Friday, April 28, 2017

Naked Rebel by Anita Philmar #EroticRomance #EroticAdventure #ASMSG

Blurb -

A spy that prefers to work alone, Nick Royster’s assignment is turned upside down when his superiors sends him a personal companion. Not appreciating the need to watch someone else’s back, he attends a dinner of Salsar’s inner group. Only to learn, he has to sacrifice Rane to get the information he needs to end the war.

Rane knows the important of winning. Her family slaughtered by Salsar, this is her homeland and she plans to do whatever it takes to win her peoples’ freedom.

With everything on the line, can these two have any future together or does love and war equal heartache? 

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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Submission at The Tower: the Depths of Desire #FelicityBrandon #EroticRomance

Submission at The Tower: the Depths of Desire.
Published by: Stormy Night Publications, September 2015.

Contemporary BDSM Romance, Spanking Romance. – c. 64, 000 words.

"This is not a love story. This is the story of the hunger inside of me which must be fed before it consumes me entirely…"

After a chance encounter with a handsome stranger introduces her to The Tower, an institution that trains women in submission, Janie McClusky is irresistibly drawn to the place. But admittance comes at a price, and soon enough Janie is utterly bare and fully on display, blushing crimson as the men at The Tower thoroughly explore her body, bringing her pain, pleasure, and shame as they see fit.

As Janie’s training begins, there is one man among the group who seems to know her own needs better than she does, and before long she finds herself yearning and even begging for his touch. But if she relinquishes control completely to this captivating stranger and allows him to break down her remaining defences, will there be any coming back at all?

Publisher’s Note: Submission at The Tower is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive BDSM content, exhibitionism, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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18+ My books contain explicit material and scenes of intense D/s sex.


In his now routine fashion, he sweeps a free hand under my chin and lifts my face up to meet his own eyes.
“Did you swallow my cum, little one?” he asks breathlessly.
“Yes sir,” I reply, suddenly anxious that this may not have been the correct action – after all – he never instructed me either way…
He smiles and I relax in an instant.
“Good girl,” he purrs, “although I think you did miss a bit?”
He moves his hand from the underside of my chin to just under my lips and wipes away the remaining fluid. I gape at him as he holds the finger out in front of me.
“Clean it, please,” he instructs me, sensually.
Without breaking my gaze from him, I lean forward and in the most wanton moment of my life I lick his finger clean, using long flicks of my tongue to wipe away the salty fluid. I continue licking even after the finger is clean. I am enjoying myself too much to stop and anyway Shaw has not commanded me otherwise. He watches me with a fascinated intensity, riveted by the show I am putting on for him. In this moment the dynamic between us shifts in some way. Even though I am most definitely submitting to his will, it’s as though he acknowledges the power I have in the partnership as well. Without me, without my consent and my submission, he is nothing. After a moment he pulls his eyes tight shut, needing to break the connection between us to regain the front foot. I want to smile, but duly continue to lick his finger like the excited little puppy I have become.
When he opens them again I can see that he has recovered any lost composure. His mouth widens into a grin and he smiles at me adoringly. That look is heaven-sent. He looks so young and relaxed, and… happy.
“I think that’s clean now, little one!” he chuckles lightly, and pulls the finger away from me.
I say nothing and bow my head slightly as I feel the power shift returning to normal. I see him raise one leg as if he means to stand again, but instead he leans forward and moves my hair from my face. Gently he plants a long kiss on my panting mouth. The moment is so tender that I nearly lose my breath altogether. Nose to nose, we gaze at each other in silence, me still on my knees with my legs splayed as I’ve been told. His hand wraps softly around the back of my neck and he holds me this way as he speaks.

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Friday, April 21, 2017

Her Rogue Viking by #AsheBarker #discipline #historicalromance

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Her Rogue Viking
By Ashe Barker

     Approximately 76,000 words
     HEA ending


Though Fiona puts up a brave fight when her village is raided by Vikings, she ends up being carried off over the broad shoulders of Ulfric Freysson, the leader of the Norsemen. The stern, ruggedly handsome warrior quickly makes it clear that she belongs to him now, and her best efforts to escape merely earn Fiona a painful, humiliating switching on her bare bottom.

