tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257335932024-03-14T01:55:15.062-03:00Fantasy PagesDenysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.comBlogger964125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-31791450602574720892020-12-28T12:29:00.002-04:002020-12-28T12:29:27.990-04:00Here comes 2021! <div class="separator"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_1th-Oa0Syc/X-oE4eTUrZI/AAAAAAAAlQE/t3tmYWXFO1czYBZtGifwN0I2qsTmDeuZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1920/Happy-New-Year-Wallpaper.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_1th-Oa0Syc/X-oE4eTUrZI/AAAAAAAAlQE/t3tmYWXFO1czYBZtGifwN0I2qsTmDeuZgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h225/Happy-New-Year-Wallpaper.jpg" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Another year is coming to a quick end. I can’t honestly say it’s been the best of years as we’ve faced a global pandemic that pretty much changed life as we know it, but all in all, there’s been a lot to be grateful for, too, and I’d rather focus on that than dwell on the bad stuff. That said, we all have to acknowledge the losses so many people have faced, be it the loss of loved ones who died alone, or businesses that have fallen prey to closure or failure that had nothing to do with anything other than fate and the state of our world just now. Those losses are tragic and will have effects on many that will never really leave them no matter what changes lie ahead of us in the coming year.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">COVID-19 had affected everyone on the planet in one way or another. If you’ve been one of the fortunate ones who hasn’t had a direct impact, take a moment to be grateful that you’ve escaped what has scarred and scared so many humans on this earth. The dedication to science and survival has given us vaccines that may slow this nightmare down and get it under control so we can live our lives again without fear guiding each decision we make from day to day. I hope so. The divisiveness that has been a worse plague on humanity in recent times is probably a bigger and more lethal disease than any virus, so I hope as we look ahead that people discover we are stronger as a whole than we will ever be divided. Or, as our Prime Minister is known to say, it’s our diversity that makes us stronger, as a country, and as a people. Not his exact words, of course, but my interpretation of them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Many of you know me simply as an author who no longer writes or publishes. I miss it, more than I realized until recently. I’ve tinkered here and there with the idea of attempting to create again, but it’s been a frustrating effort on a good day. I may never find a way to make the words work the way they used to, and most days that’s all right. But I won’t ever say I don’t miss it, because I really do. Writing and creating stories held my sanity together through many years of depression and sadness. My mental health is now better than it’s ever been, as well as my physical health, but there is an empty well that can’t seem to fill with the absence or words and worlds.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I’m facing a lot of change and challenge in my emotional well-being these days, and I hope I can continue to deal with what life brings to me in a way that retains positivity and hope. Nothing ever turns out quite the way we anticipate; that lesson visits on a regular basis whether you want it or not, but that’s the way most things in life teach. I accept myself much more easily than I once did, flaws and strengths equally. Where I used to see only the clouds, I now attempt to find the silver linings. Most days it works. Some days it doesn’t.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Whatever your hopes and dreams are for this brave new year, I wish you courage, determination, and resilience to achieve what you need to be at peace with yourself and your life. Remember to be as kind to yourself as you would to the people you love, it’s not as easy, but every bit as essential to your soul. Be well. Be happy. And be safe. In all your endeavours. For the most part, we are all a lot more loved than we ever realize. When the shadows gather in your heart, and you can’t find the light, never hesitate to ask someone else to help you find it. You’d be surprised how bright your world suddenly becomes. I refuse to give up on people because I know we’re mostly decent, just occasionally victims of our own fears, real and/or imagined in some cases. Whatever your faith is, wherever you draw your strength, I hope it is always within your reach as we move forward to face whatever is ahead of us.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cheers and Blessings to all ~ D</div></span>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-70407109150156256552020-07-17T10:18:00.002-03:002020-07-17T10:18:32.944-03:00STOLEN MOMENTS: Night Driving<br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Twilight is
such a numinous time, with the day slipping into memory as night awakens to
throw concealing shadows over what lingers of the light. The sky above is
littered with sparkling jewels, brilliant fragments of diamond sharp contrast
against a deepening purple cloak.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I turn onto
the street, pleased. There’s no traffic. It’s a weekday, and nearing midnight,
most of the time I’ll have the road to myself. Just how I like it! Speed is not
the motivation or desire, the quietude is the reason I do this. The smooth
motion of the car as it glides into the ceaseless curves, taking them
easily–like the certain, experienced stroke of a confident hand skimming over
quivering flesh, waking hungry passions.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The night
enfolds me, slipping around my shoulders, diving deep into my lungs as I
breathe, and smile. Music. The quick press of a button and a favourite playlist
begins to fill the near-silence with familiar rhythms. Music has always been a
mood influencer for me, it can drive out the madness of the day, or fears that
lead to the madness. It can infuse my spirit with strength and determination,
or softness and compassion. The words unite to calm, excite, express…whatever
is needed to bring me to the end of this night’s journey.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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curves in the road, even speed of the car, slick tempo of the notes swirling
around me… it’s all part of a ritualistic seeking for tranquility at the end of
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My days have
changed so radically in recent years. A once solitary existence has become a
rumination, somewhat distant, and in place of that quiet, unobtrusive life is a
buzzing, interactive hum of ceaseless motion. So many more obligations, so many
more people. Yet, it’s exciting and challenging, and fraught with new ways to
explore who I am. And, to see what I may yet become.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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step on this new excursion may have been terror and loss, but it has taken much
less than it has given. I decided early as I stepped on this path, gratitude
would win over loss. It’s been a sound judgement call so far. Ironically, there
is a lot to be grateful for, more than I could have imagined the night my life
changed because of a car crash.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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atmosphere of this darkness is thickening, shades grow more intense, imagination
responds with shocking immediacy. Tiny, restless tendrils of fear awaken, the
kind of thrilling awareness that you know doesn’t mean danger, just imagined
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kilometres add up, and my ritual of calming claims me. Sleep will come quickly
tonight.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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in the road ahead. Headlights reflect off the guardrails, warning me of the
approach, and I slow in response. Everything happens at once, the sound of
screeching tires as the other car takes the turn too fast…the acrid smell of
rubber clinging to the road in an effort to stop the unfolding tableau…then the
astonishing, deafening crunch of metal and shattering of glass showering the
road…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-23077969301308074592017-12-03T18:26:00.001-04:002020-07-17T10:18:51.643-03:00Saying goodbye... #RB4U #MFRWauthor #RomFantasy<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i>For many of you, the journey with me has been a long and
complex road. I’ve had my share of fun, small triumphs, and even a few good
books with my name on them. Sadly, for me, the end of the road has been
reached. For over 30 years I’ve written stories in many genres, many amateur
fan fictions, and from 2004 onward dozens of professionally published works.
The past few years have been exceedingly difficult for me in personal terms and
it’s effected every aspect of my professional desires and dreams. I had already
decided I was burned out on the more erotic romances I had written for the
first ten years of my “pro” career, but I still felt I had something to say
that would be of interest to readers. Unfortunately, that too proved to be
untrue for the most part. All in all, it’s past time to say goodbye.</i></div>
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<i>Many of you know my mom died late in 2015. I’d been her
caregiver for years, but always found time to write in the dark hours of the
night. It was where my mind found some peace from the stresses of the day. Just
over a year ago, I was in a car crash that took even more of my heart from me.
I suffered concussion and back injury. While the pain can be controlled with
medication and therapy, the lost of my brain function can’t really be dealt
with effectively, only time can possibly fix it. I would like to write, I
simply can’t do it. Whether the reason is emotional, or the result of the
concussion syndrome hardly matters now.</i></div>
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<i>As 2018 approaches, I will be closing some of my sites, releasing
my blog domains, and spending a lot less time on social media. I have
discovered along the way, the endless negativity that dominates much of the
newsfeeds really drives me further away from the creative dreams of new books
and stories. We live in dark times, and this should be the perfect time to
share stories of love and hope, shouldn’t it?</i></div>
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<i>Business failures aside, I simply don’t feel the passion for
writing that I once did. Speaking into a vacuum only dulls that need more,
unfortunately. I don’t think this news will surprise anyone who knows me, and
doubt even more that it will come as a loss to anyone else, and that’s now
okay, too.</i></div>
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<i>It’s been a great adventure. There are still a few things on
the coming soon track, but once they are released, there won’t be anything
further. Thank you to everyone who’s been on the journey with me, your support
has kept me trying to succeed much longer than I might otherwise have spent
telling stories. There are lots of reasons for this decision, and I could go on at length, but as a dear friend and editor once
told me, I’m too wordy, so I’m keeping it short this time.</i></div>
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would be work. She opened the book and stared at the face that smiled back at
her from the top page. She’d never seen him before, yet she had filled several
books with this man’s image. In fact, she had created an entire history for
him. All that remained was a name, and that little detail always stayed just
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“Who are you?” she murmured as her fingers
brushed across the lightly textured page and absently caressed the curving
mouth. She sketched in charcoal most of the time, enjoying the versatility of
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at the last minute in a desperate clutch. The voice flowed into the air, low
and compelling, rich with resonant power. She felt it touch her heart and
demand a surrender she instinctively knew had been born long ago. Strangely
reluctant, she allowed her gaze to shift from the face on the page and look
upward. Her grip lost its strength and the sketchbook slipped to the floor as
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">He stood tall, slight in build, and so incredibly
pale that blue eyes, like the depths of the <st1:place w:st="on">Caribbean</st1:place>
after a summer storm, seemed a shocking presence of color within milk-white
features and pale, ash blond hair. The blue repeated in the shimmering silk of
his shirt. He wore midnight black jeans, boots of the same inky darkness, and
the only adornment she could see was the heavy gold wedding band that glittered
on his left hand. He stood well back from the fire, yet she had no trouble
clearly seeing every aspect of his startling appearance.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“Who do you wish me to be, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Eden</st1:city></st1:place>?” he repeated, using her name after
peering intently at her.</span></div>
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“You know me?” She swallowed hard,
the lump in her throat strangling her and making her voice shake.</div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“You have come here often. I knew each time you
entered.”</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“How?”</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">He paused to consider her query, then shrugged.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“I died here,” he told her with an icy smile. “Exactly
one hundred and one years ago.”</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“You are a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">ghost</i>?”</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">Again that thoughtful hesitation before he
nodded. “Of a sort.”</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">Memory woke, screaming through her foggy brain.
