Time to Tumble with A.B. Thomas!

Me: Today I welcome A.B Thomas to the gym! Before we get started, we have to stretch first to prevent injury. Why don’t you share your favourite stretch with us?

A.B.: Well, Coach Kellie, my favourite stretch is the “one fingered tippy toed swan”. I learned this one last year when my son surpassed my 5’5” height and decided for good measure to be 6’.  He figures what he needs should be at a height that requires as little action on his part, so to that end, he puts things he does not use up on the highest shelf out of his way. He doesn’t drink coffee, but I do.  Guess where the bugger puts the coffee? So the stretch goes like this: you go on your tippy toes and stretch your arm up to where only the point of your middle finger grazes the bottom of the coffee can. You then flick your finger against the bottom of the coffee can, slowly moving it the can closer to the edge of the shelf. There is the added bonus of a secondary stretch. It seems to cause an instinctual jutting out of the tongue, for balance purposes, I suppose, but it does help tone the tongue muscles for later when you, for the millionth time, explain that you do not have gorilla arms.

Me: Haha! It sounds like your son knows how to get you to secretly work out. Ok, time to let out your inner gymnast – if you could, what is the one gymnastics trick you’ve always wanted to learn?

A.B.: The cartwheel.  I have mastered the sommersault, thanks to the many long staircases I have encountered in my life and the perchance to trip over my own feet.  I think it would save the doctors so much time at the emergency explaining about the dangers of concussions if I simply cartwheeled down the stairs rather than went head over heels.

Me: Sounds like your rolling technique has saved you a bunch of times! Is there a piece of equipment you’d like to start with? And may I remind you that playing in the foam pit is always reserved until the end of class.

A.B.: I think I would like the springboard, I’ve always wanted to be able to say that I have a little hop in my step.

Me: Good choice! Have you ever performed gymnastics before? As a kid what kinds of sports did you participate in?

A.B.: I was advised not to participate in gymnastics when I was a child by the phys ed teacher. He said that there was a vote taken and I was elected to be the target for dodgeball practice. As a kid I did sort of play soccer, and I sort of played baseball.  I say sort of because according to my folks, I was easily distracted and often went in the direction of what had caught  my eye rather than where the rest of my team was.

Me: Good old dodgeball! Not one of my favorites. In gymnastics we have to keep in top physical condition, and writing is such a sedentary job. What do you do to keep in shape when you’re not typing out your next story?

A.B.: I walk a lot, mostly into walls – which isn’t my fault. When will those walls learn that I am the top of the food chain, therefore they should fear me, not the other way around.

Me: Haha… And with your rolling skills, I’d say you’ve got it made. Let’s move onto the balance beam, shall we?

A.B.: *stares blankly at me*

Me: You’ll be okay. I’ll hold your hand like I do for my preschoolers. Now, let’s take your mind off of how high this is and tell me when you decided to write to be published.

A.B.: It was about four years ago.  I had gone from blogging and writing poetry to writing articles and cartooning for an online magazine. I concentrated primarily on social issues. It was mentally exhausting to me, always looking at how the world was. I decided that I could either be miserable examining the lacks or I could create worlds where not only could I identify the ills of the world, but do something about it.

Me: Sometimes we need a break from the real world. *helps A.B. hop down from the beam* Woul you care to take a swing on the bars?

A.B.: Oh, sure, though I have to say that I have had plenty of practice taking swings at the bar.

Me: Different kind of bar… *both walk over to apparatus, and A.B. jumps to take a swing* To be good at gymnastics it takes perseverance and determination not unlike that of being a writer. Tell me how you get through those times when you feel like giving up.

A.B.: When I feel like tossing in the towel, I think of the kids. What type of role model would I be if I quit? Someone might say, “so what if you quit, it’s just a story, it doesn’t make a difference to anything”. It does make a difference, not an earth shattering one, but anytime you decide something is too hard, it makes it that much easier to decide something is too hard the next time. Failure isn’t as bad as some people try to make it seem, failure means that something didn’t work in one way so now you have to think of a different way. Giving up doesn’t let you consider other options.

Me: I love that philosophy. I find that often I’m afraid of succeeding rather than failing. It matters that we don’t give up no on things that are important to us. *watches A.B. swing* You’re dong great! Don’t forget to regrip on the backswing.

A.B.: Huh?

Me: Let go now and land on your feet. Very good. How about I teach you that cartwheel now? Or would you like to show me a roll?

A.B.: Whew, I could definitely go for a roll…so where’s the hay? Oh, not that kind of roll. A cinnamon roll would be out of the question too, wouldn’t it? I’m game for any kind of roll that doesn’t involve a flight of stairs.

