summer ‘Luv’ series, it had to end in Luv, but I knew this romance would be turbulent, so I figured I would key in on a scene in the book and name it Thundering Luv.

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

Yes, never take people at face value. Try to be sympathetic to the reason people are the way they are and understand that you never know a person until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes.

Do you have plans for a new book? Is this book part of a series?

I’m currently writing book 2 in my YA, Paranormal series, Purgatory Reign. Also, the third book in this summer ‘Luv’ short story series named Double Trouble Luv due out summer of 2014.

Sounds fun!
Who designed the cover of your book?

Emma Michaels designed it. I told her I wanted two people kissing in the rain. She delivered me a beautiful cover.

Oh, I love her covers and her books!
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Hawaii! I even based the scenes of my series, Bandits on my travels to Hawaii.

Do you prefer ebooks, paperbacks or hardcover?

I personally now prefer ebooks because they take up little space and I can get instant gratification when searching for and purchasing a book I want.

What can we expect from you in the future? ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?

Well I write in three different genre’s now, Young Adult, Romance, Scifi, Contemporary Romance and Middle Grade. I’m thinking of tackling New Adult and doing a serial novel, but we will see.

Thank you for stopping by and sharing both about yourself and the wonderful little excerpt below. And don’t forget happy readers, there’s a giveaway too!

“I mean, how does your mom do it? Most ladies can’t even find a guy to marry them – my mom is still ‘dating’ my dad and can’t get him to commit. But your mom,” Amy inhaled loudly, “she’s like…hum, like a husband whisperer or something,” Amy laughed.

Jewel lifted her shades to peek out at Amy, “So are you saying guys and dogs are the same?” she jumped up and plopped down on Amy’s butt to tickle Amy’s feet, “You calling my mom a dog trainer,” she giggled.

Whack! The volleyball hit Jewel on the forehead with such force, she fell backwards. Jewel’s foot hit’s Meg’s drink and red juice splattered all over her white bikini. Amy’s butt went upward to knock Jewel onto the hard deck. Falling back, Jewel’s head hit the wood floor knocking her shades off.

Jewel tried to catch her breath. Pain and anger became one as she blinked against the glare of the sun. Her eyes meet the dark brown ones of a laughing boy standing above her. A gorgeous guy, but who cared, he’d hit her so hard with his dumb ball, she was seeing stars.

“You! You! Stupid, don’t you know how to hit a ball?” Jewel struggled to get up, and pushed the boys tanned hand away from her. His unruly long black hair, dark eyes, and full lips cocked up in a smirk made her angrier.

“I’m trying to help you,” his baritone voice sounded like he was fighting against laughter, and he grasped her hand. His firm muscular shaped arm flexed as he bent to help her.

Jewel slapped it away, “I don’t want your help you ruined my bathing suit and,” she touched her forehead where a small lump was forming, “put a knot on my head!” She pushed at him and stood up, grabbing the volleyball off the ground. His yummy face taunted her when his eyebrow went up questioning her motive. Then she aimed the ball at his head and missed.

He ducked, “What was that for?” His laughing eyes turned stormy.

Waving her hand at him, she stepped forward. “Idiots that hit girls with their,” Jewel slipped back, and tried to get her balance, but the last thing she remembered was him smirking at her as her head hit the floor again.

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L.M. Preston was born in Washington, DC. She loved to create poetry and short-stories as a young girl. A Techie and Educator for over sixteen years, she started writing science fiction under the encouragement of her husband who was a Sci-Fi buff and her four kids. She has an obsessive desire to write and create stories of young people who overcome unbelievable odds.

She loves to write while on the porch watching her kids play or when she is traveling, which is another passion that encouraged her writing. In addition to being an author, she’s also a Moderator for Yalitchat.ning.org, 2012 Vice President of Mid Atlantic Book Association and 2012 co-chair for the Maryland Writer’s Conference.

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(eBook Tour) Interview with J.M. Kelley, Author of DADDY’S GIRL

Mistress Anya — Wed, 12 Jun 2013 06:01:00 +0000

Title: Daddy’s Girl
Author: J.M. Kelley
Publisher: Turquoise Morning Press
Release Date: January 28th 2013
Genre: Women’s Fiction, Romance
Length: 90,000 words / 258 pgs
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Sometimes, returning home isn’t about confronting your past; it’s about discovering your future.

Janie McGee, the black sheep of her family, is free-spirited, uninhibited, and never one to stay in the same place for too long. When Janie learns her father, Joe, is gravely ill, she reluctantly returns home to rural Pennsylvania to care for him.

Joe’s neighbor, David Harris, sports a pocket protector, collects coins, and is addicted to Antiques Roadshow. Everything about him rubs Janie the wrong way, from his nerdy wardrobe to his enviable friendship with Joe. And to make matters worse, her father thinks they’re perfect for each other, proof positive of how little Joe knows his own daughter…or so Janie thinks.

A shared devotion to the elder McGee begins to close the gulf between Janie and David, but a burgeoning romance opens the door to new problems and unexpected consequences neither could foresee. Joe, however, remains steadfast in his resolve to show Janie that Daddy knows what’s best for his little girl. Can Janie finally open her heart to David while watching the first man she ever truly loved fade away?

Today we welcome J.M. Kelley, author of Daddy’s Girl, a word of women’s fiction with strong romance elements.

Where were you born and where do you call home?

I was born in Central Pennsylvania, and lived there until 2010. It was then that I decided to pull up roots and move South to South Carolina. My family remains in Pennsylvania, so that will always be home, but I love living down here in the Upstate. Beaches and mountains are easy to access, and who can complain about mild winters and sunny, sunny summers?