She knew in that moment where she’d seen him before.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“I saw you, a year ago, running from here.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“A year ago I killed the man who destroyed my
life.”</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">She sensed his agitation when the fire sputtered
and shot tiny glittering red sparks into the air near them.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“Do you wish me to put the fire out?”</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">One expressive eyebrow rose as if the consideration
for his comfort came as a surprise. He ignored her question, and took a step
away from the blaze. He sat on a corner of her sleeping bag, his gaze still
locked intently with hers.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“Who are you?” she repeated with sincere interest,
curiosity overriding any fear that lingered. “And how did you come to die in
this place?”</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“I was killed by someone I once loved.” he
replied after a lengthy pause. It was clear he’d considered not answering, then
decided he would reply.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">Eden tried to calm the erratic flutter in her
stomach. Her heart beat so loud, she was certain he could hear each pulse of
sound.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“Why?”</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">Again he took his time before answering. She was
surprised when he looked at her again, holding her gaze with his, decision
apparently made.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“Because she wanted to be free of me.”</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“She?” The single word gasped, and <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Eden</st1:city></st1:place> immediately felt both
foolish and uneasy when his eyes narrowed. Irrational fear flooded her mind,
and the sense of imminent danger began to stir anew.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“You should learn to think before you speak, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Eden</st1:city></st1:place>,” he advised quietly.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">She agreed. Everything about his presence was
overwhelming, unmistakable power surrounding him, even though it made no
logical sense.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“I didn’t mean to offend you,” she said. “Your...
I was merely surprised,” she finished and her look darted away from his too formidable
gaze. As if to brand the knowledge into her mind, firelight glanced off the
gleaming gold on his left hand.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“Because you have already created a life for me?”
He suggested, curiosity and a hint of teasing mockery in the speculative
statement.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“How would you know such a thing?”</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“I have been here with you each time you have
come to visit.” He laughed. “I often wished you would come at night.”</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“I was afraid.”</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; margin: 0px;">“Perhaps you should be?”</span></div>
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<i>In late 1942, Casablanca, an undercover French operative is given information vital to the alliance, and it’s now up to her to get the microfilm to someone who can see it gets into the hands of the Allies. Isabeau Renault has kept her cover in place for over a year in Casablanca, and probably saved countless lives because of her activities, but with the resistance being choked by the Nazi stranglehold, will she be able to get the most important intelligence she’s ever held safely out of Casablanca, or will she die trying? It all hinges now on the owner of a popular café, an American named Cade Maddox, a man few know anything about, but who appears to have a friendly relationship with the Prefect of Police, and several German officers.</i></div>
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Cade Maddox’s voice dug into her brain.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I will join you at the bar, Monsieur,” she repeated. “In five minutes!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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The rapid, muted voices that followed her assured her the maid, Diata, was living up to her fierce name, the lion. She sat at her dressing table and took quick inventory of her hair and makeup. Dark, curling tendrils escaped the elaborate style and she twisted them back into place and tucked pins into the coils. She picked up a brush and dusted darkly tinted powder across her cheeks, peering closely at her reflection. She barely recognized herself these days, but it kept her alive and unnoticed among the citizens of Casablanca.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Gathering her wits, she took a deep breath and stood. Eluding Maddox was more draining than it should be, but something about the man got under her skin and made her jittery. The man was impressive, six feet plus in height, dark eyes, tanned skin, he looked at home in Casablanca, though she knew he was American by birth. Braced for the on-going deception, she stepped into the narrow hallway and walked to the main area of the café, her casual manner wholly feigned. Inside she was shaking in her sandals as she prepared to dodge Cade Maddox and his too shrewd eyes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What brings you here, Monsieur? You’re usually holding court at the <i>Stardust</i> this time of the evening.” She sat at the small corner table he’d chosen, the strategic position not escaping her notice. From here the entire main room could be watched, while the wall at his back assured no one could approach him unnoticed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maddox smiled. He looked like a wolf who’d just scented prey.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I was planning to lure your dancer away to work for me,” he said. “Jolene keeps running them off just when the Germans get used to them.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“How unfortunate for you.” She shook her head when the bartender began to approach the table with a drink for her. He shrugged and headed back for customers who did want to drink.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Why don’t you drop in this evening,” Cade suggested. “I’m expecting company that might interest you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She hadn’t made eye contact with him since sitting down, and he clearly hadn’t missed the ruse. He’d told her on more than one occasion that she intrigued him, and because of it, he was determined to discover what she was hiding. For his sake, she prayed he never did!<o:p></o:p></div>
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For a moment silence hung between them. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he nodded. “Drop by this evening, you might enjoy yourself.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m busy this evening,” she told him, “if things get boring here I’ll consider your offer.” The scrape of the chair moving indicated he’d left his seat. A slight displacement of air seconds later and he was gone, footsteps so careful they were soundless. Maddox was an enigma she had no time to figure out, he could be dangerous to her. Before she could think too much about it the bartender shouted her name and it was time to get back to business.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As the evening wore on, Isabeau wondered if Cade could be trusted. The question plagued her as she went about her business, serving drinks, flashing a false smile, and presenting yourself as the perfect hostess. This was a job she could do in her sleep, she’d been in Casablanca for several months, even the false face she wore had become much too familiar. And much too comfortable. Her intuition had often saved her so she rarely disregarded it, and against all good sense she knew Cade Maddox was someone she was going to need if she expected to escape with her life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Rhodri of Llyan has returned from the Crusades a cursed man. On the way home to Wales, a friend is injured. Rhodri seeks help from Selene, whose gift for healing is uncanny. Selene’s magic can cure wounds, but she isn’t sure she can break the curse or heal Rhodri’s heart?<br />
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Chris Carlisle needs a man and Tony Davis becomes her goal. He learns the hidden reason for her enticing attempts to capture his attention. Both can’t deny the mutual, lusty attraction. Will true love follow?<br />
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Feeling long neglected by her new guardian, Lady Valanna’s resentment quickly turns to attraction when she finally meets the war-wounded Marcus, Marquis of Tendale. Once a British spy who barely survived interrogation at the hands of the enemy, Marcus believes his wounds forever stand in the way of his long-held love for Valanna. Valanna disagrees, emphatically. Will they ever reconcile their differences and find happiness?<br />
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<b>Werecat Love by Janice Seagraves</b></div>
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Morgan Brookhaven isn’t expecting romance when she accompanies her friend for a week of skiing, but when she meets Jared all bets are off. Ski instructor Jared Catterick has secrets that he doesn’t mind sharing with a special lady, and he hopes Morgan is the one.<br />
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<b>Riviera Rendezvous by Gemma Juliana</b></div>
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Amalie flees when she runs into danger on the cruise ship she calls home, but soon realizes she can’t afford a ticket to fly home. Xandros is more than the shipping agent everybody thinks he is, and he’s had his sights on Amalie for months. So when she suddenly becomes a stranded damsel in distress, he is quick to suggest a solution.<br />
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<b>Something Moor by Denyse Bridger </b></div>
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An unexpected trip to Ireland takes Caragh McCarthy back to her ancestral home, and the past collides with the present when car trouble strands her on the moors of Country Tyrone. When Kelan O’Shea comes to her rescue, a 300 year old injustice might yet be set right, and a promised future can be fulfilled.<br />
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Jack Howland, part of an elite group of special OSS agents, can’t resist the pull of the moon or widowed USO hostess, Lulu Lane. Separated after a night of passion, their paths cross again after the war, but will Jack’s dangerous secret send her screaming into the night, or back into his arms?</div>
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A San Francisco sous chef discovers she might have bitten off more than she can chew when a scrumptious Italian man stirs up a recipe for romance on the delicious Isle of Capri.<br />
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<b>Cindy Spencer Pape</b> firmly believes in happily-ever-after and brings that to her writing. Multiple award-winning author of the best-selling Gaslight Chronicles, she has released almost sixty novels and stories, which blend fantasy, adventure, science fiction, suspense, history and romance. She lives in southeast Michigan and when not hard at work writing she can be found restoring her 1870 house, dressing up for steampunk parties and Renaissance fairs, or with her nose buried in a book.</div>
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<b>Janice Seagraves</b> grew up with a deep love of science fiction and adventure stories. Always the consummate artist, she traded in her paint brush for a desktop to write breathless life-affirming novels that celebrate enduring love.</div>
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<b>Gemma Juliana</b> loves playing matchmaker to her characters, and takes great joy in creating love stories where two hearts end up beating as one. She has traveled the world, and adds the extra spice of international settings to her stories. Gemma lives with her true love in a cozy Texas cottage along with their teen son and a crafty dog who rules them all. Her muse is nourished with the finest creativity fuels–chocolate and coffee. Gemma loves hearing from readers around the world. Stop by her website to sign up for her newsletter and see what she’s written, what’s coming soon, and to receive special offers.</div>
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As an award-winning, best-selling author, <b>Denysé Bridger</b> writes about a multitude of things, always with a touch of romance, passion, and fantasy. Her heroes tend to be alpha men who are willing to do whatever it takes to win the heroine’s heart and trust, while her heroines are strong,</div>
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A member of Romance Writers of America, and published since 2009, <b>Paris Brandon</b> writes contemporary, paranormal, erotic and historical romance, throwing in a little mystery and suspense for good measure. When not dreaming up stories featuring heroes who aren’t intimidated by strong heroines, she loves rummaging around antique stores for vintage clothes and jewelry. She lives in the mid-west with her husband of many years, and is currently enjoying all of the period dramas on Netflix, and wondering where she can find a hat that makes her look as stylish as Miss Phryne Fisher.</div>
