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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">It's the sequel to A Siren's Revenge and I'm very excited about this one. Annabelle and Aaron's story will be fabulous. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">It's going to be available around October. I'll continue to post updates.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">If you haven't had a chance to read the the first one, A Siren's Revenge you can pick up a copy on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sirens-Revenge-Lauren-Pilla-ebook/dp/B00HYMOJR2/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1408549880&sr=8-2&keywords=a+siren%27s+revenge" target="_blank">Amazon</a> or <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-sirens-revenge-lauren-pilla/1118139974?ean=2940045749541" target="_blank">Barnes and Nobles</a></span></em><br />
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In the late 1880’s, Grace’s sixteenth birthday was the most traumatic night of her life. Her mother had revealed a dark secret that ultimately killed her and everyone in her town. Only Grace and her two friends escaped the same fate. The secret: she was a siren. The murderer was her father.</div>
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Grace vowed to avenge all who died that horrible night. But before she killed her father she discovered he’d bore another child, a son. A son, who grew up to be an almost unstoppable sorcerer and would continue the cycle of revenge for his father.<br />
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</span></em><br />Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620912102297242479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876253957807845949.post-19749897186893041702014-01-18T08:56:00.001-05:002014-01-18T08:56:15.856-05:00New Release!!!<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span>In the late 1880’s, Grace’s sixteenth
birthday was the most traumatic night of her life. Her mother had
revealed a dark secret that ultimately killed her and everyone in her
town. Only Grace and her two friends escaped the same fate. The secret,
she was a siren. The murderer was her father.</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span>Grace vowed to avenge all who died that
horrible night. But before she killed her father she discovered he’d
bore another child, a son. A son, who grew up to be an almost
unstoppable sorcerer and would continue the cycle of revenge for his
father.</span></i></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Here is an excerpt from Demon Protector</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">The man got up from his seated position
and moved quickly out of sight, seeming to simply vanish. Scarlet took a
deep breath, then another, and gradually relaxed. The minute that she
felt calm, the blue mist disappeared.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">“Well,” she said aloud to the night air, “that was a neat trick.”</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Suddenly, the man reappeared and grabbed
her arm. Alarm engulfed her, and so did the blue mist. But, since the
man had grabbed her arm, she was now trapped inside the mist with him!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">“Please don’t hurt me. If you do,
I’ll…I’ll stab you!” Scarlet told her assailant, as she frantically
patted the pockets of her pants in search of something sharp.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">“Hurt you?” He chuckled. “<em>Mon chaton féroce</em>, I have just saved you. Why would I hurt you?”</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">“Well, because you are in my bubble of mist. And…and…” She stared at him in sudden recognition. “You’re Mr. Coffee!”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">“<em>Ma chérie</em>, is that what you
call me?” He sounded amused. “Please take down your shield so that we
can get out of here. More may be coming!”</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">“More? More what? Who are you? What do you want? What makes you think I am doing this?” she demanded, holding out her hands.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">“Because you are doing it. I’ll explain when we are safe. Now relax and let the shield down.”</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Relax? She realized that that was when
the mist had disappeared—when she relaxed. Holy hell! But how could she
relax? A drop-dead gorgeous man was standing in a ball of blue haze with
her. The black T-shirt that had so perfectly sculpted to his body at
the coffee shop was ripped, and his jeans…well, she’d like to rip them
as well, to look at those thigh muscles. How had she not noticed the
size of his biceps before now? Or the size of his chest? Or the size of
his—</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">“Hey! Hello?” Mr. Coffee waved his hand in front of her face.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">She could feel the heat radiating from
his body. They were so close that she could have just leaned forward and
licked him. His face was shadowed with a little stubble and his dark
features were sexy. His green eyes were even more beautiful up close,
and his dark, buzzed hair made her want to reach out and feel it. She
struggled to remember why she had been so afraid to say hello to him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Lord have mercy, she was a sucker for an
accent, too—and she’d hit the jackpot with this one. French, the