Her captor’s bold dominance sets Fiona’s passion ablaze, and when he brings her to his bed she cannot help begging for him to claim her completely. As Ulfric begins training her to please him in any way he demands, Fiona finds herself falling in love with her new master, but she soon realizes that there are those among his people who still see her as an enemy. When her life is threatened by a member of his own family, will he stand ready to protect her no matter the cost?

Publisher’s Note: Her Rogue Viking includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt 1 (PG)
Her chest burned, her side felt as though it had been speared by a hot dagger. Fiona paused to drag in a shuddering breath, then forced herself to run again. Her leather-shod feet pounded the bracken and undergrowth as she tore across the barren landscape toward her home.
Already, smoke spiralled up from among the Scotch firs that encircled Pennglas, the fertile little settlement on the east coast of Aberdeenshire, Scotland, which she called home. The mud and thatch dwellings would ignite easily, fired by the Viking raiders who even now would be plundering the defenceless cottages. They would seize what they wanted then the vicious barbarians would swarm back across the beach with as much plunder as they might carry, back to their infernal dragon ships in readiness to raid further down the coast. Their attacks were frequent and deadly, but mercifully swift.
The damage the marauders left behind was likely to be of a more permanent nature. The homes and barns of Pennglas would burn fiercely unless someone was on hand to direct the firefighting. Would her father’s serfs know to form a chain, to pass water up from the burn to drench the flames whilst her father and brother mounted a fruitless pursuit of the invaders? Fiona doubted it. Rather, the villagers would stand and watch as their homes were consumed by the fires. By the time her father returned, empty handed as he always did, their homes would be ashes.
Why had she chosen this day of all days to visit Aikrig, the neighbouring village? She had wished to consult with Taranc, her friend and—just possibly—her betrothed, but the matter was not urgent and he was not even there when she arrived. Her errand could have waited. She should have been at home, at Pennglas. She should have been on hand to rally their people, to chivvy them into hiding in order to save their lives and then to command the subsequent scramble to save their homes.
As she neared the forest clearing, the sounds of battle reached her. Swords clanged, shouts rang out. A child screamed, a horse whinnied in startled fright. The raiders had not yet left, and already their village was aflame.
“Dear sweet God,” Fiona murmured to herself. “What if the wild Norsemen intend to linger this time, to see our homestead actually razed to the ground?”
The bastards. They were savage enough to do that, truly brutal in their greed and their cruelty.
The clamour of fighting grew louder as she approached. Fiona slowed her steps now, caution and fear for her people causing her to hesitate. How best to combat this new manner of threat? How best to respond when their peaceful settlement lacked the might and weaponry, not to mention the bloodlust needed to face up to these warlords from across the sea?
Fiona halted on the outskirts of the village and peered between the trees. She recoiled at the sight that met her. Many of the villagers, mostly the younger, stronger men, were crammed together in the centre of the village, surrounded by huge warriors wielding swords and axes. The Vikings were fearsome indeed, monstrous in stature and even more terrifying in deed. They were ferocious, pitiless, bearing their murderous panoply with savage effect. Any daring soul who attempted to break free was immediately threatened with those formidable weapons, to choose whether to return to the growing throng in the middle or die there in the mud, surrounded by what was left of their homes.
Most did not choose to die, and as Fiona watched from the cover of the forest it became clear to her that the Vikings were not bent on murder. At least, not as the first resort.
They intended to take prisoners. The realisation hit her with the force of a battering ram. These Norsemen would take their menfolk, probably as slaves. She could not allow that. She had to do something.
Fiona reached for the slingshot that always hung from her waist. She was a keen shot, could take down a rabbit from at least thirty paces away. Without a doubt she could hit a man. She would only need to fell two, maybe three of the raiders, and that would be sufficient to disrupt their plan. If just a few of her people could break free to mount a counterattack, offer some sort of defence…
Fiona crouched and reached blindly to scrabble in the earth at her feet for a stone. She located one, smooth and round and just the right weight. She groped for a second, which she tucked into her pocket. A third, and she was on her feet once more, taking aim.
She swung the sling around her head and let fly. Her shot was true. The Viking closest to her crumpled to his knees as her missile found its target, his right temple. Fiona picked her next victim and let loose her second stone. That man fared no better than his comrade and in seconds the two were prone in the dirt, blood trickling from the wounds on their heads. A third soon dropped to his knees when she hit his unguarded shoulder, his angry yowl of pain ringing in her ears.
Fiona knew a moment’s remorse as she bent to find her next missiles, but she quelled it. She had never aimed at a person before, only animals and then only for food. But the situation was desperate and she would do what she needed to do to save her family, her village, her people. She rose and sighted her next victim.
“Do not do it, little one.”
The voice was soft, deep, and stern, and emanated from a point no less than an inch from her left ear. Fiona started, tried to turn, but the press of cold metal against her neck halted that. A sword lay across her throat. One move, and she was dead.

