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Blurb A Burning Kind of Love

Gaines, Wyoming is just a dot on the map, but it’s home to Tammy Lewis. Abandoned by her “free spirit” parents, she was raised on the Rope N Ride Ranch by her grumpy gramps and doting grandma. The land and horses are her life…and it’s in danger. A raging brush fire is sweeping down the mountain.

Dallas firefighter, Cameron Wheeler came to Gaines for duty, he didn’t expect to find destiny.  Drawn to the exotic beauty and indomitable spirit of the woman he’s sent to rescue—offered a chance at a real home and family in a new community.

Will the rescuer become the rescued? Or will the fire burning between them explode and leave only ashes behind?

Excerpt- A Burning Kind of Love

“Miss, I’m Cameron Wheeler, from Dallas Fire and Rescue. Chief West sent me to make sure you had evacuated. The winds have shifted and the fire is headed straight this way. You need to get out now.”

Tammy looked him up and down. “What does it look like I’m doing, hotstuff? Twiddling my thumbs?”

“It looks like you’re evacuating your horses. I understand that, but you may not have time for that. You need to get yourself out. The horses are only animals, you need to save yourself.”

Tammy held the lead rope to Hercules in one hand and placed her other hand on her hip. “The horses are only animals, huh? So, I should just leave them to die? To be burned to death? These horses are my life! They are my livelihood, but more than that, they are my family!”

“Listen, lady, I understand they are your livelihood, but you can’t make a living if your dead. You can always buy more horses. You can’t buy a new life.”

Tammy poked a finger in his chest. “You are not hearing me, mister. Yes, I can buy more horses, easily, because these horses are worth a fortune and each one is insured. However, I can’t replace these horses. I’ve had Hercules here since I was fifteen years old. He is a part of my family. I love him. I’m not going to leave him here to die. It would be like leaving my child here. So, if you want me to get out of here, grab a horse and help, or get your cute ass out of my way and let me load my horses.”

Tammy walked the horse forward and Cam had no choice but to step back or get run over.

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New Release- Love’s Resolution

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Blurb Love’s Resolution:

Josey Clifford has struggled for three years. She’s fought the big C and won, but she’s lost a lot along the way; her breasts, her husband, her hair, her confidence in herself as a woman. New Year’s Eve and one year Cancer free, she has her resolution. Find a hot guy and give her new boobs a test drive.

Connor McCallum’s wife took his daughter and left the state. Needless to say, he isn’t looking to jump into a new relationship, but a man has needs. Josey seems perfect for him. She wants just what he does, sex with no strings. So, why does he find himself thinking about her all the time?

Two broken souls can come together and form a whole or break each other into a million pieces that can never be put together again. What will be Love’s Resolution?

Excerpt one:

“A bit presumptuous aren’t you? I don’t recall being asked if I wanted to leave with you or if I wanted a drink.”

He looked down at her with those amazing eyes. “I’m sorry, I tend to take what I want and I want you.”

Tingles raced down her spine, damn. She cleared her throat. “Wow, you don’t waste any time, do you, Connor? Could we slow it down it bit?”

Connor slid his hand up and down her back. “I’ll try. Let’s get you that drink and find a place to sit down and talk.”

“That sounds good. I need a drink about now.”

“Oh, come on, I’m not that bad, am I?”

She arched a brow at him. “No, you’re that good,” she said with a flirty smile.

He squeezed her hip. “Umm, I like that answer.” They walked up to the bar, Josey ordered a screwdriver and Connor got another beer. He led them to the side of the room and miraculously they found two empty chairs.

“Kismet,” he said.

“So it seems.”

“I’ll go first. I’m thirty-six years old. I own McCullum motors, the best car dealership in Juniper Hills. I’m divorced. It was messy. I have a beautiful daughter, Dani. She’s ten years old. However, my bitch of an ex-wife managed to get the judge to grant her permission to leave the state with my daughter. I barely get to see her now, and it breaks my heart. So, I’ll be really honest with you, I’m not looking for a relationship. I’ve been there, done that, got the T-shirt. But I get lonely. I miss having someone to spend time with. Enjoy a nice dinner. Companionship. And sex.”

Josey smiled. “So you’re looking for a friend with benefits?”

Connor cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, I guess that’s about right. I never thought of it that way, but that about sums it up.”