language of love. She nearly came in her pants when he started speaking
to her. Maybe that was why he drank French vanilla. She’d have to find
out what he had called her. It better not turn out to have been
something nasty!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">He had scratches on his face, probably
from the fight he’d just had with the shoe-loving freaks. How dare they
mess up the beautiful man’s face! His body was that of a sex god. <em>Six months wasted. </em>Those broad shoulders were meant to be clung to as he fucked whoever up against the wall…</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">What the hell was she thinking? He was still a stranger. <em>No fucking the man who is trying to take you. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 16px;"><em>God, I miss sex.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">She tried to rein in her renegade thoughts. <em>Jesus Christ, focus, woman!</em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">“Scarlet, we don’t have all night. Drop the shield,” he said again, sounding aggravated.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">“How the fuck do you know my name?” she yelped.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">“You kiss your mother with that mouth? I’ll tell you later, <em>ma chéri</em>.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">She let out a frustrated breath. Her
stomach felt normal. No waves of nausea, no fluttering. Things felt
safe—sort of. Her breathing slowed, and she closed her eyes. <em>Breathe in…breathe out…</em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Finally, the swirling mist vanished and he grasped her arm. “Come on,” he said.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">His French accent made her putty in his hands, and she followed like an obedient puppy. <em>Damn that accent and damn his gorgeous body.</em></span>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620912102297242479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876253957807845949.post-29449465242072425252013-09-07T15:07:00.001-04:002013-09-07T15:07:16.202-04:00I have a new COVER!I have a new cover for Demon Protector. Check it out everyone!!<br />
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<br />Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620912102297242479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876253957807845949.post-68355577136359307592012-10-30T09:06:00.002-04:002012-10-30T09:06:28.897-04:00And the winner is......<div class="kd-appbar">
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Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620912102297242479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876253957807845949.post-55194768885056426122012-10-26T07:28:00.000-04:002012-10-26T07:28:38.130-04:00It's time for the HALLOWEEN BLOG HOP!<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><i>Looking for a trick or a sexy treat to get blood pumping? Then welcome to the <span style="color: orange;">Halloween Blog Hop. </span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Starting today</span>,</span> <span style="color: orange;">October 26 through 29th,</span> </span><span style="color: white;">t</span></i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: white;">here</span> are tons of authors giving away some treats for your ghoulish pleasure. </i></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">During this spooktacular time I will be giving away a pdf copy of <span style="color: orange;">A Vampire For Halloween</span> to one lucky vic... I mean winner. </span></i><br />
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Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620912102297242479noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876253957807845949.post-6065717837681877202012-10-10T20:24:00.000-04:002012-10-11T11:31:02.048-04:00Halloween blog hop!! Stay tuned!<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><i>On <span style="color: orange;">October </span>26th through the 29th I will be participating in an awesome blog hop with hundreds of great authors!</i></span></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>Alexis is obsessed with Halloween. With
her house decked out to the nines no one could possibly disagree.
Ghosts and vampires sway against her walls while a scarecrow guards her
front yard. Alexis, however has no one to guard her subconscious and is
pleasurably invaded by a dark, sexy and mysterious man night after
night.</span></span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>Luke Ellis is a 472 year old vampire who
is madly in love with Alexis. He invades her dreams, knowing it’s the
only way he can be with her, until he gets the brilliant idea to invite
her to his annual Halloween party.</span></span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>Alexis has heard rumors about the wild
parties held at the Ellis mansion and couldn’t wait to attend. What she
doesn’t know is her mysterious man is also there… waiting. Will she have
a real life encounter with her fantasy man or will her dreams turn into
