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Wednesday 30 September 2015

#NewRelease Calculated Risk by Michelle Roth @mroth_author #menforhireantho

Hi there, everyone! I'm Michelle Roth and I'm here to introduce my latest release, Calculated Risk. It's a part of the Men For Hire anthology! If you or your readers have any questions for the authors, feel free to use the #menforhireantho hashtag on Twitter and we'll reach out to you with answers!

I'm working with three other fantastic authors! Here's the line up of stories:

Got Muscle by Tina Donahue
Menage at Mealtime by Bella Settarra
Calculated Risk by Michelle Roth
Marital Duties by Jennifer Denys


Stella Whitman has inherited her mother’s country home. When she finds it in utter disrepair, her cousin suggests that she call Men for Hire in search of a handyman. When he arrives, she’s somewhat shocked to find that his deep brown eyes and rugged good looks are giving her some very inappropriate thoughts.

Despite his instant attraction to Stella, Ian Starling has convinced himself that they need to keep things strictly professional. He’s been burnt before and has vowed never again. It becomes increasingly more difficult as he gets to know her, though. Then one rainy night changes everything…

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She raised her hips and worked them against his hand, and moaned, “I want you inside me, Ian. Be inside me. I ache.”

He removed his fingers from her, a pained look on his face and said, “I didn’t exactly plan for this. I don’t have a condom. I really hope you’ve got one.”

“I do,” Stella said. She rolled over and pulled an unopened box from the bedside table. Opening it, she tore one off the strip and handed it to him.

Without any further ado, he tore open the package and rolled it over his hard length. He settled himself in between her thighs, his cock nudging against her opening. With one hand, he framed her face. The other guided him slowly inside her.

When he was buried fully inside her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled her hips experimentally against him. She felt so full. So stretched.

The groan that left Ian sounded almost pained. His eyes fluttered closed as he said, “Don’t move, or this will be over quickly, Stella. It’s been a while since…”

Stella saw the strain on his face and the words just fell from her lips, “For me too. I’m already on the edge. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this.”

Ian shook his head as he began to slowly work his hips against hers. He said, “I know, Stella. Every single time I saw those pouty lips of yours, I couldn’t help but think of them wrapped around my cock. That beautiful round ass of yours. I kept picturing it rosy pink from the palm of my hand. I wanted to fuck your tight little pussy with my tongue, my fingers, my cock … until you screamed so loud you were hoarse from it. And then I wanted to do it all over again.” His hips slapped against hers now, punctuating each word as he said, “I—have—every—idea.”


Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.

In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. 

Her books are currently available on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and any other place that sells absolutely filthy romance novels.

Monday 28 September 2015

#NewRelease Unprofessional by Allyson Young @evernightpub

 by Allyson Young
A New Romance on the Go 

Hannah Evans is personal assistant to the very professional Benjamin Willis, and he keeps her firmly in that role. Her boss is a great man, and if he rewards himself with a large number of blondes, well, even great men can be misguided. Hannah couldn’t ask for anything more in her job—except she’s fallen for her boss. And now Mr. Willis seems to be seeking more than mere pleasure. What if he finds a woman with a beauty and brains? Unable to bear the idea, Hannah submits her resignation. Faced with losing her, Benjamin’s entire being reacts in shock, dismay and outrage, causing him to examine how he actually views Hannah. She has had months to come to terms with her strong emotions while he has had mere hours. But Benjamin is a quick study and discovers his true feelings for the woman who has been right under his nose.
July 17
Dear Mr. Willis-
Please accept this as my formal notice of resignation effective two weeks from today’s date. I would advise that I have compiled a detailed document outlining the successful applicant’s duties and if time permits will certainly be willing to train said applicant.
I wish to express my sincere appreciation for the opportunity to work as your personal assistant for the past year, given my lack of experience.
Yours truly,
Hannah Evans
Hannah Evans