Me: How about we take a break and you can tell us about your newest book release?

A.B.: Gladly! The latest book is called “Shirtazia”. The hobgoblin, Shirtazia, is living a peaceful life among mortals when her instinct to reproduce surfaces with murderous results. Bounty hunter for the gods Jared Club is sent to investigate and stop the hobgoblin before folklore becomes fact. The only problem is that hobgoblins can change their appearance so the hunter has no idea who he is looking for. Can he stop the hobgoblin before she kills again or will he become one of her victims?

Me: Sounds interesting!

A.B.: Here’s a little snippet:

Rolanda watched from behind the computer register table as the man in the grey duster and greyish fedora crossed the street. What a strange person, she thought to herself, pleasant and quite knowledgeable, but strange.

“Who was that?”

Rolanda jumped at the sound of the voice behind her. She turned to see Shay-Lynn standing in the doorway of the back room.

“Oh, Shay-Lynn, you startled me!” she said with a nervous laugh, “I didn’t realise you were here already.”

Shay-Lynn took several steps toward the woman, repeating her query. Rolanda explained the man had simply asked questions about herbs around the shop and what their uses could be for. For her part, she supplied vague clues of the witchcraft potential of the herbs, which, she opined, the man didn’t seem surprised to hear. It wouldn’t have come as a surprise, Rolanda added, if the man knew more about some of the plants, particularly the ones not locally grown than she did herself.

Shay-Lynn attempted to pick up images from the other’s mind through their connected auras without success. Dark thoughts began to fill Shay-Lynn. Could the sister of her sweet Brenda be capable of blocking her, from letting her see what she wanted to know? Did Rolanda know something or have a seed of doubt about Shay-Lynn planted ready to sprout by that man? The man certainly was not a random window shopper, he had come to the shop with something in mind. It could not be a coincidence that for over five minutes the two of them stood chatting beside the four very bags of herbs that she used in the hamlet’s watershed, or as she preferred to call it, stupor soup. The hobgoblin cursed the heavy curtain that muffled the conversation between the two. She needed to know what was said, specifically what the man or whatever he was, had said.

The man, Shay-Lynn’s mind continued to replay his image repeatedly, wasn’t human. She knew that he wasn’t. When she first came through the back door of the shop and heard Rolanda speaking with someone out front she had increased her shimmering six-fold, so quick that even she had not been able to see her reflection in the mirror by the big wash basin, yet she saw as she was peeking out that he had seen her. She then tried to trickle some of his aural energy, but it had not just been blocked but repelled. A human wasn’t capable of that. Whatever he was, he could prove to be a threat to her search for a cure for her condition.

Shay-Lynn’s brows furrowed, her lips puffed out. Rolanda asked what was wrong.

Shay-Lynn decided that she couldn’t chance any information the man may have said giving Rolanda a curiosity of those plants, she was sure that the mixture would not show up on any internet search. However, if Rolanda decided to experiment with the herbs, and survived, it could expose Shay-Lynn for what she was. Shay-Lynn knew of only one other option to free Rolanda of any resistance to her questions. Swooning. She was sure that Brenda would not be too upset if she ever found out that Shay-Lynn had to seduce her lover’s sister but it was a matter of survival for the both of them. What would Rolanda do if she found out that Shay-Lynn was a hobgoblin? What would Rolanda do if she figured out that Shay-Lynn was not the daughter of a childhood playmate, but the same person? What would Rolanda do if she uncovered that Brenda and Shay-Lynn have been lovers all these years? Who would she tell? What would happen to not only Shay-Lynn but to Brenda?

Shay-Lynn was sure that Brenda would understand the necessity of the action. The problem was how to get Rolanda to let her guard down enough that Shay-Lynn could get intimate with her. The woman was infuriatingly in love with her husband.  She had tried to drop subtle hints to the woman of re-exploring the experiments of her youth but they had fallen on deaf ears. There was no time to lead Rolanda into an agreeable mood. Soon, Ted Kopek would be back from the loam deposit with a load of pots ready for seedlings.  Once reunited with her love, any such thoughts would be lost. It would mean that the opportunity would be lost until the next day and by then, it may be too late. How was she going to swoon the woman in such little time? Shay-Lynn shifted her weight from one side to one side. There was a dull thunk as her carry-all hit the edge of the table.

The jar! Shay-Lynn had not found an opportunity to use her experiment yet. The trap-liners had been in town for the past couple of days and they required no prodding to stir their appetite for what she offered as dinner. She reached into her carry-all, feeling for the baby jar that she had quarter-filled with the breast pump and broke the tight seal. She unscrewed the cap and with her thumb, pushed the lid off before she brought the jar out of the bag, setting it idly on the table. Rolanda looked at the jar curiously.