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An award-winning and eclectic author, <b>Cara Marsi</b> is published in romantic suspense, paranormal romance, and contemporary romance. She loves a good love story, and believes that everyone deserves a second chance at love. Sexy, sweet, thrilling, or magical, Cara’s stories are first and foremost about the love. Treat yourself today, with a taste of romance. When not traveling or dreaming of traveling, Cara and her husband live on the East Coast of the United States in a house ruled by two spoiled cats who compete for attention.</div>
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<b>Follow Your Cowboy Heart by Janice Seagraves</b></div>
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Max struggles daily to hide his psychic gift with animals. Being a hired hand at a local dairy probably wasn't his best idea, but his mom needs the money he brings in. And there's the dairy owner's sexy daughter he can't stop thinking about. Will he ever have anything other than himself to offer her?<br />
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After running off an adorable brunette, Terry realizes he may have just run off the very woman he never knew he was looking for.<br />
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Enroute home to Gold Ridge, Colorado after their honeymoon, David and Hannah Logan are attacked by a pair of bandits who plunge them back into a past they shared, but never truly came to terms with together... It’s been almost a year since the nightmare of violence and assault tore Hannah from David’s side and left him bereft and angry. When she returned to him, determined to rebuild what they’d lost, the light of love had come with her. Now, a new torment threatens to destroy everything, and Hannah’s biggest enemy might just be David himself…<br />
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Amy Waterstone must return to the family ranch in Glen Creek, Texas because her father had a serious accident. Then she learns her father compromised the ranch by taking a loan he can’t repay from Chase Storm, the cowboy next door. He’s the one man she never wants to see again. Chase has waited seven years for Amy to come home, and for a chance to redeem himself in her eyes. They’re both older, but are they any wiser?<br />
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Tasked with scattering the ashes of her beloved aunt at the source of the Big Bear River high in the mountains, Mallory must swallow her pride and ask Gavin, a laconic, sexy ranch hand, to guide her.<br />
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A cocky cowboy. A petite woman vet. A beautiful horse. Garrett doesn’t need a woman in his life. Miranda doesn’t like cocky cowboys. When a horse goes missing, will they learn to work together or kill each other in the process?<br />
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This luscious cowboy’s been on her radar for years, but he’s never noticed her. A speeding ticket changes everything, leading to a sultry weekend and no-holds-barred romance—Texas style.<br />
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<b>Janice Seagraves</b> grew up with a deep love of science fiction and adventure stories. Always the consummate artist, she traded in her paint brush for a desktop to write breathless life-affirming novels that celebrate enduring love.</div>
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<b>Nicole Morgan</b> is a USA Today and International best-selling author who has written romance in various genres of romance. She is a proud member of Writerspace, a Romance Books ‘4’ Us Gold Author, as well as being a Sweet and Sexy Diva. Additionally, you will find Nicole writing under the names of Taylor Brooks and Nicki Day. </div>
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As an award-winning, best-selling author, <b>Denysé Bridger</b> writes about a multitude of things, always with a touch of romance, passion, and fantasy. Her heroes tend to be alpha men who are willing to do whatever it takes to win the heroine’s heart and trust, while her heroines are strong, </div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Entering a whole new area of the "writing career" at last... Most of you who follow me know that I've pretty much been retired for the past few years. Between life and illness, it's been a difficult journey. But, I am hoping to be moving forward at last. To that end, the first new release in a long time is pending. From the World Romance Writers, a new anthology with stories set in Africa. It's a romantic suspense collection to some degree, and my contribution is set in Casablanca of 1942. So, have a peek at what's ahead because I'm sure it doesn't end with this tale...</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>In late 1942, Casablanca, an undercover French operative is given information vital to the alliance, and it’s now up to her to get the microfilm to someone who can see it gets into the hands of the Allies. Isabeau Renault has kept her cover in place for over a year in Casablanca, and probably saved countless lives because of her activities, but with the resistance being choked by the Nazi stranglehold, will she be able to get the most important intelligence she’s ever held safely out of Casablanca, or will she die trying? It all hinges now on the owner of a popular café, an American named Cade Maddox, a man few know anything about, but who appears to have a friendly relationship with the Prefect of Police, and several German officers.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“I will join you at the bar, Monsieur,” she repeated. “In five minutes!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The rapid, muted voices that followed her assured her the maid, Diata, was living up to her fierce name, the lion. She sat at her dressing table and took quick inventory of her hair and makeup. Dark, curling tendrils escaped the elaborate style and she twisted them back into place and tucked pins into the coils. She picked up a brush and dusted darkly tinted powder across her cheeks, peering closely at her reflection. She barely recognized herself these days, but it kept her alive and unnoticed among the citizens of Casablanca.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Gathering her wits, she took a deep breath and stood. Eluding Maddox was more draining than it should be, but something about the man got under her skin and made her jittery. The man was impressive, six feet plus in height, dark eyes, tanned skin, he looked at home in Casablanca, though she knew he was American by birth. Braced for the on-going deception, she stepped into the narrow hallway and walked to the main area of the café, her casual manner wholly feigned. Inside she was shaking in her sandals as she prepared to dodge Cade Maddox and his too shrewd eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“What brings you here, Monsieur? You’re usually holding court at the <i>Stardust</i> this time of the evening.” She sat at the small corner table he’d chosen, the strategic position not escaping her notice. From here the entire main room could be watched, while the wall at his back assured no one could approach him unnoticed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She hadn’t made eye contact with him since sitting down, and he clearly hadn’t missed the ruse. He’d told her on more than one occasion that she intrigued him, and because of it, he was determined to discover what she was hiding. For his sake, she prayed he never did!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“I’m busy this evening,” she told him, “if things get boring here I’ll consider your offer.” The scrape of the chair moving indicated he’d left his seat. A slight displacement of air seconds later and he was gone, footsteps so careful they were soundless. Maddox was an enigma she had no time to figure out, he could be dangerous to her. Before she could think too much about it the bartender shouted her name and it was time to get back to business.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">…which began in the Northern Hemisphere 2017 was at 7:28 AM on Monday, March 20! And it will end on Wednesday, June 21.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The spring (vernal) equinox in the Northern Hemisphere is also known as the March equinox. It's called the "autumnal (fall) equinox" in the Southern Hemisphere.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Why is it called the spring 'equinox'? Since night and day are nearly exactly the same length–12 hours–all over the world the event is called the equinox, which in Latin, literally means 'equal night' (equi–equal, and nox–night). In reality though, equinoxes do not have exactly 12 hours of daylight. Solstices and equinoxes mark key stages in the astronomical cycle of the earth. In a year there are two equinoxes (spring and autumn) and two solstices (summer and winter).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The dates of the equinoxes and solstices aren't fixed due to the Earth's elliptical orbit of the sun. The Earth's orbit around the sun means that in early January, the sun is closest (known as perihelion) and in early July it is most distant (aphelion).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We use the equinox to mark the change of seasons, as the balance of light shifts to make for longer days or nights. It usually means that it's time to hunker down for colder seasons, or time to rise and shine for warmer ones.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The Earth's axis always tilts at an angle of about 23.5° in relation to the ecliptic, i.e the imaginary plane created by the Earth's orbit around the Sun. On any other day of the year, either the Northern Hemisphere or the Southern Hemisphere tilts a little towards the Sun but on the two equinoxes, the tilt of the Earth's axis is perpendicular to the Sun's rays.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The equinox happens at exactly the same time around the world, at the moment the Sun crosses the celestial equator–the imaginary line in the sky above the Earth’s Equator–from south to north. At this moment, the Earth's axis is neither tilted away from nor towards the Sun. In 2017, this happens at 10.20am UTC (GMT).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>A number of years ago, I began what I intended/hoped would be a series. The central character was a tormented but brilliant police inspector, a man scarred by his involvement with the notorious Jack the Ripper investigation, and a penchant for opium. The two books that introduce the series, a long novella and a short sequel never grew into a series for whatever reason - maybe no one else found Michael Devane as fascinating as I did! At any rate, I like to occasionally remind people of these stories because I do love them and consider them some of my best work. I have the desire to write a new tale, as well, so who knows - maybe he will be back again. At any rate, I hope you enjoy this exclusive excerpt and peek into Michael's world...</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Another typical London night, he noted in an abstract part of his mind as he pulled his coat closer and fought down a shiver. The fog wasn’t as thickly cloying as it often was, and he walked more by habit than actual interest along the familiar streets. Dutfield’s Yard loomed ahead of him before long and he did stop to look at the buildings in the area that had been the subject of so much police scrutiny when the body of the Ripper’s third victim, a pretty prostitute called Elizabeth Stride, had been found in the yard by Louis Diemschültz. Devane had been raised in the Whitechapel district in his earliest years, his parents had eventually escaped the poverty and hopelessness that prevailed in the East End, and it was during the years of his youth that he had often returned to the area. He’d met Liz Stride many times, and she was a beautiful woman who had charmed him in her easy-going manner. There were many people who questioned whether she was, in fact, a Ripper victim, but it no longer mattered to anyone, really. Elizabeth Stride had often reminded Devane of his beautiful wife during their meetings to exchange information for Abberline.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Against his better judgment, he allowed the old memory to surface and taunt him. Liz’s lush, dark curling hair, her beautiful dark eyes, and sensuous curves had been the stuff of his heart’s dreams for a long time. He’d always been fond of Stride, who was his senior by roughly fifteen years, but honesty forced him to admit that he’d fallen more than a little bit in love with the pretty prostitute, and had remained attached to her throughout his life. For the first time in a long time, the ache of her absence, and Evelyn’s, wasn’t quite as acute, and the dulled edges were more bearable. Time was healing his soul of these wounds, too, he realized.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He turned away, and was sincerely surprised to see a closed carriage moving toward him. Not a Hansom, but a carriage of wealth and quality. Seconds later, as the horses drew closer then came to a halt, he recognized the young man on the high seat holding the reins. It was Percival Vaughan, one of the footmen from Bradshaw Manor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Something I can do for you, Mr. Vaughan?” Devane asked sharply. The young man had been truculent and sulky from the instant he’d spoken to him, but before the footman could answer him, the door to the carriage opened a small bit and to Devane’s utter surprise, Bethany Bradshaw looked out at him and smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Sergeant Goodwin said you might be found here, Inspector Devane,” she told him once he’d walked up to the carriage and stood at the door. “Please,” she held out her hand to him, “do come inside, Inspector,” she requested. “If there is someplace you wish to go while we are talking, Percy can take you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Why did you want to see me, Mrs. Bradshaw?” he finally asked. Her appearance late at night, alone in a carriage in the Whitechapel district was not only startling, it was potentially dangerous.