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Happy Halloween Picture Capture! Read your favorite authors scenes, and get in the spooky spirit!

Capturing the moment is every author’s goal. We want to express emotions so clearly that the reader’s impacted when they put the book down. So I’ve brought you a collection of authors who are all using the exact same photograph as inspiration for a short scene. They are capturing the picture with their words. These short scenes are NOT part of a book…yet, but they will give you great insight into the authors head!

As always you’re welcome to give it a go and post your story scene in the comments, in fact, I encourage you to try it! Here’s how to do it…

2014 - 10 October

Use the prompt to write a 350 word scene.

No limitations.

No restrictions.

Let your imagination go wild.

Alongside every entry, is the authors contact links, and most recent book cover.

If you like what they did, please leave a comment or even better, buy a book!

So, here is what the authors came up with this month….





Lori KingMistress Hedonism 200x300

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“What if you don’t make it back to the gate in time?” Mia tried to ignore the sense of foreboding that filled her chest making it hard to breathe, as she waited for the full moon to appear overhead.

“I’ll make it.”

“But what if you don’t? Gavin I can’t do this without you.”

Gavin’s arms went around her instantly stopping the panic that was building inside her. “Stop doing this to yourself. You’ll be fine, with or without me. If something goes wrong, go to Nan. She’ll help you because she knows how much I love you. I have to do this, Mia. I have to know.”

She knew that. For weeks they’d been planning this night down to the final details, and now they waited outside the stone circle in the hopes that the gate to the nether would open. If all went well Gavin would cross the bridge to the other world and retrieve their sister Sia. If all didn’t go well… Mia shook her head, forcing the negative thoughts out and focused all of her mental energies on being positive. This would work. It had to.

“There it is. Now remember, we have to direct all of our magic into the stone and say the spell together.” Gavin instructed for the umpteenth time.

“I know, I remember.” She turned and reached for Ryan’s hand, linking him to her and Gavin. As Gavin’s best friend, Ryan was the only other person in the world who knew the secret of their magic, and even though he was a poor substitute for their sibling in their magical triad, Mia was relieved as hell that he’d agreed to help them.

The bright white light of the moon enveloped them, making their surroundings seem both magical and erie.

“Now, Mia.” Gavin said sharply, and together with Ryan helping form their circle they began to chant…




Amy J HawthornAmy J Hawthorn

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RIP. Rest in peace. What a fucking joke.

Mac stood, hidden in a copse of skeletal trees. He shook his head over the tombstone’s inscription and watched the couple walk away arm in arm.

Was it a blessing or a curse for Tom Barker to believe the best of his younger brother when, in fact, the man beneath the tombstone hadn’t been worth the dirt covering him, let alone tears.

Mac would know. He’d been the one to end William Barker’s life. If he could, he’d end it again. But the gratifying violence wouldn’t bring his Cecelia back.

Damn, but she was sweet. Vibrant and beautiful. She’d been everything he’d wanted in a woman when he’d never, ever expected to have light of any kind in his life. Each time he closed his eyes he saw the bright honey of her hazel eyes as she’d laughed at him the first time they’d met. The pure joy in her laugh had lanced right through him, shattering the brittle ice encasing his black heart.

She’d called him silly.

Mac Harrison Silly. No one in this life had ever called him silly. He didn’t have a single humorous bone in his body. He lurked in the shadows, walked through the night, and dealt in death.

Yet Cecelia had called him silly because he hadn’t understood why something so simple as a chocolate bar could make a person happy.

When they’d taken her, they’d not only taken the light from him but from the entire world and as she’d shown him, the world needed more of her light.

William Barker had been a low-ranking pawn and he’d died a sniveling coward. He’d known nothing but it was no matter. He’d find her. If he had to raze the city, he’d find her.

Hell, if he had to set fire to the earth, he’d find his Cecelia and lay waste to those who’d taken her. And if she’d been harmed, vengeance would go beyond the mortal realm of Earth and into the darkest depths Hell. Without her, he was already there.




Mackenzie WilliamsMackenzie Williams

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Jason paced back and forth in the damp grass. He could smell the newly fallen raindrops but none stuck to his black shoes. He watched the crowd file in between the rows of trees. Most of the women were holding handkerchiefs to their faces. The men all whole stoical masks.

He stopped walking when he saw his ex best friend, Adam, come onto the scene. Adam wore a black suit, just like all the others. He walked with his hands in his pockets and followed the rest of the mourners down the grass lane.

Jason had to fight the urge to walk straight up to Adam and punch him in the face. That thought made an annoyed grunt raise from the back of Jason’s throat. The two men had been like brothers. They met in boot camp and had fought alongside one another. All that meant nothing now. Not nothing, worse than nothing. Adam had betrayed Jason the moment he started sleeping with Jason’s true love.

Adam gently pushed his way to the front of the crowd to stand next to the newly dug grave. Jason stood silent, as did his ex comrade, through the entire funeral and burial. Long after the priest stopped talking and after the last crying family member was gone, the two men still stood, motionless. Both just staring at the new tombstone.