What or who inspired you to write? And how long have you been writing?

I’ve always been a creative person. I was the kid playing the clarinet in band, painting, drawing, reading. Writing just makes sense. I loved to write in school, but once I grew up and joined the real world, I let the passion languish. It was after my father’s death that I returned to writing again. And thank goodness for that.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?

I still struggle with that, because I am hyper-critical of myself and my writing. I feel like I’m still a writer-in-process, still learning, and still looking to improve myself. Sometimes, maybe when I get a glowing review, I’ll have a moment of ‘Wow!’ to revel in the fun of it all. Then I’m back to nail-biting and neurosis.

What is the name of your most recent book and if you had to sum it up in 30 or less words, what would you say?

Daddy’s Girl is a story about coming home, literally and emotionally. No matter how far you stray off-course, you always have a place to go to start over.

I love reading the warnings on the blurbs for many books. If you could write a warning label for yourself as a person or an author, what would it say?

Caution: Contents Under Pressure. No Open Flames.

If you gave some of your characters an opportunity to speak for themselves, what would they say?

I think David would beg for a vacation on a deserted island so he could make sure he still has a firm grasp on his senses. With a girl like Janie McGee in his life, his blood pressure gets elevated rather easily.

What does your protagonist think about you? Would he or she want to hang out with you, the author?

I think Janie would find me quite weird, at first. But I would like to think she’d warm to me, eventually. Especially if I bought the first round at the local bar.

Which character speaks the loudest, to you? Do any of them clamour to be heard over the others?

I often find myself siding with the hero as I write. I’m always fascinated by the male mind and love the challenge in crafting a complex man. In Daddy’s Girl, though, it truly felt like a family to me. I loved them all and enjoyed writing the whole lot of them. Each person is endearing to me for his/her own special reason.

Do your characters try to make like bunnies and create ever more convoluted plots for you? Or do you have to coax them out of your characters?

I have both kinds of problems. Some days they throw so many plot angles at my head I could just scream. Other days, they sit there, refusing to cooperate with a word I say. Creating characters is like trying to raise toddlers, I think.

Have you based any of your characters on someone you know, or real events in your own life?

I always say there are aspects of people in my characters, but never are they truly based on any one person. That would be inviting grudges, wouldn’t it?

Do you have a specific writing style?

I can’t lay claim to any particular writing style. I think I am rather straight-forward in my words, though. Flowery description isn’t my cup of tea.

How did you come up with the title?

I fully admit there is no true art to this title. Janie is a Daddy’s Girl. Whether or not she realizes this, however…well, that’s just part of the story.

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

I think an important message in Daddy’s Girl is to treasure life and love. Our time here is so fleeting. Stay open to love, and most importantly, forgiveness.

Do you have plans for a new book? Is this book part of a series?

Daddy’s Girl is a stand-alone, but I do have a paranormal romance, Almost Magic, due out this June. I will also be releasing a fourth novel, She Let Herself Go, in early 2014.

How did you come up with the title and cover design?

The title is pretty self-explanatory, but holds a bit of irony. With such a title and themes, I wanted a cover that has a nostalgic feel…the idea of looking back at better, easier times in a person’s life.

Who designed the cover of your book?

Kim at Turquoise Morning Press is the artist, and I love her work.

Where do you see yourself in five (5) years?

It would be wonderful to be able to declare myself a full time writer by then. That is my ultimate goal.

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

The beach. I would love to live at ocean’s edge. It doesn’t have to be a fancy dwelling, so long as I could wander onto the beach at any moment. I feel so energized at the shore, and would be at total peace, having the waves to lull me to sleep at night.

Is there an Author that you would really like to meet?

Stephen King would be the ultimate run-in for me. I would freeze up, though, because I admire him so.

What books have most influenced your writing most and why?

Authors like Stephen King, Toni McGee Causey, Charlaine Harris, and Janet Evanovich are my writing influences, in terms of the voice in their stories. I love that conversational vibe in their works. It makes you feel you’re with an old friend.

Do you prefer ebooks, paperbacks or hardcover?

I can’t say I prefer any over the other. It depends on the story. I think, in terms of convenience, I use my Kindle for romances, anthologies, and novellas. I do like to have paperback, still, but e-readers are so portable and wonderful.

Are you a self published (Indie) Author or big trad published?

To date, I have worked with small presses that use the digital first model.

What can we expect from you in the future? ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?

I like to experiment a little, but I think I will always have a romantic core to the stories I write. Love will always be at the heart of it all, no matter the genre I tackle.

How do you market/promote your books?

I tend to do guerrilla marketing. I depend on word of mouth, friends, family, and one on one interaction. I leave business cards on coffee shop tables. I tell men fishing at my lake that their wives need to buy my books. Of course, I am always looking to branch out, and this virtual book tour is a first for me. A very exciting endeavor!

What do you think makes a book a really good/bestseller ?

I don’t think you can always narrow it down to something specific. Ultimately, I believe a book has to have a special spark. Attraction to a story is not much different from attraction to another person. Something about them draws you in. It can’t always be labeled, but it makes them shine.

Have you ever suffered from a "writer’s block"? What did you do to get past the "block"?

I often struggle with the block, but I try to purge that by writing something fresh. And sometimes, you just need to walk away for a bit. Rejuvenate, and come to it with vigor.

What was your favourite chapter (or part) to write and why?

One scene in particular was a fun conflict scene between Janie and David. It involved a snow shovel. I won’t go into detail, but it kind of cracked me up, imagining these two goofs going at each other over…snow.