Shay-Lynn’s demeanour changed. The seriousness had given way to a shy smile.

“It’s just that he looked scary,” the teen said. “I thought maybe he was going to hurt you.”

Shay-Lynn took Rolanda’s hands into her own.

“I didn’t want anything to happen to you. I like you, Mrs. Kopek. I like you a lot.”

“I like you too, Shay-Lynn, but you shouldn’t worry too much about an old Betty like me,” the woman said kindly as she patted the top of the woman’s hand. “I do know how to take care of myself.”

Shay-Lynn blushed and turned her head.

“I know, but still…” Shay-Lynn slipped her hand from the woman’s and began to play with the collar of Rolanda’s blouse, “I still have to, you know, try…” She was watching the other woman’s eyes intently for signs of dilation. The woman was fluttering her eyes often, trying to focus, and it made Shay-Lynn smile. Shay-Lynn moved her hand from her collar to the top button of her blouse.

Me: I’m sure readers can’t wait to read more! You know, Gymnastics was my first passion, and then I found writing. What are your passions other than writing?

A.B.: I love designing things and then building them.  There is nothing like seeing something to completion. I also love just walking around, being utterly lost to the clouds and trees.

Me: Sounds peaceful. What is one thing you’ve always wanted to do in life but haven’t yet?

A.B.: I’ve always wanted to write a screenplay and see how someone else interprets what I see in my head.

Me: I wish you all the best with your endeavors!

A.B.: Thank you for having me! And please visit with me at all the other places I hang out:

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The Master of Surprise

AVAILABLE JULY 16TH!

 

When it comes to being a Dom, he is the Master of surprises.

After the Christmas retreat in their custom-made dungeon at their home, Dom Davis Cathal and his sub, Samantha Merry, decide to take a summer vacation away for a change of scenery. Finding a place that suits their needs and packing the necessary play items for two weeks is a challenge–one they relish in. When a work emergency causes Davis to stay behind an extra day, he instructs Samantha to go alone to set up the place for their play time.

Samantha arrives to find the cottage destination less than ideal. Determined to make the best of it, she goes about the task of preparing for playtime with her Dom. When one too many things go wrong, she is unable to hide her disappointment. Count on Davis to take control and show his sub that with a little discipline, any place is perfect for play and that sometimes disappointments bring about the best surprises.

EXCERPT:

He frowned. When she didn’t answer using the word ‘Sir’, he knew she wasn’t in the mood for playtime. As part of their agreement, they didn’t play the part of Dom/sub twenty-four seven, although as the years went on, she referred to him as ‘Sir’ on a regular basis.

“You don’t seem okay,” he remarked. “Didn’t you enjoy the session out by the lake?”

A frustrated sigh escaped her this time. She rolled over to face him and then sat up. “Yes, I did. Very much.” Anger sparked in her eyes, and he remained quiet to let her get it out. “What I haven’t enjoyed is coming here to see the place in ruins and nothing like it showed when we booked it. I didn’t enjoy having the hot water tap falling off, threatening to flood the house when all I wanted to do was sit in the bath and process. I wanted this vacation to be special. I wanted everything to be the way I thought it would be.”

Davis opened his mouth to speak, but she held up a hand to stop him. “No,” she continued. “I want to be mad. I have a right to be mad. I have a right to my feelings. This place isn’t what I thought it would be. And I want to go home.”

He shrugged, swallowing hard to hide the giddy feeling welling up inside. He couldn’t keep the surprise from her any longer.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “What? This isn’t funny.”

“I didn’t say it was funny.” He shook his head. “I’m supporting you being mad.”

“By laughing at me?”

“Samantha.” His voice took on a stern tone. “I’m not laughing at you either.”

She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh. “I don’t mean to pout. It’s just this,” she gestured around, “isn’t what I signed up for.”

“You mean having the man you love most at your side, helping you through the mishaps of life?”

She glared at him and spoke through clenched teeth. “You know what I mean.”

“I do. I also know how attached we can become to an idea, and it bites when reality is different.” He tapped her nose with a fingertip. “Sometimes life is just that way.”

“I know,” she grumbled. “I just want to be grumpy about it for a bit, okay?”

Davis leaned over to check the time on his watch that sat on the bedside table. “How long do you think that will take?”

She cracked a smile for the first time since the bathroom incident. “I don’t know. Stop trying to make me laugh.”

He placed his hand over his heart. “I’m not trying to do anything.” He pushed her onto her back and loomed over top of her. “I just want to know how long I should wait before I eat your pussy.”