“I’m sorry I didn’t do more.” Adam spoke but there were no tears.

“You’re fucking right you’re sorry!” Jason shouted.

Adam blew a kiss towards the gravestone and shook his head. With one last sigh, he turned and left. Jason watched but did nothing. He didn’t know how long after that moment he stood in the trees. Hours, days, weeks? Never moving, never speaking. Finally, it happened. Mary came forward, looking just like the angel he knew she was.

“I’ve missed you, Jason.” She brought her ghostly hand up and touched his cheek.

“Me too, baby.”

“Adam was always sorry about your death, you know.”

Jason ignored the comment. They held hands and started to walk down the row of trees. Together, again.




Jade BelfreyJade Belfrey

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My mother used to say, the best way to say something unsettling is quickly – just put it out there before you have a chance to second guess yourself. So here goes: I’m dead.

Not what you thought I was going to say, right? I know, it came as a surprise to me too. One minute I was standing at the aisle ready for my forever, about to marry the tall, dark and handsome Aiden, and the next thing I know I’m in some other dimension.

I was shocked too. I was also pissed that my pretty white (I wasn’t a virgin but hey what bride is) wedding dress was exchanged for some ugly black robe. Black is really not my color, it washes me out. Unfortunately everyone here wears them.

At least that’s what Owen tells me. He’s tall and dark too. And he’s also a death dealer.

There I go again, blurting out information. He’s a death dealer, I’m a death dealer, bla bla, we’re all death dealers. Again, this is from Owen. I’ve never met anyone else. It’s just been me and him here since my wedding day and the day I died.

He was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. I had closed then at the aisle expecting a kiss from my almost-husband. Aiden was a great kisser – this I’ll admit, but there was something different about this kiss. It lit up my body in a way I’d never felt, and certainly never expected whilst in the house of the Lord. Honestly, it may have been the best kiss of my life.

Yet when I opened my eyes, it was Owen’s lips that were pressed against mine. It was his electric kiss I had felt.

I screamed.

“Calm down” he instructed.

It was impossible not to freak out. “What am I doing here?”

“I think I called you here.” He held up his hands in defense. “Unintentionally I swear.”

My chest began to heave, moments away from a full-scale panic attack. “Where the hell am I?”

“Exactly” He frowned. “We’re in hell.”




Kalissa WayneKalissa Wayne

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Mary screamed as the coffin lowered into the ground. She wasn’t dead! She couldn’t be dead. They were burying her alive! Stop!!! Please stop!!! But no matter how loudly she screamed, the dirt kept dropping onto the top of the casket.

Eventually, the sounds of the dirt stopped. Only her cries echoed inside the elegant coffin. Her tears soaked the satin below her head, her tear ducts empty. She closed her eyes, resigned to the fact she would die of suffocation deep beneath the Earth’s surface.

It was the breeze stroking the wetness of her cheeks that brought awareness. Drying her tear stains cheeks while dappled sunlight danced on her eyelids, causing strange patterns of light and dark.

Lifting her eyelids, she squinted into the sunlight. Above her, trees swayed in the breeze, leaves dancing to the joyful tune of the forest surrounding her. It looked to be a beautiful summer morning in the woods of her childhood. A shadow stood beside her, a hand held out to help her up. She raised her own hand, blocking the sun to see who stood above her. John! Oh my God, John!!!

Her husband of seventy years gently held her upraised hand and raised her to her feet. But it wasn’t old John whom she’d seen pass into the next world a couple years ago. It was John from their youth; young, virile, handsome in his tailored dark suit. As she reached her feet, she realized she was in her favorite white dress, the one she wore on their first date. As she looked where she had been laying, the headstone she had purchased for John and her to share at the graveyard sat there. But instead of having their names and dates on it, it only read “RIP.”

“Mary, my love. I know you have a lot of questions and I’ll answer them all. But to help you understand now, know this. You must pass through Mother Earth to reach the next life. Come my love, let me take you home.”

And with that, Mary and John walked into the light…




RE ButlerR.E. Butler

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Gilly peered through the portal into the outer realm. The woods looked scary, but it was the only time the veil was thin enough between the realms for her people to pass through. It was these annual visits that made Gilly’s otherwise mundane life as a starship lab technician exciting. On this night, known in the earthly realm as All Hallows Eve, she and her people would gather on their home planet of Merr and pass through the portal.

“You think he’ll be there?” Her friend Jolie asked.

“He has been for the last two years,” Gilly said uncertainly. He was an alpha werewolf; a powerful male, and would eventually find a mate. She could never be that mate. Her people were forbidden from remaining for more than twenty-four hours. If she stayed, her people would come for her and she’d be punished severely – a few dozen years in confinement on one of the prison ships that orbited their dead moon. He would be welcome on Merr, but she would never ask him to give up everything for her.