            His fist crumpled the sheet of paper as if with a mind of its own, mangling the white velum and hiding the message from his disbelieving stare. A sick feeling gripped his gut and he replaced it with a mounting fury, the better to cope. Benjamin forced his fingers to relax and drop the letter to the surface of the desk, smoothing out the wrinkles while trying to get control. What the fuck was this about?
            He wasn’t reacting specifically to her resignation. He’d come to that surprise after he figured out his absurd response to it. Several deep breaths, followed by some pacing around his office didn’t shed any light on the issue so he went with the reason for it. Rather than calling her, he yanked his door open and glared at her empty desk. Hannah—Miss Evans—he corrected himself, sternly, was down the hall again, in that excuse for a restroom. A chill raced down his spine. Was her resignation related to something about her health? Was she frequently using the last unfinished room in this amazing building he’d seen lovingly restored because of sickness? Worry curdled his belly and he peered in that direction.
As he cudgeled his brain for reasons why a woman might be ill, another thought struck him and ice replaced the fear. Could she be pregnant? His Hannah carrying another man’s baby?
            Insanely, his cock leaped to attention as if in protest. Benjamin froze in place and stared down at the appendage that he’d never allowed to lead him around. He’d prided himself on it. Sex was an imperative; the more the better, the more inventive the better and he was wealthy enough and powerful enough to indulge himself. His taste in women leaned to tall, blonde, busty, and vacuous. Women who accepted his terms of casual and short term. Arm candy to show off at his many appearances, a release for afterward, and no pillow talk required. He had Hannah—Miss Evans—for that. Pillow talk wasn’t the correct description, of course, but his brain and quick mind appreciated their stimulating conversations. She was no shrinking violet and met him comment for comment, debate for debate, yet was only too willing to admit her weaknesses and if she was wrong. Not to mention how she competently fulfilled the rest of her role.
It was inappropriate to consider Miss Evans in even a vaguely carnal way. Highly unprofessional. What business was it of his to resent the idea of another man giving her a child, like he had a proprietary interest? And certainly thinking of her as his Hannah was wrong. Except she was his—his valued, personal assistant who lived up to every word she’d spoken in that brief summary of the job. Never intrusive, totally dedicated and hardworking, highly organized and intuitive. He’d meant it when he complimented her for anticipating his needs and taking such good care of him. His cock twitched at the thought and confusion addled his brain. The thought of her with another man…

Author Bio:

Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years, and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.

Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.


Sunday 27 September 2015

#WeWriWa #8sunday Teaser 4 Naughty Fairy Tale - Jack and the Jean Stock

Here's another tease from new release Jack and the Jean Stock. Last week, we left poor Jack on the seedier side of town with a drug dealer. Here's what happens next ...

Squinting in the shadows, Jack held up the zipper bag.

“What the fuck are you doing?” the dealer hissed. “Are you crazy? Stash that.”

“I’m making sure they’re all here, Mouse. You short changed me last time.” Probably not smart to accuse him of such a thing.

Before he could blink, something hard butted up against his ribcage. “You got alotta fuckin’ nerve, Castor. I could fuck you up bad and toss your body in the nearest dumpster, and no one would bat an eye.”


Strapped for cash and drowning in his ailing mother’s medical debt, the one bright spark in Jack Castor’s life is working his dream job for a specialty clothing manufacturer that caters to large men. Although his personal life is all but nonexistent, career-wise, he thrives under the tutelage of his friend and father-like mentor, Cronus Gigandet, a gigantic man with a heart to match. But when Cronus dies suddenly, the company’s future is thrown into uncertainty.

Titan Gigandet, Cronus’ wayward son, a giant of a man in his own right, is furious when he learns his father has included his upstart protégé, Jack, in his will, leaving him equal shares in the family-run factory. Reluctantly, Titan rescinds his own self-imposed exile and returns to a company in turmoil.

The gloves come off, and the major players fight for control. With the shareholder’s agreement about to run out, decisions concerning the business need to be made, and quick. But Jack and Titan clash at every turn. The pair is so at odds, the quarrels rapidly become physical, but fists soon give way to angry, forbidden kisses. Though the blazing new attraction does nothing to quell the antagonism or distrust between them.

While battling to save the company, Jack’s mother takes a turn for the worse. Just when it seems like all hope is lost, Titan unearths a stunning find.

