<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707230369356236436</id><updated>2024-10-24T14:31:28.135-06:00</updated><category term="Bare it All"/><category term="Erotic Short"/><category term="Ronna Gage"/><category term="dancers"/><category term="detail"/><category term="editing"/><category term="old lovers reunited"/><category term="steps"/><category term="story"/><category term="writing"/><title type='text'>Ronna Gage Erotic Author</title><subtitle type='html'>Romance so hot you&#39;ll cream your panties!&#xa;&#xa;Promoting my latest works, and archiving my most recent works.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ronna Gage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580580978491139044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNc_dS0dnhgLzlnHjKxz_NwmwjNJp1NOsDELWJvShUDp8VYdQfFysHCRmPRLTpaVEpcfT2uhPtqIF3xCAw_AYGtbA2teD9hZaNLS27nVmYPw5304uYMNc6CT5IPXEQA/s220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><blogger:adultContent>true</blogger:adultContent><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707230369356236436.post-7764191077406159783</id><published>2016-04-22T15:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2016-04-22T15:15:38.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronna Gage Vampire Chronicles Coming To America Book 2 </title><content type='html'></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/feeds/7764191077406159783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2016/04/ronna-gage-vampire-chronicles-coming-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/7764191077406159783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/7764191077406159783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2016/04/ronna-gage-vampire-chronicles-coming-to.html' title='Ronna Gage Vampire Chronicles Coming To America Book 2 '/><author><name>Ronna Gage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580580978491139044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNc_dS0dnhgLzlnHjKxz_NwmwjNJp1NOsDELWJvShUDp8VYdQfFysHCRmPRLTpaVEpcfT2uhPtqIF3xCAw_AYGtbA2teD9hZaNLS27nVmYPw5304uYMNc6CT5IPXEQA/s220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707230369356236436.post-4503927838633609254</id><published>2011-02-24T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T17:26:02.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise Mine is now in Paperback</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNAJr9bjJLBtwmzjykBII4xXL_077J8WVWCtnF4jooekkem8hD1PvXrqn_ZYk1Pj7RT3U4yuLqHtEPuwkrwg1YCRdqBD7H5QpCAGx-arJt26go4RG6S2Thn_fNBX40DdLNXK3Iamt4OCcM/s1600/rg-pm3.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; l6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNAJr9bjJLBtwmzjykBII4xXL_077J8WVWCtnF4jooekkem8hD1PvXrqn_ZYk1Pj7RT3U4yuLqHtEPuwkrwg1YCRdqBD7H5QpCAGx-arJt26go4RG6S2Thn_fNBX40DdLNXK3Iamt4OCcM/s1600/rg-pm3.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Paradise Mine&lt;br /&gt;
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Author Ronna Gage&lt;br /&gt;
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ISBN 1-61034-068-X&lt;br /&gt;
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Siren Classic&lt;br /&gt;
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Categories: Erotic Romance, Contemporary&lt;br /&gt;
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Heat Level: SCORCHING&lt;br /&gt;
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Published By: Siren-Bookstrand, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;
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Buy Link http://www.bookstrand.com/paradise-mine&lt;br /&gt;
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Rae Anne Jamison and Landy Laurent have the kind of love most people envy--that is, except for Rae Anne&#39;s father, a high-powered political figure in Texas. But she and Landy ignore her father’s complaints and focus on their upcoming wedding, planning it for when Landy returns from the newly declared Operation Desert Shield.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lonely and depressed without him, Rae Anne clings to a preplanned vacation in tropical paradise with him in a year, but when she receives word that he is missing in action and presumed dead, all hope is shattered.&lt;br /&gt;
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After a few years, she gives up on finding an everlasting love and the life she had planned, and retreats to the open sea. On her sabbatical, she comes face to face with the love of her heart, who returns with less than a little happiness to see her. His eyes shine with anger, and the evidence of a festering wound he&#39;s desperately trying to hide is covered by the walls around his heart. If love endures all things, will time really heal all their wounds?&lt;br /&gt;
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STORY EXCERPT&lt;br /&gt;
Crash!&lt;br /&gt;
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Boom!&lt;br /&gt;
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Bang!&lt;br /&gt;
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Rae Anne jerked to a sitting position. Several loud noises rousted her out of a deep sleep. “What the hell?” She sat in bed and listened for another sound, or crash to reach her ears. “God, please help me.”&lt;br /&gt;
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It’s at times like these I wish I had a dog, a gun, or even a bat. Amos assured her this afternoon that no one would bother her if she stayed on the yacht alone this evening.&lt;br /&gt;
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Footsteps creaked above her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Frantically, she stumbled out of bed and searched the room for a weapon, anything of use to protect herself. Thankfully, the light from the dock provided sufficient lighting inside the stateroom for her to get around without tripping and stumbling in the unfamiliar surroundings. &lt;br /&gt;
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She found the mop she used to clean up the shower leak. That’s another thing I have to deal with before we leave tomorrow. She grabbed the mop up by the handle and brought it closer to her body. Testing the weight, she let it out a few inches from her person. “It has some heaviness, but what else?” &lt;br /&gt;
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The second scan of the room revealed the emergency kit. She ran to the cabinet, retrieved the box from the storage compartment, and opened it. Inside, she found six flares and a gun. “What are you going to do with these Rae Anne?” She lifted the flare gun and loaded it with a single flare. “Knock him over the head with the mop handle, and then shoot him in the ass with the flares?” She rolled her eyes at the ridiculous notion. Heavy footsteps crept above her. “This isn’t a moment to take lightly. You’re under invasion and right now anything will do to get you out of here alive.” Where the heck is that captain when you need him? “Men!”&lt;br /&gt;
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The footsteps on the upper deck stopped. She almost willed her gaze to penetrate the ceiling to locate him.Where is he? Quiet and slow in her escape from the stateroom, Rae Anne hugged the wall in the shadows. I wish I had someone. The soft cotton of her pajamas warmed her against the chill she felt. To fight my battles with a clear head. Rae Anne rounded the corner, a man sat at the helm. What is he going to do, take my boat? Adrenaline surged in her, a result of the instinct to protect herself and the boat. She raised the heavy mop handle high as she could. At a moment like this, I wished Landy were here. In one swift move she hit the intruder on the head.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Motherfu—” &lt;br /&gt;
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He fell out of the chair and landed on the floor on his side clutching his head. She turned on the desk lamp. The trespasser rolled over, and Rae Anne stumbled back screaming—too stupefied to move. She stood by the desk, gawking at what could only be a hallucination. After all, she did wish Landy was there to protect her.&lt;br /&gt;