One by one, her people filed through the shimmery portal and went their way. Gilly found herself alone in the woods. Her heart sank as she realized the man she’d been looking forward to seeing was absent. She took a step back toward the portal.

“Leaving so soon?”

She turned with a gasp to see Lux dressed in a sharp suit. He grabbed her, lowering his mouth to hers.

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” she whispered.

“Tomorrow when the moon rises in the sky, I want to come with you.”

“You do?”

“You don’t have a male in your own realm do you?”


“Then it’s settled. Tonight we’ll say farewell to my pack and tomorrow we’ll start the next chapter of our life on Merr.”

They sealed their declaration with a kiss and headed into the darkness to say goodbye. She’d always dreaded the rising of the moon, but she eagerly looked forward to it. It was the first night of the rest of their lives, after all.




Samantha PotterSamantha Potter

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Misty fog surrounded the grounds as the evening sky continued to darken. The atmosphere became eerie as the animals of the night woke from their daily slumber. Eye’s glowed from above as they watched the forms below them. Silvia turned her attention towards the ongoing noises, her eyes glowed a bright red as tears of blood trickled from her eyes. Sending a warning to the animal’s above to stop there annoying noise’s. Silvia mourned the loss of her brother, hitting a point where it was becoming too much to bare. Suddenly there was nothing, silence had filled the air. She let out a small sigh of relief before cuddling the strong masculine creature standing close, her mate. As they stared intently at the large block of cement in front of them, a permanent reminder that the person buried here was no longer part of this world. A sign for those that walked the grounds of the cemetery that the form buried here was once loved by many and missed by all.

“All will be right, I promise you this.” Silvia’s mate assured her.

The grief of her brothers passing had become overwhelming, her body shook with shock, constantly reminding Silvia of the memories that led to her brother’s sudden passing.

She grabbed her partner’s hand pulling him away, begging to leave the gloomy surroundings of the cemetery. He willingly followed her lead as they walked the hidden path. The further away they became the more relieved Silvia felt as if she had jut escaped the nightmare she had experiences the past few days, as it hit the darkest, coldest part of the night. Thicker fog seeped along the ground making it almost impossible to see, protecting the secrets that may occur during this time. The soil beneath the headstone began to move as the ground shook, parting the soil. A hand broke free from its underground prison, awakening the un-dead and allowing them to walk the earth once again.




Alanea AlderAlanea Alder

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“Hand it over Angelique. I saw you snag his soul, it doesn’t belong to you,” Damian said holding out his hand.

Angelique pouted, her red lips forming a pretty bow. “It’s just one teeny tiny soul, can’t I keep this one?” She ran a scarlet fingernail up and down his damp, navy blue suit jacket.

“No. This was a good man, he died protecting the woman he loved. His soul will be taken to a place where he will know peace.”

The woman dug into the pocket of her long white coat and pulled out a perfect silver orb. She turned it over in her hand. “But it’s so pretty, it sparkles more than the others.”

“That’s because the souls you usually handle are covered in a fine layer of grim and smut. This one is pure. There aren’t too many men like him out there anymore. It’s a shame he had to die so young.” He plucked the orb from her hand. Her eyes flashed a molten gold color, before she quickly hid her anger.

“Let’s make a bet,” she said as a devilish smile graced her lips.

Damian shook his head. “That seductive smile may work with others, but not with me. You’re thousands of years too young to trick me into giving up this soul.” Though he spoke with a smile, his handsome features had hardened.

Angelique stamped her foot. “You can’t be older than me!”

Damian chuckled and kept walking. Cursing Angelique followed him until they reached a fork in the road, one led upward to a hill, the other downward towards a dark valley.

“Trot back home and tell your master you failed. These group of men belong to me. I was kind to you, I won’t be so kind to the next thief.”

“My master will definitely hear about this. Those souls hold more value than you could possibly know,” she hissed.

He smiled at her. “I know more than anyone, the value of these men’s souls. The group of men you have targeted are mine to protect, they are true warriors.”

“My master will destroy you.” Her eyes were no longer seductive but filled with hate.

“He could not destroy me in Heaven and he cannot destroy me now. You know me as Damian, but I have another name.” He turned his back to her and began walking up the sunlit hill.

“Who are you?” she whispered stepping back defensively.

He stopped and without turning spoke a name that had her racing into the shadows.





Corinne DaviesCorinne Davies

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“Do you know what I love the most about you?” Bryan asked as he shrugged his suit jacket on.

Noelly smiled over at him as she slipped the strap of her blood bra over her shoulder. “The little I do with my hips when I’m riding you?”

“Well yes, but that’s not what I was thinking of…” His mouth dried out when she bent over to step into the red g-string he’d removed with his teeth earlier. Her ass was lush, creamy and as red as her panties and bra. He was sorry to see it disappear underneath her pristine white dress. His formerly sated cock jumped at the idea of her stretched out across the bench seat of his truck, her face in his lap as he pulled up the back of her dress to smack her ass and make her moan.