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I thought it would be easier to speak freely away from my home,” she explained softly. “My father has moved in again and he tends to enjoy interfering in anything that concerns me. I thought you might have questions that would be better asked without his presence.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Sergeant Goodwin shouldn’t have sent you into Whitechapel to look for me, ma’am,” he said firmly. “It’s hardly an appropriate place for someone like you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Inspector Devane,” she hesitated, then visibly gathered her thoughts and went on, “you are one of the officers who were assigned to the murders committed here, were you not?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She looked directly into his eyes, measured the lack of emotion in his response, then bowed her head briefly. “My apologies, Inspector, I can’t even imagine how horrible that memory is for you.” She glanced again at him, adding, “I thought your name familiar when we were introduced a few days ago, but it wasn’t until my maid said something about Jack The Ripper that I recalled where I had read it. The more sensationalist papers are creating tales about Robert’s murder being linked to those atrocities.” She met his eyes fully again, and held their dark depths without flinching, “That is absurd, is it not, Inspector?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Please, call me Bethany,” she said with real weariness. “I could scream I am so tired of polite correctness and formality. It drains the spirit of any joy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Michael?” She nodded, savoring the texture and sound of his name as though it were a fine wine she tasted. He inclined his head, and she smiled at him, not a fleeting glimpse, but a radiant, bright expression that warmed Devane’s heart. She was a lovely woman, he thought, and a quietly strong person, too, he guessed. Her manners, while impeccable, showed a frustration with constraints of class and propriety. She did not think herself better than others who lacked her wealth and advantages, which was a refreshing change. He liked her, and in that instant learned also that he respected her intelligence and sensitivity.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I have no illusions about my husband, Michael,” she assured him. “He was often away for weeks at a time, despite being less than an hour from home. I know the kind of women he frequently associated with, as well.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“No,” she responded softly. “I did not even like him over much,” she told him. “My father arranged the marriage, though I have wondered many times why he was in favor of the match. Perhaps Robert blackmailed him. I wouldn’t have judged it a thing of which he was incapable.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You’re shocked, Michael,” she mused. “I could shock you a great deal more if I chose to,” she confided. She turned away, suddenly ill-at-ease in the close confines of the carriage. Pain touched her heart, and moved like a spearing dart into her brain. Red hazed her vision, then dissipated; in its wake, cold sweat beaded her brow and she felt herself falling, fading into a peaceful abyss... Devane’s beautiful voice trailed after her, and she tried, vainly, to hold onto it as she fell, but it, too, drifted out of reach...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>It's been quite some time since I posted to my blogs, a lot has been happening, and very little of it good. But, it's the holiday, the end of another year is approaching quickly, and I thought it might be fun to share a bit of laughter with everyone... So, here we go! A long time ago, as in several decades ago, a friend of mine wrote this quirky and funny holiday poem. It's been a while since I shared it, so I thought it might give a few chuckles since it's that time of year again!! Happy Holidays everyone, however you celebrate during this season.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">And fake snow was falling on “Ladies Apparel”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">To check on reports which had caused me dismay<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The floorwalkers proudly stood in a line<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Then called out his final command—“Man your stations!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When out on the street there arose such a roar<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It sounded exactly like street repair drilling<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">His beard dangled down like a wad of cheap cotton<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The crowd turned quickly, and I’ll say for their sake<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“With gimmicks and come-ons, and businessmen gloating!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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As most of you know, I was in a car crash a couple of weeks ago and life hasn’t really been the same for the past ten days. My car was damaged badly and repair costs are over $8300, and that doesn’t include personal stuff that resulted from this crash. I’ve had x-rays that show there is a compression fracture low in my spine, and severe whiplash that runs from shoulders to tailbone… all in all, I’m in a lot of pain and haven’t been able to do a lot for the past ten days.</div>
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I have a long road back from the pain, apparently, because I had pre-existing issues that have also been made worse. The other driver, a woman close to 92 years old, is fine and trying to dodge responsibility by denying everything, even being charged for the driving offense.</div>
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So, next week is very likely to begin a long run with physio therapy, more statements to insurance people, and probably a face to face with her insurance company regarding the injury. I’m not looking forward to the next few weeks.</div>
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Despite having a lot of down time away from the computer, I’ve been reading more, and really looking honestly at a lot of things in terms of a writing career gone wrong. I’ve tried to quit, usually not with much success, and I’ve adapted to market changes, learned, and written things I love–and things I hate. Ultimately, all it’s gotten me is a bad case of regrets and disappointment.</div>
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I guess in many ways I’ve been the architect of my own failure because somehow I always choose integrity over expedience, and therein lies the bigger issue. I’ve had a lot of battles with people in this business, many more than I ever would have believed possible because the truth is, I don’t look for controversy and generally just want to be left alone. It took me several years to rid myself of the insanity of role players constantly hounding me, and creating dramas while they went about destroying whatever reputation I had built. When I’m done, I walk away… I remove people from my social media who have brought nothing but emotional upheaval and maybe that inadvertently creates more issues than it solves? Who knows? I certainly can’t make heads or tails of it.</div>
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I’m a sensitive and intuitive soul, always have been. I say that as a simple statement of fact, not a ploy for empathy or sympathy. When I help people out, which I have often done, and I get back snide comments, gossip, and outright lies from people I once trusted, it does hurt. When I see people I consider friends continuing to interact with the ones who’ve ripped into me, it does hurt. I’m a big girl, though, and I try to leave that pain and sense of mild betrayal where it belongs, and I try to move forward. I don’t pretend to understand because I don’t work this way–when someone hurts someone I love, I deal directly with the person who’s hurt my friend, and I just remove the offender from my radar. That is MY way of dealing with things. I don’t continue to court the people who lie and belittle those I care about. I can’t do it any other way and still be true to who I am as a person.</div>
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I have removed at least two well-known and successful NY Times best-selling authors from my social pages because they lied outright to me about situations that hurt a lot of people close to me. Was it a wise career move? Probably not. Hell, I know it wasn’t, really. But, again, I choose my loyalties and stand by them. I don’t use the people I know to make myself look better or more important to readers, or potential audiences. In the end, this may be part of why I stagnate in obscurity while a lot of people I know move into the big publishing houses and make it onto the lists.</div>
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At the end of the day, nothing I do makes much of a difference, and I accept that, too. Pain is not a great catalyst for decision making, so I won’t use how I feel right now as an excuse to quit. That said, I also won’t pretend I like people I don’t like, or use the success of others to further my chances at getting ahead in this business. If I can’t do it on my own terms, I won’t do it at all… and that, it seems, is the way it will end up being anyway.</div>
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May your success always be something that makes you smile with pride, and may your heart be blessed in all you do.</div>
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<i>Being part of the second RB4U Boxed set this
year was looking doubtful for me when real life got in the way, and I was late
with my story. BUT, thanks to patience from the organizers of this set and
determination from me, I'm back! Westerns are really my favourite genre, but
historical westerns, not so much contemporary. I chose a darker subject than
usual for this one, it's a story about finding you way back to love and hope
after devastating injuries - one psychological and the other physical. Ultimately,
it's a love story, and one I hope readers enjoy! Have a sneak peek below, and
don't forget to get your copy–it’s available wherever you like to buy your
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">The Shadows in Our Past<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Historical Western - sensual<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Enroute home to Gold
Ridge, Colorado after their honeymoon, David and Hannah Logan are attacked by a
pair of bandits who plunge them back into a past they shared, but never truly
came to terms with together... It’s been almost a year since the nightmare of
violence and assault tore Hannah from David’s side and left him bereft and
angry. When she returned to him, determined to rebuild what they’d lost, the
light of love had come with her. Now, a new torment threatens to destroy
everything, and Hannah’s biggest enemy might just be David himself…<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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“I wanted a father, and I got Jonas Wilkes. I needed to
trust him, and he made me feel...” She shuddered, visibly changed her train of thought.
“Then I met you; Gold Ridge’s most respected citizen. I’d never met anyone
quite like you, David Logan. You were handsome, sophisticated, powerful... What
was it Margaret called you? A charming outlaw.” She smiled. “She was right,
that’s exactly what you are. But you took my breath away the moment I saw you.
I will never forget that day, or turning around to see you on the stairs of the
<i>Nugget</i>, all elegance and danger. You terrified me, and you excited me. I
felt things in those first seconds that I have never felt before. My God,
David, I think I fell in love with you before you even spoke to me.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You do know how to flatter me, Hannah,” he whispered.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“But it’s not flattery, David. Every time you walk into a
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me. I can’t believe you’re my husband. That you chose to give me that much of
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She smiled, tilted her head to one side, whimsical yet more
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“Finish, Hannah,” he requested. “I want to know what you’re
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“I would have behaved like a common whore for you that day,
and it frightened me to death, David. I was with a fine, Southern gentleman. A
man well-bred, respected, all the things that a lady wants. And instead of
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“You do yourself a great disservice, Mrs. Logan,” he teased
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“The first time you made love to me, I was certain that God
had put me on this earth to belong to you, David. You gave me everything that
my heart had ever wanted, even the things I didn’t let myself hope for. I felt
safe, and whole, at peace. Every time you touch me, I feel that way.
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“I don’t want to be,” she said fiercely. “I hate it, David!
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“Elizabeth was right,” she put her fingers to his mouth when
he would have objected instantly. “She was right about some things, David. I’ll
never know you the way Ellen did. I’m not from the same world. Your Southern
honor is one of the things I love most about you, but it’s a mystery to me,
too. You were married and fighting in a war when I was little more than a baby
at my mother’s breast. Your soul was scarred in ways that I can only imagine.”