a nightmare?</span></span></span></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Available at Secret Cravings Publishing on October 1st.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i> Trick-or- Treat with a delicious sexy story this Halloween.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=420" target="_blank">buy here</a></i></span>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620912102297242479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876253957807845949.post-90729907278454373172012-09-09T10:01:00.002-04:002012-09-09T10:01:44.996-04:00Coming Soon!!!<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;">Cover art for A Siren's Revenge. Coming to Bradley Publishing. Look for it soon in September!</span><br /><br />Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620912102297242479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876253957807845949.post-15614571219010508512012-06-01T14:06:00.000-04:002012-06-01T14:06:03.114-04:00Signed and scanned!<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A Siren's Revenge has a home with Bradley Publishing. YAY!!!! My latest paranormal/fantasy story will be released around September. I will keep everyone posted with details. A Siren's Revenge, when a young girl turns sixteen, it's anything but a happy birthday.</span>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620912102297242479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876253957807845949.post-36435606018573674662012-04-09T08:06:00.000-04:002012-04-09T08:06:16.210-04:00And the winner is...<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And the winner is...</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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“Please don’t hurt me. If you do, I’ll…I’ll stab you!” <br />
Scarlet told her assailant,as she frantically patted <br />
the pockets of her pants in search of something sharp.<br />
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“Hurt you?” He chuckled."Mon chaton féroce, I have just saved you.<br />
Why would I hurt you?”<br />
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“Well, because you are in my bubble of mist. And ... And...”<br />
She stared at him in sudden recognition. “You're Mr. Coffee!" <br />
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"Is that what you call me?” He sounded amused.<br />
“Please take down your shield so that we can get out of here.<br />
More may be coming!” <br />
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“More? More what? Who are you? What do you want? <br />
What makes you think I am doing this?” she demanded, holding out her hands. <br />
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“Because you are doing it. I’ll explain when we are safe.<br />
Now relax and let the shield down.” <br />
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Relax? She realized that that was when the mist had<br />
disappeared – when she relaxed.<br />
Holy hell! But how could she relax?<br />
A drop-dead gorgeous man was standing in a ball of blue haze <br />
with her. The black T-shirt that had been so perfectly sculpted to his body at the coffee shop was ripped, and<br />
his jeans... Well, she’d like to rip them, as well, and look at those<br />
thigh muscles. How had she not noticed the size of his biceps before<br />
now? Or the size of his chest? Or the size of his—<br />
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"Hey! Hello?" Mr. Coffee waved his hand in front of her face.<br />
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She could feel the heat radiating from his body.<br />
They were so close that she could have just leaned<br />
forward and licked him. His face was shadowed<br />
with a little stubble, and his dark features looked sexy.<br />
His green eyes were even more beautiful up close, and<br />
his dark hair made her want to reach out and feel his<br />
buzzed hair. She struggled to remember why she had been so<br />
afraid to say hello to him. <br />
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Lord have mercy, she was a sucker for an accent, too, and<br />
she’d hit the jackpot with this one.<br />
French, the language of love. She nearly came in her pants when<br />
he started speaking to her. Maybe that was why <br />
he drank French Vanilla.<br />
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She’d have to find out what he had called her.<br />
It better not turn out to have been something nasty! He had <br />
scratches on his face, probably from the fight he’d just had with<br />
the shoe-loving freaks. How dare they mess up<br />
the beautiful man’s face? His body looked like that of a sex god.<br />
Six months wasted.<br />
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Those broad shoulders were meant to be clung to as<br />
he fucked whoever up against the wall... What the hell <br />
was she thinking? He was still a stranger.<br />
No fucking the man who is trying to take you. <br />
God, I miss sex... She tried to rein in her renegade thoughts.<br />
Jesus Christ, get focused, woman!<br />
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Bo, an ex demon soldier, who once fought for the evil leader, Ryu, has been tasked with protecting Scarlet. After a few days of watching her, he instantly became fascinated. As the battle looms ahead to destroy his former leader, he's got to decide what he wants more- revenge, or the powerful witch who's captivated him?</em></span><br />