“You were saying?”

Her question jolted him out of a pleasant mental image he planned to make a reality. Wrapping his fingers around her hand, he brought it up to his face, brushing his lips against the soft skin of her knuckles.

“You are the only woman who can still surprise me. “ Keeping a firm grip on her hand, he supported her as she lifted each foot and slipped her heels back on. “I distinctly remember you saying you wanted to dance on that old bitch’s grave in a red dress.”

She winked saucily over his shoulder, “The horizontal mambo is a kind of dance.”



Thank you so much to all of the authors who participated! I hope you’ll encourage us by letting us know if you would like us to continue our specific stories. Just leave a comment for us in the comment section. We’ll be back November 30th with another one!

As always Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance! ~ Lori


Watching Sin is FREE!

The first story in the popular Fetish & Fantasy Series, Watching Sin is now completely free on Amazon, All Romance, and Smashwords! Grab your copy now and free your fantasies! A Fetish & Fantasy Short Story1 - 200x300

12 books on sale for .99!!! JK Publishing is supporting Breast Cancer! #savethetatas

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JK Publishing is hosting an event throughout the entire month of October in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness. Featured titles offered at .99 with proceeds going to the Breast Cancer Awareness Susan G. Komen fund will be offered each week. We will also be giving over a thousand prizes away each day with informative facts and preventive methods in the fight of breast cancer. Join the fun and help save the Ta-Ta’s!

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Desolation by KD Jones and a chance to support Breast Cancer Research!

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KD Jones is back with a new book in a brand new series! The biggest question I had to ask is: How is this new book different from your others?

“Desolation is different from what I have written before. The main difference is that most of the story is taking place on Earth. This story is one of those that have haunted me endlessly until I finally started to write it. I like the message that this story promotes. That even in times of desolation, there can be hope.”


Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. M/F

Maggie James was sixteen years old when the Earth self-destructed. She’s spent the years since fighting to protect herself and the band of subway-dwelling misfits who took her in. Every day is a struggle to survive, and she’s seen the best and the worst of humanity. Hope seems lost until a tall, gorgeous hunk of a man from another world appears out of nowhere.

Captain Liam Estros a soldier for the Drastan Nation who has been sent to investigate a mayday call over five years old. Believing the detour a waste of time, he doesn’t take the hunt for survivors seriously until he’s captured and taken hostage by a small human woman.

In a world torn asunder by ignorance and violence, some will always revel in the chaos, preying on those just trying to survive. Heroes will rise from the ashes, and hope will come from the stars. Two hearts and two species. They must both overcome terrible odds to find love in desolation.



earth evolution FINAL cover NEW“Mmm . . . oh God, yes.” Her head tilted back and she felt the ice cream and chocolate slide down her throat.

“I like the sounds you make,” Liam said. He was fighting every instinct he had to take her in his arms and claim her. The sounds she was making reminded him too much of the noises he imagined she would make during sex. Every moan seemed to stroke his shaft. He moved closer, taking the spoon so that he could feed her the cake and ice cream.

“Do you like that, Maggie?”


“Do you want more? You have to ask me.”

“Please, give me more Liam.” Her eyes seemed to glaze over.

“Take it from me, Maggie.” Liam put a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth and leaned over to kiss her.

The flavor combination of Maggie and sweet ice cream was his undoing, and hers.

“Liam, I want more.”



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Release day! Mistress Hedonism (Fetish & Fantasy 3)

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Ana Gregory and her submissive Foster Craft are happy together. They enjoy a relationship that indulges their hedonistic desires, as well as gives them the security of a partner in real life. Until another submissive shines a light on the cracks in their foundation by asking to join their pairing.

Foster’s in love with Ana, and he would do anything to please her, but sleeping with a man who hurt them both is a huge test of trust; even if he wants the man in question, with every fiber of his being.

Four months ago Wyatt Marks made a huge mistake, but it brought him to some life-changing realizations. Now he has the opportunity to right his wrongs with Ana and Foster, as well as indulge the secret fantasies he’s hidden from himself all his life.

When the triad comes together the fires are hot, but will they all get burned in the process? Or will this one night of pleasure, fulfill a lifetime of fantasies for all of them?

Warning: Adult Themes-For Mature Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. F/M/M, graphic language, consensual BDSM, spanking, public sex, M/M intercourse, HEA.


“Say it. And be clear about what you’re saying because I’m walking a tight rope here between punching you in the face before walking out that door, and…” Foster’s voice drifted off, but Wyatt could see the spark of desire in his glare. The fire of hope lit in his chest, and he stepped closer to the other man, their bodies nearly touching.

“I want you. I fucked up, because I was scared of the fact that I wanted to fuck you, and be fucked by you.” Wyatt murmured. His mouth was so close to Foster’s that he knew the other man could feel the heat of his breath against his lips, and he watched with glee as Foster’s tongue darted out to lick his lips.