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Thursday, April 20, 2017

An #Excerpt Exchange from @EmberLeighAuth -- The Last Resort #romance

By Ember Leigh

Rose Delaney is a baby bounty hunter, rescuing children from fugitive ex-spouses. All she wants is to return a recovered child to its mother and get back to her regimented solitary life. But when a snow storm leaves her and baby Emmy stranded, Rose has no choice but to lean on the ruggedly handsome rescuer, who thinks the baby is hers. Holed up in their mountain resort-under-construction and unable to contact Emmy’s mother, Rose's priority is hitting the road—even if Garrett’s erotic touch entices her to ride out the storm.
Construction boss Garrett Galo loves his job, but he never imagined a perk like being snowbound during a whiteout with the sassy brunette he just rear-ended. He’s learned to stay away from women who want a family, especially when they come with a kid in tow. When passionate nighttime encounters flare between them, Garrett begins to question what he’d risk to keep Rose.
This isn’t the time or the place for romance—but will five days on a mountain make these loners reconsider giving in to love?

Around the corner, she didn’t see either of the brothers. The shower hummed from inside the bathroom.
Two options. She pressed her ear against the bathroom door and listened, only hearing the steady rush of the water hitting the wall. She could burst inside and hop into the shower with whoever it might be, including Wes…or she could politely knock and lose all shock value.
Rose decided the first one.
She turned the doorknob quietly and pushed on the door. Beyond, she could see the first curve of the sink and part of the trashcan. No feet. No hands.
A cough from within.
She smirked—definitely Garrett.
Inching the door open further, she poked her head in. Garrett’s body silhouetted against the translucent shower door. The image of his chiseled, naked body seared through her mind. Her mouth went dry.
She crept inside and eased the door shut, body rigid as she watched his shadow move inside the shower. The fogged mirror hid her reflection as the soft mesh shorts slipped to ground, followed by her undies and T-shirt.
Garrett began humming, out of tune, something that sounded suspiciously like a children’s song.
Rose grinned, excitement roiling beneath her skin. This not only was going to happen, it needed to happen. Her heart thumped in her chest as she reached for the shower door.
The door opened a few inches before Garrett’s humming turned into a gasp. He whipped around and pulled aside the shower door, eyes wild.
She grinned up at him, loving the swirls of shock and appreciation in his eyes as he took her in.
“Can I join?”
His mouth hung open a moment, gaze sweeping over her naked body, lighting fires on her skin. He grabbed her around the waist and yanked her inside the shower, slamming the door shut behind her.
 The water hit her body in a pleasingly warm rush. He pinned her to the shower wall with his hips. Her breath hitched.
“I don’t even want to ask why you’re naked in my bathroom,” he said, kissing her neck, “and I don’t even care. Fact is, you’re here, and you’re mine now.” She giggled as the kisses dropped between her breasts and then traveled up to her mouth. His hair clung to his face and neck. She trailed her fingers up his arms and around his neck as Garrett sealed their bodies together. Her skin buzzed hot and happy against his.
“You are one sneaky lady,” he murmured, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth.
Contentment surged through her, and she closed her eyes, relishing this unlikely moment. She might never see Garrett again in her life after tomorrow, or the next day. How did she even find her way to know him? It was all so impossible. It was time to make sure neither of them ever forgot— or regretted—meeting the other.
“I know how to get what I want.”