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<span><em>It's sinfully delicious!</em></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">A TASTY BLURB</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">He’s her ex’s brother, yet Arden Windham aches to be in Cam Mercer’s arms. The man is rude and obnoxious, his blue eyes cold and unfeeling, but he makes her body melt. Being with ex-con Cam is nowhere in her plans, not if she wants the affection she’s worked so hard to gain from her overbearing father. Still, Cam’s touch is unlike anything she’s ever felt and Arden finds herself having to choose between her wants and her needs.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Cameron Mercer is his family’s black sheep, a man apart. For six months he watched Arden waste her time with his twin and now she’s free, he’s not waiting another minute. He’s on a campaign to get her off the tight rope she’s been walking. There’s a rebel behind that smooth façade and he’s on a mission to set Arden free. Too bad she insists on putting up a fight</span>.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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Rain pelted her in the face as she yelled after Cam. “What the fuck is your problem?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">He ignored her and she kicked off her heels and raced after him. Grabbing his arm, she tugged. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“What the hell is your problem with me, Mr. Mercer?” She brushed wet hair from her eyes and glared up at him. “Did I kill your puppy or something?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">He shrugged and her gaze darted to those shoulders. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Briefly.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“I don’t like you,” he said.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">What? Arden gaped up at him. She would never cop to how her chest felt like he’d sliced her open. “Everybody likes me.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">He laughed in her face. “You’re a spoiled, entitled rich kid.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Where the hell did he get off? “You don’t know me.” She poked him in the chest. “You don’t know shit about me, so you have no right to judge me.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Water dripped from his hood and down his chin. “My brother knew, right? And it seems he had enough of you.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“Motherfucker!” She lifted her hand to punch him in the freaking nose, but Cam grabbed her wrists. She fought him, kicking at his shins.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“Get your hands off me, you son of a bitch.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">He lifted her off her feet and brought her down on the hood of his truck. Arden struggled as he grabbed her nape and brought their heads close. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“Does daddy know how dirty his little girl’s mouth is?” His lips brushed her ear and Arden shivered. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Damn. She struggled harder but his vice grip held her immobile. Rain poured, wetting her tight white dress, molding it to her skin.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“Did my brother get any of those dirty words or are they all for me?” His fingers at her nape tightened. His bulky frame covered her vision and Arden inhaled his scent of clean soap and anger. Her nipples beaded.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">She tried sliding out from under his hold, but only succeeded in sprawling backward on the truck’s wet hood. Lifting her hands, she clutched his arms.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“Cam.” She heard the whimper in her voice, but rejected it. She didn’t whimper. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">He lifted his head, met her eyes, and her tremors started. His fingers at her nape flexed. The coolness in his eyes bled away, leaving only heat. Leaving only flames.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“No.” She shook her head. It wasn’t right, but her cunt was all slippery. He didn’t like her, but she tightened her grip on his forearm. “You don’t like me.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">His lips curved, his hold on her slackened and Arden scrambled away, nearly falling to the ground in her attempt to get away. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Cam grabbed her hand, yanked her into his chest. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Arden held her breath to avoid breathing in his musk. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“I don’t have to like you to want you, Princess.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">She was burning up, melting, but Arden gathered her strength and pushed at his chest. “I don’t like you, either, Mr. Mercer. Nor do I want you.” Oh, God. She couldn’t even convince herself. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">He chuckled, blue eyes flashing. “Liar. I’ve seen it in your eyes, Princess. You think I don’t know you’ve been avoiding me?” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“Shut up! Shut up!” She squeezed her eyes shut, panting. He knew. God. She should leave, walk away, but there was a strange buzzing in her ear, her heart thudded in her chest, and her pussy was all kinds of hungry.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Wet fingers grazed her cheek, cupped her jaw. His hot breath fanned across her face. Arden forced herself not to inhale, not to move, not to moan. Soft, firm lips brushed against hers, feather light. Barely there. She sucked in a breath, reached for him, but he’d already moved back.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Away from her. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">His gaze was hard, inscrutable. “If you want it then I’ve got it, Princess.