The temperature in the small room spiked, and Wyatt’s heart raced in his chest while he waited for Foster to respond. They exchanged breaths before their lips met as though magnets drawn by a force of nature. It was his first time kissing a man, and he was pleasantly surprised to find it was no different than kissing a woman. Harder, and more passionate perhaps, but the mechanics were the same.

From the moment they made contact, Wyatt took control of their lip lock, pressing Foster backward until his ass hit the counter again. Once he could go no further, Wyatt added his hands into the mix, gripping Foster’s face in his big palms, and holding him in place while their tongues danced sensually. Exploring each other, and finding a new sexy way of speaking without a word.

Behind the zipper of his jeans, his cock was hard as stone, and his balls were burning. He could feel the long length of Foster’s erection pressed against his abdomen, and when Foster’s hands came up to explore the bare skin of his chest, he groaned his approval. Before he could duplicate the gesture, a soft knock on the door startled them both and they jerked apart, panting for air.

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September Picture Capture! Flash Fiction with heat… #PictureCapture

Capturing the moment is every author’s goal. We want to express emotions so clearly that the reader’s impacted when they put the book down. So I’ve brought you a collection of authors who are all using the exact same photograph as inspiration for a short scene. They are capturing the picture with their words. These short scenes are NOT part of a book…yet, but they will give you great insight into the authors head!

As always you’re welcome to give it a go and post your story scene in the comments, in fact, I encourage you to try it! Here’s how to do it…2014 - 9 September

Use the photo prompt to write a 350 word scene.

No limitations. No restrictions.

Let your imagination go wild.

Alongside every entry, is the authors contact links, and most recent book cover.

If you like what they did, please leave a comment or even better, buy a book!

So, here is what the authors came up with this month….

Lori KingMistress Hedonism 200x300

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Trying to focus on reading the map was difficult with Kayla sitting so close. Her scent filled his nose making his cock ache, and every time her arm brushed his he wanted to jump out of his skin. But as much as he wanted her; fear kept him from opening his mouth. She was his best friend. His only link to the past that he kept close. What if she didn’t feel the same?

“I think if we take the trail through the ravine we’ll make it to the peak by tomorrow afternoon. That will let me get some great photos in the woods as well as some at the top. Then we can take the cliff trail back and stop by the river for a few shots there.” Kala spoke as she ran her fingertip over the crinkling paper, indicating the places she wanted to go. Mark’s eyes followed the pale pink tip of her finger wondering what it would feel like to have her stroke it over his body so gently. “Mark? Is that alright?”

The question startled him, and he jumped, and met her questioning gaze. “Yeah, that’s fine. Whatever you think. You’re the photographer.”

She smiled at him and giggled, “I’m getting smarter in my old age though. I’ve learned to trust my models to give me their opinions.”

“Well my opinion, is that we do whatever you want to do. I’ll just stand there and look pretty.” He teased back. She pushed him with her shoulder.

“That’s right, I forgot. You’ve got the easy job.”

Laughing, he wrapped an arm around her, and pulled her close, trying to ignore the jump in his heart rate and the thickening behind his zipper. “I didn’t see you carrying the tent on your back uphill for the last five miles.”

“And you won’t see me carrying it for the next ten either.” She said with a snort as she elbowed him lightly, and they began to tussle playfully. As they laughed and wrestled she ended up underneath him, her beautiful brown hair loosened from her ponytail and her smile turning her full lips up at the corners. In an instant the mood shifted, and the air crackled with sexual awareness around them.



Jessica AndersonJessica Anderson

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She could feel the sweat pouring down her forehead as she looked up at the hot sun, she felt a relieving breeze flow through her sweat soaked hair, cooling her off almost instantly. She looked to her side and smiled, remembering why she was doing this.  Her husband had been away on deployment for six months now and he had just barely come home, so they were hiking up to a hidden hot spring for the weekend, so neither of them would have cell phone reception so they wouldn’t be bothered, at all.  She had been looking forward to this since the day she read his last letter.

Last time he came home on deployment they both were receiving phone calls as if they were the last people left on earth for people to bother, and they barely got any time alone, either people needed her and Kurt to go help them, or they wanted to come over, this time was definitely going to be different. Kurt set his bag down and pulled out a map to make sure they were going in the right direction.

After checking all the landmarks they had passed and looking at the compass to make sure that they were going the right way he passed her a bottle of water. She smiled warmly then took a big gulp of the water.  “Let’s go.”  She said as she stood.  She walked up to him and kissed his lips briskly, she missed the way she felt when she kissed him.  She started jogging, knowing that they were only a mile away now, after a long ten mile hike, just seemed to drive her to go faster.

She couldn’t wait to be alone with her husband, completely alone, where no one could disturb them. When they got there, the distance they had come was all worth it and the journey itself was a wonderful experience with her and Kurt.  She stripped her clothes off and tested the water, before she dove right in.  Kurt followed right behind her.