What has been the toughest criticism you’ve been given as an author? What has been the best component?

I think, early on, it was a shock to the system to realize my first novel, one I’d worked forever on, was not finished, even though I was sure it was ready to shop. But, the criticism was correct, and resulted in a much better story. I’m glad I received it. I try to remain open to all commentary on my story so I can learn and improve.

What do you do to unwind and relax?

I am currently trying to learn to play electric guitar. I’m terrible and I’m not sure I’ll succeed, but it’s fun, and it relaxes me.

Have you ever read a book more than once?

Always. Most books, if they make it to my shelf, will definitely be re-read at least once.

Is there a particular movie that you preferred over the book version?

I actually like the High Fidelity movie more than the book, but that’s probably because, well…Cusack. Love him.

What book are you currently reading and in what format (ebook/ paperback/ hardcover)?

My zombie fetish has compelled me to buy World War Z. I am reading this in paperback, though I do own a Kindle. My reading is usually split 50/50 between physical books and e-books.

Are there any new Authors that have seized your interest and why?

Patti Callahan Henry and David Abrams. I was turned on to their books at my last South Carolina Writers Workshop. Patti was the keynote speaker, and a wonderful choice, and I am interested in delving into Southern fiction. David’s book Fobbit is a MASH-like story that I can’t wait to get into.

Is there anything you would change in your last book and why?

I would have loved to keep the story going. I love the characters, and miss them now. I hope they are happy.

Do you have any advice for other writers?

What is the best advice that you have ever been given when it comes to writing?

Do you write under a pen name?

I use my initials for a modicum of separation in my dueling writing/regular life.

What are your pet peeves?

People. I often have issues with people. I probably need to find myself a secluded cave somewhere.

Cats or dogs?

Dogs. I think cats and I would be constantly engaged in a battle of wits, and I’d probably be the loser most times.

White wine or red?

Red, red wine!

Coffee or tea?

Pepsi, Pepsi, Pepsi.

Favourite food?

Spaghetti and texas toast.

Vanilla or chocolate ice cream?

Chocolate.

What are 4 things you never leave home without?

iPhone, a book, my giant keychain full of discount cards, and an e-cigarette that is helping me through the quit-smoking challenge. I’ve made it two months without a real one. Never thought I’d make it that long.

Laptop or desktop for writing?

I am a laptop girl. The portability factor is fantastic. One of the parks near me, with a glorious lake to sit by, has wifi, so you know where I am on my days off.

Where and when do you prefer to do your writing?l

I seem to be more productive late at night. This doesn’t bode well for my day job, however, and I really wish I could kick writing butt during bankers’ hours.

If you were deserted on an island, who are 3 famous people you would want with you?

Tom Hanks, because he probably would be nice to hang around with, Joe Manganiello, because I need…companionship, and Harry Dean Stanton, because he is McGuyver, and he can save us. After I am finished with Joe, that is.

One of your favourite quotes -

Someday, I will have to frame this quote from Stephen King’s On Writing:

“You can approach the act of writing with nervousness, excitement, hopefulness, or even despair – the sense that you can never completely put on the page what’s in your mind and heart. You can come to the act with your fists clenched and your eyes narrowed, ready to kick ass and take down names…Come to it any way but lightly. Let me say it again: you must not come lightly to the blank page."</p>

List 3 of your all time favourite books?

The Stand, To Kill a Mockingbird, and 1984

List 3 of your all time favourite movies?

Grosse Point Blank, Twister, and The Perfect Storm

An actor you have a crush on -

Robert Downey Jr. is my ultimate crush. He gets more and more beautiful as he ages. And John Cusack is an oldie but a goodie in terms of me lusting after an actor.

What is a movie or TV show that you watched recently and really enjoyed?

I have been trying to keep up with Once Upon a Time, and I’m in love with Walking Dead. I watch True Blood when I can, and I’m usually stuck on the Weather Channel or the Discovery Channel. I miss Storm Chasers terribly.

“Need help?”

Janie turned around and grinned in spite of herself when David appeared from the living room. Her eyes lingered on the red sleeveless cardigan he wore over a crisp white work shirt. “Nice sweater vest,” she said. She held a crumpled bag out to him.

“Thanks,” he said, too brightly to have read the sarcasm in her words, Janie figured. She rolled her eyes and followed him out into the kitchen.

“So, what are you doing here?” She shed her coat and hung it over a chair.

David started unpacking the bags. “Antiques Roadshow. Didn’t your father tell you?”

Janie snorted. “Well, yeah, but I thought he was joking. You guys really sit around and watch that show?”

David stepped aside to grant Janie access when she reached for the boxes of cereal. “It’s intriguing.”

“Oh, yes.” The sarcasm was back. Janie carried her armload to the pantry. “I saw it once. They had an intriguing analysis of a step stool. I’ve never been so moved in all my life.”

“You mock what you do not understand.”

Laughing, Janie walked back to the kitchen table. “So what was the big item of the night?”

David scowled. “A pair of eyeglasses.” He paused. “They had reason to believe they could have belonged to Benjamin Franklin.”

Janie made an O shape with her mouth and fanned her hand at her face. “Be still my heart. I think you should get permission from the doctor before you subject my father to such drama. What’s he doing, anyway?”

Unfazed, David tossed a pear at her. “He’s asleep in his chair.”

“Shocker.” She pulled a bowl from the cabinet and placed the pears inside. “Oh, by the way? I’m mocking what I do understand.”

“Yeah, well, you have your shirt on backwards.” David grinned and folded his arms over his chest as Janie pulled the neck of her shirt out and peered at the tags.