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">She swallowed, coughed. “No.” Arden shook her head, the lie burning her tongue. “I don’t want it.” She straightened her wet dress and turned her back, walking back to her car.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Cam raced after her. “I’m not alone in this attraction, Princess. You can’t hide from it and me forever.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">She heard the words but chose to ignore them. He had no idea what the hell he was saying. This wasn’t an attraction, merely a lack in judgment. Arden bent over, digging out her heels from under a pile of mud with a grimace. “I have to go.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">He grabbed her arm. “The road is blocked because of an accident. No one is coming down this way, you’ll have to take the long way home.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">She stared down at his hand on her arm. “I should thank you, I guess. Right now, I just need to get dry. And drunk.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">He narrowed his eyes. “What are you trying to forget?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“A lot.”</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">l always wanted to have a sexy bio, one to reflect who I am, but after drawing a blank, l could only come up with: </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I eat cake and I read books…ooh, and I write ‘em too.<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> No one liked it and after massive peer-pressure and pouting, I managed something more…suitable? </i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y with a tolerant Spousal Equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing plot points of The Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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What do you do when an unexpected party shows you an unexpected lifestyle... and you like it.<br />
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Mattie couldn't believe her luck... Not only had the Lexington Corporation agreed to fund her grant for the small organization she'd founded for abused women but she'd also received a complimentary ticket to the years hottest affair. Every year the Erotic Exotic Event was held and the who's who in society always made it a point of showing their faces at the exclusive party. Mattie's pleasure was two fold. This was her chance to come out of her shell to have some fun and thank the man that had personally chosen her little charity.<br />
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She had no clue what she was in for.<br />
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John ran Lexington Corp like the well oiled machine it was, however Club Lexx was his baby and his home if you counted his apartment above the dance hall. He was a strong believer of giving back to the community which is why he chose a non-profit entity to support every year. What he didn't expect was the latte beauty that looked like a librarian, but moved like a stripper, to come bounding through the clubs gold doors. She blew into the club like a whirlwind and turned his night inside out. Too bad he could never seem to get her to himself for more than a few minutes thanks to a comedy of mishaps that left him wanting her badly. Hoping for an opportunity to get her alone he took the chance when it arose.<br />
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That's when things really start to heat up.<br />
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"First time here?"<br />
Mattie felt the light touch of gentle lips against the rim of her<br />
ear. A soft waft of liquor-imbued air brushed her cheek.<br />
"First time here?"<br />
His words felt like a caress. She swirled her bar stool around<br />
to face the man she'd briefly glimpsed in the mirror. Her knees<br />
brushed his hard thighs.<br />
"Yes. Is it that obvious?" Mattie put a smile on her face and<br />
prayed her nervousness didn't show.<br />
He backed up a step but stayed close. Mattie's eyes were<br />
drawn to the way his fingers fondled the smooth sides of the glass.<br />
His voice reminded her of the brown liquid swirling in his tumbler,<br />
even and still with hidden torrents beneath its surface.<br />
"A little. Newbies are rare for this party, though. My name is<br />
John."<br />
Mattie held her hand out. "Mattie Bedlam."<br />
John raised an eyebrow. "Bedlam?"<br />
She raised her chin. Mattie felt the devil on her shoulder,<br />
prodding her on, when she answered. "Yeah. It's a known fact that I<br />
leave chaos in my wake."<br />
John leaned in closer. "Exactly what kind of mayhem do you<br />
cause?"<br />
That devil was using his damn pitchfork creatively. She<br />
apparently didn't need that much help finding herself. "What kind are<br />
you looking for?"<br />
"Any you're willing to provide." John straightened and cocked<br />
his head at the dark door she'd been eyeing earlier. "All you have to<br />
do is step over the threshold with me."<br />
Mattie shifted in her seat and took a good look at the man<br />
standing in front of her. The bootleg cut of his dark jeans showcased<br />
his lower body in the right places, and combined with scuffed boots<br />
conveyed the image of a working man. He was a walking<br />
contradiction. A casually dressed man attending a party that cost<br />
thousands of dollars to get into, if a ticket could be obtained, and he carried himself with a confidence as if he hadn't a care in the world.<br />