Samantha PotterSamantha Potter

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Watching as Blake stared at the map in front of him, hoping to find a path home. Darkness was drawing near. Linda secretly hoped that they would be forced to spend the night. She watched closely as his muscles flexed slightly with every move he made. Her heart began to race as heated images filled her mind, fantasy’s overwhelming her imagination.

“I’m unsure which path is the best to take in order to get home safely.” He said, interrupting Linda’s intimate thoughts.

“Oh, well it’s close to sunset, should we camp here tonight? Maybe plan the best path home together?” she asked, her heart almost stopped beating as she desperately waited for his reply.

“I think you are right. It’s best we take our time, I’d hate to send us in the wrong direction.”

Linda glared at Blake; shock took over her ability to react. Tears of joy began to form as she attempted to gather herself. Blake proceeded to light the camp fire. Linda couldn’t wait any longer to make her move. She made her way inside the tent, closing the zipper behind her. She made her way to her suitcase, grabbing out her sexiest lingerie. Placing the silky garment over her head as she struggled to place the tight material over her body. She checked her hair and makeup before making her way outside. She posed the best she could beside the tent, presenting herself to Blake. Praying he would respond by ripping her clothing straight off her body.

“Blake” She said in a seductive voice.

“Hmm?” he replied, enchanted with the burning fire before him.

“Blake, I have a gift for you.” She announced.

Blake’s eyes widened at the sight before him, he stood instantly. Taking one step at a time, he slowly unbuttoned his top as he made his way towards Linda. Her smile widened at his response, her eyes darting towards his crotch noticing the large figure forming in his pants. Once Blake was close enough she launched towards him, jumping into his arms. He held her tightly against his body.




KD JonesKD Jones

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Lindsey was pissed. She came on this camping trip with her daughter, a good mother/daughter bonding trip right? But the moment she arrived she was met with nothing but resistance from the camp leader, Derrick Mayfield. He had always been able to push her buttons.

She went to school with him and he was always bothering her. When she was a junior in high school things changed. Derrick was busy playing football and dating the cheerleaders. Casey started dating Tom Walsh, the jerk she would later marry and divorce within a year of marriage.

It had been over five years since she had seen Derrick. He returned from college with a debutante he met. They had two little girls. Then his wife up and left him. He got his divorce decree a few months ago.

Derrick made an announcement. “Okay girls, time to go out and find firewood. Leaders Marsha and Dan will go with you. I’ll stay here with Mrs. Walsh and set up the rest of the tents.”

What the hell? She didn’t want to be alone with this guy. She tried to hide her expression as she looked down at her beaming daughter. “Be careful and listen to the camp leaders.”

“Okay Mom. See ya later.” Her daughter bounced off with the rest of the camp leaving Lindsey alone with him. Ignoring him, she went to grab one of the tents not yet put together.

“Lindsey, I think we need to talk.” Derrick said from right behind her.

“Can you grab the instructions over there and help me with this tent?” She didn’t want to talk.

He grabbed the instructions and knelt down beside her. “These are ridiculous instructions. Who the hell can read this shit?”

She grabbed the instructions from him. He tried to grab them back. She shoved his shoulder and he shocked her by pulling her into his arms.

“What are you doing?” Her heart was racing and her breathing was erratic.

“Something I should have done years ago.” He leaned down and kissed her.

Oh God yes.


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Cory pointed at the map but the last thing he cared about was the blue spot beside her finger. A fine wisp of hair pulled free from her ponytail and teased the skin below his ear. The scent of honeysuckle filled him until all he could think about sampling a kiss to see if she tasted as sweet as she smelled.

“Hello? Mike? Are you there?” Her amused voice broke through the fog.

“Yeah, I’m here. So what’s the plan?” Another breeze blew through, this one harder than the last.

“I think we should follow the right fork on the trail down to the lake.” Low thunder rumbled in the distance while he squashed the urge to confess he’d follow her to the ends of the earth. But he couldn’t. On a search as important as this one, there was no room for emotion or lust. Certainly, not both.

“Why do you think we should try that path?” He focused on the reason they’d come to Poppy Mountain.

“I think everyone’s over thinking this. These are scared teenagers who don’t have a lot of experience in the outdoors. I think we need to look at the easier routes.”

Another gust of wind grabbed at the corners of the map and pulled. The air filled with dampness and thunder rumbled louder.

He hated the worry he heard in her voice. Cory might be tough as nails on the outside, but on the inside, she had the softest heart he’d ever known.

“You know this mountain better than anyone. If that’s where your gut’s pulling you, that’s where we’ll go. You want to pack up and keep moving, don’t you?” He saw the fight in her blue eyes. Worry for the lost teens and the need to find them battled with the knowledge that they had to stop for the night.

“It’s beautiful, but this mountain’s deadly. It’ll be dark soon.”

“Storm’s coming. Get inside.” Forget waiting. She needed his touch now. If taking her here and now would banish the demons in her eyes, he’d break every rule in the book.