Surprise registered on her face. “Oh. Well.” She pretended to consider. “I suppose I’m done.”

“Are you sure?” He scrunched his eyebrows in concern. “I don’t want to interrupt your grump-fest.

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Writing Workshop in Winnipeg!

 


Begin the new year by changing the story of your life by learning to write the novel in your heart!
**Please note this is a THREE workshop series. Participants may register for all or for the workshop(s) of their choosing. A discount applies when registering for all three. These workshops are for beginners or more experienced authors, fiction or non-fiction.

INVESTMENT: $40 for 1 workshop
$110 for all 3 workshops
Payment may be made by eTransfer, PayPal, cash or cheque. To register, please email or call Kellie: kjkamryn@gmail.com or 204-996-0440.
If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to contact me. Workshops tend to fill quickly and are capped at 15 participants. A $20 deposit for one workshop, or a $45 deposit if registering for two or more will be required to hold your spot. Deposits are refundable only in case of emergency.

LOCATION: 1016 Marion St. Winnipeg, MB (Back addition with the Ancient Design sign in the window)

DATES & DESCRIPTIONS:

Saturday, February 11, 2017 – 10:30am-12:30pm

WHAT IF?
Stuck on a plot point? Experiencing writer’s block? Have a great idea, but not sure how to begin? Author’s in all stages of their writing ask me how I overcome these obstacles all the time. In this workshop we will focus on discovering the blocks to our creative process, and how to develop our process in order to keep creativity flowing even when our process changes over time. Participants examine the question: What IF? And learn how to apply it to their storytelling to begin an outline for their first short story or novel.

Saturday, February 18, 2017 – 10:30am-12:30pm

SEVEN POINTS TO PROPEL YOUR WORDS INTO CREATION
Participants create or strengthen an existing outline of a short story or novel using seven plot points. Discover how this simple outline tool can be used to plot a novel or short story, write a synopsis, and ensure you’ve got everything you need to bring your story to life, as well as pitch it to an agent or publisher. Participants will leave the workshop with a working outline of their book.

Saturday, February 25, 2017 – 10:30am-12:30pm

POLISH ‘TIL IT SHINES!
In this workshop, authors will develop their editing toolbox, learn how to use the five senses to enhance their story scenes, and discuss publishing options for their finished product. Authors are encouraged to bring the first two pages of their book to begin the editing process. Discussion on the publishing process will continue, and we will focus on what to do once you’ve polished your manuscript.

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Cross Country Christmas by Diana Duncan

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The best gifts in life are surprises…

Surprise! Thanks to a blizzard named Blitzen, Christie McQuade can’t make it home for Christmas. Stranded in an airport, things look bleak…until she runs into delicious Deputy Damian Reade, who along with his four-year-old son, Eli, is likewise wondering how to salvage his holidays.

A ’57 Chevy Bel Air christened “Vixen” is their last hope. Christie’s not always the trusting type…but after a background check through her investigative brother clears Damian – and after all, how can a man who’s so patient and loving with his son be dangerous? – she joins them on a Cross Country Christmas adventure filled with fun and surprises…not the least of which is the powerful chemistry between Damian and Christie.

Chemistry is one thing. Heart-tugging is another. And damned if both father and son aren’t soon tugging on Christie’s previously-broken heart-strings.

A child’s unshakeable faith in Santa, his seemingly impossible Christmas wishes of the Jolly Old Man, and a whole lot of holiday magic may lead Damian and Christie to the biggest surprise of all…love.

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Chocolate, Sex and Other Tasty Treats for the Soul

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Blurb:

As far as Marnie is concerned—two’s company, and three is never a crowd.

Marnie Harder wants to find love like everyone else. The only catch—she desires to be the third in couple. She has her sights set on her hot neighbor, Madison Williams, and her boyfriend, Drake Ellison. The night Madison knocks on Marnie’s door to borrow some sugar, Marnie gets a taste of something sweet. And when Madison’s boyfriend joins the party, Marnie binges on more than the candy he brings with him.

Leave it to her family and her brother’s meddling monkey to spoil the morning after. But in the wake of candy wrappers, wild passion, and broken furniture, will Marnie be left craving more, or will love sweeten the deal?

