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Hot stuff? Where’s the hose?

fireYou never appreciate it when the fire alarm goes off when you’re cooking…or over cooking! So, how do you feel about raising the heat?

True love can heat the sheets up until the alarm goes off, but how about a hot and steamy tryst? Can two people, who have chemistry, create enough friction to require a hose? I think so. Love begins with chemistry. When I first met my, now husband, Dan, I thought that someone had electrocuted me. He stirred something in me that I hadn’t known I held in my heart. Sparks definitely flew, and still do today.

After 37 years of marriage, I often find my libido stirring when he’s near. Never has this happened to me with anyone else. My daughters often tell me about wishing they could find someone like him. He’s an awesome person, who never lets us down. Strong, tall, dark, and handsome, his heart is pure, and he never lets me get away with too much. I have to laugh here, as I always push the limit within reason. I love to stir him up every once in a while. What can I say? I’m a rebel.

Here’s to hoping that your life has a little flame, and that you set off a few alarms yourself. Enjoy.

Are you psychic?

Everyone has some psychic ability. Have you ever been in a room full of people then felt like someone is staring at you, then you look up and meet someone’s gaze? That’s ESP. How about when you have a dream that comes true? That’s precognitive dreaming. How about when you choose a different path only to find out later that there was an accident on the path you usually take? Again, ESP.

I was born a strong psychic, and utilize it every day. Sometimes I have to ‘turn it off’ or I get overwhelmed when in a crowd. I’m empathic and ‘feel’ other’s energy. It can be a lot of fun, but sometimes it can make you uncomfortable. franny closeup 200x300

I recently read a woman’s palm while having coffee, just because I ‘felt’ it was necessary. Needless to say, she was amazed, and I was pleased to help. Palm reading is also fun. The lines on your hands change as you get older. I study things like that on a regular basis. Learning new things is important for a psychic. Even the psychic that I go to brings something new to the table each year I see her. I don’t read for myself because I can’t be unbiased. It’s all about how I look at my life and decipher the cards.

Have you ever been to  a psychic? I write romance novels and my characters have strong abilities. It’s a ton of fun to create characters who can see the world in a different way that we do in ‘real’ life. I hope you get to read them at http://www.paranovelgirl.com or you can look me up on Amazon.com or Amazon.ca.

Franny

 

 

A Kiss is a KISS.

Can you tell what a person is like from his kiss?

Brett is a stranger, yet he steals a kiss from Lana. Now she has to decide whether to love him/her or hate him/her. Love and hate share a fine line, so is it okay for a guy to be a thief?

I recall the first kiss I gave my husband so many years ago. He sighed, and told me I was a good kisser, and I wanted more, but he was a perfect gentleman, and said goodnight. Then I had to wait hours to talk to him, practically pacing the floor. We’ve been together ever since, and will have our 36th wedding anniversary this summer. Judging by his kiss, I fell under his spell.

Enjoy this excerpt from Authors Beware, and you’ll see what I mean. What do you think of a stolen kiss? Would it make you angry, or stir your libido so deeply that you can’t stop thinking about him/her?

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EXCERPT from Authors Beware

Brett knew someone tailed him. He’d been trying to shake the guy for a few blocks, but the man seemed relentless. Entering the lobby of Belleview towers, he glanced around, and saw an attractive woman waiting for the elevators near the back wall. She stood apart from the others around her, drawing him toward her like a magnet. He’d figured out a way to elude his tail, and hoped she would go along with it.
She’s really hot! She seems like a fun-loving girl. I hope she’s game.
After taking another glance outside, he saw the man coming up to the revolving doors. Moving quickly over to where the woman stood, he gave his plan a shot.
Nodding politely to her, he stripped off his jacket, rolled it into a ball, and threw it on the floor beside the potted fern.
“Excuse me, ma’am, but I’m in trouble, and I wondered if you could help me out?” He pulled his baseball hat from his back pocket, and put it on backwards.
Curiosity filled her gaze before she nodded. “Well, sure. If I can—.”
Before she could finish her reply, he swept her up in his arms, and kissed her passionately. The woman seemed so stunned she didn’t react to his audacity, melting into his arms instead of fighting him. Her hands rested on his chest, fingers tangled in his shirt
Distracted by the sexy woman in his arms, Brett found it hard to keep a close eye on his stalker, amazed at the passion the woman returned, nearly knocking him off his feet. Boy, she can light my fire anytime! Minutes may have ticked by, but he lost count, losing himself in her sensual mouth.
After the tail finally gave up and left, Brett continued the kiss, unable to stop. His pants suddenly became uncomfortably tight. Pulling her closer into his embrace, he nearly groaned as her body brushed up against him. She’d turned to liquid in his arms, sending shivers of desire up his spine. She smelled like lavender and fresh air.
He finally lifted his head, and stared into her eyes. Her expression dazed, she stared at him with a bemused gaze.
The elevator doors opened with a loud ‘ding’. Regretfully, he let her go.
“Thank you, ma’am. You were very helpful.” His voice low and husky, he watched her as he bent down, and picked up his jacket.
“Well, goodbye…” He started to say his farewell, but studied her swollen, damp lips, and changed his mind.
“Ah, what the hell,” he said, and kissed her again, a short, lip-smacking kiss. Then he nodded before he stepped into the elevator, and the doors closed on his grinning face.