“Funny you should say that, because I came here tonight looking to hook-up with no-strings. We might just be perfect for each other.”

Connor took her hands and looked into her eyes. “Josey, believe me I’m not complaining, but you don’t seem like a one-night stand kind of girl to me. Your hands are clammy and shaking. You told me to slow my roll earlier. So tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m afraid if I do it will ruin everything. You won’t want me anymore.” She stared at the floor between her feet.

Connor tipped her chin up so she was looking at him. “That’s not gonna happen. Tell me.”

Josey pulled her hands back and wiped them down her jeans. She stared into his eyes. “I’m a cancer survivor. I’ve had a double mastectomy.”

His eyes involuntarily flickered to her breasts and he gestured with his hand. Stuttering a little he asked, “Are you wearing prosthesis?”

She shook her head. “No, I had reconstructive surgery. They’re all mine. They look and feel pretty real, but…I don’t have normal feeling in them. Not like before the surgeries.”

“Surgeries?”

“Yeah, it took five procedures to totally reconstruct my breasts.”

“Wow, I had no idea.”

“Most people don’t. I haven’t had sex in over three years. Since my husband left me.”

The shocked look on Connor’s face would have been comical if it weren’t for the subject matter. “Your husband left you while you were fighting breast cancer?”

Josey shrugged her shoulders. “Yeah, he ‘couldn’t deal.’”

Josey watched anger flare across Connor’s face. “I’d like to deal a punch to his face.”

She shook her head. “I’m past being angry. It’s his loss. I survived. Now I know he wasn’t the man I thought he was. I’m better off.”

“Damn straight, what an asshole.”

Josey laughed. “There were times I called him much worse than that.”

“I can imagine.”

Connor pulled her into his arms. “No man worth his salt would ever leave a woman he loved because of something physical, that’s just stupid! A body is only a vessel; you love what’s on the inside.”

She gazed up at him. “But you don’t know me, you don’t know what’s on the inside. You were attracted to the shell.”

“You’re right, I was. You’re a beautiful woman, but that beauty isn’t just on the outside. It’s your spirit that shines through when your smile lights up the room. The shy way you tilt your head when someone compliments you. The openness you show in sharing your story with a virtual stranger. I think you’re a very special lady, Josey. Come home with me and let me show you how special you are.” He pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her, leaning in, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. His hand moved to the back of her head holding her in place and he increased the pressure, licking the seam of her lips and seeking entrance. She opened for him on a sigh and his tongue slipped inside to mate with hers. Soft and sweet, but full of passion and longing.

Whoops and catcalls came from the crowd. Shouts of “Get a room,” and “Way to go, Connor.”

He pulled back and stared down at her. “Ignore the jackasses. Please, come with me?”

Excerpt two:

The phone rang and he looked down at the caller I.D., ready to jump down Jessica’s throat. However, it was Chance calling. Connor took a deep breath and tried to calm down. “Hey, man, how are you?”

“Fine and dandy. You and that little friend of Momma’s disappeared from the party pretty quick. You get lucky?”

“Ain’t like you to ask a man to kiss and tell, Chance. Your Momma put you up to this?”

“Well,” Chance dragged out the word. “She is Momma’s friend and you know Momma.”

“Yeah, I know Momma Ryan. Josey’s cool, Chance. In fact, I was gonna bring you a case of beer for introducing us.”

“Hot damn, well don’t let me stop you. I can always use free beer. If everything is good with Josey, how come you sound like I kicked your dog?”

“You always could read me. Just more crap with Jess.”

“What’s the bitch up to now?”

“Same shit, she’s not bringing Dani again this weekend.”

“Man, that shit’s gotta stop.”

“I know, I’m working it. I called Jacob again this morning, but he’s in court.”

“Anything I can do?”

“I wish, maybe I’ll need you for a character reference.”

Chance laughed. “In a minute, cowboy.”

“Thanks, you’ve been a great friend through all this.”

“I wouldn’t have made it through those ten years without Carrie if it hadn’t have been for you, Connor.”

“Shit, now we sound like a couple of girls.”

“Damn, you’re right. Better talk about bull riding or football or they’ll pull our man cards.”

Connor laughed. “Changing the subject. If you can get a babysitter, maybe you and Carrie and Josey and me could get together one night and do the town? What do you say?”

