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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! https://www.facebook.com/events/810342809021998/823161037740175/?notif_t=event_mall_comment

Books on sale for a short time only! Be sure to grab them all while you can!

Weekend Surrender by Lori King

Sanctuary Within The Breed by Ryder Dane

Beat to Their Heart by Whiskey Starr

Sharing Freedom by Harley McRide

Bed of Roses by Harley McRide

Boots, Chaps, and Cowboy Hats by Jana Leigh

Raising A Cowgirl by Jana Leigh

Deadly Spurs by Jana Leigh

Tyrant’s Keep by Nancy Lommel

Covered by Bubbles by Gracie Meadows

Sapphamire by Alice Brown & Lady V

I Waited For You by Lynn Ray Lewis

 

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.

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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?”

“Yes.”

“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.

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“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.

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

 

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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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Amy J HawthornAmy J Hawthorn

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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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Kalissa WayneKalissa Wayne

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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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Jade BelfreyJade Belfrey

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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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JB MillerJB Miller

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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.

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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

PREORDER LINKS! 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. 

Series Page: http://lorikingbooks.com/series.php?series-id=35

Preorder it now on:

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Stop Book Pirates! Share Book Titles not Books!

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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!

Caress of the Wolf, the fifth book in The Gray Pack series, has officially gone to print! The cover price is $13.50, but you can grab a copy on Amazon for only $12.83 today!

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How I choose to remember September 11, 2001

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Blog Post Originally Published 9-11-12

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.

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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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Win a tons of great prizes, or even a Kindle! This month is Snarktember!

Head on over to Snarky Mom Reads and get signed up for the Kindle giveaway!

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August Picture Capture! 13 Fantastic Authors Test Their Creativity… #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 - 8 August

 

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 King A Fetish & Fantasy Short Story2 - 300x450

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Her white button down shirt was ruined, but Violet could care less. The cool ocean water flowed around their hot bodies as Ash stripped her clothes from her body leaving her shirt spread underneath her to protect her from the sandy beach.

“I want you so much, sweetness, it’s killing me.”

His breath was hot against her ear, and she moaned as his hands stroked over her. Her nipples were sharp points against the satin cups of her bra, and she wrapped her legs around his to hold him in place between her spread thighs.

“Fuck me Ash. Like your life depended on it. Take me and make me yours before you leave me.”

Emotion made her voice crack, but they both pretending it wasn’t there. Using passion and lust to cover their fear and heartache. Tomorrow was soon enough to face the future. Tonight, as the sun set on the horizon, they would come together and make magic.

Bracing himself, Ash rose up over her and stared down into her eyes. She’d never had anyone look at her like that before. Like he was hungry for her.

“I love you Violet Clawson. I’ve loved you since we were fourteen and you first tried out for the Rockets baseball team.” Ash said in a husky voice. “No matter what happens, I will always love you, and if you’re still here—”

She pressed a finger to his lush lips and shushed him, “I’ll be here, baby. I love you too. We’ll have email, and phone calls. Don’t worry, I’ll be here waiting when you get back.”

“Eight months is a long time…” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the center of her forehead.

“I gave you my heart for a lifetime, Ash. Eight months is nothing. Now, make love to me.”

 

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Jessica AndersonJessica Anderson

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She waited by the ocean’s edge, awaiting her lover’s return.  He had been aboard that pirate ship for far to long for her to be happy about.  She knew she chose to marry into this life style but she hated it.  The constant waiting and never knowing when he was coming home, or if he was even coming home.  She often thought about what would happen if he was lost at sea, or even killed, but she couldn’t see herself without the man she loved.

Her family fought her on marrying him, said a filthy pirate would never be any good for a woman of her wealth and stature, but she refused to listen.  He had her heart, and to her that was all that mattered.  The painful time that was spent away from him often got very hard for her to deal with, and it seemed to get worse every time he was away, but the time together was like heaven on earth, and the place she sat at on the shore was the pearly gates.

She was always out there before the sunset, she loved watching the sunset from the view of the ocean.  It was also the most common time for pirates to come ashore.  Then she saw the ship coming into view.  It was the most exhilarating thing she had seen in months.  Heart racing, she stood up out of the sand, her tears caught in her throat as she saw a body dive into the water before the ship could even stop.

