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The New Emancipation

by Alisa Anderson

Every time you follow behind

You’re just taking your place in line

Never stop to question the agenda

Doing what somebody told you again the

 

Only way of finding the truth is to ask

But instead you’re hearing lies that are masked

Behind the phony smiles and the miseducation

Don’t you think it’s time you had a revelation?

 

Accepting what you hear

But raising no objection

Afraid to raise your voice

And walk a new direction

 

These chains ain’t gone, cuz I can feel them getting tighter

They tried to trick you, making them a little lighter

Forget the mule and forget the 40 acres

Nobody gives a damn, especially the law makers

 

Stop whining bout the past, and worry about the future

You’re wasting too much time and yeah, I know the truth hurts

Forget the way it was; it’s time to start a new trend

It’s time to show an iron will that will never bend

 

We need to let them know

We won’t go gently in the night

It’s time for us to show

The power of our might

 

Emancipation is only the beginning

Keep moving forward if you’re thinking about winning

We need to make it clear, we know the game they’re spinning

And if it’s wrong then we just need to keep on sinning

 

How long will they kill our prophets, as Brother Marley said

How long will we be passive, and let ourselves get misled

How long will you continue eating Propaganda fed?

Cuz they’ll continue to feed it until we wind up dead

 

If we rewrite the story

Then a new journey will unfold

We can reclaim our glory

Fulfill the legend foretold

 

Emancipate yourselves…

You have to find your truth

When will you finally see…

Wo one can free us but we

 

I hate the way you follow, and never try to lead

I hate the way you ignore every fucking misdeed

I hate the way you excuse the evidence of greed

I hate the tangled web they weave on you to deceive

 

I hate the way you never demand and take a stand

I hate the way you stay quiet and never take command

I hate the way they preach about equality

But then comes the white sheets and other “frivolities.”

 

And yet you seem to think

There is no misconception

While we teeter on the brink

Of global disinfection

 

The end is coming much sooner than anticipated

Meanwhile intolerance is being proliferated

Too late to turn and then pretend that you didn’t see

Too late to run cuz there’s no where else you can be

 

Too late for justice, people take it by other means

Too late to realize the world was never as it seemed

Too late you smell the stench of death and deterioration

Too late perhaps, to stop the threat of annihilation

 

Just know that you’ve been warned

Of what will happen here

And your soul will not be mourned

If you follow behind in fear.

 

Every time you follow behind

You’re just taking your place in line

Never stop to question the agenda

Doing what somebody told you again the

 

Only way of finding the truth is to ask

But instead you’re hearing lies that are masked

Behind the phony smiles and the miseducation

Don’t you think it’s time you had a revelation?

 

NikkiPart1psjpegBlurb: When Jess packed up her belongings and fled her small hometown in Kansas, she never looked back. Free from her family’s dark past she was finally able to pursue her lifelong dream as a professional dancer. She never expected to find herself at his door…or at his club.

Nikolas was unlike any other man she had ever met. Sexy…Alluring…Predatory. Dangerous. The kind of man with more secrets than even she had. Every instinct warned Jess against knowing him further, but she always did like playing with fire…

Nikolas Roman took one look at Jess and knew she was trouble from the very start. But something about the defiant twist of her mouth and the wide, haunted eyes of a damaged soul touched him in places he had long ago thought dead. He knew he needed to stay far away from her for his own sanity, but like a moth to a flame he was helpless to resist…

Working at Takers gentleman’s club was the last place Jess thought she would find herself, but she quickly learned how the game was played. See what you want, take what you can get…but at what cost.

Excerpt:

This man was seriously bad news. One she knew she needed to stay away from.  She was fully aware of his reputation from Allison. Not only with the ladies, but of being a notorious Mafioso. She also knew he was very much married, an arranged marriage at that, but supposedly there was some story there and she was never discussed. Ever.

Nick swung his leg over a chair and sat down. “Okay, let’s see what you got. Get on the stage and I’ll clue Mikey when you’re ready. Oh and Manhattan…how do you feel about going topless?”