“Whoa, you’re going out with her again?”

“Um, yeah. We’re kinda dating.”

“Well butter my ass and call me a biscuit! I don’t believe it! Connor McCallum is dating?”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Oh, man, I have to rib you.”

“Okay, get it out of your system.”

“Mr. ‘I’m never gonna date again, women are poison.’”

“Yeah, I know, but Josey is different.”

“She’s that good in bed?”

“Shut up, shit head.”

Chance roared with laughter. “Damn, she is!”

“You’re such a dick.”

Chance was laughing so hard he could barely talk. “Wait till I tell Carrie.”

“You better keep your pie hole shut, you gossipy girl. I don’t want you embarrassing Josey.”

“Fine,” Chance said. “But you’ll owe me.”

“What else is new,” Connor muttered.

“I’ll ask Carrie about going out. It will be a hoot.”

“Now I’m sorry I asked you asshole.”

“Too late now, douchebag. And don’t forget my beer. I’ll talk to you later.” Chance hung up, still laughing.

Connor smiled, he’d needed the call from his friend to change his mood for the day.

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Blurb Sensing Love

He finally found his soul mate, only to see her violently murdered. All in a dream. Sometimes it’s hell to be a psychic. Mataus Montoya has a mission. Find the woman of his dreams, and change her destiny.

Cara “Mo” Konklin runs Mighty Mo’s, a program for underprivileged children, on her ranch in Prairieville, Louisiana. The former soldier has no time for love and no belief in psychic mumbo jumbo, but when fate throws an abused child in her path, literally. And the crazy psychic’s predictions all come true, including the one that he is the other half of her soul. What is a sensible soldier to do?

Together, Mo and Mataus must protect the child in her care and fight the unknown evil that stalks her in the darkness. Mataus sensed his love, but will his gift be enough to save her or will fortune steal their happily ever after?

 

Excerpt One Sensing Love.

The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains and fell on the beauty that lay beside Mataus.

Bathed in the light she glistened like an angel, her blonde tresses a golden halo surrounding alabaster skin, so soft and smooth it begged for his touch. Pale blonde lashes caressed her cheeks in sleep and her plump pink lips were slightly parted. Mataus leaned down to brush his lips to hers, but before he could taste the sweetness of her mouth he found himself standing in the dark. He was in the country. The smell of hay and horses permeated the air. No moon lit the sky, only a sprinkling of stars. In the faint light he could make out the shape of a barn and a house in the distance, fenced pastures and a gravel drive.

Mataus walked along the gravel road toward the house. A sense of foreboding clawed at his aura. As he grew closer, the outline of a large truck parked in the driveway came into view. A shadow crept around the vehicle.

Evil, a hatred so pure it almost brought him to his knees shot to his mind. An explosion. Flames. A maniacal laugh.

Mataus woke with a start. Sweat drenched his body. For three nights now he had dreamed of the angel in his bed, but this was the first time he had sensed danger surrounding her. Fuck! He threw the covers off and sat on the edge of the bed, swiping his hands down his face.

He needed a shower to think. Heaving himself off the bed he staggered to the bathroom and turned the spray on as hot as he could stand it. As the pounding water eased his taut muscles flashes of his dream ran through his head. He closed his eyes and the woman appeared in front of him, so vibrant and real, he wanted to reach out and touch her. In his heart, he knew she was the key. The missing essence that would blend with his aura and complete his soul.

Switching off the water, Mataus scrubbed a towel over his skin and walked to the sink. Naked, he ran the electric razor over his face, brushing his teeth at the same time. A heavy swipe of deodorant, to combat the New Orleans heat, then a splash of cologne and he was set for the day.

Sauntering into the bedroom he threw on a pair of well-worn jeans and a T-shirt that said, You’re never too old to have invisible friends. Barefoot, he headed for the kitchen and some chicory coffee and a beignet.

As soon as Mataus had a little caffeine in his system he knew what he needed to do. He had to call his cousin Harley.

 

Excerpt Two Sensing Love.

Shannon had badgered her endlessly, so Mo had given in, and much to her chagrin. She now sat at the long polished bar at the Spotted Cat Jazz Club. Shannon insisted it was “real” New Orleans jazz, not the gimmicky stuff for tourists, but a place the locals loved. Personally, Mo liked country music. However, she wouldn’t dare say that in here, she’d probably get killed with just a look.