She followed the lines of his legs up to his crotch. Noticing the<br />
large bulge, she hastily turned her head to look away. Trust her to zero in on his package. Noticing how others were dressed, maybe not:<br />
people were in various states of dress and undress. Her eyes came<br />
back to the man in front of her.<br />
His sand-colored dress shirt resembled soft suede, stretched<br />
across broad shoulders. The fabric pulled at the seams around his<br />
thickly muscled forearms and biceps. Mattie's lifted her hand to run<br />
her fingers along the fabric, wondering about the body beneath the<br />
material, before she caught herself, placing her traitorous appendage<br />
under her thigh. The shirt opened at the neck revealed a smattering of<br />
dark hairs on his tanned chest. His straight black hair fell loose around a sharp jaw line, brushing his shoulders. The touch of gray hair at the temples gave him a distinguished air. She looked at his face and into his hypnotic blue eyes, everything happening around them seeming to pale in comparison than to simply basking under his gaze <br />
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<a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/whip-me-real-good-by-kassanna/">BUY HERE</a>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620912102297242479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876253957807845949.post-89532153244294158042012-01-30T10:50:00.000-05:002012-01-30T10:50:23.313-05:00The supernatural<div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>What is your favorite paranormal creature? There are thousands of paranormal books out there to choose from. Vampires, shifters, werewolves, and even Fae. Some nice and some naughty. For some reason I lean toward the naughty... </em></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em> </em></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em> Are you a fan of the vampire hunter or the drop dead sexy huntee? Do you prefer a supernatural shape shifter who can change at will or show the love for the shifter who must obey the moon? I happen to be a fan of all. But why do we fall madly in love with the non-existent creatures? What makes us drool over the sexy bad ass with a longer set of teeth? Because we can't have them, that's why!!! Perhaps it's because when we read about them, our minds conjure up the hottest thing imaginable. Sex and danger the perfect combo! </em></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em> </em></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>So tell me your thoughts. Tell me what creature of night gets your blood pumping.</em></span></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620912102297242479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876253957807845949.post-73320322920330199132012-01-28T18:33:00.000-05:002012-01-28T18:33:48.200-05:00Coming Soon Demon Protector!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSUgDB4knOTReEczgzswOWcyZT8SgsbYNzjL3R-JWyf2qeV3Xgwhyphenhyphen4czB55o0p8EdWwDzBeMo3C4FZtR7KgEsWDJ40drQC6hYgc2XquTPGju_tHfZsCDpUNunyeCPXFZckDH068DGGUY/s1600/New+Demon+Protector.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSUgDB4knOTReEczgzswOWcyZT8SgsbYNzjL3R-JWyf2qeV3Xgwhyphenhyphen4czB55o0p8EdWwDzBeMo3C4FZtR7KgEsWDJ40drQC6hYgc2XquTPGju_tHfZsCDpUNunyeCPXFZckDH068DGGUY/s320/New+Demon+Protector.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: 18px;">Scarlet was a normal, shy, woman until the day her world is turned upside down. Rescued by her dream man, she soon learns he's more than just human, and so is she. </span></i></div><i> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 18px;">Bo, an ex demon soldier, who once fought for the evil leader, Ryu, has been tasked with protecting Scarlet. After a few days of watching her, he instantly became fascinated. As the battle looms ahead to destroy his former leader, he's got to decide what he wants more- revenge, or the powerful witch who's captivated him.</span></div></i>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620912102297242479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876253957807845949.post-80692982186861126512012-01-07T10:46:00.000-05:002012-01-07T10:46:02.270-05:00Coming Soon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5XRb5zH1_eJdV3oGf0dVliJ51okp5PTfWBh2A5olZrWCsQE04AvfaBLQOf9qizecyBtWtXAq5Tw9T1erqwI2z_iZq9dYTJz1ychIN1jcisRE7jnEHG-P4PUxdhGPJDikI2qjj7TIL7YE/s1600/Demon+protector.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5XRb5zH1_eJdV3oGf0dVliJ51okp5PTfWBh2A5olZrWCsQE04AvfaBLQOf9qizecyBtWtXAq5Tw9T1erqwI2z_iZq9dYTJz1ychIN1jcisRE7jnEHG-P4PUxdhGPJDikI2qjj7TIL7YE/s320/Demon+protector.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>Demon Protector coming soon from Bradley Publishing!!!!!!!!Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620912102297242479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876253957807845949.post-62288313248006256462012-01-05T09:27:00.000-05:002012-01-05T09:27:55.988-05:00It's a New Year!It's a new year. Did everyone make the same resolutions? Is anyone going to keep them? Well this year I have made mine and I intend to keep them, starting with writing. I plan to work harder, write faster, and spell better. That last one we'll leave to spell check though. I often find myself day-dreaming or scribbling down snippets of a new WIP. Some paranormal and one a potential contemporary that involves a librarian. Inspiration seems to strike at the oddest moments though, most of them when I'm trying to sleep. My characters seem to have a different sleep pattern than I do. <br />