Jess hesitated for a moment before she climbed on the stage.

This was the end of the line for her. She was desperate now. If she didn’t make this work, it was back to Kansas for her. Back to her old life, back to her family…back to her father…back to his world.

Becoming the failure he always said she would be. Not this time.

He would never get the opportunity to touch her again.

She shivered. She was never going back to them. Or him. She was done with that portion of her life. Not even if said life, depended on it.

Which, in a way, it kind of did. For her piece own piece of mind, for her sanity, to escape the dark recesses of her mind and find some semblance of happiness, she needed this.  Just once, it would be nice to get a decent night’s sleep.

No nightmares. No terror filled panic attacks, wondering if tonight was the night her father emptied his gun in her head. No dreaded anticipation of what was to come.

Foul, alcohol-laced breath…sweaty hands…suffocating her…moving all over her body, touching her…violating her…going places no father should ever be…

“Kid?” Nick’s voice jolted her out of her thoughts and she looked up sharply and met his gaze. It was too soon to mask the naked fear and haunted, gnawing ache in her eyes. She knew he could see it all.

What surprised her was his curiously knowing silence. As if he knew exactly what she was thinking and feeling, and could relate. He was giving her an out.

One that she was not going to take. Jess shook herself.

“I guess I’m ok with it. But will you, I mean will they be able to touch my boobs?” If he caught the slip, he didn’t let on. “And why did you ask me where I was from, if you already knew?” She was annoyed at both him and herself for the slip and for the way he made her feel.

There was an awkward pause before Nick finally spoke. “I ask because I can. It’s my club. You got a problem, there’s the door.” Nick arched his brow at her.

She nodded and glanced away. Ass.

He continued. “Now then. No touching by others period.  However, there are no rules for me. You’ll never have to do anything you aren’t good with. I promise.”

Why the fuck did he promise that?  Jess wasn’t about to ask.

“Mikey, Hot Child in City. When you’re ready, kid.”  He leaned forwarded and put a cigar in his mouth.

As the music started playing, Jess wasn’t really sure what to do at first.  How the hell am I going to do this?  She closed her eyes and started swaying to the music.  When she opened them she looked directly at him and something took over her. She found herself dancing for him, seducing him with each hip grind and twirl around the pole.

She noticed the more she danced the harder he breathed. He was actually getting a rather large hard on and didn’t seem to care if she knew.  He was feeding her, and she got lost in his eyes and forgetting they were in a club. His club.

He was intrigued with her from the moment he saw her. Her blond hair was shining in the lights. He could see through the white tank top she wore as it stretched over her exquisite breasts. Her stomach was flat, even her belly button looked inviting to him.  Her long legs were gorgeous, and those tight black shorts she wore outlined every curve of her shapely ass.

He swallowed hard. How was it she could be so fucking hot yet be so angelic and innocent? What was she, all of nineteen? And what was it about this girl he felt he needed to protect? What was he hiding behind those eyes that hid a lifetime of pain, and were much wiser than her years? He didn’t know much about her but planned on finding out. That was for fucking sure.

He heard the music stop.

Just like that, the spell was broken.

“Not half bad. The club is open from seven till three.  The slot is two nights a week. I don’t pay my girls but you’ll be well taken care of.  Tips are yours, except for the ten percent I take off the top for allowing you to dance on my stage.”

“Your stage name is Manhattan.  Remember it.”

He got up from the chair and started walking toward the back.  He turned and looked at her standing on the stage.

“See you at six, Manhattan.

That is, if you’ll be back.”

Authors’ Bio:

Alisa Anderson

well…alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don’t judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you’re alright, buddy. you’re ok in my book. now c’mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.

​she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that’s it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?

​but alas…apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey’s genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well…yeah, i wouldn’t have suggested it…(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. 🙂

Cameron Skye

When Cameron is not in the lab working toward a Ph.D., in Neuropsychopharmacology, which in laymen’s terms is basically finding the effects drugs have on mood and behavior, she is writing stories, crating vivid, intense characters you will never forget.