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Ember Leigh has been writing erotic romance novels since she was far too young. A native of northern Ohio, she currently resides near Lake Erie with her Argentinean husband, where they run an Argentinian-American food truck. In addition to romance novels, Ember also writes travel memoirs and occasionally updates a couple of blogs. In her free time, she practices Ashtanga yoga, hops around the world, and eats lots of vegetables.

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Wednesday, April 19, 2017

A Book Hook from My First Historical Western by #MFRWAuthor @AnitaPhilmar

Wanted to share today my first historical western. I fell in love with Catherine. She put everything on the line to win the man she loves. Her future...her life.

How could a man not love such a woman?

Texas Passion

by: Anita Philmar

Blurb -

After a long cattle drive to Abilene, Trent McCall just wants to unwind. But in his absence, his father's been making wedding plans...for Trent. The last thing he needs is a spoiled and pampered socialite for a wife. What he needs is a hard drink and a willing woman. An uncomplicated woman who understands a man’s need for release after a hard ride. Good thing he’s got one waiting for him.

Four years back East haven’t changed Catherine Turnberry’s mind. Her heart is set on neighboring rancher, Trent McCall. When an end-of-the-trail party threatens to put him in the arms of another woman, Catherine grabs the bull by the horns. Taking the place of the whore hired to pleasure Trent, she intends to give him a welcome he'll never forget and show him what Texas passion is all about.


“Well, now, did you think I’d ever arrive?” He shut the door and tossed his hat onto the table by the door. Dark curly hair circled his head, and his dark brown eyes met hers.

“I had no doubt you’d get here eventually.” Her hands shaking, Catherine laid her book on the rocker and tried for a more seductive tone. “But I’d like to know what delayed you.”

One corner of his mouth turned up in a crooked grin, he stepped forward, and then paused. “Wait a second, don’t I know you?”

Catherine nodded and toyed with the knot holding her robe together. Should she shed her robe and try to seduce him first? Or just tell him her name?

He tilted his head slightly, and a frown formed on his lips. The subdued lighting of the lantern didn’t mask the lines marring his brow.

Apprehension slithered over her skin, and a lump the size of Texas grew in her throat. “I…uh…”


More of an accusation than a question, her name echoed in her head. “Yes, I…” She edged closer.

He shuffled backward until his back hit the door. “What the hell are you doing here?” His gaze dropped to swell of her breasts, and the cattywhumped expression on his face registered. Clarity filled her head. The man might deny it, but the heat in his eyes proved he found her appealing. Energy pulsed through her, and she untied the knot at her waist. “I decided, since we’re practically engaged, I didn’t want you sleeping with another woman.”

“Whoa, don’t even think about removing that robe.” He held out his hands to stop her, but his tongue slid over his parched lips and the blaze in his eyes sparked higher. Catherine’s confidence grew, and the doubt that had plagued her for the last few hours faded. He might resist, but she’d show him this was what they both wanted.

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Saturday, April 15, 2017

Facebook TakeOver of #NGWN -- Make sure to join us #readers

So excited about this event.

I'm joining my good friend Nona Raines on the NGWNreaders group to celebrate the lettter F.

Okay, so can you think of a few fantastic fun things to do.

So can I, come join us and find out what we have in store for nice girls writing naughty  readers.

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See you there at around 4:00 pst - 6:00 central  - 7:00 est.
Party in every time zone.


Friday, April 14, 2017

Theirs: Found and Claimed by #AsheBarker #scifiromance #menage #NeverEndingTour

Theirs : Found and Claimed
By Ashe Barker

     Sci-fi erotic romance
     Approximately 62,500 words
     HEA ending

     They bring her back to life, but can they keep her? 


When they board a derelict spacecraft in search of valuable scrap metal, the last thing Luca and Sylvan expect is to stumble upon a beautiful, naked woman in need of medical assistance. Despite her protests, they bring her back to their ship, treat her illness, and take it upon themselves to look after her.