She glanced at her watch for the tenth time and lamented the fact that her friend was running late as usual. Mo ran on military time. If you were supposed to be somewhere at nineteen hundred hours, seven o’clock civilian time, then you got there at a quarter to seven or you were late. Shannon ran on southern time. That meant she arrived around seven-thirty, if Mo was lucky.

She sipped her slippery nipple and tapped her foot on the bar stool. Mo didn’t have PTSD exactly, but she was uncomfortable in crowds. She liked to keep her back to the wall and her eye on the door. In this place, however, if she moved to a back booth, she wouldn’t be able to see the entrance. Her eyes nevertheless, scanned the room in a continuous arc, unconsciously searching the room for danger, and she kept an ever-present gaze toward the front door.

Therefore, she couldn’t have missed his entrance. Six-foot-three inches of solid muscle encased in black leather pants and a skin tight black T-shirt sauntered in the door. His face was surrounded by a mass of shaggy brown hair, but it was the deep black eyes that zeroed in on her that held her stunned. Those eyes shone with a moment of incredible recognition, quickly masked, and then his face split into a brilliant smile. Bright white teeth flashed in his dark skin, and the man headed straight for her.

Oh shit! Cara turned back to the bar, hoping in vain the man would not approach. She knew her ploy had failed when she felt a warm presence at her side.

“Is this seat taken?” a deep voice with a slight Cajun lilt asked, sending heat cascading up her spine. As much as Cara wanted to say “yes” she couldn’t lie. “No, please have a seat,” she answered.

“Mataus Montoya,” he said extending a hand to her. Reluctantly, she placed her hand in his. A spark zipped up her arm at the contact.

“Cara Konklin, but you can call me Mo.”

“Really? How do you get Mo out of Cara?”

“Long story. I was in service and it’s just what I ended up with as a nickname. Everyone calls me Mo.”

“But you won’t tell me how you got the nickname?”

“Nope, gotta earn that privilege.”

“Well, I look forward to that. Can I buy you a drink, Mo?”

“I’m still good with this one, but thanks.”

“You here all alone?”

“No, I’m waiting for friends. They are running late, as usual,” she muttered.

“Uh oh. Not happy with your friends?”

“Oh, I’m not mad. Just irritated. Shannon is always late. It’s a pet peeve of mine.”

“I’ll try to remember that too.”

“Why would you need to remember that?”

“Because I will be seeing you again.”

“Moving a little fast there, cowboy. What makes you think so?”

“I can see the future?”

Mo raised an eyebrow at him. “Seriously? Does that line ever work with girls?”

Mataus laughed. “I’m not joking. I’m a psychic,” he said with a straight face.

“You’re really not joking are you?”

He reached out and took both her hands in his. “No, I’m not.”

Mo was getting a little freaked out. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.

He stroked a thumb across her knuckles. “Because I’ve been dreaming of you.”

She pulled her hands back as if she’d been burned. What the fuck?

“Okay, mister, did somebody give you a day pass from the funny farm?”

The man had the gall the laugh, hard. “No, sweet Mo. I love that name, by the way. I am not an escaped mental patient. You do know you are in New Orleans, right? Home of psychics, HooDoo, VooDoo, and all kinds of other spiritual phenomenon.”

“I live in Prairieville, I’m not used to you crazy New Orleans folk,” Mo replied.

Mataus shook his head. “We’re not crazy, just a little different.”

“If you say so,” Mo knew she looked skeptical. Shannon and Mike chose that moment to make an appearance. Shannon threw her arms around Mo’s neck from behind and kissed her cheek.

“Hey lady, sorry we’re late. The sitter was late—”

“Save it, soldier. I know the drill,” Mo interrupted.

Shannon laughed. “Yeah, I know, ‘no excuses, soldier.’ So, who’s the handsome honey keeping you company? Introduce us.”

“Mataus Montoya, may I present my erstwhile friends Shannon and Mike Hodgins.”

“Mataus Montoya? Are you the Mataus Montoya? The famous artist? The one that does all those fabulous landscapes of New Orleans?” Shannon asked.

Mataus blushed. “Guilty as charged, yes.”