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The Elements battle back!

franny closeup 200x300I wrote a series, which I’m always updating, about people with strong psychic abilities. It’s called the Love Is To DIE For… series. I hope you’ll get to read the five books I’ve already added. There is more on the burner.

What would you do if you had extraordinary powers? Would you take down criminals? Fight for justice? How about, heal the sick?

The female characters in the books are matched up with equally strong male characters.  After all, two alpha personalities meet and clash, but become inseparable. I love a good alpha male, while being an alpha female myself. No one can push them around.

I believe a dose of diplomacy is important in my characters. The evil antagonist always will lose the day in most stories, but in mine, we learn where they went wrong in their lives. People aren’t usually born bad, but the events leading up to adulthood can really put a monkey wrench into the mix as they grow up. There must be a reason people (or animals) turn bad.

I hope you’ll read my books, as I’m publishing quite a few now. Blessings to you.

Franny

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My latest book is Water’s Fall. It’s a paranormal romance with psychics. Tadi McCoy has amazing abilities, and he meets Maylin McCoy, a pint sized cop who surpasses the alpha female strength, and takes on his six foot five frame, which she calls Tree Trunk!

Tadi has the patience of a saint, yet finds it difficult to protect her since she’s always battling her own battles in her five foot tall frame. She’s a tough cop, and he doesn’t want to tame her, but let her grow. The gentle giant does everything he can to protect her, whether she wants him to or not.

Enjoy the ride.

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Gravity Sucks! The wish…

Some days I wish I could be strong like Superwoman, or courageous like Xena Warrior Princess. I even think being able to fly would be awesome.

However, I’m simply human, and prefer to keep my feet on the ground. It’s not so bad. I’d love to be able to clean my house in all of five minutes, and serve supper in an instant, but I take the time to make it spotless, no matter how long it takes, and have the food taste delicious.

I also wish I won a million dollars and lose over a hundred pounds, but I have to be realistic. I don’t have that kind of money…yet! Also, losing weight takes courage, strength, and determination, which I lack at present. It’s just too easy to shove a brownie in my face, or eat on the run. Sometimes I don’t even remember that I’ve eaten!

What is your greatest wish?

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If you’re looking for a great Paranormal Romance, GRAVITY SUCKS! is it!

Paranormal Romance (vampires)
Love scenes, language.
ISBN: 9781311539588
18,000 words
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gravitysuckscover200x300Ashamed of her disability as a vampire who couldn’t fly, Tasha Roshenko fought to keep her vulnerable heart to herself, but as luck would have it, a handsome vampire singer in a band proved to be her downfall.

Heat had become a well-known womanizer of both humans and vampires. Bored and lonely, he was ready to end his existence of one-thousand years. He found new life when he sensed Tasha, and noted that she was different, the first woman he’d ever met, who didn’t want him.

EXCERPT

As soon as she opened her eyes, Tasha was aware of the body next to hers. Never before had she felt such wild passion with a man, vampire or human. He hadn’t replaced the wrist cuff and chain after the long night of lovemaking.
She was free, yet she couldn’t deny that she felt bound to him, and that disturbed her more.

“I’ll feed for us, and be back soon.” His whisper close to her ear sent shivers down her spine. He left in an instant without waiting for her answer.