After she contracted the virus that wiped out her people and killed everyone else on her ship, Llianna didn’t expect to survive, and she is shocked when she awakens from a comatose state with two men standing over her. Once she regains her health, however, she is horrified to realize that she is about to enter her fertile period, a uniquely vulnerable time for females of her species.

Knowing that she will end up begging Luca and Sylvan to take her in any way they please if she doesn’t act quickly, she flees in her partially-repaired ship, only to be caught, stripped bare, and spanked soundly. The stern punishment leaves her desire burning even more fiercely, and soon she is writhing in ecstasy as her handsome rescuers claim her hard and thoroughly.

Though Luca and Sylvan make it clear that she is free to go once her ship is finally fully operational again, Llianna finds herself yearning to belong to them completely, and as she learns to submit to their firm, loving dominance, her passion for them grows more intense with each passing day. But when she discovers that she is not the last of her kind after all, will she leave the men she loves to live amongst her own people?

Publisher’s Note: Theirs: Found and Claimed includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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“How much longer?”
“This session, maybe a couple more hours. Then I’ll see how she does on her own. The virus might well start to multiply though as soon as I disengage, so I’ll probably need to link us up again fairly soon to complete the job. Assuming her autoimmune system isn’t compromised, though, she should be all right after that.”
Luca nods, his attention now drawn to the exquisite form of the petite alien nestled at my side. I can’t say I blame him; she is nothing short of stunning.
“Fine-looking females, these Fyorlians,” he observes. “No body hair, apart from on her head.”
I had noticed that. No eyebrows either, though she has long eyelashes in the same bluish black of her hair. I can’t find it in myself to argue with Luca’s overall assessment.
I wait another three hours before I ask Luca to disconnect the tubes from the alien’s cannulas. She is starting to stir a little now, and she seems restless. We need to handle the next stage with care. She’ll be fucking confused when she does regain consciousness and we have no idea how she might react to the presence of two alien males, and to finding herself on another ship, though she shows no sign of wanting to move away from me. If anything, she is clinging to my side even more tightly.
Before long, her eyelids flutter and she cracks them open to reveal irises of a deep amethyst shade. At once she closes her eyes again, her forehead crinkling. Luca calls out the command to CAID to lower the illumination in here. The sound of his voice seems to cause her to curl into a ball and we exchange a glance. This is not going to be easy.
I’m just considering whether to try to speak to her again when suddenly, all hell breaks loose. The soft, pliant body in my arms becomes rigid and she hurls herself across the bed. She kneels up, glaring at me, then at Luca, her small fists raised as though to batter us into submission. Neither of us moves.
“It’s okay,” I offer. “You’re safe here.”
Her beautiful eyes flash and she lets loose a stream of incomprehensible sounds. I suppose ‘get your hands off me, you bastard’ is much the same in any language.
“CAID, activate multilingual sensors and translators, please.” Luca issues the request, then steps forward to speak to her, his tone low and even. “Do you want to try that again, honey?”
She swivels her head to peer at him, clearly bewildered, though it is equally obvious that she understood what he said this time. We both attempt a reassuring smile.
She opens her mouth again, closes it, then, “Why am I naked? And what are you doing in my bed?”
Luca laughs out loud, the fucking moron. “Ah, sweetheart, I don’t blame you for taking issue with that. Please forgive my companion’s clumsy approach, his skills as a lover have never been up to much.”
“Lover?” She narrows her eyes at me, though I like to think Luca is included in her general disgust at the situation.
I seek to rectify matters. “Ignore my colleague’s inane ramblings, he’s an idiot and can’t help himself. I believe he was dropped on his head in a previous life.”
The Fyorlian backs away from me, only halting her retreat when she comes up against the wall. “What is this previous life? Who are you and where is this place?” She lowers her fists, but only to attempt to cover her perfect breasts from our perusal. Her expression is accusing now, and fearful though I suppose that is to be expected. “Where are my clothes?”
Ah, her terror of us seems to be for reasons I had not entirely expected. This, I can put right.
“You were naked when we found you and we assumed that was your preferred state.” I get to my feet and move slowly across the room to the closet where I store my clothes. I grab a loose shirt and toss it on the bed in front of her. “You can wear that, for now, until we find you something more suitable.”
The alien doesn’t move. It’s as though she has no notion what the shirt is or why I am offering it to her. I step forward again and pick it up, then open the buttons. I drape it around her shoulders. “There. Better?”
She grabs the fabric and clutches it before her chest.
“So, if your nudity is such a problem for you, why were you naked when we found you?” It seems a fair enough question to me, and we have to start somewhere.
The alien glares at me, her pretty mouth working. Her brow furrows, as though she is trying to remember. She takes her time before responding. “I was alone. Who, then, might I dress for?”
“Okay,” I agree. “Fair enough. So—”
“Who are you and why have you brought me here?” She interrupts my next question with some of her own. Her expression is wary as she looks from Luca to me then back again. “What do you intend to do to me?”
Ah, such delightful possibilities occur to me, and I daresay to Luca too, but now is not the time.