She believes while life can take you down every path but the right one, eventually everyone will find their happily ever after.

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Amazon | Barnes and Nobles | iTunes

Does your mother know what you’re reading?

Alisa’s Website:www.houseofalisa.com

Cameron’s Website: http://cameronskyebooks.wix.com/cameronskye

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Part Three coming September 2014

 

 

VBT: Last of the red hot cowboys by tina leonard @Tina_Leonard @GoddessFish

Tina will be awarding a $25 Amazon GC to three randomly drawn commenters during the tour. Makhttp://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2014/02/virtual-super-book-blast-last-of-red.html

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A sexy cowgirl gives a rugged Texas loner the ride of his life in USA Today bestselling author Tina Leonard’s seductive new series.

Ava Buchanan dreams of a career on the rodeo circuit. Winning a spot on a one-of-a-kind team would be her ticket to the life she’s always wanted. Ava won’t let anyone stand in her way—not even a stubborn cowboy whose slow-molasses smile and red-hot swagger set her senses aflame . . . and whose talents as a trainer could make her a star. Rodeo might be a man’s game, but Ava knows the right woman’s touch can tame the wildest heart.

Trace Carter believes his mayor’s plan to raise the town’s profile has disaster written all over it, and he won’t allow the Hell’s Outlaws Training Center to be dragged into the fiasco. Yet watching Ava’s delectable body on horseback proves too much of a temptation, and his fantasies stray to her riding skills outside the arena. Soon Trace is fighting like hell to rein in his unbridled desire for the petite brunette before it becomes a passion hotter than the Texas sun.

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EXCERPT:

“It doesn’t matter,” Trace said, glancing over at Ava. “Don’t let the Horsemen guilt you. They’re working an angle, and it’s always a crooked one.”

“That makes no sense.” Ava gave him a look of disgust, which he intercepted with good humor. He was just happy to have her in his truck. Frankly, she’d come with him more easily than he’d thought she would. Especially after he’d overheard Fallon ask her out.

That alone had caused Trace to shift his gears. He hadn’t really planned on dragging Ava off. The plan had been to talk rationally to her, help her put her horse in the barn. Hell, he hadn’t had a plan.

Until he’d heard Fallon make his boneheaded offer—and split-second, Trace had known that just couldn’t stand.

“It makes sense to me. You don’t want to hang out with them, Ava. Trust me.”

“I don’t know if I trust you at all. You seem shadier than they do.”

He shook his head. “Just some friendly advice. You don’t know the pitfalls of Hell. Friends help each other out.”

“Do they?”

He felt her glare and grinned. Such a sweet, sexy body, so much sass. “Last I checked, yes.”

“You need to sell your idea to Judy. Not me.”

“You let me handle Judy.”

“Fine.” She waved her hand dismissively.

“You don’t really like me much, do you?”

Ava looked at him, her dark-green eyes gazing at him curiously. “You’re arrogant and short-tempered. You didn’t want to give us a shot in the first place, and this is the second time you’ve put me in your truck to twist my arm. Did I miss what I’m supposed to like?”

“Now that you put it like that, I realize I haven’t given you much to be impressed with at all. Let me fix this snag.”

“Go right ahead.”

He turned his truck toward his barns to put her horse away. “If I train you, you’ll be a helluva rider.”

“I’m a helluva rider now.”

“Yeah, but when I get done with you, you’ll be a badass helluva rider.”

“Why? Why are you suddenly so motivated?”

He laughed, parked the truck. “Maybe I hate to see a nice girl getting taken advantage of by the Horsemen.”

“I’m not being taken advantage of.”

“I meant Judy.” He grinned, enjoying himself.

“It doesn’t matter. You’re not that kind of guy.”

“Unselfish? Sure I am.” He went around to open her door.

She slid out of the truck. “Considerate. You’re not considerate enough to try to help us out. Your ego may be involved because you’re competitive. But not considerate or unselfish.”

He grabbed her hand, turned her to face him. She’d been sassing him with those pink lips for a few days now, and a man could only take so much.