She was frozen in place until the man came up from the water and ran up to her hugging her so tight she thought she would never be able to breathe.  “Oh Philip, I worried I would never see you again.”  The tears finally started to fall as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

“Even Davey Jones Himself couldn’t keep me away from you.”  He returned.

He took her lips in a deep, life-sucking kiss.

 

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Holly S. RobertsHolly S Roberts

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“This.” His body slowly brushed against mine.

“Right here.” He lowered his head until I tasted his lips.

“Is why I love you.” He took my mouth.

Air wasn’t necessary. His breath filled me. The cool ocean water did nothing to soothe the burning ache that raged within. He pulled back and I drowned in his green eyes once more.

“Say you love me,” he whispered.

I froze. Three simple words. Words I never trusted anyone enough to speak.

His eyes darkened and for a moment I thought he would leave me—wanting him. Needing him so I could breathe again.

The intensity in his gaze ignited. “You say it every time you look at me. Every time you scream my name when you come. Someday you’ll say the words but until then show me.”

He let me off the hook again. Showing was easy. I pushed my hips upward.

“You’re mine,” he groaned before taking my mouth once more.

I was. I loved him.

And that’s why I hated myself. He was a job and my betrayal would kill him.

 

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Samantha PotterSamantha Potter

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Droplets of water from his masculine body dripped one by one. Landing on my body, chilling the area immediately, lying under his taught body as my mind flickered back and forth from memories to present. Trying to block out what I’d just witnessed. I looked up into his pale green eyes, looking for any sign to prove he was human.

Only moments ago I was sitting on the beach, watching the large waves hit the surface with a splash. The sun drifting down slowly igniting many shades of colour illuminating the sky, I believe it was a warning. As each day finished the sun would try to shine for a bit longer. Unfortunately given the day I had I was feeling rebellious. Heading to the beach instead of the comfortable surroundings of my home. Watching the current glide in, the cool breeze cooling my skin almost instantly.

Until it happened, thinking I had gone completely mad. Watching something swoop out of the water before diving back in, my heart beat reacting to the odd sight. Goosebumps forming on my skin, it felt as if the air had cooled incredibly within minutes.  Time was limited and my reaction was slow as i watched this creature jump once more, knocking me back into the sand. The full weight of his body leaning on mine was making it hard to breath.

“What on earth are you?” I asked in a shaky voice.

“Your worst nightmare.” He responded in a husky but determined voice.

I could feel my heart rate jump, the pressure from his body making it hard to move. His wet hair covering his eyes partially, making this creature even more mysterious. As he looked directly into my eyes, I couldn’t help but stare back. Staring into his soul, fear leaving me almost immediately as a clear indication of his intentions became clear. Feeling his overly large package dug into my thigh. Lust slowly building as my attraction to this man became clearer.

 

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KD JonesKD Jones

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After years of being only a wife and mother, Leslie’s life became all about other people. She did not have anything for herself. Then one day, her husband left her for a younger woman and her children grew up and moved away to live their own lives. She felt an emptiness in her life.

On a spur of the moment decision she bought a vacation deal for a week at an island in Fiji. She thought, “What the hell, I deserve this.”

Day one she slept most of the time from jet lag. Day two she ventured out to the restaurant and the pool. By day three she was on the beach and she never wanted to leave. It was pure paradise.

It was on the beach that she met someone that would change her life forever. Robert Caraway was a kayak instructor. He was in his late forties but was still buff and in shape. He had sandy blond hair and blue eyes that almost matched the water he spent most of his time in. She flirted with him when he took her on a kayak lesson and to her surprise, he flirted back.

She only booked one lesson with him but he asked for her to come back the next day. He took them on the kayak to a more secluded island. They pulled the kayak up on the beach so that they could make lunch.

They talked about their lives. Robert was a widower. His only daughter was in college. He used to be a pilot but retired and came to Fiji to open his own Kayak shop. It was his dream. When he asked Leslie what her dream was, she had only one that came to her mind.

“I want to make wild passionate love on this beach with you.”

She felt his hands caress her as his body pressed her into the sand. This was crazy. She should tell him to stop. But she did not want to. She needed this, needed to be touched, needed to be reminded that she was still a woman.