Excerpt:

A flush stole over her body at the sight of her sexy, redheaded neighbour, Madison Williams. Calm down, woman. She has a boyfriend, remember?
Madison and her tall, blond, blue-eyed god-of-a-boyfriend, Drake Ellison, had moved into the apartment next to hers a month ago. Upon first glance at the couple, Marnie had been mesmerized. She’d even done something lame and baked a cake for them as a housewarming gift once the couple had settled in.
The visit had been difficult for Marnie, tongue-tied and incoherent in their presence. Her attraction to the two of them rocketed off the charts, and she hadn’t found the courage to express her interest. Despite that fact, she’d visited with them numerous times since delivering the cake.
Marnie had heard their passionate moans emanating from their apartment at all hours of the day. They didn’t seem to mind if the entire building heard them having sex. Guilt shot through her stomach when she recalled a time or two she’d gotten off to the sound of their lovemaking. She shook her head. They haven’t given me any indication they are anything but straight. No wonder I have a hard time talking to them. I’ve got to get these stupid fantasies out of my head.
Madison knocked again, and Marnie put a hand over her heart, which was trying to beat its way out of her chest. Her cunt pulsed as she caught sight of Madison’s tongue darting out to wet her lips. An image of Madison on her knees between Marnie’s thighs flashed through her mind, making her swallow a groan.
Get a grip! Tightening the sash on her robe, she checked to make sure all body parts were covered. She could pretend she didn’t have the hots for Madison. Sure, I can do that. Madison probably needs something. I will pretend I don’t need her.
Cripes. Marnie gulped, unlocked the door, and drew back the chain. Opening the door a crack, she squeaked, “Can I help you?” Shoot me now.
When Madison’s gaze dipped in the direction of the V in her robe, Marnie’s nipples pebbled. Her gaze met Marnie’s again when she spoke. “I hope so. I’m looking for some sugar.”

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Now available for Pre-order at Extasy Books!

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MONKEYS, SEX, AND OTHER BIRTHDAY SURPRISES

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Now available for pre-order on the eXtasy Books site! Official release is June 1st! Stay tuned for when it goes up for sale on other online retailers.

Blurb:

An unwanted party, a pet primate, an unexpected visit from a lover—birthday surprises are one hell of a gift.

Missy Harder is reluctant to ruin a good thing and meet her on-line lover, Sam Kentley, in person. Sexting, and phone sex, make her panties wetter than a summer downpour. Even with their amazing conversations about life, her low self-esteem holds her back from meeting him in person.

Sam Kentley is dying to see if the connection he and Missy have is real. Easy to talk to, a sexy as hell picture, and her ability to play along with sexy scenarios online rocket his sex drive sky high. When she agrees to phone sex, he thinks he’s in heaven, but it’s the conversation in between he adores. If he could convince her to meet, he’s sure they could have more.

When he accompanies a friend to a surprise birthday party, he’s shocked to find the party is for Missy. Not how he expected their first meeting, and never in his wildest dreams did he think it would include her zany family, plus being attacked by a pet monkey.

Horrified at meeting Sam under such conditions, Missy’s humiliation threatens to ruin their first in-person encounter. But when Sam refuses to leave her to her misery, they both learn that love surprises you when you least expect it.

 

NSFW Excerpt:

“Oooohhh…fuck, baby. Yeah, ride me harder…harder…”
Missy gripped the phone tighter in one hand as Sam Kentley’s deep voice rumbled in her ear. She rubbed her clit furiously with the middle finger of her other hand. “Mmmm…feels so good. Give it to me…” Her voice trailed away on a moan.
“Oh, I’m gonna give it to you so hard,” Sam rasped.
“Oohhh…I can’t hold back,” she squealed. She squeezed her inner muscles and pleasure threatened to crash through her body with the force of a runaway train. First time I’ve ever come this fast. Damn, it’s good…
Sam breathed heavy into the phone. “Oh shit,” he shouted. “I’m coming!”
“Me, too. Oh, oh—” A loud bang deflated her blossoming orgasm. What the hell? I was so close dammit! Someone had better be dying or the apartment complex on fire to interrupt what she’d been looking forward to all afternoon.
“Hold on, Sam.” Sighing, she squeezed her legs together, pussy throbbing at being denied release.
“What do you mean, ‘hold on’?” His strangled voice made her wince in envy. “Unnnhhhh….”
No mistaking that sound. Well, at least one of us finished. Missy sighed and flopped back onto the pillow on her bed. Then she reached over to grab her panties from where she’d tossed them on the bed.
“Baby?” Sam panted.
Missy huffed out a breath, slipping her underwear on. “Yeah, I’m here.” Cradling the phone to her ear, she rolled off the bed, and retrieved her bathrobe from the hook on the back of her door. She shrugged into the garment, flipped her hair out of the collar, and ran to the washroom.
“What the fuck, hon? Tell me you came with me,” he pleaded. “We’ve been looking forward to this for a while now.”
“Sorry,” she replied, washing her hands at the sink. No need to answer the door with pussy juice all over my fingers. The person at the door pounded louder, yelling this time.
Missy grimaced, and strode out of the bathroom and down the hall. Her sister, Miranda, had lousy timing. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” she yelled back.
“You were coming,” Sam griped. “What’s going on?”
“My sister is threatening to break down my door,” she growled.
“Fuck. Can’t you just ignore her?”
“I would if she wasn’t causing a scene. I’ll call you back, honey.”
“Babe, we’ve been planning this for over a week. I love the sound of your voice telling me what you’re going to do to me. You’re killing me here! My balls are turning blue. Don’t hang up on me.”
Her voice dropped to a whisper as she squinted through the peephole. “Oh, please. Your balls are not turning blue. I just heard you get off.”
“Sugar, come on…”
“Don’t sugar me.”
“You’re grumpy,” he said.
Of course I am! “And your point?”
“You wouldn’t be grumpy if—”
“Missy—I can hear you! Open the door,” Miranda called out.
A guttural sound, much like that of an angry grizzly bear, erupted from Missy’s throat.
“Baby, let me get rid of her, and I’ll call you back.”
He heaved a breath. “Fine, but text me first. I’m going out with a friend for a bit tonight, but I promise you—when I get home, I’m all yours again.”