Tears flooded her eyes as she stared up at him. “David, the sun in my world
rises and sets in your eyes.” She gulped in a sharp breath. “I’ve never needed
anyone that much, and it frightens me.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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David nodded, lifted her hands to his lips again as he
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“Of course,” she replied, voice thick with emotion. She
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front of her. Then he sat and took her hands again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I love Elizabeth, Hannah,” he began quietly. “But, you’re
wrong. She doesn’t know me. Not now. She remembers the child she grew up with,
the young boy who adored her, and looked up to her. She loved Ellen; partly
because I did; and partly because Ellen needed her approval and acceptance.
Beth doesn’t know how to make you need those things from her, because the truth
is, you don’t.” He smiled at her, warmed by the returning glow of devotion that
stared back at him from her eyes. “The war cost us our way of life, and for
some, it’s not a thing they’ll ever recover from. I feel like I’ve lived in two
worlds for a long time, Hannah, not belonging fully to either one. When I let
myself love you, I discovered that I had a home again.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her tears fell, silent, silvery trails of sorrow and
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“When you came to the <i>Nugget</i> after Wilkes left for <st1:city w:st="on">St. Louis</st1:city>, I told myself
that I was doing the honorable thing by protecting you.” He snorted softly,
self-derisive. “I was doing nothing of the kind. I wanted you close to me,
looking at me with that adoring, trusting awe that made my heart feel like it
was trying to escape my body.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I didn’t want to make a fool of myself in front of you,” he
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respect that’s in your eyes each day. You humble me, Hannah. No one’s ever done
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Startled, she looked closer at him, felt herself falling
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“You are one of the most courageous women I’ve known,
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Hannah. Few men are lucky enough to know a woman’s heart is his possession, and
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Darlene Fredette<br />
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Sweet (PG) sweet romance, bakery, cakes, fireman, family.</div>
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<i>She has one last hope – a small, family-run bakery that might just be baking up second chances.</i> </div>
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<b><b>Blurb:</b> Dwindling finances has Jesse Robinson running out of options. With a past filled with failures, she longs for a new beginning. Applying for a job she isn’t qualified for may be another crazy mistake, but at this point Jesse has nothing to lose. </b></div>
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Juggling two jobs, Travis Cooper has absolutely no time for a relationship and isn’t looking for one. But when his mother hires an unqualified baker, he has more to worry about than three-tiered wedding cakes. Like whether to break his own no-dating-employees rule and make a little room in his life for love. </div>
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‘How hard can baking be? Easy‐peasy. Right?’ She knew her words to be untrue. She’d watched shows on the Food Network. The chefs on television made creating desserts appear simple, yet Jessie’s attempts always ended with opening a window and the lid on the garbage can.</div>
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‘I have no choice, and at this point I have nothing to lose.’ Jessie had thought the same before her previous four jobs. Though, she did excel at one particular skill—making bad choices. If only she could include that talent as a positive trait.</div>
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She drew in a deep breath to calm her racing pulse. Desperation rolled in the emptiness of her stomach. She’d just go into the bakery and win them over. She had to. The two hundred dollars in her bank account would cover her car payment. As long as I don’t eat or drive anywhere, I’m good.</div>
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<b>Author Bio:</b> Darlene resides on the East Coast of Canada with her husband, daughter, and Yellow Lab. When not working on her next book, she enjoys spending time with her family. An avid reader since childhood, Darlene loves to develop the many stories swimming in her head. She writes heartwarming contemporary romances with a focus on plot-driven page-turners. </div>
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And now, Darlene is going to share a recipe Jesse uses in Nothing To Lose! Enjoy!!</div>
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<b>Jesse’s Blueberry Muffins</b></div>
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In Nothing To Lose, Jesse has to prove her baking skills by cooking up a delicious treat. For someone whose previous attempts at baking ended in the trash can, she attempts to make these blueberry muffins.</div>
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1-1/2 cups blueberries</div>
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In bowl, combine flour, baking powder, and salt.</div>
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In separate bowl, cream butter with sugar; beat in eggs one at a time, and add the vanilla. Gradually stir in milk (mixture may appear curdled). </div>
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<i><b>Did Jesse pass the baking test and get the job? You’ll have to read <a href="http://mybook.to/NoToLose" target="_blank">Nothing To Lose</a> to find out!</b></i></div>
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<i>Enroute home to Gold
Ridge, Colorado after their honeymoon, David and Hannah Logan are attacked by a
pair of bandits who plunge them back into a past they shared, but never truly
came to terms with together... It’s been almost a year since the nightmare of
violence and assault tore Hannah from David’s side and left him bereft and
angry. When she returned to him, determined to rebuild what they’d lost, the
light of love had come with her. Now, a new torment threatens to destroy
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“I wanted a father, and I got Jonas Wilkes. I needed to
trust him, and he made me feel...” She shuddered, visibly changed her train of
thought. “Then I met you; Gold Ridge’s most respected citizen. I’d never met
anyone quite like you, David Logan. You were handsome, sophisticated, powerful...
What was it Margaret called you? A charming outlaw.” She smiled. “She was
right, that’s exactly what you are. But you took my breath away the moment I
saw you. I will never forget that day, or turning around to see you on the
stairs of the <i>Nugget</i>, all elegance and danger. You terrified me, and you
excited me. I felt things in those first seconds that I have never felt before.
My God, David, I think I fell in love with you before you even spoke to me.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“But it’s not flattery, David. Every time you walk into a
room, you make my heart feel like it’s going to burst with the love that fills
me. I can’t believe you’re my husband. That you chose to give me that much of
your life.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Finish, Hannah,” he requested. “I want to know what you’re
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“Do you remember the first time you kissed me?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I would have behaved like a common whore for you that day,
and it frightened me to death, David. I was with a fine, Southern gentleman. A
man well-bred, respected, all the things that a lady wants. And instead of
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“You do yourself a great disservice, Mrs. Logan,” he teased
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“The first time you made love to me, I was certain that God
had put me on this earth to belong to you, David. You gave me everything that
my heart had ever wanted, even the things I didn’t let myself hope for. I felt
safe, and whole, at peace. Every time you touch me, I feel that way.
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“I don’t want to be,” she said fiercely. “I hate it, David!
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“Elizabeth was right,” she put her fingers to his mouth when
he would have objected instantly. “She was right about some things, David. I’ll
never know you the way Ellen did. I’m not from the same world. Your Southern
honor is one of the things I love most about you, but it’s a mystery to me,
too. You were married and fighting in a war when I was little more than a baby
at my mother’s breast. Your soul was scarred in ways that I can only imagine.”
Tears flooded her eyes as she stared up at him. “David, the sun in my world
rises and sets in your eyes.” She gulped in a sharp breath. “I’ve never needed
anyone that much, and it frightens me.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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David nodded, lifted her hands to his lips again as he
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“Of course,” she replied, voice thick with emotion. She
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front of her. Then he sat and took her hands again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I love Elizabeth, Hannah,” he began quietly. “But, you’re
wrong. She doesn’t know me. Not now. She remembers the child she grew up with,
the young boy who adored her, and looked up to her. She loved Ellen; partly
because I did; and partly because Ellen needed her approval and acceptance.
Beth doesn’t know how to make you need those things from her, because the truth
is, you don’t.” He smiled at her, warmed by the returning glow of devotion that
stared back at him from her eyes. “The war cost us our way of life, and for
some, it’s not a thing they’ll ever recover from. I feel like I’ve lived in two
worlds for a long time, Hannah, not belonging fully to either one. When I let
myself love you, I discovered that I had a home again.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her tears fell, silent, silvery trails of sorrow and
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“When you came to the <i>Nugget</i> after Wilkes left for <st1:city w:st="on">St. Louis</st1:city>, I told myself
that I was doing the honorable thing by protecting you.” He snorted softly,
self-derisive. “I was doing nothing of the kind. I wanted you close to me,
looking at me with that adoring, trusting awe that made my heart feel like it
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“I didn’t want to make a fool of myself in front of you,” he
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respect that’s in your eyes each day. You humble me, Hannah. No one’s ever done
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Startled, she looked closer at him, felt herself falling
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“You are one of the most courageous women I’ve known, Hannah.
Strong, independent, passionate, and loyal. Any man can buy a whore, Hannah.
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It’s been an interesting week for me, to say the least.
After more than two years of being virtually non-existent as a writer, I’ve
started to come back online with my work goals firmly in place. One of the
things I’ve been doing behind the scenes is studying, a lot! The craft of writing
is an art, despite the vast multitude of people who think it’s only words on a
page. I know this because I used to be one of the people who always said it
wasn’t a special talent, just something I did – putting words on a page. Time
has taught me it is so much more than that, and I want to do it right, and do
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Over the past few days one of my “goals” has been to
streamline my social media. Back in 2006 or so when I created my Facebook page
and my Twitter account, and all that good stuff, it was all so new and exciting…
so many people wanted to be friends or follow me, etc. I thought it was
wonderful. Time has taught me some lessons there, too, of course. So, the past
few days have begun a change in how I do my social media presence, too. I
tackled Twitter first, because I’ve loved Twitter much more than Facebook over
the years, but I could no longer pull a live conversation out of the
light-speed streams via my Tweetdeck. I’ve talked to some pretty awesome people
via Twitter over the years, and I wanted to get back to that, to a slower
stream filled with people I really wanted to “tweet” to and hear from. With
that in mind, I began cleaning house, and my list of following went from 2700+
to less than 300 after several hours of sitting here and looking over all the
accounts I was linked to. Now my Twitter stream is readable again, and I’m able
to actually speak to people and see what they’re saying in return – what a
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Today, I started the Facebook clean up, and that one is
going to take a number of days to complete. No one has 4900+ friends, so it’s
time to be realistic. I’m working on moving the business of writing to my
business page, so please do feel free to connect there, I’ll be using it a lot
more than I used to!! (<a href="http://www.facebook.com/Romance.and.Fantasy" target="_blank">Denysé Bridger, Author</a>)
My personal profile is being left for people I actual know or talk to for the
most part. My first day has already decreased the list by 800, and tomorrow is
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I know some people will see this as me shooting myself in
the foot, and they may be right, but in truth, I need to start separating work
and personal. Too much of my life and struggles have become public property,
and I’ve reached the point where I want my books to speak for themselves. I don’t
want to have to beat people on the head and beg them to buy books. I have a
huge presence, but it’s never resulted in people buying my books anyway, so
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Apart from this change of approach to social media, I’ve
taken a new approach to my books, too. No more writing what I think will sell, or
stuff that I really don’t like on any level myself. It’s time to go back to the
beginning and start fresh. The books that are in the works are novels, good ones!!