 

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JC CerrigoneJustine Cerrigone

Links:  Website   Amazon   Mike’s Tree of Life

The briny scent of the sea burned her nostrils as Kate welcomed his weight.

“You ready?” Dale’s body grinded into hers.

The sunset seared her eyes as she stared into his. Her sedated expression gleamed in them.

“That sand’s gonna scratch and scrape across your flesh, just like my cock’s going to do to those soft, tender insides of yours,” he whispered.

“I’ve been ready for you since our flight tickets were punched back at the airport,” Kate said, her tone tight with effort.

They’d met on the plane, both disgruntled over having to make sudden trips due to their business obligations.

Dale’s occasional glances throughout the flight had rattled her bones, the attraction intense accompanying an acute certainty.

“What happens once we get off this beach and reality belts us across the face?” Kate snaked her arms around his neck, his skin hot and damp.

“You’re only three hours south of the tri-state area.”  Dale’s palm slid over her breast, fingering her nipple, a nipple that hadn’t had such an aroused peak in months.  His mouth descended on hers. His tongue artfully traced her mouth, bathing her teeth with his moisture.

Thick, sea air moved between them when he pulled back. His brows pulled together.

“I know,” Kate laughed, feeling the additional heat fire in her cheeks.  “I sound like a virgin.  Don’t worry…I’m not planning the wedding,” she said, jokingly.

Dale shrugged.

“I’m not worried, baby.  You sound like a woman who just wants to make sure we have enough to go on so we’ll see each other again.”  Dale’s hand roamed; his touch soothing.  His spell expanded over her, like a puddle during a downpour.

The waves curled and sloshed, edging up the sand, seeping beneath her, cooling her firry skin.

“I suppose so,” Kate sighed, her ribs pressing against the weight of him.

“Let me give it to you straight up,” Dale said, straddling over her hips.  “Once I baptize you,” his pelvis rolled over hers.  “There’s no going back.”

 

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Kalissa WayneKalissa Wayne

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He awoke where the hurricane ravaged waves must have tossed him. Disoriented, he raised his head to look around. The beach didn’t look familiar, but then beaches were rearranged by storms. The burning pain in his body reminded him that he had a passenger he needed to be rid of, and quickly.

Concentrating inward, he separated his molecules from the human he had absorbed from the shipwreck. Stupid humans couldn’t believe that they weren’t as powerful as nature and constantly dared the storms upon the waters. He had happened across a sinking ship on his way to Atlantis and found a lone survivor struggling to reach the surface. He hadn’t had time to see who it was he saved, but absorbed the human’s essence before it was too late.

Even amidst the pain of separation, he was aware that the form taking shape below him was very curvy and very feminine. Once the pain ceased, he opened his eyes and caught his breathe. Lying beneath him was the woman from his dreams.

Her face was ashen and a gash across her forehead was beginning to well with blood but it was her. Her breathing was shallow but seemed to be gaining strength even as he checked her pulse, which was slow but steady. Her damp, dark hair spread around her head in the shallow puddle of water surrounding them.

Even as he watched, her eyelids fluttered and she opened her eyes. Turquoise blue like the equatorial waters, swirling with a mist of confusion, her eyes slowly focused on his face hovering just above hers. As her eyes cleared and settled on his, she opened her mouth and screamed….

 

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Jade BelfreyJade Belfrey

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“The plan couldn’t have come together better.”

She smiled. “Better for who, Ian?”

They laughed together. Although they both were free and clear of all charges now, they would never be off the radar of the men who wanted Ian’s blood.

It was a fight that had brought then to the ‘edge of the world’. Martie appreciated the island’s nickname now, as the sun dipped under the horizon. This wasn’t a bad way to spend their last night here. Although this place held some bad memories for her, it was still where she had fallen in love with Ian. No matter what happened when they got home, no one could take that precious memento of the tropics from her.

Martie felt Ian’s hand on her cheek, gently guiding her face away from the scenery. “Wanna let me in on what has you so worried?”

She bit her lip. “What happens when we leave here?” She had never thought that she would want more from him, but she did. She wanted it all. What had they been fighting for here if none of it mattered state-side?

“Well first, you’re no longer my secretary.”

“I’m not?” Martie was shocked. Ian couldn’t fire her. Not after five years at the company, and certainly not after her work here.