The Final Quarter – New Release by Anne Lange!

TFQ Promo Image 4Title: The Final Quarter
Series Title: A New League, Book 2
Author: Anne Lange
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Heat Level: Burning – Sexy, creative and hot, almost anything goes – not for shy readers
Length: 40,635

Buy Links

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Blurb
A quarterback facing the end of his career must come to peace with his past, and accept his present, before he can move on with his future.
Mitch Ryland accomplished what his father said he never would—he made something of himself.
When his wife suggests she’d like to start a family, Mitch is thrown for a loop. He’s never told her about his life before he ended up with his foster parents or his plans never to become a father. So when he’s taken out of the game, his failings from the past come back to haunt him, and Mitch blames his injury on his loss of focus. He’s unprepared for his career as a professional quarterback to be over. Nor is he ready to tell his wife about why football is so important to him. He’d rather put emotional and physical distance between them and focus on getting back in the game.
Serena Ryland has dreamed of becoming a mother. But when she mentions the idea to her husband, he freezes her out and she has no idea why. She’s worried that if they don’t start talking soon, she’ll lose him forever. When he refuses to come home to mend from an injury, she takes matters into her own hands, determined to spend more time with him, hoping to reignite the romance in their relationship. But she’s unprepared for the things she learns on this trip. Her husband has been carrying a few secrets that just might change the outlook of their future.
Reader Advisory: This book contains oral sex in a public environment and light bondage.
Publisher’s note: This book is part of a series but can be read as a standalone title.

Short Excerpt
Mitch sighed and shifted in his chair. The knee he could handle. Bruised and sore, he’d limp for a few days, but it was his shoulder he worried about most. This was the third time he’d dislocated it. The first official time the team doctor knew about. His fingers itched to massage the joint, but he didn’t dare. No way in hell would he show any sign of weakness. The one thing his father and grandfather had drilled into him from a young age. A lesson he’d learned well.
“It’s more than just a simple sprain or a bad bruise, Mitch, and you know it. This is potentially career ending, especially if you don’t do as I’ve instructed. You need to rest it. Whatever you’ve been doing to keep this from us isn’t helping. Today’s proof of that. And it’s not going to get better until you do something about it. And you can’t do something about it until you’re not on the field every day.”
Noah took a deep breath, his expression full of compassion. “Apply ice to reduce the swelling three times a day for fifteen to twenty minutes. That shoulder needs to be kept stable. We need the swelling to go down so we can take a good look at it. I want you to wear an arm sling for the next three weeks.
“I’ve scheduled an appointment for you three days from now then we’ll have a better idea what we’re dealing with. You’ll probably need to go through some therapy regardless of whether you end up heading down the surgery path or not. With some rest, maybe some therapy, and a light training regiment, we’ll see if there’s been any change.”
Panic swept through Mitch. He clenched his hands into fists on his thighs. “And if it doesn’t get better?”
“We’ll discuss that when the time comes.”
Mitch, well aware of the consequences, filled in the blanks. Surgery. Rehab. Months off the field. If he ended this season on the injury reserve list for next season, he’d miss training camp and wouldn’t be allowed to practice or play until the doctor cleared him. And if he did practice and aggravated the injury, or possibly made it worse, he’d be out for the rest of that season. Or longer.
On top of that, he’d have to deal with his standings. Out of play meant his rating would be affected and his stats would tank—and not only his. The team would take a hit as well. He’d disappoint the fans. He’d disappoint his friends and family.
He might never be the same afterward.
He’d end up a nobody. Just like he’d been told.
His football career may already be at the top of the spiral, just waiting for that push to send him off the edge and into the vortex. He’d always compared his life to a house of cards. Painstaking to build, easy to destroy. The king sits perched at the top, but then one slip, one tiny tug or poke on one of those cards and the whole thing would come tumbling down.
A tremor now rocked the house beneath his feet.