Could this new discovery be Jack’s ‘golden goose’ or just the beginning of the end to everything Jack holds dear?

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Saturday 26 September 2015

Release Blitz and #Giveaway Carnal Innocence by Reily Garrett @reily_garrett

Title: Carnal Innocence

Author: Reily Garrett

Genre: Paranormal/Romantic Suspense 

 Release Date: September 22, 2015


Callie, an extraordinary genius raised in a Think Tank superstructure, has unique talents sought by scientists and terrorists alike.

A botched rescue attempt hurls her into a world of spies and terrorists while leaving her to adapt to a sexual mutilation that will last her lifetime.

Nate, an ex-Special Forces private investigator, is unprepared for cyclone Callie sideswiping his life during a meet and greet at his BDSM club. After an old team mate is assassinated, he must ferret out a traitor while keeping Callie from the radicals’ clutches.

From their first meeting, Callie embodies an otherworldly aura with mysteries neither his heart nor mind can refuse to unravel as he helps them navigate a world of sensual exploration and betrayal.

From the winner of The Romance Review’s Top Pick award comes the sequel to Carnal Beginnings. If you love a combination of BDSM/romance and suspense, don’t miss this action packed adventure.

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“Okay, Callie, by the numbers. Twenty seconds—cross the courtyard, navigate the breach in the fence then we’re home free. Sebastian’s waiting beyond the copse of trees.”

Timing remained her key to survival. The erratic pounding pulse in her ears rivaled a snare drum’s buzz roll, executioner’s beat. Before the adrenaline in her blood circuited again, either she’d be free or dead, depending which card destiny threw her way.

Long sleeves failed to thwart the effect of icy crystals intent on covering her. The deep shiver originated from equal parts emotional and physical parentage.

“Whatever happens, don’t look back, and don’t hesitate regardless of what you hear.”

A rearward glance revealed the frosty night breeze glazing the sheen of sweat on Jake’s forehead to a cold luster. The steel in his gaze matched the resolve in his harsh whisper.

An impressive first snowfall whirled its frozen burden in quarter-sized swirling flakes creating a misty veil camouflage for their escape. Thick, quivering Camellia leaves further crippled her scrutiny of the facility’s front.

A mind for facts and logic hampered her ability to incorporate or balance the chaotic pandemonium swirling in her head just as snow-laden whirlwinds hindered her view. If she wasn’t such a concrete thinker regarding things such as karma or kismet as hogwash, perhaps she’d see things differently. But this was her world.

Anxiety innervated and stimulated her senses, twisted higher by the potential for failure. Yet her body couldn’t distinguish between the urges to run or freeze, caught in a limbo of her biological making.

Beside her, Franklin leaned forward. His outstretched arm was a reminder of the bars she’d see if they failed tonight—and survived.

“But, Jake, you’re coming too…” One hand gripped the corner of the building to counterbalance her sudden panic.

This storm fit seamlessly into their plan, obscuring their images on the cameras at each corner of the facility. Yet reality trumped fiction in eccentricity, making the possibility of unlikely circumstances cropping up and interfering with their escape a probability.

Always considerate regardless of the situation, Jake wrapped his jacket about her shoulders. The warmth of the heavily lined sleeves expelled the last of her hesitation. “Thanks.”

“Of course I’m coming. We’re in this together. You’ll have a life independent of these bastards. You’re the reason I’ve worked here for so long and this is our best chance at freedom. Now let’s go, time to set you free, flaxen-haired warbler.” Confidence radiated in concentric circles from him as he alluded to one of her favorite diversions, singing. Yet thick, elongated fingers of moonlight filtered through the gauzy clouds in sporadic streaks to capture the doubt in his eyes.

“But the guards are still up in their booths. I thought they’d be gone…” The earlier excitement of escape dulled with the reality of the threat they now faced. These two men risked their lives for her.

“No, Callie. Unnecessary. They are sympathetic to our cause, namely, your escape. They know both the risk to themselves and what’s at stake. I’ll be right behind you.”

Jake’s words failed to blunt the taste of bile rising in her throat. The gentle reminder in his sotto voice energized her more than his slight nudge. With a quick glance at each visible corner of the building, one to her left, the other behind her, hair on her nape prickled. Something felt—off.