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Sherry crawled out of the tent quietly and stretched her arms above her head. The sun was just below the peaks to the east as she straightened her back prior to reaching inside the tent flap for her backpack. She pulled a breakfast bar out and ate it while watching the sunrise. The air was crystal clear, if a tad chilly, at this altitude and the sounds of the natural world coming awake brought a smile to her face.

The sky lightened to purple, then pink, then burst into a bright yellow blaze as the sun crested the mountains. Closing her eyes she soaked in the warmth, thankful for another day. Only two more days left on this trip, then it was back to “real life” and all that entailed. Treatments would start next week and she hoped and prayed she would be strong enough.

“Mornin’ my love.” Sherry jerked slightly as his deep husky voice sounded next to her ear and his hand touched her cheek. Turning her head, she looked into his deep brown eyes and smiled.

“Morning sleepy head. You need to get up and get moving, we’re burning daylight!” She tried to laugh, but his lips captured hers in a tender, loving kiss. His lips had always been a weakness of hers, being both soft and velvety but hard and demanding at times.

James groaned and moved his head back. Even being freshly awakened, he was sexy as hell to her. He was her world, and she had to keep tamping down her fears.

“We need to decide which trail to take back down the mountain, so grab me a bar, a bottle of water and the map. If we get half-way down today, I’ll cook dinner tonight.”

Sherry handed him breakfast and spread the map out while he ate. After debating the best route down, they packed up camp and started out.

Sherry hoped his treatments went well. She couldn’t live alone if he died of breast cancer…



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Brett unfolded the map. “Just to the west of the creek is the claim I want to buy.”

Dianna smiled. She was learning that when Brett was interested in something, there was no containing his excitement. It was charming actually, and was the opposite of the meek IT guy he was at work. She had seen him every morning for the past six months. At first he would just look at her and blush. Slowly she got him out of his shell. They had become friends and recently he had revealed to her his dream of buying his family’s former land claim.

When he had mentioned that he camped out here on the week-ends — just him, the stars and his big dreams — she knew that this would be her opportunity to finally spend some time alone with him. He had been surprised when she had asked to come along with him today, but had agreed and picked her up just after dawn.

They had driven the few hours up to this area and set up their tents. Although he loved the land, he was content to view it from afar.

Just looking wasn’t enough for Dianna. She wanted more.

“Where you’d like to build a house?” Dianna leaned forward, her hand bumping against his as she helped smooth down the map.

“Right here, there’s a big tree that throws perfect shade.”

“Here?” Dianna reached out and touched the map. This time her hand lingered against his. She was rewarded by his sharp intake of breath.

He turned and looked her straight in the eye. Usually he looked away from her, but not this time.

“What do you think Dianna? I’ve saved up enough now for the down payment.”

“It’s beautiful. I would love to live here…if you’d have me.” She swallowed his shock by pressing her lips against his.

Brett hesitated just a second before leaning into the kiss and closing his eyes. Soon he was pulling her closer and gently massaging her tongue with his own. Mousy IT guy no more, his hidden alpha was finally released.



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“Come on David, you have been looking at that map for over an hour.”

“I know what I’m doing Becky, damn it I know how to read a map,” He grumbled.

Sure he does I thought. We had at least set up base camp. Why did I decide to come with him anyway? Oh yeah, It was supposed to be a bonding weekend to rekindle the flame.

It was not working; neither of us had been trying for months now. We were more friends than lovers and I think we both new that.

I glanced at my watch and guessed we had another two hours before sunset, standing up I stretched.

David did not even glance up from the map.

“I think I will go for a walk and explore the area for a little bit, while there is still light. I won’t go far, and I have my mobile.”

“Sure,” he muttered.

Not even a good bye or be careful. I sighed.

I know he cared, but things had become so strained that, well I was starting to think this whole trip was a bad idea.

If we even made it through the night without falling out, I would call it lucky.

I began to wonder aimlessly, always keeping the camps location in the back of my mind.

The sound of rushing water lured me and I ended up next to the river. Well at least we had a plentiful supply of water.

Disheartened I sat down on the grassy bank, watching the water flow past. It was peaceful here, just the sounds of nature.

That was until I heard the sounds of crying.

“What in the world?”

I rose to my feet and began to look for whatever was making that sound. I swear to God it sounded like a kid.

There were bushes not twenty feet from me and when I parted them, there was a toddler. She was naked and tears tracked her face.

“Oh my God,” I whispered.

She startled and before I could blink a wolf pup was scrambling away from me.

“What,” I gasped.


Thank you so much to all of the authors who participated! I hope you’ll encourage us by letting us know if you would like us to continue our specific stories. Just leave a comment for us in the comment section. We’ll be back on Halloween with another one!

As always Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance! ~ Lori

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Ana Gregory and her submissive Foster Craft are happy together. They enjoy a relationship that indulges their hedonistic desires, as well as gives them the security of a partner in real life. Until another submissive shines a light on the cracks in their foundation by asking to join their pairing.