Upset at herself for giving in to the vampire, she quickly dressed by conjuring up some clothes with a wave of her finger, and tried to find the exit. When she came to the crack in the wall, she was unable to open the door.

“Damn him!”

With no apparent exit, she could only wait for him to return, and pray she could outsmart him. She didn’t want to remain there, captive in more ways than one. The feelings he evoked proved more dangerous than when she’d been brutally used by other vampires in the past.
When he finds out I’m disabled, he’ll leave me anyway. It’s best I go before I get attached to him. I’ll have to find a new home far enough away that he’ll never find me.

It wasn’t the first time she’d had to move. The last vampire who’d found out about her lack of ability to fly had laughed her right out the door. She could still hear his malicious words.

You’re a joke! I can’t believe I wanted such a poor specimen for my mate. Get out of my lair, and don’t come back. You are useless to me…

Never again would she set herself up for a fall. She decided to give up on learning to fly.

“Maybe it’s time I end it all, and give up. I’ll never be able to do the things a normal vampire can do.”

“You did pretty well at it last night, my princess.”

The deep voice behind her startled her into releasing a scream.

“You did miss me, didn’t you?”

Before she had time to move, the door slid closed with a snap, locking them inside.

“I want to leave,” she cried, feeling along the wall to no avail. Fear that he’d heard her admission rose in her belly until she began to tremble. If he found out…

“No. I have better plans for us tonight.”

Tasha knew that it was useless to argue with him, since every time she spoke, he bulldozed ahead and did what he wanted anyway. The terror grew as she waited for the anger and vengeance she expected.

“Damn you! You can’t keep me here.”

“I can, and I am. Now, let’s get you fed.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, and shook her head in defiance, but he laughed and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her back to the bed. Before he laid her down, he removed her clothing, and began to kiss her into submission. No matter how much she wanted to fight him, she soon melted into his arms, and accepted her fate.

I’ll leave tomorrow…

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ZOMBIES AWAIT!

CODE BLACK_HDZombies. We all know about them and we all fear them to some degree. The big debate is usually what is more fearsome, intelligent zombies or mindless horde zombies? For me it is a mixture of both, but I chose more of the hordes of zombies for Code Black. Why? Because of how they turn into zombies, how they are infected. I based this all on one of my real fears, losing myself to a disease. To get a bit personal, I have multiple sclerosis, a neurological disease and my greatest fear is someday not being me. That is the starting point for my zombies, though of course I combined it with something completely different. It’s scarier if anyone at any time can become infected and lose themselves don’t you think? Because seriously, who wants to continue to live if all sense of self is gone, if you are a mindless monster? To me losing that sense of self is what is really terrifying about zombies, though eating people doesn’t sound too pleasant either! lol

A disease that can destroy the entire fabric of society, how can one face down such odds?

Sara lives on Key Largo, a place she knows she should have left after the last hurricane, but she can’t quite walk away from it. When warning sirens go off, she fears for the safety of her home more than anything else. That is, until she realizes that something much more than severe weather is heading her way.

When her own government blows up the only escape to the mainland and her neighbors begin to attack one another, Sara learns she can only depend on herself. With the aid of her uncle and Cameron, a National Guard soldier helping her along the way, she is on the run for her life. Harsh realities she never thought she would have to face are now part of her life. Can she do what it takes to survive, or will she always be on the run and wondering what might have been?

Excerpt:

“What the hell do you mean ‘the bridge is closed’? Something odd is going on here. We’ve never had the National Guard here for an evacuation, and you are telling me that you just expect us to wait it out here on the island and not ask questions? I heard the warning sirens. We are supposed to be evacuating! Let us through!” Sara demanded, trying to push past the mass of muscle in a National Guard uniform blocking her way.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. We have orders that no one is to cross the bridge. No one is allowed to enter Miami,” the officer said, not budging an inch.

“I just told you that the evacuation sounded, e-v-a-c-u-a-t-i-o-n, and you’re telling me that we can’t leave? It’s probably a late hurricane, and you expect us all just to hope we make it through that here in the Keys? We need to get to the mainland!” Sara threw up her hands in frustration. The memory of the last hurricane which destroyed her family home remained clear in her mind. She should have moved after her family had lost almost everything, but something held her in Key Largo.