 

Author Bio
Shoes are her addiction, but books are her passion. Anne Lange grew up with a love for reading. If you take a close look, she’s got either a book, her Kindle or her Kobo nearby at all times. You know, just in case there’s time to sneak in a chapter or ten. Anne reads many genres of romance, but prefers to write sexy stories, often with a dash of humor, and usually with a side of those sinful pleasures your mom never told you about. And always with a happily ever after.

While embarking on this wild journey of becoming a romance author, Anne juggles a full time job and a family. Though not always successfully. Who needs a clean house every day? And what’s wrong with cereal for dinner? She lives in Ontario, Canada with her wonderfully supportive husband, three awesome kids who are growing up way too fast, and the family pets, Rocky the bearded dragon and Lily the chocolate lab.

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Wicked Indulgence – New Release by Anne Lange!

 

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Title: Wicked Indulgence

Series Title: The Vault Series: Friends and More, Book 2

Author: Anne Lange

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotic, Ménage, Light BDSM

Heat Level:  Scorching – Sexy, creative and hot, almost anything goes – not for shy readers

Length: 76,600 words

Buy Links 

 

KOBO | ARe  | B&N | Etopia Press  | Amazon.com  | Amazon.ca | Amazon.uk

 

Blurb

Two men. One woman. How wonderful wicked can be.

Jamie prefers one-night stands to the risk of hurting someone he loves. He’s not willing to repeat the past. Years ago his naïve attempts at Dominance left his girlfriend bruised and frightened, and she mysteriously left town rather than show her face around him again.

Daniel wants something more. He hopes that one day he and Jamie will find that perfect woman to share forever. As members of the prestigious BDSM club known as The Vault and co-owners in a veterinary clinic, he never thought she’d walk through their door. Or ask for his best friend.

Melissa has done everything she can to protect the only man she’s ever loved. Finally rid of her abusive ex, she’s living on her own terms. Only she never counted on Daniel, a man who ignites enough sizzle in her body to compete with her passion for her first love, Jamie. And in order for them to be happy, she needs to find a way to put the past, and the people who won’t remain there, behind her for good…and convince Jamie that he was never the monster he thought himself to be…

Reader discretion: contains spanking, bondage, voyeurism, sex club, m/f/m ménage romance elements

Short Excerpt

“Let’s walk. We can head over the park. If we see a bench and feel like it, we can sit.”

“Sounds good.” Jamie spun around, and she followed just a step behind him. Until they crossed the center of the square, dodging a dog chasing a ball, they didn’t say a word. Melissa sipped her coffee, closing her eyes in appreciation of the dark roast with a hint of hazelnut.

They reached the path that meandered through the park. He slowed his steps so she could catch up, and they walked side-by-side. Melissa searched for words.

“I apologize if my appearance yesterday angered you. I didn’t mean to upset you in any way.”

Jamie darted a quick look at her, his mouth curled up at the corners as he shrugged his shoulders. “You showing up there just surprised the hell out of me and I acted like a total jerk. I’m sorry about that.”

Was he apologizing for the kiss too? Because she didn’t want him to be sorry about that. It was the best kiss she’d had since…well, since the last time he’d kissed her.

“That’s OK. The last time we saw each other, I tucked tail and ran like my ass was on fire. I’m sorry.”

“So we’re both really sorry. How about we start over again?” he offered.

She smiled at him. “I’d like that.” She took a generous sip of her coffee and then a hearty breath. “Jamie. I’m…” She stopped before saying the ‘s’ word yet again. “I know you’re angry with me for the way I left back then.”

He lifted one shoulder and looked off into the distance. “It wasn’t your thing. I get that.”

“No, that’s not it all,” she rushed to say. Did he really think that? She loved what he’d done to her. “I—”

“I knew going into that night, it was a big mistake,” he interrupted.

A mistake? He thought making love to her had been a mistake?

“I tried for months to tell you that, Mel. The stuff I was interested in then…the stuff I’m into now, it isn’t for somebody like you.”