“Crap,” she whispered.

J.M. will be awarding a gift basket of some of the author’s favourite things, including a $25 gift card from Amazon and a signed copy of the Foreign Affairs anthology from Turquoise Morning Press to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. (Remember to leave your email so you can be contacted if you win.)

Three years ago, native Pennsylvanian J.M. Kelley packed her bags and moved south. Now, the wannabe Carolina Girl can’t speak a single sentence without adding the word y’all at the end of it, and regards a blast of snow flurries as a doomsday-level event. When the day job allows, and when she can pull herself away from George Takei’s Facebook fanpage, she likes to go on writing jaunts to her favorite lake, or a local coffee shop with delicious shakes and questionable Wi-Fi connections.

J.M. Kelley is a proud recipient of a Carrie McCray Memorial Literary award, and is a member of The South Carolina Writers Workshop and Romance Writers of America (PAN).

Ridin’ Red (Once Upon a Dream) by Nikki Prince

Mistress Anya — Wed, 12 Jun 2013 05:01:00 +0000

Today I’ve got a hot little treat for you . . . The next instalment of the sizzling Once Upon a Time series from Nikki Prince, Ridin’ Red! I mean, werewolves, kink, and romance . . . what’s not to love?!
(and for a limited time, it’s on SALE at Evernight!)

Title: Ridin’ Red
Author: Nikki Prince
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Series: Once Upon A Dream, #3 (Naughty Fairy Tales)
Released: June 12th 2013
Heat: Level 4
Genre: Interracial, Erotic, Ménage, Romance
Length: 17,980 words
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A race against biological time.

Used to a life of luxury, Anastasia Trumane has had the silver spoon ripped from her mouth. And she couldn’t be happier. Hard work fills her with unexpected pride, opens a world of new beginnings and hopefully redemption for her. But when she sees her old Dom Lucien Wolf, past hurt surfaces. Anastasia’s not ready for her world to be this open.

Lucien Wolf is a dominant who gets what he wants. He’s found his mate in Bruno Hunter, but their bond isn’t complete. They both need Anastasia. Years ago Lucien unknowingly started the mating bond with Anastasia. An unbreakable bond. One that would hurt them all if not completed.

Will Doc Fairee be able to perform his magic once more to bring these three halves together to create one whole before it’s too late?

One woman, two wolves, a triad forged in kink.

Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), BDSM, m/m sex, rimming, anal sex, spanking

Who on earth could that possibly be?

“Just a second,” she called out.

What if something had happened to Dru? As much as Dru pissed her off, she didn’t want anything to happen to her. She hurried to the door, unlocked it and jerked it open. Her eyes widened, and she stood there with her mouth agape.

“Hello, Red.”

Still she couldn’t find her speech. Her fantasy come to life stood in the doorway. The pet name he’d given her flowed like honey off his tongue.

“Going to let me in?”

“No!” She proceeded to shut the door, and he stopped it with his booted foot.

“Come now, Red, let me in…”

“Leave, Luc. We have nothing to say to one another that hasn’t already been said.”

“Is that any way to treat an old friend?”

“Friends? Is that what we are?” Why does he have to look and smell so good? Why is he here?

“We were more than friends once, Red.” “

I seem to recall you’re the reason that ended. Now please, just go.” He didn’t budge, and she let out a sound of frustration. They’d be at this all night; he was as stubborn as hell. She held the door open. “Come in and say what you want, then go.”

“Thank you, Red.”

“Don’t thank me just yet. I may just fucking kick you in the balls as retribution.” He entered the suite, and she closed the door, turning to watch him warily.

“I’d more than deserve that.”

“Get to talking, Lucien.”

“Since our encounter at the club, you haven’t been far from my mind.”

She gave a small sniff. “The fuck you say.”

He held up his hand. “Please let me finish.”

She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, focusing her eyes on the lamp just behind his shoulder. Never him. If she looked at him, all would be lost. Just being this close to him had her heart racing. It was so loud she marveled that he couldn’t hear it.

“Finish, please. I was just about to read and turn in for the night.” Damn, she sounded so exciting.

“The Ana I knew didn’t turn in early.”

“You never really knew me, Lucien.”

“Fair enough. I want to remedy that. Let me get to know you.”

She brought her eyes to his quickly. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Lucien Wolf.” That was when she noticed he’d taken advantage of her not looking at him and was now only inches from her. She stepped back until she was forced against the door.

“You smell so good, Red.” He wasn’t touching her yet, his hands on either side of her head on the door. His lips inches from hers, his warmth emitting from him, the unique scent that was his wafted about, and she groaned. He put his nose to the pulse at her throat, and she whimpered.

“Stop…” It sounded weak even to her own ears.

“You just came, Red. I can smell it on you. Fuck, too bad I wasn’t here.”

Those words galvanized her into action, and she pushed against his chest. Of course, he was resistant and didn’t budge. The heat of his skin through his black t-shirt seared her. She drew her hands away and fast.

He grabbed one of her hands and placed it back on his chest over his heart and held it there all the while his ice-colored gaze held hers. He made her feel so small in comparison. At 6’6” he dwarfed her.

“I don’t have time for games, Lucien. Stop this. Whatever this is, you need to stop it.”

“Feel my heart, Ana, my sweet.” His heart beat strongly beneath her fingers, the cadence mesmerizing.

“Luc—” he cut her off.

“No, listen. It was a mistake to make you leave. I tried to stay away, but seeing you a few weeks ago just brought to light that I shouldn’t have ever let you go.”