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“What the fuck?” The throbbing pain in his head had nothing to do with inebriation, but a good hit by a strong force. Thank God the screaming stopped. He concentrated on his surroundings. Heavy breathing came from near the desk, where just a few seconds ago he had looked over the itinerary for the next two days. Who in hell would hit me over the head? “Listen, I’m going to lift my arms up very slowly, I need to know one thing. Are you armed?” Landy raised his hands at a snail’s pace as he said he’d do. Any sudden moves could get his head bashed in. “What did you hit me with?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Landy, is that you or are─are you a ghost?”</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/feeds/4503927838633609254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2011/02/paradise-mine-is-now-in-paperback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/4503927838633609254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/4503927838633609254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2011/02/paradise-mine-is-now-in-paperback.html' title='Paradise Mine is now in Paperback'/><author><name>Ronna Gage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580580978491139044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNc_dS0dnhgLzlnHjKxz_NwmwjNJp1NOsDELWJvShUDp8VYdQfFysHCRmPRLTpaVEpcfT2uhPtqIF3xCAw_AYGtbA2teD9hZaNLS27nVmYPw5304uYMNc6CT5IPXEQA/s220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNAJr9bjJLBtwmzjykBII4xXL_077J8WVWCtnF4jooekkem8hD1PvXrqn_ZYk1Pj7RT3U4yuLqHtEPuwkrwg1YCRdqBD7H5QpCAGx-arJt26go4RG6S2Thn_fNBX40DdLNXK3Iamt4OCcM/s72-c/rg-pm3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707230369356236436.post-8417634164923989489</id><published>2010-12-02T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T08:04:52.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rona Gage Dedicates Holiday Themes to Her Fans</title><content type='html'>I want to thank each and every one of you who have stood behind me in my dream. Although the building is slow, we as a fan base are growing. Your continued support is greatly appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;
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As a thank you, I have dedicated my two holiday themed stories to you, my fans. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Thanksgiving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can be purchased at:&lt;br /&gt;
Barnes and Noble&lt;br /&gt;
Amazon&lt;br /&gt;
Romance Divine&lt;br /&gt;
and other fine online book stores.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the Christmas Spirit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is available at:&lt;br /&gt;
SilverPublishing.info&lt;br /&gt;
All Romance Ebooks&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope you have a happy and blessed Holiday Season. &lt;br /&gt;
Merry Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;
Ronna Gage</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/feeds/8417634164923989489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2010/12/rona-gage-dedicates-holiday-themes-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/8417634164923989489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/8417634164923989489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2010/12/rona-gage-dedicates-holiday-themes-to.html' title='Rona Gage Dedicates Holiday Themes to Her Fans'/><author><name>Ronna Gage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580580978491139044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNc_dS0dnhgLzlnHjKxz_NwmwjNJp1NOsDELWJvShUDp8VYdQfFysHCRmPRLTpaVEpcfT2uhPtqIF3xCAw_AYGtbA2teD9hZaNLS27nVmYPw5304uYMNc6CT5IPXEQA/s220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707230369356236436.post-5315064638569238094</id><published>2010-11-04T07:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T07:49:05.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 HOLIDAY RELEASES BY RONNA GAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisYUOjMmxWPfJ4NcdISpPIuhqpwEqW-Dj_DBhBVk06AwNLhe6cu1fq613pBzHNBtKi6TbgWpCZtI0A9J-pyAEZItEwzzgKuxP7vvDllo3CbzI2_NI9vb__rTBbwMUfWr8sIyBPcPi20SHB/s1600/Book+Cover.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; px=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisYUOjMmxWPfJ4NcdISpPIuhqpwEqW-Dj_DBhBVk06AwNLhe6cu1fq613pBzHNBtKi6TbgWpCZtI0A9J-pyAEZItEwzzgKuxP7vvDllo3CbzI2_NI9vb__rTBbwMUfWr8sIyBPcPi20SHB/s320/Book+Cover.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Available Now from Romance Divine Publishing&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Firs&lt;em&gt;t Thanksgiving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, is a tale of a holiday memory shared by Gino and Valerie Collini, fifteen years after their holiday.&amp;nbsp; After a day of &#39;experimenting&#39; they find themselves in a predicament that eventually changes their lives. Get yours today at the publisher&#39;s website or &lt;br /&gt;
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Trapezium Books&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope you will enjoy this laugh out loud funny tale,&lt;br /&gt;
Writing with meaning, &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;IN THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;Liquid Silver Publishing has contracted&amp;nbsp;this holiday novella. &amp;nbsp;In the Christmas Spirit. is due out between December 1-25. Right now it is attentively set for December 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.shelfari.com/ronnag&quot;&gt;http://www.shelfari.com/ronnag&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/feeds/527989546263266063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2010/09/finding-ronna-on-web.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/527989546263266063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/527989546263266063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2010/09/finding-ronna-on-web.html' title='Finding Ronna on The Web'/><author><name>Ronna Gage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580580978491139044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNc_dS0dnhgLzlnHjKxz_NwmwjNJp1NOsDELWJvShUDp8VYdQfFysHCRmPRLTpaVEpcfT2uhPtqIF3xCAw_AYGtbA2teD9hZaNLS27nVmYPw5304uYMNc6CT5IPXEQA/s220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707230369356236436.post-6054718748893870492</id><published>2010-09-11T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T11:09:47.052-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bare it All"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dancers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Erotic Short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="old lovers reunited"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ronna Gage"/><title type='text'>Bare It All by Ronna Gage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbs8eDXh243BEjEfkkkFzCz0TqBHlmuAd0My2q1fHGwEihXOpKoCxA0ossg3iGPqbal0cUuxjvgvT5TzH5b-dAu-TqqUS2jdicYFgj7DMM3kbl7iYJ8z-7r3KpRCYmduynuSs0901OFvwu/s1600/Bare+It+All_doc.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; ox=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbs8eDXh243BEjEfkkkFzCz0TqBHlmuAd0My2q1fHGwEihXOpKoCxA0ossg3iGPqbal0cUuxjvgvT5TzH5b-dAu-TqqUS2jdicYFgj7DMM3kbl7iYJ8z-7r3KpRCYmduynuSs0901OFvwu/s200/Bare+It+All_doc.jpg&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Title: Bare It All &lt;br /&gt;
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ISBN: 978-1-934446-93-5 &lt;br /&gt;
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Author: Ronna Gage&lt;br /&gt;
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Format: E-book&lt;br /&gt;
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Genre: Romance&lt;br /&gt;
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Category: Romance Erotic &lt;br /&gt;