“Wow, Mo. You’re sitting with a celebrity.”

“Hmm, I thought you said you were a psychic? And frankly, I thought you were crazy.”

Shannon looked from one to the other with curiosity.

“I am a psychic, I didn’t say it was my job,” Mataus replied. “And I told you I wasn’t crazy.”

“What’s going on here?” Shannon asked.

“Let’s get a table. I think we have some talking to do,” Mo said.

 

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I was thrilled when Sable Hunter asked me to write for the Hell Yeah series! I have always loved the McCoys, and Sable is one of my favorite authors. My book, Sensing Love, is linked to Sable’s book, Burning Love, which is one of my favorites. I adored Harley and Beau and it was so fun to include them in this book!

I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Mo is a very special character to me. She is based on one of my foster daughters, a real life heroine, and US Army veteran.  Tell me in the comments if you have a hero/heroine in your life.

 

 

From me to you Friday- Tamara

Hi Y’all! I want to say a big Thank YOU!  Changing Perspectives released with August second mini-release of the Omega Team launch in Desiree Holt’s Kindle World and Y’all have been so wonderful and kept it in the top 100 on KW romances for the last 3 Weeks!

I enjoyed writing this book so much! It was so fun to include Desiree’s characters with mine and weave a story. I love the Omega Team core members and Desiree’s books, and utilizing those characters gave me a great place to jump start Changing Perspectives.

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Angelina Montgomery’s biggest worries were graduating her Master’s degree program and finding time for a social life. The voluptuous brunette crooned sweet love songs to the crowds of the Cowboy Saloon every weekend, but hadn’t been on a date in almost a year. When flowers and gifts started arriving at her door from a secret admirer she was initially flattered. But when her car was broken into that inclination changed to fear.

Retired Army Ranger Luiz Hernandez was one of Omega Team’s top agents. His Cuban heritage and scared visage made him the perfect man to infiltrate South American drug cartels. So why the hell were Grey and Athena sending him to babysit a co-ed with a stalker? He didn’t want the assignment, but he would do his duty.

That duty changed when he set eyes on Angelina, and he had a new mission…capture her heart.

Nothing would stand in the way of a Ranger and his goal. Not age, emotional baggage, and certainly not a mad man hiding in the shadows.

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Excerpt One Changing Perspectives:

Another knock at the door. Ask and ye shall receive, she thought. She checked the peep hole again and almost fell over. Outside her door stood Braveheart and Antonio Banderas. Holy hell! The one guy had to be six-foot-six with flaming red hair and looked like a brick wall of muscles. The other one was shorter, maybe five-ten or six-foot, his hair shaved on the side and the top pulled back into a sexy pony-tail, his eyes covered in mirrored aviator glasses. Dark, brooding, sexy as hell. Oh, damn! These two hotties were going to be shadowing her 24/7 for god knew how long. She was in trouble with a capital T.

“Miss Montgomery? Are you there?” Braveheart asked.

Shit. She hadn’t opened the door.

“We’re from Omega Team,” he continued.

Angelina flipped the deadbolt and let them in. “Sorry, I was a little shocked when I looked through the peephole,” she stammered. “You’re a bit…large,” she added.

Braveheart laughed. “No worries, it’s good to be cautious. I’m Duncan Flynn,” he said extending his hand. “And this is Luiz Hernandez.” He indicated his partner.

Angelina’s small hand was swallowed up in his, but she shook it firmly, as her dad had taught her.

“Welcome. Come on in. I’ve got coffee made if you’d like some.”

“Sounds great,” Duncan said with a smile. He seemed like a nice man. Luiz had yet to say a word. Angelina headed to the kitchen with the two men following. As she pulled mugs from the cabinet the dark man finally spoke.

“What’s this?” he asked, pointing to the chocolates on the counter. Angelina turned around and put her hands on her hips.

“Another delivery. It came just before you two arrived. There’s a note with it. I didn’t touch it. The delivery man didn’t know if the person who sent it wrote it or if the florist did. I got the number of the florist so we could call and ask.” She picked up the card off the counter and handed it to Luiz.

“I’ll give the number to Jacqui and have her call. She’s better at dealing with people than me.” He growled, pulling the cell phone off his belt and turning toward the door. “I’ll get the print kit out of the car.” He tossed over his shoulder as he marched off.