“But, Jamie, that’s—”

“I’d had too much to drink and I was so fucking hot for you that I let your pleas and your pretty face get to me.” He was hot for her. That’s good. Hopefully he still was. “I listened with my dick rather than my head. I should have driven you straight home from that party.” No. She started to shake her head but he kept going. “Maybe if I had, you wouldn’t have felt the need to invent a reason to leave.”

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Author Bio

Shoes are her addiction, but books are her passion.  Anne Lange grew up with a love for reading. If you take a close look, she’s got either a book, her Kindle or her Kobo nearby at all times. You know, just in case there’s time to sneak in a chapter or ten.  Anne reads many genres of romance, but prefers to write sexy stories, often with a dash of humor, and usually with a side of those sinful pleasures your mom never told you about.  And always with a happily ever after.

 

While embarking on this wild journey of becoming a romance author, Anne juggles a full time job and a family. Though not always successfully. Who needs a clean house every day?  And what’s wrong with cereal for dinner? She lives in Ontario, Canada with her wonderfully supportive husband, three awesome kids who are growing up way too fast, and the family pets, Rocky the bearded dragon and Lily the chocolate lab.

 

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New Release by Jennifer Labelle – BITTERSWEET

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Bitter Sweet by Author Jennifer Labelle is available on Amazon!

✯ #oneclick →→ http://amzn.com/B00YYFVIDK

✯ Publisher: LIMITLESS PUBLISHING

★✯ SYNOPSIS ✯★

An accident on a rain-slicked highway leaves Jenna Baker alone…

Jenna is scarred, confused and vulnerable after surviving an accident that took her husband’s life. After a year of mourning Tyler and struggling to raise their son on her own, Jenna’s best friend whisks her off to fulfill her lifelong dream of visiting Ireland. She never dreamed her trip would include a self-appointed tour guide in the form of a sexy Irishman with piercing blue eyes and a smile that promises to fill her empty heart.

Brady Connelly is irresistibly drawn to the lovely, broken Yank…

As the weeks pass, Brady comforts and supports Jenna, convincing her to live and chase her dreams. His attraction to her grows and their chemistry ignites, but Jenna isn’t sure she’s truly ready to move on. How can he convince her to release the past and take a leap of faith…with him?

The impossible happens, and Jenna’s world is thrown into chaos…

Tyler is alive and re-enters Jenna’s life, burdened with guilty secrets. Jenna knows she has to try to make things work between them, if only for their son’s sake, but she’s blessed—or cursed—with vivid visions of Brady. The visions begin to consume her and leave her questioning her sanity and the bittersweet nature of her marriage.

Jenna’s dreams of Brady become her lifeline as she questions the boundaries of fantasy and reality.
Is her one hope for happiness waiting for her somewhere across the sea?

★★★★

EXCERPT:

“Tyler, wait.” She was breathless, and self-consciousness swept through her as he undressed her. Her body wasn’t the same since the accident. She was thinner from the horrible hospital food and being in a coma. She had scars from her surgery, and she was still tender in other spots, even though she didn’t look half as bad as when she’d first come to.

 

“What is it, Jenna?”

 

She blushed and felt a little silly all of a sudden. Since when had she ever been shy with him? The answer was never. “I’m different now,” she whispered. “With the scars, it’s probably not going to be very pretty to look at.”

 

He didn’t answer. Instead he continued to undress her until she stood before him completely nude. “Come with me.” He moved her in front of a long mirror and lifted her chin so she was forced to look at herself. “You’re beautiful, Jenna.”

 

His lips were close to her ear, and his breath was warm and soothing. It gave her a chill as she leaned into him. “I’m glad you think so.”

 

“You’re trim.” He continued trailing his hands from her hips up to cup her breasts. “And perky, perfect. God, Jenna, your breasts are just right the way they lay in my hands.” He tested their weight in each as he fondled them, stroking his thumbs

across her hardened peaks.

 

“Tyler, don’t stop.” Breathless, and weak in the knees, she leaned into his embrace while he teased and tweaked her nipples. She reached back to stroke him, but he moved to stand in front of her instead.

 

Starting with her feet, he gazed up her entire body with lust. Once he reached her eyes again, he said, “The scars are still healing and barely noticeable. You’ve been through hell, and you’re still so damn sexy.”

★★ Meet the Author ★★

Jennifer Labelle

Jennifer Labelle resides in Canada with her husband and three beautiful children. After her third child she became a stay at home mom. In her busy household Jennifer likes to spend her down time engrossed in the stories that she creates. She is an active reader of romance (especially historical), mystery and anything paranormal. With an education in Addictions work she’s decided to take a less stressful approach in life and hopes that you enjoy, as she shares some of her imagination with all of you.

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Jennifer

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