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Price: E-Book: $3.99&lt;br /&gt;
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Kieri wanted to take a walk on the wild side and friend Daniela was happy to oblige. Daniela suggested the Bare It All, a club where anything goes. But Kieri hadn&#39;t anticipated running into her first love...Grant! Could this be the time and place? And could Grant be the one? What will it take to get Kieri to…&lt;em&gt;Bare It All&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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The music stopped, the gyrating couples walked to the crowded lines around the dance floor. Then, in a moment only a movie director could imagine, the exiting dancers revealed a lone man standing in the center. Kieri gasped in surprise. Grant strolled toward her with the same confident grin she remembered. Her stomach flip-flopped. His blonde hair had darkened to brown over the years. Brown eyes looked at her with affection. &lt;br /&gt;
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“Hello, Kieri. Long time no see,” he greeted. His sensual voice boosted her pulse. &lt;br /&gt;
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Her eyes took him in as her gaze roamed over his body. The white oxford shirt hung open revealing a chest of muscles and hair. That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Tight black jeans hung low on his hips. His transformation to the man that stood before her now, from the boy she dreamed of often over the years and loved with a girl’s heart took her breath away. &lt;br /&gt;
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“Hello, Grant. You look great.” &lt;br /&gt;
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“So do you.” He bent down and kissed her cheek. “Would your grandmother approve of such a display of affection?” &lt;br /&gt;
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Her insides churned with welled-up desires. “You know, she would have issues with it.” &lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, a slow, dramatic, tempo blared from the speakers. “I think they’re playing our song,” The smoke dissipated from around them, his hands reached for her. “You still dance?” &lt;br /&gt;
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Walk away! A voice inside warned. He’ll break your heart again. She pushed the inner voice aside. She and Grant at one time danced together as competition partners for their dance company. “Yes. Every day.”&lt;br /&gt;
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He nodded once, a cocky little nod that moistened her panties again. “Good, shall we?” &lt;br /&gt;
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She let him lead her to the dance floor. He pulled her close to his naked chest. The hard muscles captivated her. The smells of salty sweat and sweetened spice filled her tummy with a powerful craving to taste him. His bared flesh shuddered under her hand at her touch and his brown hair tickled her arm. She tensed when he wrapped his free arm around her.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Relax…” he whispered, “let the music guide you in ways you’ve never imagined.” &lt;br /&gt;
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She exhaled, easing the nervousness building inside her as she yielded to the magic of his nearness, and let him direct her in their sultry dance. “Ballroom, ballet, and country dances are one thing, but this kind of dancing is something…different.” &lt;br /&gt;
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“Just think of it as a sexy rumba or Latin number. Think sensual…teasing…belly grinding, belly dancing.” &lt;br /&gt;
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“Latin dances with sexual overtures are done to gain the audience’s attention,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grant’s hands skimmed her back, her sheer over shirt yielding little barrier to the hot touch of his fingers on her near exposed back. He positioned himself behind her now, swaying his hips against her bottom, rocking her hips into a torturous level of awareness almost too sweet to endure. “Look around, I think we have their attention.” &lt;br /&gt;
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Kieri saw the crowd of people point and whisper while they watched her and Grant sway to the rhythmic music. Goose bumps dotted her skin. They enjoy the number. “Just like old times.” &lt;br /&gt;
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He laughed. “I hope not. This isn’t exactly tame.”&lt;br /&gt;
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She let him bend her forward, his bulging manhood cradled between her legs. When he lifted her up, she thrust her hips forward. “I’ve been watching you since you came into this room,” he whispered in her ear. She moaned. “It’s been too long,” he added, his hand resting under her breasts. He guided her in a quick step and spun her around in a complete circle. She landed in his grasp, leaning against his back, her legs entwined between his. The heat of his breath tickled her ear. &lt;br /&gt;
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“I’ve dreamt of dancing with you again for so long now,” she confessed softly. His thumb grazed her breast and she almost came in her panties. &lt;br /&gt;
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“I’ve had the same dreams.” He turned her around to face him. “What brings you here tonight?”&lt;br /&gt;
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She opened her mouth to speak, but the soft touch of his thumb on her earlobe, and his palm on her jaw line almost undid her. Taking a deep breath to fight the urge to hump him on the dance floor, she answered. “Investigating rumors. And you?” &lt;br /&gt;
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His brown eyes danced with mischief. “I’m here to fulfill a fantasy.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Oh?” her eyebrow lifted. “What fantasy is that?” she asked in complete rapture of what made this man tick. Her attraction for him grew. While small glimpses of the young man peeped through, the way he danced was a big change. His handsomeness made him better looking than she remembered. The soft gentle light in his eyes awakened her young girl’s fantasies. &lt;br /&gt;
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“Investigating curious women.”&lt;br /&gt;
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MYSTIC JOURNEY &lt;br /&gt;
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RONNA GAGE &lt;br /&gt;
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ISBN# 978-1-60592-060-3 &lt;br /&gt;
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October 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;
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Noble Romance&lt;br /&gt;
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http://www.nobleromance.com&lt;br /&gt;
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E-Book&lt;br /&gt;
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$5.99 &lt;br /&gt;
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96 Pages &lt;br /&gt;
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Paranormal/Time Travel/Historical &lt;br /&gt;
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Blurb:&lt;br /&gt;
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In the essence of time, few things are constant. However, two virtues remain steadfast, vengeance and love. One born of the other takes centuries to unravel and peace is nothing more than a tinge of silver lining the gray fog. &lt;br /&gt;
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The second he dove under the water she scanned the river’s surface for him. He should come up soon. After a few seconds when she couldn’t find him, she called his name. At first, the echoes of her voice were indistinct. Her fingers grazed the water, while her eyes searched for him to come up. She willed her dream to become clear so she could call him, to find him, and to make sure he was all right.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Drake!” She shouted.&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, he shot out of the water in front of her. &lt;br /&gt;