“It is not a hurricane warning, ma’am. Please go back to your home and you will be fine.”

Just then, the officer’s walkie-talkie went off. “Miami has been lost. Move everyone away from the bridge. We must prevent the spread and contamination. This is a Code Black. Repeat, this is a Code Black. All civilians must be moved a safe distance from the bridge. You have five minutes.”

Code Black – Sheri Velarde

Sheri Velarde

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Author Bio:

Sheri Velarde, lives in New Mexico with her fiancé and their two dogs.

Being an avid reader since an early age, she has wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. She has been writing all her life, but only recently started to actually try to pursue her dream of writing for a living. She specializes in all things paranormal and that go bump in the night. Her heart truly lies in exploring unknown worlds or adding the supernatural to our world. If it goes bump in the night or has magical connotations, Sheri writes about it.

She is constantly putting out new material with various publishers, so it is best to keep up with her on her website http://www.sherivelarde.weebly.com.

In her spare time Sheri is an artist, jewelry designer, independent comic writer/artist and freelance non-fiction writer. Hiking in the mountains, going to live concerts, art openings, museums, and hosting intimate dinner parties.

Summer Interupted by Sheri Velarde

SummerInterrupted

Last year my fiancé (soon to be husband come Halloween) and I decided that I should make the leap to writing full time. Well mostly full time, I also paint and have jewelry that I make sold in a couple of stores around town, but mostly I am concentrating on my writing career. It’s wonderful and scary at the same time. Now that I don’t have a day job to get to everyday, well I have to have the self-discipline to make my schedule all about writing, blogging, marketing and creating. Not as easy as it sounds. Working at home offers either one of two problems. One, there are too many distractions. The laundry should be done. I should run to the store. Oh look, the Vampire Diaries is on Netflix. The other problem that I sometimes have is that I think and feel that I should be working and writing 24/7. I can be really hard on myself if I take a day off. I am supposed to writing, so shouldn’t that mean writing all the time. That is why a schedule is so important. I try to writing and market about 6-8 hours a day now. I am learning to leave time to read, to exercise, to plan my wedding. I do work most days, but occasionally I will take a day off to watch tv or read and I try not to feel guilty about it. At night I stop working so that my fiancé, who works a lot as well, and I can spend time together. I am trying to make more time for friends and have a balance life. And of course I am still writing. I am thrilled with my newest release, Summer Interrupted is my take on pulp fiction of the past, something new and different for me and I could not be prouder. It embraces the fun with the serious, something that I am trying to incorporate into my own life!

sheriSheri Velarde, lives in New Mexico with her fiancé and their two dogs.

Being an avid reader since an early age, she has wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. She has been writing all her life, but only recently started to actually try to pursue her dream of writing for a living. She specializes in all things paranormal and that go bump in the night. Her heart truly lies in exploring unknown worlds or adding the supernatural to our world. If it goes bump in the night or has magical connotations, Sheri writes about it.

She is constantly putting out new material with various publishers, so it is best to keep up with her on her website http://www.sherivelarde.weebly.com.

In her spare time Sheri is an artist, jewelry designer, independent comic writer/artist and freelance non-fiction writer. Hiking in the mountains, going to live concerts, art openings, museums, and hosting intimate dinner parties.

Joy and Dot plan on having a summer to remember. A cabin on the beach, hot men from Harvard down the way, one last hurrah before true adulthood set in. Everything is perfect. They did not plan on their summer being interrupted by Joy’s sudden collapse in a strange room in their house, nor the mystery that surrounded it. As they look into their rental, horrifying details from the house’s past, mixed in with pirate lore of old, come to light. As more details emerge, they realize that more than their fun is at stake, that souls may hang in the balance. How can two sisters battle an evil that has haunted coastal Maine for hundreds of years?

 

Excerpt:

Taking a deep breath, just like the first time, she entered the room and realized immediately something was wrong. Joy closed her eyes and stepped in. At first, the room seemed perfectly normal. No blood, no ghosts, nothing scary, just a light on by the nightstand in the middle of the two twin beds. The room was actually quite cute. She could imagine her and Dot being in here when they were younger. Then she remembered the two sisters who had shared this room and what happened to them. That’s when the scene before her began to change.