“How did you find me?”

“Cinda told me where you were. I asked her, though it took a bit of cajoling. She didn’t understand how I even knew you.”

“I kept my time with you my secret. I didn’t share it with anyone, least of all Cinda. She and I, if you haven’t noticed, aren’t close. Though that little problem is mostly by my design and Drusilla’s,” she half-muttered to herself.

“Listen, Red, I know I don’t deserve to ask you this, but I want another chance.”

“I’m not the same person, Lucien. You said it yourself. There is no going back.”

“I’m not asking to go back, baby girl. I’m asking to go forward.” He cupped her cheek, and then stroked his fingertip along her earlobe. She shivered. It was his signature move with her and in the next moment his hands were at her throat. He used his thumbs to stroke up and down both sides of her neck as he held her. She bit her lip in reaction. The years slipped away, and she was a submissive to his master again. There was a time when she’d have done anything he asked. Had that changed? It was a question she didn’t know the answer to, least not yet. Part of her wanted to tell him to leave, to never come back. The other part of her wanted to hold on tight to him and never let him go.

“Luc, some things we are never meant to go back to.” All the while what ran through her head was not looking him in the eyes. There was something about his gaze that seemed to capture her soul.

Coming Soon:

Taming Dru

Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn’t appropriate.

Nikki’s a multi-published author with several epublishing houses. She loves to write Interracial Romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.

Nikki’s also a member of Romance Writer’s of America National chapter (http://www.rwa.org) and OCC/RWA local chapter (http://www.occrwa.org) and is a member of the board as Co-Programs Director. She is also a member of the online chapter Passionate Ink RWA.

Nikki would love to hear from you…

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{#BlogBarrage} THE LAST EXECUTION by Jerrie Alexander

Mistress Anya — Mon, 10 Jun 2013 05:20:00 +0000

Title: The Last Execution
Author: Jerrie Alexander
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Release Date: June 7th 2013
Genre: Contemporary, Romantic Suspense
Heat: Steamy
Length: 97,000 words
Source: CBLS
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To survive, she must put the past behind her. To love, she must learn to trust.

Homicide detective Leigh McBride’s first assignment with the FBI brings her face-to-face with a past she’s tried hard to forget. And when her temporary partner, a cynical ex-marine, lights a fire in her she thought long-extinguished, her darkest secret is threatened.

Scarred both physically and emotionally, Special Agent J. T. Noble is a man of few words. He prefers to keep people at a distance—until he meets Leigh. He’s attracted to her strength and drawn in by her secrecy. But in their line of work, secrets can be deadly.

When the killer they are hunting aims his vigilante justice at Leigh’s past assailant, the fine line between right and wrong blurs. To heal the past—and find their future together—Leigh and J. T. must learn that only through trust and forgiveness can love grow.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

J.T. opened one eye and stared into two small blue ones. There was a question coming. Like why he’d slept on the couch. Other than ‘go ask your mother,’ he had no clue what to say. He rolled off onto the floor to straighten out his bent, cramped torso. He groaned into a stretch. Ethan landed with a giggle.

“Easy,” J.T. pleaded. “Is your mom up?”

“No. Wanna play?”

“Not really.”

The kid jumped up and down a couple of times.

“Don’t bounce,” J.T. warned.

Ethan turned his head sideways as he studied J.T.’s face. Wide eyed, the boy pointed at the scar with his index finger. He wasn’t surprised. The kid was probably curious.

“How’d you get that?”

“A piece of shrapnel—” He paused and considered Ethan’s age. “I was in the war. A bomb went off and a piece of metal smacked me in the face.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore.” He marveled at the innocence in Ethan’s eyes.

“Can I touch it?”

“I guess so.” J.T. breathed in and waited. Ethan hesitated, leaning closer.

“I’m not supposed to talk about your scar.”

“Who said?”

“Mama.”

“It’s okay. I won’t tell.”

J.T. turned his head to the side. No one had outright asked to touch the constant reminder of a day when his best friend caught the worst of an IUD. Hell, people shied away from his right side. Except Leigh, she looked him square in the face. He lay still while Ethan poked a finger into the scar a couple of times. After a few seconds of investigation, the kid cupped the scar with his small hand and patted lightly. The oddest thing happened to his heart. It swelled inside his chest and then clenched.

“Mama said you were a brave soldier.”

Alien emotions swirled through J.T. and an unexplained urge to hug Ethan put a weird lump in J.T.’s throat. Unable to cope or understand, his mind raced for an idea, anything to end the moment.

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A student of creative writing in her youth, Jerrie set aside her passion when life presented her with a John Wayne husband, and two wonderful children. A career in logistics offered her the opportunity to travel to many beautiful locations in America, and she revisits them in her romantic suspense novels.

But the characters went with her, talked to her, and insisted she share their dark, sexy stories with others. She writes alpha males and kick-ass women who weave their way through death and fear to emerge stronger because of, and on occasion in spite of, their love for each other. She likes to torture people, make them suffer, and if they’re strong enough, they live happily ever after.

The author of THE GREEN-EYED DOLL, THE LAST EXECUTION, and her latest release, HELL or HIGH WATER, Book 1 in the Lost and Found, Inc. Series, Jerrie lives in Texas, loves sunshine, children’s laughter, sugar (human and granulated), and researching for her heroes and heroines.