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She screamed in surprise. He took her in his arms and crushed her breasts to his toned chest. Soft and hard met, heaven and hell mixed, and the feeling was delightfully sensual. She could hear faint breathing in her ear as each breath tickled her neck. &lt;br /&gt;
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“That’s what you get for spying on a man while he bathes milady.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Although in her dream she smiled, Sabine wondered why he called her milady? The heat of his flesh on hers distracted her too much to ask. She didn’t care about anything but the feel of his skin, his body, and his warmth on hers. The hair of his chest intimately brushed her nipples and her body became alert, and wanted more. For the first time she could recall, her dreams allowed her hero and her to touch, to speak to be with one another. She would enjoy the feel of him for the time her dream continued. He brushed gentle lips to her forehead. Her heart raced. Excitement ran rapid through her body. She savored every touch. Even standing waist deep in water, she felt the warmth her body generated with his. Drake’s hungry gaze made her nervous. His hand smoothed over her naked body and she trembled. &lt;br /&gt;
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“Are you cold?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“No,” she answered shaking her head. Her lips trembled. &lt;br /&gt;
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He smiled. His thumb eased up to her chin and softly stroked it over her shivering lips. She gripped his biceps. Her body quivered at his touch. His skin was hot; passion burned his flesh and reflected in his eyes, much like hers. &lt;br /&gt;
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He eased his lips to hers, “Sabine!” he whispered her name softly.&lt;br /&gt;
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She almost didn’t hear it, but the taste of his hunger couldn’t be denied. How does he know my name? She answered his desperate whisper with a kiss that curled her own toes.&lt;br /&gt;
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His large hands rested on her breasts. She inhaled in surprise and sighed as desire took over. Stretching her arms around his neck, she leaned into him while his other hand explored her body, sending shivers of intense craving through her again. He softly stroked her back stoking her desire. The touch of his hand awakened a need inside. He cupped her, and she pulled back.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Do you want me to stop?” &lt;br /&gt;
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She didn’t answer.&lt;br /&gt;
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He eased her against a boulder that she hadn’t noticed by the small land island. The cold hard surface warmed within seconds. He trapped her within his arms as his body loomed over her. His biceps shook with exerted effort to bear his weight. She softly stroked the trembling muscles. His arms were rock hard…. &lt;br /&gt;
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Closing her eyes, she roamed her hands over him, cataloguing every inch of his body. His broad shoulders and chest. Her arms wrapped around him, and she smoothed a hand over his back, down to shapely firm buttocks. Her hand roamed to the downy hair around his hardness, her mouth watered. She grazed over it with her palms. The length and thickness exhilarated her. She opened her eyes. He inched his way down to her stomach, until his body’s intimate touch covered her.&lt;br /&gt;
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He brushed a soft kiss to her lips, then pulled back, only to place another brush of his lips to hers. He teased her. She seized his lips to stop the teasing, but he turned the tables on her. He deepened the kiss until she became pliant against him. She wrapped her arms and legs around his waist and held on. He now had complete control. &lt;br /&gt;
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He broke the kiss and looked intently into her eyes. His intent gaze penetrated her soul and filled her with longing and severe liking…or maybe even love? He positioned her legs apart and settled himself between them. He eased her arms to her sides and roamed his eyes over her body. His lips trailed sensual nips and kisses down her neck, to her breasts. He suckled softly. She hiccupped on a hiss of want. He bit her neck with a soft nip; it was enough to make her wetter. The muscles of her uterus contracted. She bucked her body to meet his. His hands roamed her body while his lips followed. He stroked his tongue over the sensitive area just above her pubic line, sending a powerful shooting pain into her womb. &lt;br /&gt;
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“Sabine, if we don’t stop, I won’t be able to on my own,” his voice sounded hoarse. He took her lips and kissed her. His kiss relayed a sense of urgency.&lt;br /&gt;
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Easing him back, she looked into his hooded eyes. Desire had taken over.&lt;br /&gt;
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Confusion muddled her brain. Didn’t he realize what was going on between them? She pulled him closer. “It’s our destiny,” she whispered. She took his lips again.&lt;br /&gt;
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She felt his body prickle with goose bumps under her hands and felt the tremble inside. Drake jerked her from the rock and into his arms. She clung to him as his aggressive need drove his body to act on instinct. He sealed his lips to hers, lifted her higher until she straddled his hips where he settled her.. He was about to enter her. She smiled knowing what was about to happen and welcomed it. Her lips came down to meet his. &lt;br /&gt;
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She felt Drake stumble and loose his footing. The current overcame them, swept them both under and pulled her out of Drake’s arms. Blindly, she searched the now murky water with outstretched arms. She couldn’t find him—he was nowhere. Tears stung her eyes. Fear paralyzed her. He had to save her from her paralysis! The dream changed nothing; it gave her the sense of touch and snatched it away, leaving her vulnerable. &lt;br /&gt;
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“Drake!” Her mind screamed. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sabine jerked up from the water taking in huge gulps of air to fill her lungs. She searched, until realization dawned her. She was home, in her bed, and her dream was just that…a dream. &lt;br /&gt;
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Lonely and angry she fluffed the pillows and lay back hoping to recount some small memory of it. &lt;br /&gt;
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Calming herself down, she ran her tongue across her lips and jerked up. She licked her lips again. She could still taste him there. That taste of sweet clean water and ale.&lt;br /&gt;
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Confused, she lay back down. It was a dream…wasn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;
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Other Books by Ronna Gage&lt;br /&gt;
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Freya’s Bower Publishing&lt;br /&gt;
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www.freyasbower.com&lt;br /&gt;
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Afternoon Delight&lt;br /&gt;
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Tell Me a Lie&lt;br /&gt;
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Erotic shorts&lt;br /&gt;
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Romance Divine Publishing&lt;br /&gt;