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1.       How many books have you written? Are they all spanking fiction?
I think I have approaching fifty titles out now, and they are all erotic stories. Some are more BDSM themed and some are spanking/domestic discipline. At first I wrote just contemporary stories, then I started adding a few historicals as well, and one paranormal so far. Theirs : Found and Claimed is my third sci-fi and I love writing in this genre.

2.       Why do you enjoy writing sci-fi?
Because I love the idea of playing God. I can create just the world(s) I want, set up whatever social system suits my story, and craft the most amazing characters. The usual laws of physics, time, and cultural behavior don’t count so the story-telling can be much more creative and inventive in an alternative universe. Stories which might be really controversial if written as a contemporary romance can be ‘cloaked’ in a sci-fi.

3.       What advice would you have for writers who decide to try their hand at erotica?
I’d tell them to have a go, but to have a decent thesaurus to hand to help with the creative vocabulary. And an internet connection. Youtube is the erotica writer’s friend.

4.       Do you see writing as a career?
Yes. I try to be fairly ordered about it. I like to be at my desk (well, more accurately the kitchen table) laptop fired up and coffee to hand, by nine in the morning and I tend to write for most of the day then. There are also a lot of related tasks to keep on top of, mainly to do with promo or research, or keeping in touch with readers and other authors. It’s definitely a full-time job for me.

5.       Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?
I think it was always there, though I only started writing properly about four years ago. In the past I always tended to plot stories in my head though, often when sitting in traffic jams on my daily commute. I now work at home so all that time spent inhaling exhaust fumes is finally paying off.

6.       If you could have been told one thing that you weren't told when you were a teenager, what would you like to have heard?
I was given lots of advice as a teenager, much of it unsolicited and not especially good. I think we all have to make our own mistakes, but hopefully I haven’t made the same mistake to many times. That would be sad.
Looking back, I think the most important thing I picked up along the way was that we all have choices, all the time. We’re entitled to choose our own way in life, but we should also be ready to own and accept the consequences of our decisions.
Someone once invited me to cast my mind forward to a time perhaps sixty years from now when I’ll be long-gone and my daughter (currently eighteen) is herself entering old age. Imagine she’s talking to her grandchildren, telling them about me. What would I like her to be saying? My actions now, today, will dictate what those obituaries might be so don’t leave it until later to be the sort of person you want to be remembered as.

7.       If you had to describe yourself using three words, it would be…
Resilient. Creative. Calm.

8.       What would you do if you were the last person on this earth?
Turn out the lights.

9.       If you were to write a book about yourself, what would you name it?
I think at some level or other they are all a little bit about me. I could never write a book about a heroine I didn’t actually like or identify with in some way. Maybe I’d call my autobiography Made a Difference, because I hope that would be true. Perhaps that should be on my gravestone rather than a book cover, come the day.

10.   What's your favorite love story? (movie or book)
I adore Love Actually and I can’t count how many times I’ve seen that movie. It has lots of love stories all rolled up and woven into each other, but I think perhaps my favourite is the one featuring Hugh Grant.
I also remember reading Katherine by Anya Seton many years ago, and I’ve never forgotten the magic that shimmers between Katherine and her hero, John of Gaunt. Their lifetime love affair is set against the dramatic backdrop of medieval England, a period I also like to write about.