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DEMON TEMPTED by Nikki Prince

Mistress Anya — Fri, 07 Jun 2013 05:27:00 +0000

Title: Demon Tempted
Author: Nikki Prince
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Series: Karmic Lust, #2
Release Date: Feb 4th 2013
Genre: Paranormal, Erotic, Interracial, Romance
Heat Level: 4
Length: 50,630 words
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Eva Jackson has had more than her share of lifetimes to play games with other people’s emotions. Now, demoted and devoid of her powers, she’s left with the feeling that there’s something more she’s missing.

Temptation was the one thing that always stood in the way.

Clay Quinones, her demon lover of old, is determined that Eva will walk the straight and narrow and learn the error of her ways. When danger looms, is it too late for these two star-crossed lovers to love one another again? Or will Eva’s past make it hard for a demon to be redeemed?

Be Warned: anal sex, m/m interaction

Demon Tempted is the story of Eva Jackson and Clay Quinones, star crossed lovers and demons. Clay is determined to win back his love and make her walk the “straight and narrow”. Ms. Prince’s writing truly shines in Demon Tempted! Her world building and characters are so engaging that you find yourself not willing to put the book down until well after the last words have faded.

There is so much going on in this story, but at no time is it overwhelming or confusing. I love the relationships, though the m/m one is painful to read—well, painful in that your heart goes out to one of the two demons. I so wanted to beat the other demon for his actions there, ugh! But Eav and Clay are perfect for each other, even if Eva doesn’t want to agree at first.

This is also one of the hottest reads I’ve read in a while, and while the sex is scorching, it is part of the plot, not instead of a plot. When past, present, and demonic intentions/plots collide, you are left with a delicious story, the need of a cold shower, and a satisfied reader. Can’t wait for more from this author!

WARNING: EXPLICIT

He positioned himself behind her and leaned in close, his face pressed to her ear. “Any time you call my name.” He nipped her earlobe. His words seemed incomplete to her, and she had to ask.

“Any time I call your name what?”

“It will bring me to you. We still have that connection.”

As he spoke, he’d placed his hands on the front buttons of her white shirt. Slowly he freed each one from its buttonhole until he spread her shirt wide. She was on display for him, and it thrilled her. Strong, capable hands undid the front clasp of her bra, and he pulled the cups away from her breasts.

Clay was right—there was a connection. There always had been, but she was determined to break it. To have him relinquish his hold on her one way or the other was her goal. But first … first she needed his touch.

The wet heat of his tongue made her whimper as he licked across her earlobe and then down to her neck. He grasped her breasts and tugged at the nipples in unison.

“Don’t stop the show, Eva.” His command ran through her head.

“You need to stop telling me what to do, Clay.”

Though she said this, she couldn’t stop even to prove him wrong. Her thighs were already coated in her juices, and more of it was spilling out in copious amounts as she thrust in two fingers and began to finger fuck herself.

“You have a full store out there, Eva. So are you going to be able to stop yourself from coming so hard that they hear every little sound you make?”

She sobbed and bit her lip. His words affected her in a way that she was sure he wanted. The thought of being the center of attention while coming was thrilling to her. He knew her every little secret.

“I want that, Clay, but not here…” she stuttered out, and swallowing, she tried to sound a bit more convincing, “not here.”

“Then I suggest when you start coming, you press your mouth to my arm and muffle the sound.” He kissed her hard and then nipped her bottom lip. “Now back to making yourself come for me.”

“This wasn’t for you,” she gasped out as the sensations originating from her hand radiated throughout her body. Liar, her body seemed to say.

“That’s my Eva, strong-willed and always ready for a fight even in the midst of a highly erotic situation.” He smacked his fingers against her clit, and she groaned. “Let me let you in on a little secret. This is always for me.”

She was too far gone to argue that point with him, and his smack just sent her into a hard orgasm. With a moan she pressed her mouth to his arm to try to stifle the sound of her coming. When her body finally stopped shaking, she shuddered and opened her eyes. Clay was still looking down at her with a smirk. She watched in awe as he brought his hand up from her pussy and licked his fingers clean.

“I’ve always adored how you taste, Eva.”

She tried to not let his words bring up the jealousies that she’d been holding on to forever. It was time to let those go, right? But the old adage of habits dying hard and all that jazz seriously did apply. She wanted to ask him why he had always seemed to be following after Lili if he adored and wanted her.

Jealousy. It had to stop, but how?

“Shut up and kiss me, Clay.”

He smirked more and leaned back in, kissing her deeply. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste her juices as their tongues dueled. Sometimes it was better to not talk. She knew that now.

Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn’t appropriate.

Nikki’s a multi-published author with several epublishing houses. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.

Nikki’s also a member of Romance Writer’s of America National chapter (http://www.rwa.org) and OCC/RWA local chapter (http://www.occrwa.org) and is a member of the board as Co-Programs Director. She is also a member of the online chapter Passionate Ink RWA.

IRISH COMFORT by Nikki Prince (FREE Read)

Mistress Anya — Mon, 03 Jun 2013 05:49:00 +0000

Title: Irish Comfort
Author: Nikki Prince
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Released: April 10th 2013
Heat: Level 2
Genre: Interracial, Erotic Romance
Length: 5,865 words
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Imani Parker has had it with just a friendship with Skylar Magee. Saint Patrick’s Day will either make them a couple or break them. She wants to show him that his place is with her and she is the only home he needs. She invites Skylar to dinner for Saint Patrick’s Day and plans to show him that they can be lucky in love.

“Boxty on the griddle, boxty on the pan; if you can’t make boxty, you’ll never get a man’.” –Irish Folktale

“Girl, do you even know how to make Irish food?”

Imani looked over at her sister Sonia and laughed. Sonia had the most skeptical look on her face. “Yes, Soni, I can make Irish food. Besides before Sky’s mother passed away she’d sent me her recipes for everything that I’ve made for him tonight.”