Profiles on the second story corners. Light glinted off the barrels of their automatic rifles as a reminder of their intended purpose. Did she know them?

Beside her, Franklin’s nod further bolstered her courage. Crouching low, she bolted across the well-maintained yard bordering the institution. Franklin grasping her right hand and urging her faster lent additional strength.

Islands of shrubbery stood in stark relief against the thickening snow. Mother Nature’s tempest now blanketed the earth with its slippery covering which delineated every step she took.

Jake wouldn’t explain the details but at least twelve men and women conspired to participate in her daring escape. Most of these conspirators comprised the skeletal crew currently inside.

Even if someone raised an alarm, Jake guaranteed those collaborators would come to her defense. The only wildcards were the perimeter guards and those watching the security camera feeds from the bowels of the institution.

Twenty meters into her daring bid for freedom, concurrent circumstances doubled her frantic pulse. An earsplitting siren blasted behind her, eliciting a gasp, and Jake rushing forward to grab her left arm. Additional pressure urged her to tap into her energy reserves.

Wind droning through nearby tree limbs didn’t swallow the low thwacking sound nearby—like snapping rubber bands that had been stretched tight. Jake stumbled into her path.

Franklin’s harsh lateral jerk created a brief shuffle step as they raced for the fence. A small strop of light revealed his grim, determined look.

“Damn it. You okay, Jake?” The wind’s murmur consumed Franklin’s harsh whisper.

“Keep going, Callie. Don’t stop. I’m okay.” Jake’s strained voice galvanized her determination even as he tugged harder.

Author Bio

Though her kids are her life, writing is the life after. You know, the one you also enjoy…AFTER the kids are in bed or AFTER they’re in school and the house is quiet. This is the time she kicks back with laptop and lapdog to give her imagination free reign.

In life, hobbies can come and go according to our physical abilities, but you can always enjoy a good book. Life isn’t perfect, but our imaginations can be. Relax, whether it’s in front of a fire or in your own personal dungeon. Take pleasure in a mental pause as you root for your favorite hero/heroine and bask in their accomplishments, then share your opinions of them over a coffee with your best friend (even if he’s four legged). Life is short, cherish your time.

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#MySexySaturday Sexy Cars and One Hot Teacher #rockstar #romance

  Happy Anniversary MSS!

Welcome to the 111th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme: Sexy Today

A little over two years ago, we had an idea…an idea that sexy meant different things to different people…we knew this was true because of the books we read and wrote. We wanted to share sexy with everyone. We wanted authors from sweet to sensual to smoking hot to share with us their idea of sexy.

And come they did. In droves, some weeks better than others but everyone sharing their dream of what sexy meant. Last week it was a sexy boy, the week before that the sexy girlfriend. Each week we’ve had a different theme and have had authors post using that theme as a base board to start with. We even encourage them to post when their story doesn’t fit that theme because sharing is sexy and we all want to read just the good stuff every once in a while.

So today, there really is no theme except sexy today. Authors are free to post whatever they want within the normal rules. Just make it sexy, sexy and more sexy.

For the readers, please visit us at our new Author Central where we’ll be sharing even more from our authors. It’s also the place to hear all about our 100th week Anniversary Bash open Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Get all the details for all the prizes we’ll be giving away. We’d love to have each and everyone of you there.

Blurb : Rock Me Gently

Rock-god Jase West has it all. Millions of adoring fans around the globe, money, women, cars and the talent that afforded him the extravagant lifestyle he enjoys. Until one day, when he takes a good look at himself and doesn’t like what he sees.

After fulfilling his contractual obligations, Jase quits the music business and goes back to school. Re-emerging as Jason Westlake, history teacher.

During Jason’s first set of parent-teacher interviews, he meets Lainey Clarkson, the single mother of one of his students, and he is immediately drawn to her. But Lainey is in the midst of a nasty divorce from a semi-famous pro football player and the last thing she wants is a relationship, especially with someone who is, or has been, in the limelight. However, Jason is pleasantly surprised to find that Lainey has no idea of his alter ego Jase West and decides to keep his celebrity status a secret for the time being until she falls for him. Reasoning that by then it will be too late for her to just walk away. 