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Thursday, April 13, 2017

Forbidden Kisses by Sha Renee -- #EggcerptExchange #MilitaryRomance

Sha Renée
Creating stories on the pages where duty, honor and passion unite.

Title: Forbidden Kisses
Genre: Military Romance
Release Date: December 2, 2016
Series: Anchored Hearts


What do you do when the person you love is off limits?

Military regulations prohibit personal relationships between senior officers and their juniors.
Violation of these rules is a serious offense. Unfortunately, for Layla and Ethan, they don’t discover each other’s military status until after they’ve already fallen for each other. With the threat of disciplinary action and their careers at risk, the lovers are faced with an impossible decision.
Layla is an enlisted member of the US Navy. On a weekend trip, she meets and grows close to the perfect guy. Her world is turned upside down when she later discovers he’s a Navy lieutenant, which means a personal relationship with him is forbidden. Is Layla strong enough to walk away from the only man to hold her heart?
She’s everything Lieutenant Ethan Parker wants, and during his darkest moment, Layla was everything he needed. Learning that a relationship with her is off-limits catapults the decorated officer into a place darker than the one she helped pull him from. Ethan is forced to choose between the profession that means everything to him and the woman he’s waited his entire life for.
Can military regulations separate lovers destined to be together?


For the next forty-five minutes, my coworkers spoke, but I hadn’t a clue what any of them said. My mind was busy replaying the events of the day I first met Ethan. Piercing blue eyes. Beautiful dimples. Coffee. Bathroom. Flirting. Not once had he said anything about the Navy. He had mentioned his new position, but never revealed that he was third in command at an aviation training facility... Had he?

At the conclusion of the staff meeting, everyone emptied the room, but I remained seated, waiting for a chance to confront Lieutenant Parker. I pulled my cell from my pocket, pretending I had a reason to linger. The message notification on my phone startled me.

Ethan: My office. Now.
Me: Are you kidding? I can’t just walk into your office.
Ethan: We need to talk. Wait a few minutes, and then knock on my door.

He stood and left the room without a glance in my direction. The sight of Ethan in uniform made my heart flutter a little.
Memories of nights I’d spent wrapped in his arms flooded my consciousness. How could neither of us know the other’s military status? How could neither of us think to ask?
The door to his office was ajar. Should I just go in? Should I knock? I figured I’d better follow standard procedure just in case anyone saw me. I knocked on the door and spoke immediately after. “Request permission to enter, Sir.”
“Granted.” He rose from his desk, walked past me, and shut the door.
Tension radiated through every muscle in my body. We stood for a beat, staring at each other. He had to be thinking the same thing I was: What! The! F---!
“Layla, what the hell is going on?”
Was he accusing me? Did he think I somehow planned this shit? “You tell me. You never said you’re in the Navy. That you’re an officer. That you work here. Do you know what this means?”
“Of course, I know what this means. I thought you were a student.”
“I am. I was.”
“You didn’t say you’re also an instructor.” He started to pace.
“It didn’t come up. I had other things on my mind.”
“Like what?” Those vivid, blue eyes held my gaze as he stood mere inches away.
He was too smart to be that clueless. “Like you.”
His expression softened.
“You didn’t tell me you were the new Director of Training at one of the Navy’s best training facilities.”
“We can discuss everything later at the hotel.”
“What are you? Crazy? We can’t meet at the hotel. We can’t talk. We can’t text. We can’t anything.”
“We need to figure out what we’re going to do.”
“There’s nothing we can do. This is it for us. I finally meet the perfect guy... and I can’t have him.”
A knock at the door startled us and we quickly backed away from each other. My heart beat wildly as the Commanding Officer swung the door open and came right toward us.


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Sha Renée is a native New Yorker who joined the US Navy right after high school. She now lives in New Jersey where she creates stories on the pages where duty, honor and passion unite. A true nature lover, Sha enjoys spending time outdoors with a camera in her hands. She’s a fan of auto racing, military air shows and The X Games and dreams of someday riding her own motorcycle.
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