The front door slammed behind him and Angelina muttered, “Did he get up on the wrong side of the bed or what?”

“Sorry about that,” Duncan said, with a smile. “Luiz is a bit cranky this morning. He’s a good guy, though. I promise. Good at his job.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a bit cranky too, ya know. I’m the one with the creepy stalker.”

Duncan walked over and laid a hand on her shoulder. “I know. Again, I apologize. This isn’t Luiz’s usual gig. He isn’t used to dealing with ‘normal’ people. He usually deals with drug dealers and lowlifes.”

“Oh great. Well, at least I’m a step up.” She laughed. “I hope anyway.”

“Definitely,” Duncan answered.

Luiz came back in the house carrying a small bag. He placed it on the counter next to the box of chocolates and proceeded to pull out print dust, rubber gloves and something that looked like the brush she used to apply her face powder. Angelina watched in fascination as he applied the powder to the box and envelope, then transferred the viable prints to little cards with tape.

“That’s really cool.” She looked at him curiously, “But you know it’s not that bright in here. Couldn’t you see better if you took your glasses off? Or are they prescription?”

Luiz scowled at her. “I can see just fine.”

“Are they prescription glasses? Do you need them to see?”

“No.”

“Then why are you wearing them inside?”

Another scowl. “I have my reasons.”

Angelina shrugged her shoulders. “You are a strange man, Luiz. You know that?”

“So I’ve been told.”

“Now that you have the prints, what will you do with them?”

“I’ll e-mail them to Jacqui, our computer expert, and she’ll run them through the system. See if we get any hits.”

“You have access to criminal data bases? Like the police?”

“Athena and Jacqui are both former Tampa PD, they still have connections.”

“Who are Athena and Jacqui?”

“Athena is one of the owners of the company. She and Grey Holden run Omega Team. Jacqui is our computer expert.”

“Wow, a woman in command. That’s awesome. And another as a computer expert. I wouldn’t have expected women in your field.”

“They’ve earned their places.”

Angelina nodded. “I’m sure they have.”

“Do you have a computer I can use to send these or do I need to set up ours?”

“My lap top is right over here,” Angelina said, walking into the living room and picking it up.

“Do you have a printer with a scanner?” Luiz asked.

“Yep, it’s wireless. It’s set up in my bedroom. Follow me.” Crap, I didn’t even make my bed this morning. She thought. “Please ignore the mess,” she said as they entered the room. “I wasn’t expecting company in my room.” She shoved her night gown under the pillow and caught a flash of something cross Luiz’s face as the wisp of purple satin slipped out of sight. Was that lust on the harsh warrior’s stoic consul? Hard to tell with those damn glasses covering half his face. But shit, she would be one happy camper if the Latin lothario was interested in more than protecting her. She would certainly like to explore the muscles on his body, one at time…with her tongue.

The man might be gruff and growly, but she liked gruff and growly. Ever since he’d walked in the house, her panties had been wet. She was dying to take those glasses off his face. She wanted to see his eyes. The rest of him had her panting and squeezing her legs together to assuage the ache. All man. Totally alpha. Every inch was sculpted muscle that flexed and bulged with his movements. And that hair! She wanted to take it down from the ponytail and run her fingers through it. Have it slide across her body as he—

“How do you get this machine to scan?” Luiz asked, interrupting her fantasy, just when it was getting good, too.

“Here, I’ll do it,” she said taking over and scanning the cards. Their hands brushed briefly and electric shocks shot up her arm. Did he feel it too?

Luiz stepped back. “I’ll meet you in the living room.  We need to discuss our plans.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

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Back at Angelina’s apartment, Luiz watched in a combination of amusement and dismay as she raced around closing blinds and curtains. It seemed her earlier bravado had blown away like a leaf in a hurricane. Now a bundle of nervous energy, she flitted about the apartment like a whirling dervish.

Finally, Luiz grabbed hold of her arms as she made to move past him. “Angelina, calm down. The curtains are all closed now. Everything is fine.”

Startled, she looked up at him and melted against his frame like hot chocolate pouring over strawberries. Her arms encircled his waist, her head tucked under his chin with her cheek pressed to his chest. A soft sob reached his ears and the hard shell he kept around his heart cracked.