My forté was always romantic suspense, or mainstream romances, and that’s what
I’m doing again. Exciting, sensual romance with edge… I hope you’ll continue to
walk with me on the journey – I have a strong feeling the best is still in
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May your days be Blessed, and your hearts smiling… today and
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>This book was almost ten years in the making. From the time it was conceived and I began work on it, until it was released in 2007, it went through several revisions as I polished it and worked on details. It was tentatively accepted by two New York publishers, but things fell through. I loved the idea of it being released for the turning of the millennium, but the Fates had other plans. I was lucky with this one, apart from one very odd review, it’s been universally praised and enjoyed by readers who have never read a fantasy novel, and by those who go enjoy the genre. At one point last year, it ranked in the Top 50 for genre on Kobo Books. If you like a time-spanning epic fantasy, you will surely like As Fate Decrees. And, it's currently climbing up the ranks at Amazon again, which is awesome to see!!</i></span></div>
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As unexpectedly as she had found herself placed in chains, Amarantha finds herself purchased by a mysterious master who refuses to reveal his true identity.</div>
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“Mr. Demetriou has authorized an
account for you, Miss Thomson,” the cashier handed her a stack of coins
emblazoned with Casino Coranthos in gold on black.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Thank you.” She took the roll of
coins and wandered into the casino’s main area. She’d barely stepped into the
bar when a voice close to her ear startled a gasp out of her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You must be Ryann Thomson.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She looked up and was snared by the
intensity of dark eyes gazing down at her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m Ariston Katsaros, I run the
casino.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She took a single step back. His
voice was pure sin and seduction, something he apparently was well aware of if
his smile was any indication.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You work for Mr. Demetriou?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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For a moment, something flashed in
his eyes, so quickly it might have been a flash of the light.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“In a manner of speaking,” he replied.
“What is your game of choice?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Baccarat.” She tried to keep the
smile on her face when the word popped out of her mouth. <i>Too many James Bond movies!</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Ariston Katsaros slowly nodded, his
mouth curving into a smile. “Then allow me to join you in a game.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Shit!
What am I doing?!</i> Her insides were quivering like someone had unleashed a
torrent of butterflies, and she couldn’t decide if it was the handsome man at
her side, or the sense that she was about to make a complete fool of herself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The situation got even more unreal
to her when he passed through the main casino and entered a much quieter area.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Is this where the big money is?”
She asked, grateful when her voice didn’t squeak.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Not really,” he said with a laugh.
“It is where high stakes games are sometimes played, but mostly it’s a question
of privacy for some of our guests.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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There was an inflection in his tone
that eluded her, and she sat when he held a chair for her at the table he’d
chosen. She took a moment to look around and her nerves thrummed with tension.
There were only a few tables in the spacious room, separated by enough space to
make each one private. The one he’d brought her to was in the centre. Her
heartbeat began a steady pulse that hammered at her brain for a couple of
seconds.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Would you like a drink?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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It took a moment to process his
words and she blinked. “Vodka martini.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ariston’s smooth features
transformed into a grin. “Shaken, not stirred?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Heat rushed to her cheeks, but she
laughed. “Why not?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Should I call you Mrs. Bond?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“That would make you Mr. Bond,
wouldn’t it?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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The laughter died in his eyes. “Do
you have a preference for game?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Punto banco.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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One eyebrow arched and he bowed his
head. “Well chosen.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He turned to the waitress who’d
discreetly approached them and ordered drinks before sitting next to her. A few
moments later the croupier joined them, and the shoe, containing at least four
decks of cards, appeared on the surface of the table. Drinks arrived, along
with a single dealer, and the game began when the croupier directed Ariston to
draw the first cards.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Several hands were played before
either of them spoke again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What brings you to Coranthos?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She accepted a third card and held
up her hand to stand pat, then smiled at her companion. “I’m here to deliver a
gift to the owner, Lukas Demetriou. He and my late aunt knew each other
twenty-five years ago.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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For an instant his smile froze. A
kiss of unease touched the back of her neck and she turned aside, picking up
her drink to avoid meeting his gaze.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“The gift you bring must be very
valuable for you to have made such a long journey.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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There was a note in his voice she
couldn’t define. Steeling herself, she finished the martini and glanced at him
again. “I hope he’ll think so.” She extended her hand to him. “Thank you for
the drink, Mr. Katsaros.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He stood with her, brought her hand
to his lips and dropped a light kiss on her fingers. The brush of contact, like
a feathery whisper, woke a quiver of response deep inside her. This man was
dangerous, at least to her. He was very tall, his inky black hair trimmed and
styled to perfectly frame arresting features. Dark eyes, almost the same
midnight shade as his hair, were watchful and alert. He saw everything. Despite
the casual suit he wore, she sensed a power seething inside him that was on a
par with the force of nature.<o:p></o:p></div>
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by Marie Laval, CURATING LOVE by Cara Marsi, PLAIN HARRY by Lindsay Townsend,
and THE MINSTREL BOY by Jenny Twist<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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What if a life-changing letter arrived in today's mail? Now
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the mainland of Europe, and on to Turkey, nine international romance writers
share spellbinding love stories told across time. And each begins with a
letter... <o:p></o:p></div>
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This collection includes contemporary and historical
romance, futuristic time travel romance, and romance touched by magic by
Award-winning and Multi-published Authors: Rose Anderson, Denyse Bridger, Lynn
Crain, Helena Fairfax, Gemma Juliana, Marie Laval, Cara Marsi, Lindsay
Townsend, and Jenny Twist. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>ALL OR NOTHING: <o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<i>Casino Coranthos is a
playground for wealthy, bored people, but for some, it’s also a place where
dreams and promises change lives forever. When a letter becomes part of an
unexpected inheritance for Ryann Thomson, her aunt’s past brings her face to
face with Ariston Katsaros, a man haunted by loss and driven by anger. As the
attraction between them sizzles and grows, can Ryann convince him she isn’t
looking to rob him or his father of anything, or will she become a casualty of
Ari’s vengeance? In this dangerous game of all or nothing, her heart is at
stake as well as her future happiness…</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Excerpt:<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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The door to the adjoining sitting room
was open, and she could see Aunt Mel’s army trunk in the middle of the floor,
papers scattered around it. Her heartbeat picked up, the thudding loud in her
ears. Mel hadn’t opened that trunk in almost twenty-five years, not even when
Ryann begged to see the contents. Her aunt didn’t want to be reminded of those
last days in Vietnam, when Saigon fell and she’d barely made it out alive.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ryann hadn’t understood, and no
amount of wheedling on her part had changed Aunt Mel’s stance. As an adult, she
understood. Mel didn’t want to go back to Vietnam, even in her mind.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“So what changed, Aunt Mel?” Her
words were soft, barely a whisper in the silence of the room.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She dropped to her knees next to
the open trunk and looked inside for the first time. She picked up the small
nurse’s cap, shaking fingers smoothing the crisp material, her heart in her
throat. The trunk was small, and it was far from filled. She set the cap aside,
lifted the uniform, and spotted a photo album. She settled more comfortably on
the floor and opened the book, looking at the photos with near reverence. Mel
and her fellow nurses, all smiles, she could almost imagine their laughter and
see the sparkle of adventure in their eyes. Further into the album, the smiles
vanished, the disillusionment was impossible to deny. When she reached the last
page, she noticed several photos had been removed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She put the album back in the trunk
and stood, heading for her aunt’s favourite armchair, and the pile of paper
sitting on the table beside it. There were several books stacked neatly in the
opposite chair, but it was the letter on top of the polished table that caught
her attention. Guilt assailed her when she picked up the single sheet of heavy
paper. Shaking her head, she unfolded the page and read:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>My dearest Melinda,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Twenty-five years have passed, some of them
so quickly I can hardly remember where they started or ended. What I do recall
is that each of them was less than it might have been if they’d been shared
with you. Our time has come, at last. I know you never married after we
returned from Saigon, and I can see you now, frowning as you consider how I
have such knowledge. Yes, I did keep tabs on you, but I never broke the promise
we made. I lived my life. My wife died many years ago. I wanted to contact you
then, but honoured your request that we not speak again until this year. I have
much to tell you, but all that seems important are the words I left you with
back in 1975, I love you.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Much has changed, my entire life in fact.
Enclosed are tickets for Greece, home to me now. I want you with me, to see the
turn of the millennium in six months, and to share whatever remains of our
lives.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Love, Luke<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Sure enough, under the letter was
another envelope, and a brief look confirmed it was the airline ticket “Luke”
had referred to. Stunned, Ryann sat back in the chair and stared at the room,
seeing nothing. Aunt Mel had never mentioned anyone from Vietnam, yet she’d
been loved by this soldier, and apparently had loved him, too.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her gaze went to the books in the
chair. Would she find answers between the covers of those books? She’d be
invading Aunt Mel’s most personal space. If she wanted to know, this was the
only way she’d find out more. Sighing, she reached for the first of the
journals Aunt Melinda had kept throughout her life. There was a reason she’d
been looking at these books…<o:p></o:p></div>
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WISHES by Rose Anderson, SEALED WITH A KISS by Lynn Crain, COME DATE ME IN
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Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-89022463387041182302016-06-25T12:00:00.001-03:002016-06-25T12:00:55.338-03:00Two books, one volume – OLD WEST #MFRWAuthor #RomFantasy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This particular novella has an odd history. It was first published back
in 2005, and sold virtually nothing. Once I got the rights back, I filed it
away for a number of years. In 2012, I decided it was time to bring it back for
readers. It was a disaster, the company I contracted it with was the wrong
publisher for it, and it languished again. I think it was on their catalogue
for a couple of months, then I requested contract termination. </span><b style="font-family: inherit;">Winner Take All</b><span style="font-family: inherit;"> had lost again, and I put it
back in the literary vault. XoXo Publishing asked to publish it months later,
and I decided to let it go again. Another doomed release. So, finally, New
Dawning Book Fair, a company I love working with, put out a call for Westerns.