Foster’s in love with Ana, and he would do anything to please her, but sleeping with a man who hurt them both is a huge test of trust; even if he wants the man in question, with every fiber of his being.

Four months ago Wyatt Marks made a huge mistake, but it brought him to some life-changing realizations. Now he has the opportunity to right his wrongs with Ana and Foster, as well as indulge the secret fantasies he’s hidden from himself all his life.

When the triad comes together the fires are hot, but will they all get burned in the process? Or will this one night of pleasure, fulfill a lifetime of fantasies for all of them?

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Stop Book Pirates! Share Book Titles not Books!


Imagine for a moment, that you’ve spent days, weeks, or even months, working on a huge sales pitch and campaign that’s going to be a huge income boost to your wallet, only to walk into work one day and find that someone has stolen all of your research, and your painstakingly drafted plans, and handed them over to the public—for free.

Everyday authors are faced with this exact scenario. We pour our heart and soul into our work, only to have pirates give it away. In general book pirates aren’t bad people. A woman who sends it to her mom and her sister, and oh yeah, that lady at the PTO that she saw reading a similar story the other day—is still a book pirate. A member of a social media group that’s “private” where everyone “shares” the books they love so that everyone has a chance to read them—is still a pirate. Sure, there are terrible websites out there where books have been uploaded by the thousands, and those are highly publicized pirates, but most of the illegal downloading happens between everyday people. The moment you send that book to another person, you’ve literally stolen money out of the author’s pocket.

Authors are rarely high-income earners. Most have to scrape and make it paycheck to paycheck just like you, so please remember that when you attach that eBook you won last month to an email and mass send it to your book club. How many authors have had to stop writing because they couldn’t make enough money to survive? Would things have been different if all the copies illegally downloaded had been paid for?

How can you help? Share book titles with your friends, not books. Make a list of your favorite eBooks and post them in the comments here, or post them on your social media sites. Share the links when your favorite authors have new releases, but don’t share the actual book file.

And, if you see an illegal download site, or spot a book pirate sharing books illegally PLEASE get in contact with the author directly or the publisher. DO NOT SHARE THE LINK on your social media sites. It’s only advertising for them. Help authors so that we can continue to write stories for you.

Caress of the Wolf is in PRINT!

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How I choose to remember September 11, 2001

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On September 11, 2001 I was just like everyone else. I was naive, and sheltered and never imagined the horror that would unfold in our country that morning. I don’t need to post pictures of the events of that day, because I can still vividly remember them in my mind and in my nightmares. Anyone who was alive at the time will have SOME memories of that day. There has not been a year since that I haven’t paused to remember where I was that day, how I felt while I watched the attacks, and reflect upon all of the lives that were touched that day. It wasn’t just the people who died and their families that were forever changed. It was our entire world.  I’m sharing my story, mainly because this is my blog, and it’s my opportunity to share it with the world. I feel connected to you this way, so if hearing about it bothers you, then please don’t read any further. Take this as your escape hatch, and know that I still appreciate your visit to my blog, and wish you a happy day.


I was 9 months pregnant with my first son. My husband at the time and I were sitting in the waiting room at the doctors office. A woman ran into the office yelling that we were being attacked at the capital. We were clearly clueless on what the hell she was talking about, but her obvious hysteria was scary. We managed to get through our OB appointment, and hurry home to our small apartment.

We had just been married three days before, and moved into our first place together. We didn’t even have cable. We didn’t need it. Using the antennae on the top of a 13inch T.V. we managed to turn the T.V. on just in time to see the second plane hit. I remember vividly screaming, and dropping onto my knees. I couldn’t grasp that it was really happening, and my brain kept going over the things that those people must be experiencing.

We sat in horror and shock just like the rest of the world, watching people die, and people run for their lives. We were faced with true villains, and the most heroic of hero’s that day. I learned personally, that you can’t stop bad people from doing bad things. I found a faith that I had lost many years before. I felt the pride of my nation, and the anger of the families affected. All of this, as I sat and watched it on a tiny television, in Topeka, Kansas.

I can’t relate to the people who lived it. Nor would I ever attempt to do so. That is a hell that I would never wish upon anyone, or attempt to compare with. I can only say that I was there, supporting you. While you grieved, I grieved with you for your loved one. While you prayed, I prayed with you for your loved one. While you cried, I cried more tears than I can count.

At the time I couldn’t help but wonder, what kind of a world I was bringing my child into. Now I’m able to say, that I have done my best to teach him about what happened. He asks questions, and I try to answer honestly, but just like anyone who lived through a monumental disaster, I can’t share with him the feelings from that day. So I share them with you. I hope you find some hope, or comfort, or solace in my story. I have no doubt you shared some of my emotions that day. The most important thing I think that we all learned is to take every day as if it might be your last.

Always Live, Laugh, and Love as if today is your only chance. ~Lori



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