Picking her up, Luiz carried her to the couch and sat, placing her sideways across his lap. He tipped her chin up with the tip of a finger. Tears flooded her hazel eyes, making the green specks sparkle like tiny emeralds. As the moisture overflowed and slipped down her cheeks, he brushed it away with a thumb.

“Don’t cry, pequeña , it’s all right. I have you.” He knew he shouldn’t. Knew it was wrong, but he was only human. He leaned in and kissed her. He meant it only as comfort, but she tasted so sweet.

Angelina opened for him and his tongue swept into the honeyed innocence of her mouth. Her arms crept around his shoulders, hands sliding into his hair and drawing him closer. A moan from her lips caused an answering groan from Luiz and a shift in position, to accommodate the growing bulge in his pants which the sound elicited.

Luiz’s lips drifted from her lips down her neck. Kissing, licking, biting. Angelina shivered in his arms. “Oh God, Luiz. That feels so good. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”

He nipped her collar bone, reaching for the tie of her halter dress. “We shouldn’t be doing this…”

“I don’t care. Don’t stop,” she said, pressing the back of his head to keep him in place.

His nimble fingers undid the knot at the back of her neck and the bodice fell to her waist. Golden globes, topped with raspberry nipples spilled free for his exploration. The tempting berries drawing his lips to taste their succulence.

Luiz laid Angelina down on the couch and hovered over her, his warm breath fanning her engorged nipples. “Dios mio, you are hermosa, mi dulce.” he whispered, as he took the peak into his mouth. Angelina arched upwards, her hands pulling his shirt from the waistband of his pants slipping beneath to caress his skin. Enticing sounds of pleasure spurring his passion higher and higher.

“Take this off,” she pleaded, tugging at his shirt. “I want to feel your skin on mine.”

Supporting himself on one arm, he tugged the shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Angelina’s restless hands drew harder on his back, pulling him down on top of her. He rested his weight on his elbows, so he wouldn’t crush her, but his chest pressed into the lush curves of her breasts as she rubbed against him like a cat in heat.

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From Me to You Friday- Tamara-Road Rage

stop_sign_page Many of you that follow me already know, but those that don’t my sister was killed in a car accident in 2009. I won’t go into the grisly details, but she was hit by an 18 wheeler that crossed the center line on a 2 lane highway near our home.

I didn’t drive for a year after her accident. I just couldn’t face getting behind the wheel of a car. My poor husband and DD#1 drove me everywhere. Every time I sat behind the steering wheel I imagined horrible scenarios of accidents and death. (I still do at times) But I have faced my fears and I drive again. Though I still hate the interstates.

I was always a defensive driver. My mother taught me that. Today I need to rant. Where are you going in such a hurry?

I was driving to my daughter’s house this morning, as do each day to watch my grandson’s for the summer. On the same road where my sister perished. As I said it is a 2 lane highway. The speed limit is 55 MPH and it is a twisty and turny road. Mostly no passing zones. There were ten cars in front of me, all going the speed limit and lined up bumper to bumper. I was also going the speed limit, however I don’t sit on someone’s bumper at 55. I had a few car lengths between me and the car in front of me. (That’s what you are supposed to do, right?)

The idiot behind me decides he needs to pass me, in a no passing zone. Why? So he can get behind the ten cars in front of me that he CAN’T pass, but be a few car lengths closer to the stop light we are approaching in a few miles. WHY?

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He felt it necessary to endanger MY life, HIS life, the life of anyone approaching in the oncoming lane, just so he could get to the stop light 2 seconds before me. DUMB, DUMB, DUMB!

I avoid saying anything political in my feeds. I don’t link it’s my place to force my views on my readers or even share them. They are mine and I’ll keep them to myself. But understand this, a car is as much a weapon as a gun. It is 2000 pounds of danger if not used properly, and it can destroy someone’s life in an instant.

So when you get behind the wheel remember…Arrive alive…Five minutes late is better than never…No text is that important…You aren’t alone on the road.

Okay, my rant is over. I hope you understand this comes from a place of love.

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From Me to You Friday-Tamara- Howl Sassy

Howl Sassy is book 4 in the Animal in Me series. I love Alice and Sebastian and hope you you will too. This book is dedicated to the real life Alice Miller, ad Beverly Ovalle, who co-operates the blog with me (actually she does all the work, lol) They have been my best friends since high school. Should I tell you long that’s been? (cough) Over 30 years!