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www.romancedivine.com&lt;br /&gt;
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Love Lessons&lt;br /&gt;
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Novella-Contemporary&lt;br /&gt;
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Friends and Lovers&lt;br /&gt;
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Novella Menage F/M/F</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/feeds/1721614503628383743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2010/04/can-correcting-past-mistake-save.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/1721614503628383743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/1721614503628383743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2010/04/can-correcting-past-mistake-save.html' title='Can correcting a past mistake save a person’s life in the future?'/><author><name>Ronna Gage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580580978491139044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNc_dS0dnhgLzlnHjKxz_NwmwjNJp1NOsDELWJvShUDp8VYdQfFysHCRmPRLTpaVEpcfT2uhPtqIF3xCAw_AYGtbA2teD9hZaNLS27nVmYPw5304uYMNc6CT5IPXEQA/s220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707230369356236436.post-6085067603966691555</id><published>2009-12-28T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T11:56:53.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Books for the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Love Lessons&lt;/em&gt; has been accepted by Romance Divine. It is a short novella read. &lt;br /&gt;
I will give out more information about the book in the near future. &lt;br /&gt;
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Also, I am finishing up a rewrite &lt;em&gt;Paradise Mine&lt;/em&gt; and hope to have it out soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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Two more are in the works. Blood Bait and Send Her to Me&lt;br /&gt;
A Paranormal and a Contemporary. I will keep you posted of the status.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope you have a wonderful New Year and keep your blessings close.&lt;br /&gt;
Ronna</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/feeds/6085067603966691555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-books-for-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/6085067603966691555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/6085067603966691555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-books-for-new-year.html' title='New Books for the New Year'/><author><name>Ronna Gage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580580978491139044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNc_dS0dnhgLzlnHjKxz_NwmwjNJp1NOsDELWJvShUDp8VYdQfFysHCRmPRLTpaVEpcfT2uhPtqIF3xCAw_AYGtbA2teD9hZaNLS27nVmYPw5304uYMNc6CT5IPXEQA/s220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707230369356236436.post-3552424129816661332</id><published>2009-12-05T22:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:12:21.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was interviewed today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://authorofferings.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-ronna-gage.html?zx=524442737d7cc6bf&quot;&gt;http://authorofferings.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-ronna-gage.html?zx=524442737d7cc6bf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was interviewed 11/26/2009 Come check it out.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/feeds/3552424129816661332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-interviewed-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/3552424129816661332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/3552424129816661332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-interviewed-today.html' title='I was interviewed today.'/><author><name>Ronna Gage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580580978491139044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNc_dS0dnhgLzlnHjKxz_NwmwjNJp1NOsDELWJvShUDp8VYdQfFysHCRmPRLTpaVEpcfT2uhPtqIF3xCAw_AYGtbA2teD9hZaNLS27nVmYPw5304uYMNc6CT5IPXEQA/s220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707230369356236436.post-3010538094086726299</id><published>2009-11-11T19:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:00:42.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Author to Author Review of Mystic Journey</title><content type='html'>For those of my friends who like a hot book on a cold night, Mystic Journey written by Ronna Gage, is steamier than a hot toddy. It has a compelling storyline (rare, i find in erotic romance) and pushes you along to the ending. Awesome, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
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The excerpt on the site was more than a little captivating. I actually couldn&#39;t wait to order and cursed my computer for downloading so slowly. I have to admit I have a penchant for historical romances that make me wish it was me being hunted! The characters jump off the page and the author does a tremendous job of transporting me into the fluid paragraphs of the book. I have to say, I was sad to see it end... &lt;br /&gt;
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Labels: Reviews</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/feeds/3010538094086726299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2009/11/author-to-author-review-of-mystic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/3010538094086726299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/3010538094086726299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2009/11/author-to-author-review-of-mystic.html' title='Author to Author Review of Mystic Journey'/><author><name>Ronna Gage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580580978491139044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNc_dS0dnhgLzlnHjKxz_NwmwjNJp1NOsDELWJvShUDp8VYdQfFysHCRmPRLTpaVEpcfT2uhPtqIF3xCAw_AYGtbA2teD9hZaNLS27nVmYPw5304uYMNc6CT5IPXEQA/s220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707230369356236436.post-748441564879520160</id><published>2009-11-08T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:56:20.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like a three way world of fun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyoCOUKigpgKd9X0ZGrG8ryysbTN_gXZAroPy2n0lMhB8H1Im0CSm6iw3Xqpd4-Waq4qlvW419foBWMLZMfHz2-uE1LcQD7ubW9g-PfkdbK847tUxFmH1uOOuzuVZ3Mfm-2_RxkR-SKN4s/s1600-h/Friends_and_Lovers_doc.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyoCOUKigpgKd9X0ZGrG8ryysbTN_gXZAroPy2n0lMhB8H1Im0CSm6iw3Xqpd4-Waq4qlvW419foBWMLZMfHz2-uE1LcQD7ubW9g-PfkdbK847tUxFmH1uOOuzuVZ3Mfm-2_RxkR-SKN4s/s320/Friends_and_Lovers_doc.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401900460179789746&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you&#39;ll love Friends and Lovers &lt;br /&gt;by Ronna Gage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erotic romance so hot you&#39;ll cream your panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurb: &lt;br /&gt;Kena Bass found the man of her dreams in Dan Madison, and she made sure those dreams came true. When good friend Elana suffers a personal crisis, Kena and Dan come to her rescue, helping her sort out her feelings. Passions and lust are cast away on a houseboat filled with Friends and Lovers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Excerpt: &lt;br /&gt;She turned the knob and let the hot water run, a humid mist filling the room. The tension in her shoulders relaxed with the sounds of the running water. She added a spoonful of vanilla-scented bath crystals and sat on the tub, watching the odd shaped crystals dissolve in the running water. Her mind jumbled with many thoughts; plans for a new avenue to gain credits, her lack of confidence in the male human species, and of course, that set off another round of fantasies starring Dan Madison.. In no time at all, the relaxing effects of