But when Lainey finds out that she has been lied to and manipulated again, Jason has to put on the performance of his life to win her back. Or for once, will the guy who’s used to getting everything lose out on the best thing that’s ever happened to him?


Leaning casually against the expensive red and black sports car as if he hadn’t a care in the world, Jason looked like a model in a new car ad. Horny little butterflies erupted in Lainey's stomach at the sight of him. She walked all the way to him before he even moved. He straightened to full height as she reached him. He took the dark glasses from his eyes and pushed them up into his well-sculpted hair. If she wasn't mistaken, he looked tired too. Perhaps he’d had trouble sleeping as well. "What are you doing here?" Without a word, he opened the door and she sat down into the luxurious creamy leather. "This is a Bugatti Veyron, isn’t it?" she asked, running her hands over the dash, as he hopped into the driver's seat.
"Yes. You know your cars," he said, glancing to the left, before pulling out and blending into traffic.

"You must be an incredible teacher, Mr Westlake. I wasn’t aware they made the kind of money it takes to own one of these."

"They don’t," he answered in a clipped tone, as the car accelerated. He seemed cool today. He never wanted to talk about himself or his past but today, he seemed even more closed off. She didn’t like that. It made her think he had something to hide. Something he didn’t want her to know. Maybe something that might change the way things were going between them.

"Do you steal cars on the side, Mr Westlake?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Can you park this thing in the school parking lot without round the clock security?"

"I don’t drive this baby to school. I only take her out on special occasions. Or when I want to go fast."

"What do you drive to school?"

He shrugged. "The Porsche."

Hope you enjoyed the extract from Rock Me Gently
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Have a Sexy Saturday!

Friday 25 September 2015

#NewRelease and #Giveaway Cheerleaders in Heat by Muffy Wilson @SexyMuffyWilson and Chrissy Laurence @LaurenceChrissy

Cheerleaders in Heat
   Muffy Wilson  and  Chrissy Laurence
                @SexyMuffyWilson            @LaurenceChrissy                   

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Miami Rattlers Cheerleader Cherie Redd is exquisitely beautiful, athletic, and very, very lonely. Romance: a puzzling phenomenon she figured had something to do with guys' fear of rejection or lack of self-confidence because they just didn't have what it takes to win someone like Cherie.

Titillatingly sexy and breathtakingly beautiful, Cherie and her other cheerleading friends often spent their lonely Saturday nights lamenting their beauty and available just for the asking. The prettiest single women around: lonely, loveless and forlorn.

Frustrated by too many quiet nights at home or with other cheerleaders, Cherie was oh-so-eager for romance and a man to seduce her lavishly. She wanted to feel what a real orgasm in the arms of an adoring man was like once again. So, she tucked her vibrator away and took to the Internet. Cherie had no clue how rapidly the seduction would begin or where her life would careen as a result. Painfully naive and overwhelmed by admirers before her spinning head cleared, Cherie was learning things her momma never even knew enough to warn her about.

Follow Cherie and her friends as their sexual scoreboards light up brighter than in any stadium as their downward spiral introduces them to hot ménage sex, perversion and degradation.
Or does it?

Even his muscles have muscles for The Girls

An Insatiable Appetite for the Explicit *HOT* Edge 

Once in awhile, a book comes along that really captures your imagination. 

This book does that.

It begins as a charming “anything goes” chronicle of Cherie, and her cheerleader friend’s, 

journey beginning with Internet dating on the wild-side of South Miami nightlife. 

Timely situational circumstances hold a mirror on the breath of today’s edgy living, sensation-seeking society reflecting a degradational descent into drugs, alcohol, BDSM, casual sex, and sexual perversions.

This book was hard to put down. The pace was a roller-coaster ride of surprising 

twists and turns—some funny, some not, all thought provoking—all totally absorbing.

However, the underlying story is one of love: 

wanting it, losing it, looking for it, finding it,  and underestimating the power of love.

Outstanding, entertaining read! Wilson and Laurence nailed this one! 

You will not see the end coming…..