The room dimmed and shifted subtly. A strong sulfur smell permeated the room. She didn’t know how, but Joy felt certain that she was seeing the past somehow, witnessing a memory. “But that’s not possible. This isn’t possible. I’m dreaming. This is just some sort of terrible dream,” Joy said to herself, determined to snap herself out of this nightmare. She pinched herself, slapped herself, and screamed hoping to wake up. Nothing worked. She tried a different approach. Maybe if she left the room in her dream, she would wake up. Turning to leave, she found herself face to face with two girls, sisters by the looks of them, the two who had been murdered here, she knew it.

Joy froze, staring at the girls who didn’t seemed to notice her at all. They were arguing with each other, but Joy found it difficult to make out the words. They sounded as if they were talking through a very static filled radio. The older of the girls grabbed something from the younger sister, and that’s when she saw him. No rational thoughts formed. Joy screamed, unheard by those in her vision, though she was sure he stared right at her. That was the last thing she remembered, piercing red eyes that chilled her soul.

 

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Today with Angela K. Rose…

Hi Everybody,Hogs & Heartache

It’s my pleasure to be here and I’m super excited to hang out with Franny on her blog. Pretty sweet, right?

Angela K RoeMy name is Angela K Roe and I write contemporary romance. My Walkers Ridge Romance series consists of This Montana Man, My Favorite Things, and Two Times the Love, and it takes place in a small town in Montana and has been compared to Debbie Macomber’s Cedar Cove series. (Seriously, the first time someone said that to me, I almost fainted) The series is a trilogy. Each is a complete story on it’s own with some of the same characters woven through all three books. So you get to catch up on your favorite townsfolk.

In addition to the Walkers Ridge Romance series, I’ve got a contemporary traditional erotica romance called Hogs & Heartaches, which takes place in Sturgis SD during the annual bike rally. It’s what I call a Spicy Romance.

I have a second contemporary traditional erotica coming out soon and I’d love to share some information with you. The amazing Serena Kitt has invited me to publish Storms of the Heart in her medical themed box set. She’s an amazing author and I’m so thrilled to be involved in this project with her. So stay tuned to my blog for more details. And if you hear that high pitched noise, it’s me squeeing with excitement over here.

In the meantime, enjoy this excerpt of This Montana Man, the first in the Walkers Ridge Romance series.

clouds were gathering in the north and casting a pall over the morning. Without taking his eyes off of Caroline and the way her hair was blowing in the strengthening breeze, he said, “Yep, looks like we could get a good storm out of this. Have you seen a snowstorm before?”

“I haven’t seen real snow in years!” Caroline laughed, “Do you really think we might get a snowstorm?”

“It’s a possibility this far north.”

She pushed her hair from her face and turned toward Jamie. “Do you want to come in and have a cup of coffee?”

With a short bark, he declined. “I’m coffeed out, but I will come in, I need to talk to you about something.” He followed her through the back porch and into the kitchen. The smell of baking bread filled the air and he inhaled deeply. Memories of being at his grandmother’s knee as she made bread and pies in this room filled his mind. He used to think about raising his children here as he had been raised, but that dream wasn’t going to come true. Ruthlessly pushing those thoughts aside, he focused on Caroline.

She stood, one hip against the counter, watching him. “This place really gets to you, doesn’t it?”

Jamie wandered into the dining room and noticed the laptop still open on the table. “May I?” He headed toward the computer without waiting for an answer.

Caroline hurried past him and shut the lid. “Sorry, that’s private.” She couldn’t quite meet his eyes. “So what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

“A writer who doesn’t want her writing to be read…isn’t that counterproductive for you?”

Knowing he would recognize himself in the opening lines of the first chapter, Caroline made a face at him. “Right now, it’s just in its rough stages. I don’t like anyone to read my work until I’ve polished it up a bit.”

He nodded, “I see.”

“So…”

“What did I come here for?”

“Not to be rude, but yes,” Caroline shrugged, sipping her coffee.

He watched the cup meet her lips and asked, “How much coffee do you drink?”

Caroline looked at him in surprise. “Not much, and it’s decaf, anyway, why do you ask?”

He shook his head, “Just seems like I’m surrounded by coffee today, I guess. I suppose I must have thought you were drinking coffee the entire time I was gone.”

“First of all, you were only gone a little while, but I have a tendency to let it get cold when I’m busy, so I pour it out and get a fresh cup. And like I said, it’s decaf…I’d be a nervous wreck if I drank the regular stuff.”