This is one of my best books, and I am fond of it. I considered it for a time,
then decided to take a chance again. This time I think the book has found a
home and its’ audience at last!</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Probably no surprise that I’m creating a new Western, too – one with
some amazing and sizzling possibilities. It’s called Parlour Photography, and I
think readers will love the idea! (That one will be part of a Boxed Set to be
released in October…more details to follow…)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-US">Here’s another look at </span><span lang="EN-US">Winner Take All and
the other novella it’s been paired with to make <b>OLD WEST – Volume One:<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-US">WINNER TAKE ALL: </span><i><span lang="EN-US">When
Dylan Coulter rides into Sparkling Springs, he quickly discovers the woman who
runs the local saloon is worth the risk of facing the hangman. Things get ugly
fast when Dylan is accused of killing the only son of the richest rancher in
the area. Unwilling to leave her behind, Dylan takes Maggie with him as he
tries to dodge bounty hunters and a determined Pinkerton agent who just happens
to be Maggie’s old love...</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">DESPERATE LOVE: <i>Well-bred
and genteel, Valerie Johnson travels by train and stagecoach from Boston to
join her husband three thousand miles away in Virginia City, Nevada, only to
discover she is a widow. Low on money, unable to find respectable employment,
she accepts a temporary position as a courtesan at Rosie’s Parlor—an elegant
Virginia City brothel.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">When godlike Duke
Dugan picks Valerie, they both wonder if it is lust or love at first sight.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Fascinated by the
beautiful, flaming-haired prostitute he calls Red, Duke, wishing to learn more
about her, takes her to dinner in Virginia City’s finest restaurant. To her
dismay, Valerie finds out that Duke is a rebel captain, who, along with his two
brothers, is on a desperate mission for the despised Confederacy. She would
tell the authorities, except there’s one problem—she’s fallen in love with him.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Available now at <a href="https://www.amazon.com/OLD-WEST-1-Denyse-Bridger-ebook/dp/B01GGWEF1U/">Amazon</a></span></b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">WINNER TAKE ALL excerpt:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It was well into the night before Maggie was able to herd
the last of the night’s customers out of the Spur and lock the doors behind
them. When she dropped the key in her pocket and turned around, she was
startled beyond reason to find herself face to face with Dylan Coulter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Mr. Coulter, I thought you’d gone upstairs,” she said,
feeling instantly foolish when he grinned at her discomfiture.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Where am I supposed to go upstairs, ma’am?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Her annoyance with herself went up another notch. “I’m
sorry. I’d forgotten that you’ve just arrived. I’m on my way to my rooms, so I’ll
show you the way.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“You stay here?” He sounded surprised and she gave him a
sidelong glance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Of course. It’s comfortable, and convenient.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded, still smiling broadly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He took the oil lamp from her hand and gestured for her to
lead the way. A slight scowl marring her face, Maggie set her jaw and headed
for the stairs, the soft pool of golden light steady at her back as heavier
steps trailed hers up the plain flight, and along the shadowy corridor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Your room is number three, Mr. Coulter,” she told him,
pointing, “at the end of the hall, on the left. I had your things sent up
earlier. Your horse is stabled across the street.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“When did you have time to do all that?” he challenged,
pleased, but also curious.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She laughed. “While you were busy taking money from foolish
drunks.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Thank you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“You’re quite welcome, Mr. Coulter.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“It’s Dylan, ma’am.” He handed her the lamp and touched the
brim of his hat before walking away, humming softly to himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Before she could think about it, Maggie stopped him by
calling out quietly, “Dylan, have you had any supper?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He turned, watched her for several indeterminate heartbeats,
and then shook his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Would you like to join me?” Some inner voice was already
laughing at her, and Maggie ignored it. She never socialized with customers.
This was not only uncharacteristic; to her mind it was absurd. Yet… “Jonas
Wilkins runs the café a few doors down, and he often stays late for me,” she
said by way of explanation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The amusement in Dylan Coulter’s blue eyes was already
making her regret the impulsive invitation, but she bit back the tart words
that would retract her cordiality, and waited for him to walk back to stand in
front of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“I’d be delighted to have supper with you, Miss Watson,” he
assured her and offered his arm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Maggie,” she said. “If you wouldn’t mind waiting for just a
few minutes, I’d like to tidy up before we go.” She knew full well that she
looked more than a bit harried after a long shift in the bar.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“I’ll meet you downstairs in twenty minutes, ma’am,” Dylan
said with a smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Fifteen minutes after they’d separated upstairs, Maggie was
waiting in the main room of the saloon. She heard a heavy footfall on the
stairs and swung around to look at him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">For the second time that night, Dylan Coulter took her
breath away. He’d changed from his riding clothes into a suit of rich, dark
blue. His shirt was pale blue, ruffled at the cuffs and down the front. His
silk tie was black, and the jacket he was pulling on drew her attention to
broad shoulders and the undeniable impression of strength and power. He hadn’t
bothered with a hat, and his dark brown hair was neatly combed, the deep waves
gleaming when he passed under a lamp.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As he continued his walk toward her, her eyes drifted over
him. Narrow hips flowed into long legs that were muscled from many hours spent
on horseback. His boots were polished black leather, and the silver spurs were
more ornate than functional. A gold chain dipped gracefully from the pocket of
his burgundy vest, and the watch fob was a small, exquisitely carved replica of
an old-fashioned flintlock pistol. At his hip, once again, rested a polished
black gun, holster and shell belt lacking ornamentation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A tiny sliver of ice formed at the base of her spine and
began a swift ascent, chilling the back of her neck in heartbeats. He knows how
to use that gun, too, a tiny voice murmured inside her head. The knowledge
scared her a lot more than she wanted it to, though she wasn’t sure why it
should.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Maggie?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She actually started at the sound of his quiet, richly
timbred voice. His accent, like so much else about him, was something of a
mystery; it revealed lingering traces of the south, but also the precision of
an education obtained abroad. There was a subtle, growling purr in the texture
of his speech A sound that made her feel awkward and vaguely disoriented. She’d
felt a shadow of that kind of feeling only once before, and the reminder of it
unsettled her further.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Mr. Coulter.” She tried to smile, and knew it was only a
partial success when his eyebrow rose, curiosity lighting the deep azure gaze
that studied her. “Dylan,” she corrected softly. “Shall we go?” It was safer
than standing around looking at him. She was distinctly certain that too long
in his presence would not bode well for her peace of mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Ma’am.” He nodded and offered his arm. “How far is this
café?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“A few doors down,” she said, and waited while he locked the
saloon and pocketed the key. She opened her mouth to question the action, then
chose not to bother.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“How much money did Billy Madison lose to you?” She asked
the question carefully, a deep reticence about the answer stirring something
akin to dread in her heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“A fair bit,” Dylan replied, his tone casual. “He assures me
his daddy will be happy to pay the debt.” He looked down at her, a tiny smile
lifting the corners of his mouth. “Is that true, Maggie. Or is the boy really
as stupid as he seems?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She sighed and shook her head. “Unfortunately, both.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Dylan nodded. “Is this the place we’re looking for?” They’d
stopped outside a small building with several windows in the front, and a sign
above the door that read Wilkins Café.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She glanced at the door, with its shutter down but a light
clearly burning inside. She smiled. “Yes, this is it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“She’s pretty friendly with that stranger, Billy,” Gil
Horner noted as they watched from the concealment of an alley across the street
from the café. He wasn’t much interested in Billy Madison’s attempts to win
Maggie Watson’s heart, but Billy’s father paid him well to keep the kid alive.
He had the feeling this would be one night when he had to earn his pay by more
forceful means than the threat of his presence. If the kid went after Coulter,
Gil knew they didn’t really stand much of a chance. Coulter had an air about
him that Horner had encountered before; he was dangerous, cool, and confident.
All the things Billy Madison wasn’t, of course. “Why don’t you just leave it,
kid?” he advised, knowing as he spoke that the boy wouldn’t be deterred.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Maggie and me have an understandin’, Gil,” Billy objected. “I
don’t aim to leave her alone to face the likes of Dylan Coulter.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Grinding his teeth in frustration, Horner grabbed the young
man by the shoulder and spun him around so he could look Billy in the eye.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“What you and Maggie Watson have is a misunderstandin’, kid,”
he snarled. “She’s out of your league, Billy. Leave her alone before it gets
you killed!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He waited, and in a detached corner of his mind, he gave the
kid a once over. Billy was a good-looking boy, with light brown eyes and hair
as black as his Indian mother’s had been. He carried the best features of both
his parents, and there wasn’t a girl within a fifty-mile radius who wouldn’t be
eager to marry him. Nature being perversely absurd, the only woman he’d ever
expressed an interest in was the one who didn’t want him. Maggie was
twenty-five to Billy’s nineteen, and Gil had wondered a few times if that wasn’t
her primary objection to the kid. Horner had made a play for her once, and like
others, she’d shot him down with kind, but firm words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“You still hankerin’ for her yourself, Gil?” Billy asked
with a sneer. “That why you want me to give up?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“I’m not a man who likes to be turned down more than once,
kid,” Gil snapped. “She said no, and I’m willin’ to leave it at that. Unlike
you,” he added pointedly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Go home, Gil,” Billy ordered. “If I need backup, I can find
Boyd.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Billy,” Horner began with forced patience. “The Sheriff’s
out of town. Boyd ain’t in a position to be doin’ you favors. He’s the deputy,
let him do his job.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Billy started to object, just as Horner knew he would. Gil’s
closed fist rose straight up, clipping the boy soundly beneath the chin,
snapping his teeth together and knocking him out cold in a matter of seconds.