Sonia crossed her brown eyes and made a silly face at her, and Imani could not stop the laugh that escaped.

“Do you think I’d try to pretend I knew how to cook it? If I did that this whole plan could backfire.”

“What are you planning on making him?” Sonia took a deep breath. “Least it smells good in here, so I guess you do get what you’re doing.” She chuckled.

“I’m making bangers and mash, along with corn beef and cabbage and boxties.”

“Okay, I’ve heard of the first two, but what the heck are boxties?”

“Basically an Irish potato pancake.” She couldn’t stop the smile that spread over her face as she perused her sister.

“So tell me your plan again?” Sonia questioned.

“Basically, Soni, Skylar has been feeling homesick. I plan to show him some Southern California comfort via the Irish way.”

“Ah, so the whole ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ deal?”

“In a nutshell, yes, that’s exactly my plan. Sky hasn’t been himself lately and the closer we got to today, which is Saint Patrick’s Day, it’s gotten even worse. I want to show him that home is wherever he lays his head and that I can take care of him and give him what he needs. I want him to smile again.”

Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn’t appropriate.

Nikki’s a multi-published author with several epublishing houses. She loves to write Interracial Romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.

Nikki’s also a member of Romance Writer’s of America National chapter (http://www.rwa.org) and OCC/RWA local chapter (http://www.occrwa.org) and is a member of the board as Co-Programs Director. She is also a member of the online chapter Passionate Ink RWA.

Nikki would love to hear from you…

5 Drops Review: IN SEARCH OF A STORY by Andrew Grey

Mistress Anya — Fri, 31 May 2013 06:01:00 +0000

Good morning, everyone! Today is Release Day for the newest story from Andrew Grey!!! Below you will find a Review, an excerpt, and a story worth caring about. Don’t forget to leave Andrew some love (also known as comments, lol) below, and go grab yourself a copy!

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Title: In Search of a Story
Author: Andrew Grey
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: May 31st 2013
Genre: M/M, Contemporary, Romance
Length: 200 pages
Source: Author in exchange for honest review
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He’s searching for a story but finds so much more.

Brad Torrence is next on the chopping block at the newspaper where he works. Hungry for any source he can find, he runs across an ad in the classifieds: For Sale: Nursery Items, Never Used. It’s the lead he’s been looking for. Thinking a piece about the loss of a child will give him the edge he needs to keep his job, Brad follows up. He doesn’t expect a single man to answer.

Rather than being offended, Cory Wolfe finds sharing the story of his grief and pain liberating. He’s even surprised by the spark that strikes, and one story leads to another.

Brad digs into his stories and Cory’s life, eager to know everything about the man who’s caught his attention. But when a lead points him to the hospital where Cory works, he unearths a mystery that might have been safer left buried. Brad’s search for a story could prove deadly….

In Search of a Story is the powerful, moving, and sexy of Brad Torrence, a reporter hoping to save his job, and Cory Wolfe, a man grieving the loss of his child, a child he never even got to hold. When these two men meet, Brad is expecting to do a story on grieving mothers, what he found was a single gay man whose soon to be adopted son died before being born.

As the men get to know one another, their connection deepens and what began as a story becomes something we all hope for . . . love. But things aren’t all happiness and light. Cory is a Dr, meaning he often has to leave leaving poor Brad hanging (yes, when the pager goes off, the Dr runs out the door, no matter what was going on before, lol).

The writing was, well, it’s Andrew Grey so it caught me from the very beginning. The characters, and not just he MCs, were well developed and endearing (yes, even the nasty ones were needed). The situations, sadly, were all to real, but passionately shared. Whether it was sex (OMG *sigh*) or loss and tears, Andrew truly out did himself with In Search of a Story.

This was a story that touched me deeply and I know will touch many others that have suffered the loss of a child. I hope it opens the eyes of those that are close to those that suffer loss as well, because as stated in the story, they often just don’t get it and accidentally end up being callus or unsupportive.

Oh, and the ending. . . Let’s just say it’s a Must Read! for any who love romance, men loving men, passion, and the family we make for ourselves.

The man on his doorstep was as young as he’d sounded on the phone, with deer-in-the-headlights eyes and a nervous smile. “Hello, I’m Brad Torrence from the Crier,” he said and extended his hand. The kid looked a bit like an excited puppy.

“Cory Wolfe,” he said, and they shook hands. Cory stepped back so Brad could enter and then closed the door. He motioned toward the living room. He waited for Brad to take a seat and then he sat in his favorite leather chair.

“This is a great room,” Brad said with a touch of awe in his voice. Then he sat and waited. Cory got the impression he was waiting for something.

“You wanted to ask me some questions? I’m a little unsure why you’d want to interview me,” Cory said. “But I’ll try to help.”

“I probably should have been more clear: I was hoping to interview both you and your wife.”

Cory smiled. “Nope. It’s just me. No wife.” That simple statement sent a stab through his stomach.

“I’m so sorry,” Brad said.

“Wait, let’s back up. There’s never been a wife. I think we have a misunderstanding of some kind. I’m not married and never have been,” Cory clarified. Brad became jittery, and for a second Cory thought he might hyperventilate.

“But the ad…,” Brad said.

“Yes. Like I said, I never had a wife, but I was getting ready to have a baby,” Cory said. “I had a partner a few years ago, but he wasn’t interested in children, though I was. That and, well, other things, doomed the relationship….”

Brad smiled and opened the notebook he’d brought, appearing distinctly more relaxed.