The Alice in the book shares nothing in common with the real Alice, except her name and blue eyes, but I love her character. She is definitely a sassy girl.

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Most shifters are lucky to find one true mate in life. A hundred years after the murder of his first mate, the Goddess gifts Sebastian Von Drake with a second match. However, his sassy mate resists their union. Her past hold secrets she doesn’t want to share.
Alice Miller is drawn to the stick in the mud wolf like no one she’s ever met before, but she can’t mate him and risk everything. Why won’t he take no for an answer?
Danger, intrigue, traitors, spies, and secrets…combined with the irresistible passion of a shifter for his mate. Bastian will claim Alice, come hell or high water. No matter how much the sassy wolf howls.

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Another two dozen roses were delivered to her door and Alice barely managed a meager smile for the poor delivery man as she slipped him a tip and slammed the box on her granite countertop. “Crap on a cracker! Why can’t the damn wolf take a hint! I can’t mate him. For the love of God, who knows what the hell that would do?

“Now, he’s got me talking to myself! Great! Just confirming what the whole world thinks, I am a crazy Polack. Oy! If Gramps finds out about this he’s going to send me to the Gulag! I may as well pack my bags now. He’s going to turn into his werewolf and eat me for brunch! Maybe I should cancel going to the wedding? Ugh, I can’t do that to Jenna—” Just then her cell phone rang, her mother’s number displayed on the caller I.D.

“Hi, Momma.”

“Hey, baby, what’s up?”

“I just got flowers from that crazy wolf again.”

“You better tell your grandfather what’s going on, before it’s too late.”

“But Ma—”

“Dontcha ‘but Ma’ me, you know you have to. He needs to know. If you two are really mates that wolf isn’t gonna go away. Grandpa needs to know, and you two need to figure out what to do together.”

“Ahh man, he’s gonna kill me, isn’t he?” Alice whined.

“Your grandfather loves you. He won’t kill you. He might growl a little, but he won’t bite…much,” her mother soothed.

“Yeah right. Will you come with me?”

The other end of the line was suspiciously quiet. “Umm, I think this is something you need to do on your own.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’re afraid of the old geezer.”

“Well…maybe a little.”

“Send your only daughter into the lion’s den, but you won’t come yourself.”

“Haha, it’s not the lion’s den, it’s the wolf’s.”

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From me to you Friday- Tamara- It’s just like riding a bike

It’s just like riding a bike, they say…So easy, you never forget. Right? They are liars! Liars! (Do you hear the witch from The Princess Bride yelling? I do)

It has been at least twenty years since I rode a bike, and let me tell you, I have forgotten how. My darling daughter number one conned me into babysitting for grandsons over the summer this year. Grandson number 2, Aiden, the five year old, graduated pre-K on Tuesday, so Nana started babysitting Wednesday. A-bug has just learned to ride his bike and it is ALL he wants to do.

My daughter lives on busy street, but she has a big beautiful yard, so Nana sits on the big porch swing and Aiden rides in circle around the big oak tree in the front yard. I’ve been walking a lot on the weekends at my day job and thought…Mandy(DD1) has a bike, I could ride with Aiden and get a little exercise. It will be fun. Right?

Now, first off, I used to be 5’2 and 3/4″ tall (never forget that 3/4″) I am now about 5’1″. If nobody has told you, you shrink when you get older. My daughter is 5’6″. So I’m straddling this purple monstrosity with my toes barely brushing the ground, but I’m determined, I can do this. I start to peddle and am wobbling like a drunken sailor, but after about half way around the circle I’m doing okay. Then I hit the gravel drive–SPLAT! Nana goes down like a novice sailor on a catamaran in high seas.

Aiden comes running over. “Nana, nana, are you okay? Is there blood?” Because we all know you aren’t really hurt unless there’s blood! That’s what we tell him. No blood? Shake it off and get up. Thank goodness there is no blood. Just a scraped elbow and my wounded pride.

So, I wheel the bike back up to the porch and sit back on the swing. Thinking I’m pretty much non the worse for wear. HA! Today I feel like I have been beaten with a sack of nickles. Every bone and muscle in my body aches.

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