Sighing heavily, Gil caught the kid’s weight, hefted him onto one broad
shoulder, and headed down the alley to the waiting horses. Billy would be
madder than a caged bobcat come morning, but that was better than dead. At
least in Horner’s book.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Before you leave, I want you to go into Carson City and get
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Cody looked surprised. “Isn’t that dangerous?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Yes, that’s why I want you to take Valerie with you. You’ll
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“As you wish, Cap’tin.” Cody turned to Valerie. “Are you
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Valerie was taken totally off guard, but she understood the
reason Duke wanted her to go with Cody. It made sense. They would appear as a
farmer or a rancher and his wife, buying provisions for the fortnight. “I didn’t
bring a dress?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Doesn’t matter. Half the women hereabouts wear men’s
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m ready when you are.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He grabbed her hand. “Let’s go.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She accompanied Cody, riding the same sorrel mare on which
she rode to Carson City. They hadn’t ridden a hundred yards when Cody
exclaimed, “Whoowee, look who’s playing married with the pretty lady. Too bad I
don’t get to try out the side benefits of being married.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Valerie bit her tongue to keep from smiling. “You are
incorrigible.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Does that mean, can’t act normal?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She did laugh. “Something like that. You are acting much too
joyful for a morose farmer.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Let me tell you. Even a morose farmer would be joyful around
you. You’re like a ray of sunshine.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Time to change the subject. “Cody, what do you want to do
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“I want to start a ranch. Then, I’d like to find a classy
woman as pretty as you and make her my wife. I would never treat her like some
men treat their wives—beating them, going to saloons or even brothels. I would
treat my wife like a queen.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Valerie couldn’t think of what to say after that, so she
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Cody laughed. Then he leaned across the space between the
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Wide-eyed and mouth open in shock, she turned to Cody. “What—”
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">His lips formed that bad boy smile that made her think of
sex. “Sorry. I just felt like kissing my future sister-in-law. If’n I can’t
have you, the next best thing is you being my sister-in-law.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“I know, incorrigible. Watch this.” Cody whipped his dark
brown stallion with the rein until it galloped. When he was a hundred yards
ahead, he pulled the horse to a stop and started galloping back. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Valerie began to worry when, under a full gallop, he stood
up on the saddle. Holding the reins in one hand, he waved his wide-brimmed
western hat in the other. Then, as he passed, Valerie’s mouth dropped open when
he jumped up and spun in the air, landing in the saddle sitting backward and
waving to her as he rode away from her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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When the stagecoach carrying Chris McQuade is the target of
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Chase Jordan is a man with half his life missing since his
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<b>The Devane Files Book 1 – <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-outofhell-506562-340.html">Out
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In 1892, London is only now beginning to forget the horrors
of the "Ripper" murders. Inspector Michael Devane, who worked on that
notorious case, has been assigned to the murky Whitechapel district now that
Chief Inspector Fred Abberline is retired. Devane is a haunted man, his mind
frequently lost to the fog of an opium addiction. But Devane is also a man of
brilliant vision and intuition, something Abberline recognized years earlier...<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>The Devane Files Book 1 – <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-anunspokenbetrayal-480901-340.html">An
Unspoken Betrayal</a></b>: (Victorian mystery, sensual romance)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Once again on the streets of Whitechapel, Detective Michael
Devane is being drawn deeper into a mystery that is, perhaps, best left
unsolved...<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Champagne-Chocolate-Denys%C3%A9-Bridger-ebook/dp/B00IEGHAKK/"><b>Champagne
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From different worlds, drawn by desire, passion is about to
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Austin Standish is a man of refined tastes. Intelligent and
educated, Austin enjoys all of the best life has to offer. A gambler, a
gunslinger, and a man who has plans to taste the sweetest prize at The Palace
Casino and Saloon - the lovely owner, Chantille L'Amour, the most sought after
jewel on the Barbary Coast.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Running a high-class brothel and casino isn't exactly the
life she was born to but Chantille is determined to overcome the ruin her
family was left in once the Civil War ended. But, she has chosen a difficult
path... one that demands much and leaves her lonely. She's noticed the handsome
man who comes into her world from time to time, and when she chooses to give in
to desire, the passion evoked by Austin's touch may change her life forever....<o:p></o:p></div>
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When work brings Deluna Jordan face to face with a man who
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everything with his boss, including lovers…and a thirst for blood…and she is
about to become the lucky recipient of all their desires…<o:p></o:p></div>
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When Detective Faith Prentice is assigned as a liaison to
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killer who’s MO matches one she’s hunted at home in Los Angeles, she is
ill-prepared for what awaits her in the beautiful jewel city of Canada’s French
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Andrew Dahle is a career spook, with no messy emotional ties
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A straight-forward operation to grab a defector before he
can leave the country with a top secret project goes wildly awry, and forces
Andrew to choose between saving the life of a colleague’s son or nailing his
target. To his great surprise, he saves the young man’s life, and wakes up in a
hospital. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Grateful, Richard MacAvoy, a retired agent with his own
elite contacts and players, steps in when Dahle is injured saving his son.
Desperate to complete his mission, Andrew reluctantly accepts the help MacAvoy
offers, and in the process just might learn that alone isn’t always the best
way to work, and friends might be worth the vulnerability he’s always shunned.<o:p></o:p></div>
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take you places you’d be better not to go… Rick also has a lesson to learn,
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<br />Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-19215768981339400612016-05-28T18:51:00.002-03:002016-05-28T18:51:29.743-03:00Wicked Whispers from @TinaDonahue #RB4U #MFRWauthor #romance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>As the Inquisition gains force, even the faintest rumor can brand one a heretic. In this world it is Sancha's gift--or curse--to be blessed with the gift of healing. But the villagers are in need of her arts more than ever, and she feels it is her duty to help them at the risk of losing her life. And at the sacrifice of her heart…</i></div>
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<i>Enrique has never wanted a woman as he does Sancha. Determined to have her love, he woos her with exquisite passion, giving her refuge to pursue her healing in secret. But their very desire and escape from the ruthless forces of the world may be their undoing. And together, they must pit themselves against a jealous rival and archaic tradition to secure their place in a hopeful new dawn…</i></div>
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Rusted chains rested on the floor. Bolts studded the walls at intervals sufficiently high to hold a man’s arms above his head, low enough to shackle his feet.</div>
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Enrique bypassed those items, stopping at the lone chair and long table, her volumes stacked on top. She had so many the wood was no longer visible beneath her books.</div>
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He put his candle in a holder, picked up the first volume, and turned page after page, his handsome features slackening with shock. “This is in Arabic.”</div>
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“Some are in Latin. I can read both languages.”</div>
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“This volume is on Islamic medicine.”</div>
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She put her candle into a holder. “All of them are.”</div>
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He stared as if seeing her for the first time with the image not pleasing him. “This is heresy.”</div>
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Her spirits fell. Although she hadn’t expected him to understand fully or to grin in delight, she didn’t want him to be so intolerant.</div>
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She joined him and stroked her books as she would a beloved child. “This is knowledge.”</div>
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He rested his hands on her shoulders. “Sancha, listen to me. What you have here are from Spain’s enemies.”</div>
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“No.” She pushed his hands off her. “Physicians penned these books centuries before our birth. How can they threaten you, me, or anyone else in this country?”</div>
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“I concede those men pose no menace now. However, their ancestors did and the generations that follow still do.”</div>
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“Then hate them, not those who wrote the books. What they discovered is beyond compare and saved Fernando’s life, arm, and leg. When his wounds infected, I learned how to treat them as I had Maria’s in order to save both of them. Not because of Spain’s physicians, the Church, religion, or custom. Because of Zakariya Razi. Rhazes to those who honor him.”</div>
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She gestured to the great man’s book. “Reading his work opened my eyes to so many possibilities. Men need not go lame, blind, or die needlessly if someone knows how to treat them. Rhazes’s people established medicine far surpassing what we know. A famous tale relates how he determined where to build a hospital for the community. He had meat hung in various locations around Baghdad. The spot where the carcasses rotted the least was the one he chose, because he knew what caused illness.”</div>
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She circled the table and lifted a cage with mice inside. Three fat ones eyed her, noses twitching. “I experiment on these creatures wherever I am, testing what my books claim. Thus far, all holds true. The potions and treatments these men discovered centuries ago help us now. How can that be wrong? Would you have preferred I let Fernando die?”</div>
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“Of course not.” He threw up his hands. “But this…”</div>
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“This is the future. Spain may keep its people from knowing anything so miraculous but the rest of the world will never stand still. They will move forward as we mire ourselves in unending battles and for what? A piece of land? A castle? What about people? Do they have no value except for your family?”</div>
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He frowned. “You matter.”</div>
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“Then try to understand why I do what I must. How important this is to me.”</div>
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“I can see that. You rage like a madwoman.”</div>
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“Perhaps I am.” She turned away. “You should leave.”</div>
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“Without you? Never.”</div>
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She crossed to the other side of the room before he could reach her. “You have no claim on me.”</div>
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“Not yet.”</div>
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Frowning, she looked over.</div>
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“Study what you want.” He made a sweeping gesture to take in all her books. “Experiment on whatever creature appeals to you. Heal when you will.”</div>
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Surprised at his comment, she softened her stance. “Truly? You believe in what I do?”</div>
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“You give me no choice, and I give you none. From this moment forward whenever and wherever you heal, I intend to accompany you as your protector.”</div>
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<b>About Tina:</b></div>
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Tina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Kensington, Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, Booktrope, Luminosity, Decadent, and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels (Freeing the Beast, Come and Get Your Love, and Wicked Takeover) were Readers' Choice Award winners. Another three (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the EPIC competition. Sensual Stranger, her erotic contemporary romance, was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for her erotic romance Lush Velvet Nights. Two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.<br />
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