“Aren’t you supposed to ask me questions?” Cory asked.

“I can,” Brad said. “Your ad caught my attention, and I thought there was a story behind it. I’ll admit that I was expecting to do a story about mothers recovering from grief after the loss of a child. My mother lost three babies after me.”

Cory nodded thoughtfully and then stood up. “Come on,” he said, and Brad stood up. Cory led him up the stairs, and at the small landing, he opened the door and turned on the light. He hated entering this room now. Brad stepped inside, but Cory remained in the hallway, physically unable to enter. “This was to be Adam’s room. I picked out the furniture, painted the walls. I spent days picking out just the right color blue. Then I asked a friend to paint the teddy bears on the walls, and we even added stars to the ceiling.” Cory didn’t look up. Unable to take any more, Cory stepped away from the door and waited for Brad to come out of the room. Then Cory turned off the bedroom light and closed the door. Without saying anything more, Cory led the way down the stairs and back to the living room, where he once again sat in his chair.

“Mothers aren’t the only ones to feel grief,” Cory said flatly.

Brad nodded slowly. “What happened?” he whispered.

Cory wasn’t sure why he opened up, but he did. “About a year ago, I found out my best friend, Eileen, was pregnant. She wasn’t married and was barely able to take care of herself. Eileen was wonderful, but there wasn’t a maternal bone in her body. She’d decided that she wanted to put the baby up for adoption, and I asked if I could adopt the child.” Cory’s voice broke, and he yanked a tissue from the box on the lower shelf of the end table. He never thought he’d keep tissues in various rooms of his house, but for months now he’d needed them. “Eileen was thrilled. She would still get to be a part of her baby’s life, and that was all she wanted.”

“You said his name was Adam?” Brad prompted.

“After we found out she was having a boy, I came up with the name, and Eileen liked it, so we started referring to him as Adam. I bought the nursery things and fixed up the room upstairs. Everything was ready.” Cory paused and blew out his breath. He needed to get himself under control. What he wasn’t prepared for was Brad to reach over and touch his hand. Cory hadn’t been touched in quite a while, and he liked it. The gesture was probably a breach of journalistic integrity and objectivity or something like that, but it was what he desperately needed.

“Please, take your time,” Brad told him. “I’ll listen.” Cory thought he might have seen tears in Brad’s eyes, but it was hard to tell through his own.

“Eileen was about eight months pregnant, and she was at home. I hadn’t heard from her that day, so I stopped by after work. I found her on her kitchen floor, where she’d fallen.” Cory figured he might as well finish the story and get it over with. “The autopsy showed that she had a blood vessel burst in her brain. It was probably a defect she’d had since birth, and it burst. They said she died pretty quickly.”

Brad had taken notes throughout his story, and Cory waited for him to finish. “Did you get any help? With the grief, I mean.”

Cory shrugged. “Some. I actually found a group for people who lost children in Harrisburg—eleven women and me. The thing was, at the time I didn’t consider my grief as bad as theirs. I wasn’t the one who’d carried the child, but….”

“You still lost a child just the same,” Brad said.

Cory nodded. He does understand.

ANDREW GREY grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.

Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing). He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

{Release Day Blitz} BREATHE ME by Alexia Purdy

Mistress Anya — Fri, 31 May 2013 05:01:00 +0000

Title: Breathe Me
Author: Alexia Purdy
Publisher: Lyrical Lit. Press
Release Date: May 31st 2013
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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Sometimes the one who broke your heart, needs the most saving.

Piper Sandervale never thought she’d see Sasha Koval ever again. Not since he took her heart, ripped it out and obliterated it from existence. Now, six years have passed and she has run into him once more at the local fairgrounds in Las Vegas. He desperately wants another chance, and he’d do anything to get her back. She’s willing to give him a taste of his own medicine, if this is her chance for payback. But, will she find herself way in over her head?

Something has changed with Sasha and Piper struggles to justify the worth of past hurts to continue her quest for atonement.

Who needs saving now?

“I have tickets for a comedy show. How about it?” He reached out, gripping my hand again. Glancing down at his fingers as they laced through mine, a soft flutter in my chest made me forget to breathe momentarily. He still had it, his paralyzing charm, I mean.

“Um, yeah. Sounds great.” I forced a smile as I sucked in a breath. I hoped and prayed I wasn’t making a mistake. I had to remember to be the first to run this time.

Yep, I’ll reel him in and then run out the door so fast, he won’t even know what hit him.

So my plan to break his heart was in motion as he softly tugged at my hand, pulling me towards the front doors of the Bellagio. Making it to the sidewalk, he led me to the Taxi line and hailed one. I was curious where he was taking me to, but my mouth was dry as a desert, which tasted of lemon cherry sorbet. My self-doubt was already creeping into my mind before I’d even had a chance to douse it.

“You alright?”

His voice pulled me back to the present as we slipped into the back of the Taxi cab. He scooted in after me and instructed to the cabbie our destination. Hugging my arms in the cold of the AC blasting from the vents, Sasha slipped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer. Frozen, I wasn’t sure what to do. Relax, relax, I kept telling myself. The entire plan would be ruined if I didn’t loosen up. He might even see through my ruse if I wasn’t careful.

That wasn’t something I could afford to let happen.

Alexia currently lives in Las Vegas, Nevada–Sin City! She loves to spend every free moment writing or playing with her four rambunctious kids. Writing has always been her dream and she has been writing ever since she can remember. She loves writing paranormal fantasy and poetry and devours books daily. Alexia also enjoys watching movies, dancing, singing loudly in the car and Italian food.

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