Something about her answer didn’t quite ring true. “Are you hiding from somebody?”

Caroline’s coffee mug slipped from her hands and crashed to the hardwood floor, splattering coffee and splintered glass across the room.

“I’d have to say that’s a yes,” he drawled.

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What do you do when a web killer stalks you?

Romance can kill. All a girl has to do is harmlessly chat on the web with a killer, and she becomes the target of his twisted mind. Being ‘not worthy’ can be a real pain as he decides you need ‘cleansing’.thewebcleanser-cover_453x680

When a feisty cop gets it in her head to set herself up as a potential victim, all hell breaks loose. She sure gives the guy a run for his money, stirring his anger until steam comes out of his ears. Our hero cop tries to protect her, but comes up against all odds.

Can she escape from captivity by herself, or does her partner have to save her? Love abounds when these two put their heads together, making the cult member lose more than his temper.

I’d love to know what you think of the cover and the tale. You can reach me below at any one of my links. Thanks.

Blurb

Ryland Sanders is a feisty, no-nonsense cop who protects her heart with her smart mouth. She has no friends, and every partner she’s ever had gave up on her long ago. When paired with a new cop, Ry pulls out all stops to get rid of him, but he’s not one to run.

Kane Nanuq is from the Northwest Territories on Baffin Island. He’s tracking a serial killer who murdered his wife and children. When he meets Ry, his carefully planned revenge is altered. She wants to become bait, but Kane wants to protect her. She cracks open his carefully guarded heart, even as she loses hers.

The duo work together to capture the killer, but neither of them realize they’ve lost their hearts to each other until it’s too late…

Excerpt

Normally, Ry wouldn’t give a care in the world about people talking behind her back, but for some reason the gossip cut her deeply. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she saw a bewildered, angry woman, who had no friends, no family, and no one to talk to. For the first time since her teens, tears pricked her eyes. Shocked, she watched in the mirror as they glistened for a moment. Anger finally took over as it usually did when she became vulnerable. Lifting her chin, and throwing her shoulders back, she swiped at the offending tears, finally able to achieve the control she’d been missing all morning.

Nobody—and she meant nobody—could hurt her! Not ever! She gave her reflection a quick nod, squared her shoulders even more, and opened the door with a bang, making her way back to her office at normal speed. This time though, she took a moment to give the cops in the main room her best ‘Go ahead, I dare ya’, expression. Not a soul would raise their eyes to meet hers. With a sniff of distain, she opened her office door and entered her haven…at least, it had been a haven until her current resident showed up.

Ignoring Kane, she sat back down, and noticed that her computer ran smoothly. About to snarl at him, she found that he’d set a hot cup of coffee down in front of her. Now how could you get mad at a guy, when he’d given you the only saving grace of the whole morning? Deciding it best to keep her mouth shut, she opened up a few files, doing her best to ignore the aromatic brew. It took all of a minute before she gave in, and grabbed the cup. When it sloshed on her pants, she squeezed her eyes shut, and waited for the pain to go away.

Kane took the cup out of her hand, and used his clean hanky to dab at the large stain on her thigh.

Releasing a loud ‘whoop’, she nearly came out of her chair at his touch, but for his hand on her shoulder holding her down.

“Sit still,” he said in a low murmur, continuing his ministrations.

In a million years, she wouldn’t ever admit to him or anyone else, let alone herself, that his touch made her belly flutter with a swarm of butterflies. Keeping her eyes on her computer screen, she did her best to appear unaffected.

For a few seconds, he tapped the keys on her keyboard. “There,” he said quietly, then returned to his desk.

Angry that she’d found an interest in him, she snapped, “I’m not going to thank you…for anything.”

He smirked, saying clearly, “I don’t expect you to.”

 

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Author of Romantic Suspense and Paranormal Romance, I love a good tale. A full time author, I have plenty of time to work on my projects. I write, promote, and daydream about my stories all day long, fitting in my chores and family in my ‘spare’ time. Writing has been a healing experience for me. Having Bipolar II disorder, I go through hoops to remain focused, but I love to write and it takes me away from dealing with illness. I’ve come a long way into good health because of my stories. After all, my characters can do anything! There’s no reason I can’t.

Franny Armstrong

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