“Nope. You’re my partner now. And your apartment will be boxed up immediately.”

“Really, Ian? Where would you suggest I live?”

“With me.” He kissed her gently, his lips telling her that everything in their relationship had changed in the last ten days. “You’re mine now.”

Martie barely registered him unfastening each button on her white blouse before he pushed the shirt open. “People can see us here!”

The devilish look was back in his eyes. “I’m counting on that, Miss Keegan.” His hard body pushed her back down into the sand. She sighed as his hands forced her arms over her head in submission to him.

This time when he bent his head to kiss her, she kissed him back with an overwhelming need. It was true; she was his now, body and soul.

 

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Michelle RothMichelle Roth

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Normally, Taryn didn’t open up about her past. She was just used to bottling it or ignoring it, but Evan was really easy to talk to. He listened without passing judgment. He asked questions as if he was interested in what she had to say. Most of all, he didn’t give her that look of pity when she talked about it.

Unable to stop herself, Taryn tilted her head back and to the side so she could brush her lips against his cheek.  As she moved to turn her head, he shifted slightly and tilted his mouth down toward hers. She sighed against his mouth as he nipped and teased her lower lip, sucking it gently into his mouth. She shifted slightly, her hand reaching out to rest against his cheek.

She heard a low moan in the back of his throat as his tongue swept into her mouth. She couldn’t help but give an answering moan when his hand slid into her hair and he deepened the kiss. It quickly spiraled out of control. By the time they broke apart, gasping, she was stretched out underneath. His hips rocked gently against her core.

His breathing uneven, Evan leaned down to rest his forehead against hers and said, “This isn’t the time or place but I want to be inside you so badly right now. You have no idea.”

She bit her lip as another wave of pure lust slammed into her and said, “I have every idea.”

She leaned up and nipped at the side of his throat. On another groan he tilted his head and said, “Let’s go home before I do something stupid like fuck you on a beach at three in the morning.”

Taryn released his neck and leaned her forehead against his shoulder. After a moment, he rolled off of her. She immediately felt the ache between her thighs increase. She sighed and said, “I’m incredibly tempted to let you.”

 

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Raven McAllan

Raven McAllan

Releasing Sept 3!

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The pebbles dug into her ass, and she was damn sure she’d find some in the most unusual places. Tiny ones chafed any area of exposed skin, and not for the first time, Laurie wondered what she was doing.

Jack loomed over her, almost but not quite touching. His breath was warm on her cheek, the minty freshness a contrast to the salty sea air.

Laurie shivered. It was one of the weirdest places she’d ever done anything remotely like this, but she’d decided it would be worth it. Now she wasn’t so sure.

A gull screamed in the distance as she wriggled to try and removed one of the larger pebbles from between her butt cheeks. Out if the corner of her eye she saw a crab appear, stare at them and scuttle away. She didn’t blame it, if she had her way she’d scuttle off as well.

“Are you ready Laurie?” His voice was deep and sexy. The sort of voice designed to make your panties wet, and your clit beg for attention.

“Oh yes.”

Jack moved closer, her breath hitched as she saw the desire in his eyes, and knew it should be mirrored in hers.

“Honey…”

“Yes…”

Laurie lowered her lashes and waited. It was a wonder he couldn’t hear her heart thumping.

The gull screeched again, louder and closer this time.

“What the…”

Laurie opened her eyes to see Jack scramble to his feet, cursing.

“That bloody fucking gull shat on me.” The look on his face was comical.

Laurie rummaged in her pocket and passed him a tissue.

“That’s blown it. Wait for the fall out,” Jack said as he wiped his shoulder. “I thought this would be nice and simple. Hot girl, secluded beach. Perfect.” He winked. “I should have known better.”

“Okay, fun time over.” The metallic voice boomed out loudly. “Places everyone. Take two.”

 

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Doris O’ConnorDoris Oconner

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Anna ran for her life, her torn shirt flapping behind her, as she kicked up the pebbles on the beach. Too loud, she was far too loud. That thing… things whatever they were would hear her.

She choked back tears and ran faster. She’d been warned not to go to the beach late at night, but she hadn’t managed to sleep, and no one had been there until that rough hand had grasped her from behind.