~ PA Jiuditta

As the evening darkened into night, the lights of Miracle Mile slowly came on, one-by-one, to welcome the late comers to the Strip. They were clearly interested in one another, their eyes locked in a magnetic embrace. Her emerald eyes lost their golden flecked luster to a dark, nighttime desire, matching Juan’s. Their hands touched often, fingertips communicating the messages lovers speak that only they can hear. Cherie, thinking the better of the two with the most to lose, excused herself to the ladies room.
The Girls take on the Hot-Hungry Media
There was a fiery feeling building up a steam that needed expression and release. In the restroom stall, Cherie raised her dress and put her hand up her thigh. She moved her red thong out to the side as she searched for her honey spot, now wet and eager. She knew this would not take long; so much emotion had burned through her already tonight.  Her head relaxed to the wall and she began to finger herself rapidly as she thought about Juan holding his cigar and the size of his hands. God, but he was handsome, tall and virile. She wondered about his cock. Was he circumcised or did he have a turtleneck sweater? She smiled and released a slight giggle. Was he long, thin, short, thick, wide and flat, bushy or trimmed?  How did he smell: like a warm musky forest after a light rain or like boot leather? Did he like briefs or boxers?  Oh, God, maybe a thong… Oh God, oh God, maybe he was wearing a thong now, or nothing! She could feel the earlier tension redirecting energy to her clit as she became more and more aroused at the thought of Juan’s cock.  She was adept at fingering herself and she wasted no energy now.  She began to moan and move with the rhythm of her hand and fingers.  She released her neck muscles and her head rolled from shoulder to shoulder.  She could feel it all over now, everywhere.  She was electrified, getting wetter with each stroke. Damn, she wished she had her finger vibrator, but she only carried it when she travelled. She would have to rethink that strategy another time.
She is reading for pointers from The Girls
She moaned, gyrated, clinched and quivered.  She moved in harmony with her passion, with the ebb and flow of her pulse. Her eyes closed floating in the image of Juan, and then she raised her foot to the seat in the stall.  She spread her legs giving her hand full open access: oh, what a vision she must have been.  She was hot, looked sublime, and coming soon in her red silk undies.  Her thong and garter belt pushed aside, she tormented her clit and pussy.  Aware that people looked at her as if they wanted her made her feel better and gave her an emotional edge. She pretended Juan was looking at her now in the same way.
She began to come in her hand: two fire-red tipped fingers plunged inside of her pussy and her red-tipped thumb found the pink pearl of her existence.  She worked herself into frenzied hot passion as she imagined Juan kissing her, holding her breasts, pinching her nipples, bending to suck her aureole and bite her nipples.  Her hardened nipples stretched and made an appearance under her tight fully 
fitted dress.  God!  Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God and she released a moan with her breath as she gripped her thighs tightly together, pushed, quivered, contracted and came.  She stood like that for a few seconds then relaxed as she rotated her head and released her neck muscles.  She felt like a new woman: a woman that knew she should be headed home before her quality time with the man at hand, Juan, turned into quality debauchery. 
He just collided with an 80 year-old Grandmother at a bus stop
Cherie emerged from the ladies’ room looking like a redheaded goddess, to Juan’s eye. It was a wonder to him what women could do to themselves in a few short minutes to freshen up.  Begging the late hour and an early call tomorrow, Cherie left after the next glass of wine and a penetrating kiss promised more to come.

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Chrissy Laurence ~

Chrissy Laurence is the cousin of
Best Selling mystery writer C.K.Laurence. Chrissy has always wanted to write,
but until her dear friend Muffy encouraged her to do so, she kept the
manuscript she had started tucked away without moving forward.
Thrilled with the opportunity to
collaborate, she forwarded her manuscript to Muffy. It turned out that the two
women were a perfect team and the result of Chrissy and Muffy's work is
Yours to read and enjoythoroughly!

Muffy Wilson ~ 

Muffy, author of erotic, romantic novels and stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation,
and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.
Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California at Davis and majored in Business Management. She entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in
northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic one hundred year old tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold.
They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest writing sexy stories and sensual literotica.  ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion. 

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