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Here's to a brand new adventurous year!!!!Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620912102297242479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876253957807845949.post-56139626839465241412011-12-29T08:16:00.000-05:002011-12-29T08:16:22.012-05:00It's out!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsFI01IXFY7BKylPqnvMEzhKh_pjAeTQez_KMFF4cSdnOPt-IfblkMwVvNkfb5rIBUYISfmiK8ODla1RQbsmW4WEmVR3sLftq0vVklbfgFaJVPY8Gf1dv4LRyCrti7pAyw3s4F3_HnhwM/s1600/HotelSinn_SM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsFI01IXFY7BKylPqnvMEzhKh_pjAeTQez_KMFF4cSdnOPt-IfblkMwVvNkfb5rIBUYISfmiK8ODla1RQbsmW4WEmVR3sLftq0vVklbfgFaJVPY8Gf1dv4LRyCrti7pAyw3s4F3_HnhwM/s1600/HotelSinn_SM.jpg" /></a></div>It's officially out!!!! Get your copy of HOTEL SINN from <a href="http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=218">http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=218</a><br />
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<div class="yiv1622404809MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"> "I'm glad you came."</div><div class="yiv1622404809MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;">More dirty thoughts crossed her mind. <i>Oh Lord help me, his voice sounds like sex. Is that even possible?</i></div><div class="yiv1622404809MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;">“Yes, I'm glad I came too. My name is Anastasia, by the way." She held out her hand to shake his. He took her hand in his and turned it to kiss the top. His onyx eyes never left hers. Her body melted, her knees went weak, and she felt a tingle between her thighs. Staring into the man's black eyes, the world around her seemed to fade away, leaving just him and her.</div><div class="yiv1622404809MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;">"My name is Victore." She barely heard him speak, and when he let go of her hand, she came back to reality. Weird.</div><div class="yiv1622404809MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;">"Are you feeling all right?" he asked, concerned.</div><div class="yiv1622404809MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;">"Yes, I'm okay; it's just a bit warm in here, and I've had a few glasses of wine already." Victore extended his hand, and she immediately took it without a thought.<i> Get a grip, girl, control yourself.</i></div><div class="yiv1622404809MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;">"Come, let me show you the terrace and you can get some fresh air."</div><div class="yiv1622404809MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;">She could barely think with her arm in his, feeling like a hormonal teenager. Anastasia didn't go gaga over a guy like one of those brainless girls. Did she?</div><div class="yiv1622404809MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;">"Do you like what you have seen so far?" he asked. Anastasia nodded slowly, regaining control over her brain cells. She liked everything, including Victore.</div><div class="yiv1622404809MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;">"Everything is exquisite." She pointed to the ceiling. "Were those carved? The beams?" she asked.</div><div class="yiv1622404809MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1324480740608272" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;">"Yes," he said simply, and she frowned. Music began to play as they crossed the ballroom floor.</div><div class="yiv1622404809MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;">"Oh, Victore, would you care to dance with me?" she said excitedly.</div><div class="yiv1622404809MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;">"I thought you wanted to get some air?" he replied.</div><div class="yiv1622404809MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;">"Yes, I do, but after one dance," she pleaded. What was happening to her? Pleading? She didn't plead. He twirled her around, and she faced him and his dark, sexy eyes. His pale skin brought out every dark feature—his hair, his eyes, and his suit—against his flesh. He pulled her close to him, his arm wrapping around her waist. She felt the heat from his body and something else. No, it couldn't be. The tips of his fingers slightly grazed the top of her ass, and she nearly lost it. Her breast pressed tightly against his hard, muscled chest. Her legs intermingled with his, and she inhaled, smelling his cologne, an aroma of male and spices. Was there anything better?</div><!-- EXCERPTS - END --><br />
<div align="center"><span style="color: magenta;">HAPPY READING!!!!!</span></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620912102297242479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876253957807845949.post-29402502132974849012011-12-15T11:37:00.000-05:002011-12-15T11:37:02.578-05:00Almost... AlmostVery excited today. I have just sent an author bio to Secret Cravings. That meas <i>Hotel Sinn</i> is almost ready to be released! A date has not been set yet but, January is around the corner. Keep checking back for the latest release information. Possibly a contest on the release date.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I'm also going to be trying something new this year. Now I've made cookies before, sure, who hasn't but the new part is making 7 different kinds! Wow I can see the kitchen now. Flour covered counters and frosted covered cabinets. I can't wait. </span></span></span><br />
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