the additive joined the misty atmosphere. Kena inhaled a deep, cleansing breath. Fatigue lightened her mood. No longer grumpy, she undressed and squatted down in the water until her body lay submerged just below the surface. Shutting her eyes, she cleared her mind of all the stresses: school, studies, and credits. An image formed behind her closed eyes. Her eyes popped open, and she gasped. &lt;br /&gt;“What is it with this guy? I can’t stop thinking of him.” Curious, she let her eyes shut while the fantasy took her to another place. Immediately his naked body took center stage in her dream. His gentle touch on her skin warmed her with his heat. She made love to this total stranger in a hot spring brook surrounded by various vegetation; a true tropical paradise. Slow and sensual strokes on her clit incited a rush of tingles that swept over her nipples, and her breathing escalated. Her heated sex contracted with each rushed dream sequence, the many ways to make love to him. Ways she’d never imagined—well, maybe imagined, but never lived out in such detail. Kena loosed a deep moan. Her hands explored her body. She combed her fingers through the curls between her legs. Her middle finger grazed her slit and then entered her pussy. A small hiss escaped her lips with the rising vibrations inside her. For quite some time, masturbation was the only sex available to her. However, it never felt this good. Her legs opened wider, and her fingers plunged in, sending an urgent, aching need for attention to her nipples. She rolled one of them between her thumb and finger until she was at the edge of her orgasm, and just at the right time, when she couldn’t hold back anymore, she pinched it. Ripples of erotic currents expanded through her body. Her back arched, she let out a scream of gratified release.&lt;br /&gt;Quivering lips begged for the one person she wanted the most. “Dan!” Her body trembled from the powerful waves within her. Once they slowed, Kena opened her eyes. Shaky puffs of breath she couldn’t catch earlier slowed to regular rhythm. A huge smile eased onto her lips. Calgon, couldn’t take me away any better! That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. The new experience sent a sense of empowerment through her. &lt;br /&gt;There was one problem with this new sensation: Will I ever feel it with Dan? A man who has no idea I even exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUY LINKS&lt;br /&gt;Amazon Kindle&lt;br /&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Friends-and-Lovers/dp/B002UUT37E/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1256945988&amp;sr=1-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.omnilit.com/storeSearch.html&lt;br /&gt;http://www.allromance.com/storeSearch.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OTHER BOOKS BY RONNA GAGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME A LIE&lt;br /&gt;AFTERNOON DELIGHT&lt;br /&gt;www.freyasbower.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYSTIC JOURNEY&lt;br /&gt;www.nobleromance.com</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/feeds/748441564879520160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-like-three-way-world-of-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/748441564879520160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/748441564879520160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-like-three-way-world-of-fun.html' title='Do you like a three way world of fun?'/><author><name>Ronna Gage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580580978491139044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNc_dS0dnhgLzlnHjKxz_NwmwjNJp1NOsDELWJvShUDp8VYdQfFysHCRmPRLTpaVEpcfT2uhPtqIF3xCAw_AYGtbA2teD9hZaNLS27nVmYPw5304uYMNc6CT5IPXEQA/s220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyoCOUKigpgKd9X0ZGrG8ryysbTN_gXZAroPy2n0lMhB8H1Im0CSm6iw3Xqpd4-Waq4qlvW419foBWMLZMfHz2-uE1LcQD7ubW9g-PfkdbK847tUxFmH1uOOuzuVZ3Mfm-2_RxkR-SKN4s/s72-c/Friends_and_Lovers_doc.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707230369356236436.post-257480137430152487</id><published>2009-11-08T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:50:50.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystic Journey by Ronna Gage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjScwF7ifxWYJBKY3z4eGeywCWYpjAaKSIGx7eWxTzyRb0jzJgPLAxN-ZtLGNd7vO7JSyrU44PbEgr0dOKvPG-VGUSPraYc6y_f7wgsocHPOcVgdlAng3VikzKrY7YhhapedClQv1wxEQkN/s1600-h/MysicJourneyAre.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjScwF7ifxWYJBKY3z4eGeywCWYpjAaKSIGx7eWxTzyRb0jzJgPLAxN-ZtLGNd7vO7JSyrU44PbEgr0dOKvPG-VGUSPraYc6y_f7wgsocHPOcVgdlAng3VikzKrY7YhhapedClQv1wxEQkN/s320/MysicJourneyAre.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401899889533808690&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erotic romance so hot you&#39;ll cream your panties!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurb:&lt;br /&gt;In the essence of time, few things are constant. However, two virtues remain steadfast, vengeance and love. One born of the other takes centuries to unravel and peace is nothing more than a tinge of silver lining the gray fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIZZLING EXCERPT:&lt;br /&gt;The path to the bathing river was clear. The closer she got to the riverbed; the louder the splashing of water. &lt;br /&gt; With great care, she peeked through the bushes and saw Lords Aldrich and Alec sitting on the rock next to the river. Serena scanned the river twice before the rising hysteria took root. Where was Gavin? At that moment, he shot up out of the water. Relief washed over her in the same way the water sloshed off Gavin’s body. &lt;br /&gt; His long torso bulged with toned muscle, his stomach firm and flat, his hair long and cleaned of the blood that had caked it yester morn. She became dizzy and breathless. He strolled to his two companions. His manly member hung down his muscled thigh.&lt;br /&gt;        “Beatrice is a liar?” She murmured to herself. Beatrice might have been older than Serena by two summers, but she was still ignorant to the body of a man. Even a year’s marriage Beatrice found reason to spin a dramatic flare for the truth. “Gavin’s member didn’t protrude out of him like a third arm.” &lt;br /&gt;Serena knew she should turn her head, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of Gavin’s naked body. Swallowing hard, she continued to watch him. In her hiding spot, she was free to linger her gaze on him—she took that liberty and assessed his body thoroughly. Beautiful, that he was, without a doubt, beautiful! His muscled arms bulged as he stretched them above his head to heaven.  His chest rumbled in a burst of laughter. Her womanly parts moistened with her growing curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUY LINKS&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nobleromance.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bookstrand.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OTHER BOOKS BY RONNA GAGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FRIENDS AND LOVERS&lt;br /&gt;www.romancedivine.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME A LIE&lt;br /&gt;AFTERNOON DELIGHT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.freyasbower.com</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/feeds/257480137430152487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2009/11/mystic-journey-by-ronna-gage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/257480137430152487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/257480137430152487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2009/11/mystic-journey-by-ronna-gage.html' title='Mystic Journey by Ronna Gage'/><author><name>Ronna Gage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580580978491139044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNc_dS0dnhgLzlnHjKxz_NwmwjNJp1NOsDELWJvShUDp8VYdQfFysHCRmPRLTpaVEpcfT2uhPtqIF3xCAw_AYGtbA2teD9hZaNLS27nVmYPw5304uYMNc6CT5IPXEQA/s220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjScwF7ifxWYJBKY3z4eGeywCWYpjAaKSIGx7eWxTzyRb0jzJgPLAxN-ZtLGNd7vO7JSyrU44PbEgr0dOKvPG-VGUSPraYc6y_f7wgsocHPOcVgdlAng3VikzKrY7YhhapedClQv1wxEQkN/s72-c/MysicJourneyAre.