Despite the humidity of the summer’s night the icy cold emanating from that creature had frozen the blood in her veins, together with her scream for help. Moonlight glistening of his fangs, he had yanked her up against his thin frame and her struggles had proved ineffective.

Stumbling in the water that now splashed up her legs, she looked over her shoulder and screamed. The huge Black Panther who had leapt on the vampire seconds before that creature’s fangs had pierced her skin, was closing the distance between them at terrifying speed.

The fact that he was on his own did nothing to stop her terror. No doubt the others would follow him once they had stopped ripping the vampire to shreds.

The panther leapt and Anna’s foot went from under her on the slippery stones. Bracing herself for the impact, she shut her eyes, but instead of claws ripping through her skin, heat surrounded her, and cushioned her fall.

“Anna, breathe. It’s okay, you’re safe.”

Dimly aware of the sensation of being lowered carefully onto the pebbles she daren’t move as warm, masculine hands checked her over.

“Talk to me.  Did he bite you anywhere? Jesus, tell me he didn’t. Anna!”

That last whip like command forced her eyes open and she stared into the concerned amber eyes of her next door neighbor—her very naked, very well endowed neighbor—nestled between her legs.

Heat climbed into her cheeks, and she shook her head and gasped at the intimacy of their situation, and Jacob’s eyes bled to his panther’s.

That explained so much, but what a way to finally get his attention.

 

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JB MillerJB Miller

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“Oh my God,” I breathed.

Kaden had me under him his mouth working his way down my neck.

It felt so good and so bad at the same time.

“Damn, Sadie,” He groaned. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

“What?”

I think shock was settling in.

Just looking at him made me hot, but damn… Kaden actually touching me? I was on fire.

“Sadie, sweet little Sadie. All grown up and mine for the taking,” He growled.

How did this happen? How did I go from sitting on my own to having sex on the beach?

I could not believe this was happening. When I left the house tonight, nothing like this was in my plans.

Rebeca was supposed to have met me at Captain Jack’s seafood restaurant and we should have had our fry up and girl talk.

Instead, she sent a text telling me that Jamie had man flu and I was on my own. This was one of the reason I was still single.

My mind flew back over the last few hours, How Kaden had walked in to the restaurant as I was about to leave.

How his charming smile and dark smoky laughter caused shivers to run down my spine.

He had told me that since Rebeca couldn’t make it, he thought he would drop by since he was in town.

We laughed, ate some hush puppies and fish, drank a lot of wine and then strolled along the beach.

Everything was great. We were just two old friends catching up on days long gone, when somehow comradery turned into something more.

We went from leaning against each other to leaning into one another. His hand tipped my chin upwards and I watched helpless as his lips dropped to mine.

The next thing I knew, he we were alone on the beach and making love.

In the short few moments it took me to go through the night’s events in my mind, Kaden was hovering over me.

“Ready baby?”

“Oh God,” This was Kaden, my best friend’s brother.

 

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Sherri Hayes

Releasing September 4th!

Releasing September 4th!

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She ran down the beach, laughing so hard it was getting difficult to put one foot in front of the other. He caught up with her, of course. She’d had little hope to outrun him. Not that she’d really want to in any case.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her down. Once they were on the ground, he laid her down, and placed his arms on either side of her, pinning her down with the lower half of his body. “You think that’s funny do you?”

“Yep.” She giggled.

There was a wicked gleam in his eyes as he reached down and began tickling her.

As she thrashed about, her tank top began to ride up. And as it did, his fingers followed the progression of fabric as it moved. The moment the tips of his fingers touched the underside of her breasts, the air around them changed. She felt it almost instantly.

He stilled, and she opened her eyes. There it was—that spark that had been hovering beneath the surface since her return. They’d been friends since grade school, but what she was feeling was anything but childish.

She saw him swallow, and then he began to pull his hand away. “Don’t.”

They both stared at each other. She knew that if they crossed this line, there would be no going back. What if it didn’t work? Would their friendship survive? She didn’t know the answer to that. But she also knew that she trusted him more than any other man. He’d been there for her when her marriage fell apart even though he was over a thousand miles away.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she reached up and pulled his mouth down to hers.

He only hesitated for a moment. She knew all the questions that were running through her head were on his mind as well.

In the end, they both gave up the fight as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her for all he was worth.

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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 September 30th with another one!

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

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