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707230369356236436.post-4821732939395497371</id><published>2009-09-19T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T19:37:39.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PROMO MYSTIC JOURNEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Blurb:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the essence of time, few things are constant. However, two virtues remain steadfast, vengeance and love. One born of the other takes centuries to unravel and peace is nothing more than a tinge of silver lining the gray fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Doctor Williams, Dr. Sabine Williams, you’re needed in emergency room two stat. Doctor Sabine Williams, you’re needed in emergency stat.”With no more time to consider her dreams, Sabine jumped out of bed, grabbed her stethoscope, and pushed her feet into her shoes. She ran out the door —back to work.“What do we got people?” Sabine asked. She didn’t wait for a reply but walked straight to the patient stretched out on the gurney. The emergency room staff and paramedics continued their tasks as they explained the patient’s obvious injuries.“Officer Drake Boyd, gun shot wound to the head and right leg.”Looking at the still figure on the gurney, the amount of blood he lost caused Sabine to wonder if her patient would make it. A bandage covered one side of his face. Blood soaked through the layers. She took her penlight from her lab coat and flashed it in his eyes. Hazel eyes. A feeling of awareness came over her.A coincidence? Maybe, a left over effect of her dream. She tucked the sentiment back in her mind and continued her assessment. She would deal with dream analysis later. “Pupils are fixed and dilated, non-responsive. Blood pressure?”“110/30 and holding,” stated the young nurse who assisted Sabine.“Who is the neurosurgeon on call?”Sabine eased the bandage off the patient’s head. She lifted the sheet to cover the wound from debris. Using her finger, she assessed the size of the protrusion, the depth of the wound, and found the lodged bullet under a blood filled mass. His swollen brain tissue disfigured the left side of his skull and forehead.“Doctor Green,” The young finished her assessment of Drake before she answered Sabine’s question.The patient’s head moved, uncovering his face, and Sabine froze. The unconscious patient looked familiar. With trembling fingers, she picked up the sheet that covered his body. Blood soaked the dark blue polo shirt of his uniform. Her mind blanked out of everything but her patient. She knew this man, she was sure of it. His identity evaded her memory, but somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she would place this man’s face and remember his name.A ray of hope brightened her spirits. If he would hold on long enough to get him into surgery with Dustin, he may have a chance. “Call him. We’re sending this patient up, now, ETA two minutes.”Sabine unlocked the gurney and began to roll it out of the room.“He’s crashing, Doctor Williams!” the young nurse alerted her.Sabine’s ray of hope grew dim. She locked the gurney wheels in place and administered CPR. “One thousand one, one thousand two…”“Move Doctor Williams, let me at him.”Someone pushed Sabine away from the patient. She turned and saw Alex Cord step beside her.The strength in Alec’s large hands and shoulders pushed against her patient’s chest cavity. Relieved of the added muscle, she knew he could help keep her patient alive until she got him to the operating rooms.”Start wheeling him down,” Alex demanded of the staff.Sabine jumped on the other side of the gurney; the staff unlocked its wheels and rolled him to the OR. Sabine opened his eyelids with gentle pressure, and with her penlight, she flashed his eyes again.“You can’t die on me Drake. You have to stay with me. I need you…”</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/feeds/4821732939395497371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2009/09/promo-mystic-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/4821732939395497371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/4821732939395497371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2009/09/promo-mystic-journey.html' title='PROMO MYSTIC JOURNEY'/><author><name>Ronna Gage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580580978491139044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNc_dS0dnhgLzlnHjKxz_NwmwjNJp1NOsDELWJvShUDp8VYdQfFysHCRmPRLTpaVEpcfT2uhPtqIF3xCAw_AYGtbA2teD9hZaNLS27nVmYPw5304uYMNc6CT5IPXEQA/s220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707230369356236436.post-7015044289046846870</id><published>2009-07-22T13:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:11:13.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>COMING SOON</title><content type='html'>MYSTIC JOURNEY&lt;br /&gt;My first ever paranormal has been signed by Noble Romance publishing.&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited to share the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story deals with two couples. Lady Serena Willard  and Derek Boydington AND Dr. Sabine Williams and Det. Drake Boyd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena and Derek live in Renaissance England under King Henry VIII&#39;s rule. She is a noble woman of society, and is accused of witchcraft and eventually executed.&lt;br /&gt; Derek is a poor man looking to change his station in life to marry the woman he loves. Trouble is, he finds out that she is to be executed for witchcraft. Too late to save her, Derek lives his life in shame as he in a weak moment married a woman to save her reputation. Unable to stand a loveless marriage, or a life without his beloved Serena, he joins the king&#39;s army to spy for the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabine and Drake live in present day Fort Worth. She is a Doctor, with recurring nightmares in which she can&#39;t explain, but feels the suffocating bindings around her throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake is a Detective. His life is less than perfect. He fears dying alone.  Their chance meeting happens when Drake is shot in a drug bust gone bad. He spends days in a coma recovering from his wounds. Sabine never leaves his side. She is compelled to stay beside him in his hour of need. Something about him is familiar. But she can&#39;t place where she&#39;s seen his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks in a misty cloud on some beach in a death stroll. He must atone for his sins. The heavenly mother was sent to help him Right the wrongs in his life. Problem is, it&#39;s not his life he must correct in Renaissance England....but another man who looks just like him.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/feeds/7015044289046846870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2009/07/coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/7015044289046846870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/7015044289046846870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2009/07/coming-soon.html' title='COMING SOON'/><author><name>Ronna Gage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580580978491139044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNc_dS0dnhgLzlnHjKxz_NwmwjNJp1NOsDELWJvShUDp8VYdQfFysHCRmPRLTpaVEpcfT2uhPtqIF3xCAw_AYGtbA2teD9hZaNLS27nVmYPw5304uYMNc6CT5IPXEQA/s220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707230369356236436.post-404881590879831070</id><published>2009-07-22T13:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:55:40.108-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="detail"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="editing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="steps"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>Detailing a Story</title><content type='html'>Writing is  a very tedious process. After many years and stories, an author will be able to automatically write a story in a matter of weeks, instead of months, and make details count.  If you are new to this craft you will soon , if not already, realize just how tedious it can be.  So, I would like to share some hints to help you along.&lt;br /&gt;In my daytime job, I am a teacher. I teach 7th and 8th graders. I love this group of children. They can be so wonderful creatures. One minute, they have all the knowledge in the world. They can handle any problems that come along,  fight their way to the top. BUT, when they have a situation, like writing, that challenges their abilities, right away these bright, confident,boys and girls begin to doubt themselves and almost give up. As a teacher, I get to have that one moment of “I told you so!” Then I get to work.&lt;br /&gt;I go over the poster in my room. The Steps of Writing!&lt;br /&gt;1. Rough Draft- this is where the main ideas, the characters’ involvements, the plots begin. This is just the beginning. Where your idea forms, and you implement your research and your report or story together.&lt;br /&gt;2.Second Draft- This is where you fill in the details paragraph by paragraph. (I ask a few basic questions that help to bring out such information.)  Sensory assessments *What does it look like? *What does it smell like?  * What emotions does the character react/act with, to the scene or other character?s around them, *What does it feel like in the scene? Is it hot, cold, warm, cool. These are great context clues to a paragraph. What is detailing any way? Clues to give the reader the idea of a season, a texture, a smell…sweet, savory, stinks…etc.&lt;br /&gt;Editing- This is where you check for spelling words, usage of vocabulary, repeated phrases, crutch words, making sure the research fits the situation realistically.&lt;br /&gt;Critiques- I added this one for manuscript writers like us. It is not in my classroom, although I am thinking of using this step. Student&#39;s can get good feedback from a critique if it is done properly.  Basically, this is where you send it to your critique partner or group for their views, opinions, and suggestions. A good diverse group will be beneficial here.&lt;br /&gt;Final Draft- The end result.  This is the draft you send out to offer a publisher.&lt;br /&gt;Some wonderful tools to use in your craft!, A dictionary- Of course. Thesaurus, grammar book usage, You can go to a library or bookstore in your area to get a great handbook. I suggest personally the Avoid Writer’s Hell handbooks by Faith Bicknell Brown. I use mine alot. Editing Bootcamp by Michele Bardsley. She has an official web page in which she helps authors in need.  I will add this to the bottom. &lt;br /&gt;Michele Bardsley’s Official Web Page   &lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.michelebardsley.net/&quot; jquery1248283111524=&quot;4&quot;&gt;http://blog.michelebardsley.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith Bicknell Brown  &lt;a href=&quot;http://faithbicknellbrown.com/&quot; jquery1248283111524=&quot;6&quot;&gt;http://faithbicknellbrown.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid_Writer’s_Hell Yahoo Group  &lt;a href=&quot;http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Avoid_Writers_Hell/&quot; jquery1248283111524=&quot;8&quot;&gt;http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Avoid_Writers_Hell/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENTION: this is an adult group with adult content i.e. erotic romance and erotica manuscripts, excerpts, etc. Please don’t join if you are under the age of 18.&lt;br /&gt;Wild Child Publishing &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wildchildpublishing.com/&quot; jquery1248283111524=&quot;10&quot;&gt;www.wildchildpublishing.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the home page, on the left margin look for Resource Links,  Inside is a host of wonderful tools for your use.&lt;br /&gt;Noble Romance Publishing  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nobleromance.com/&quot; jquery1248283111524=&quot;12&quot;&gt;www.nobleromance.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Tab, Jill Noble, the Sr.Editor for Noble Romance write’s blogs to inform of new sites, new techniques, and other pertinent information for the new author.&lt;br /&gt;If you are targeting a particular publisher, check their home page for writing tips and resources.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, My own little set up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ronnagage@yahoogroups.com&quot;&gt;www.ronnagage@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to encourage writers to get help from one another. You are more than welcome to drop by, check us out, and give a hand. I WILL WARN YOU! If you writing needs work, we will let you know. Sometimes it is not nicest way, but we will not give you false hope. We point out the weak points, make suggestions, and yes, we will give you a guiding lnk to help.&lt;br /&gt;This is a competitive business. Only the GREAT get published. With that said, Good Luck to all.&lt;br /&gt;Sassy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/feeds/404881590879831070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2009/07/detailing-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/404881590879831070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/404881590879831070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2009/07/detailing-story.html' title='Detailing a Story'/><author><name>Ronna Gage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580580978491139044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNc_dS0dnhgLzlnHjKxz_NwmwjNJp1NOsDELWJvShUDp8VYdQfFysHCRmPRLTpaVEpcfT2uhPtqIF3xCAw_AYGtbA2teD9hZaNLS27nVmYPw5304uYMNc6CT5IPXEQA/s220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707230369356236436.post-8058582419401055398</id><published>2009-06-12T09:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:40:26.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello and welcome,&lt;br /&gt;I am a published author of Erotic Romance, A submissions editor for Wild Child Publishing, a teacher,and a part time teller. Basically, I&#39;m a Jackie-of-all-trades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOKS AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE&lt;br /&gt;AFTERNOON DELIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.freyasbower.com/&quot;&gt;www.freyasbower.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$1.49&lt;br /&gt;***Reviews of this book*** &#39;A great read....short but oh, so sweet!.....A great escapism&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME A LIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.freyasbower.com/&quot;&gt;www.freyasbower.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$1.49&lt;br /&gt;***Reviews for this book**** &#39;Great build up of tension, great sexual chemistry....surprising end&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMING SOON FROM NOBLE ROMANCE&lt;br /&gt;MYSTIC JOURNEY&lt;br /&gt;A paranormal mix genre that is so unique from anything out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop in and see me soon.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/feeds/8058582419401055398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-and-welcome-i-am-published-author.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/8058582419401055398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707230369356236436/posts/default/8058582419401055398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronnagage.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-and-welcome-i-am-published-author.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronna Gage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580580978491139044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNc_dS0dnhgLzlnHjKxz_NwmwjNJp1NOsDELWJvShUDp8VYdQfFysHCRmPRLTpaVEpcfT2uhPtqIF3xCAw_AYGtbA2teD9hZaNLS27nVmYPw5304uYMNc6CT5IPXEQA/s220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>