He kissed her, long and slow and sweet, taking his time since she didn’t protest. She felt better than he remembered, even in his wildest fantasies, which he’d had plenty of concerning her. He was dying to move his hands to her waist, circle it, palm her sexy fanny. Told himself it was too fast, and too fast never got a man anywhere.

Her lips moved under his, returning his kiss, surprising him. Had she just moved a fraction closer? She seemed to melt against him, surrendering, and Trace’s world spun at all the magical wonder suddenly opening to him.

Somewhere a truck door slammed. Ava gasped, moved away from him. Stared at him, blinking, then silently went to unload her horse.

He followed, helping her unlock the trailer. She unloaded Mack, walking him to the barn.

“Go away,” she told Trace.

That was it? He’d given her a kiss to melt the hardest heart, and she was telling him to drop dead? “Hey,” he said, “don’t freak out.”

“Do I look freaked out?” She walked her horse inside the barn, checked that Mack had fresh, cool water and plenty of fresh hay. “This is the face of annoyed.”

That wasn’t a woman’s typical response to his kissing. “I’m sorry. I jumped the gun.”

“You jumped more than the gun, buster.” She put her horse into a stall, checked the hay, filled the water, brushed past him.

He followed her as she sashayed toward her own beat-up blue truck she’d driven from Virginia. “Ava.”

“What?” She moved a mountain of paper and horse stuff from the front seat to the back.

“Can you forget that happened?”

“Easily.” She got in her truck, switched the engine on, rolled down the window. “I already have.”

He jumped back as she peeled away, shredding his gravel drive. Trace grinned.

She might try to forget, but that kiss was going to last him a while.

It had to. He wasn’t touching the lady again—she was going to have to make the next move.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

AuthorPicUSA Today Bestselling and award-winning author Tina Leonard has sold over 2.6 million copies of her titles. She has made the USA Today Bestseller, Waldenbooks, Bookscan, and Ingrambook lists, and has written and contracted seventy-one books and special projects. Her work has been published by Harlequin, Samhain Publishing, Robinson Scarlet, and most recently Random House Loveswept contracted for a single title trilogy project, Hell’s Outlaws. Leonard was chosen to be among the first authors published for Robinson’s Scarlet line, writing four single title novels for that imprint. Not long after, she sold on proposal to Harlequin American, where she has since written several popular series, most notably the Cowboys By The Dozen, Morgan Men, and Callahan Cowboys series. Her newest single title project, HOTTER THAN TEXAS, was published in March 2013. Leonard is known for her fun sense of humor, endearing communities, snappy dialogue, and memorable characters.

Join Tina at http://www.tinaleonard.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/tinaleonardbooks

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/Tina_Leonard

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http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/last-of-the-red-hot-cowboys-tina-leonard/1117903478?ean=9780345549303

 

the sinfully sexy, niftily naughty guidelines for the perfect fantasy summer vacation #MFRWave

so like many of us, you are going absolutely NO WHERE this summer. and why? cuz your broke ass can’t afford to so much as pay attention, that’s why. like the rest of us, you will be at home, on the grind, hustlin,’ tryin’ to get that paper, am i right? (i always amuse myself when i talk slang) *grins*

in the grand scheme of creating the bestest, most sweetest summer vacay fantasy EVER, (from home) i have started what will become THE definitive fool proof list of the things you need to satisfy your every desire, every wish, every craving, every need. oh yeah. i got ya covered. and it’s fantasy. so i get to have whatever i want.

ready? here goes:

1. every susan johnson book you can get your hands on. seriously.

2. throw some ms. maya banks in for some bdsm kink. trust me . it’s worth it. my favorite is sweet temptation. it’s just…..whooo. everything. you will get your life.

3. strawberries. never ending strawberries.

4. android men who look like the following: idris elba, the rock, brad pitt, william levy, ian somerhalder and rick yune. variety is the spice of life.

5. chocolate. lots of chocolate…..for eating…..and for eating.

*clears throat*

what else do we need here, folks???

keep the list going in the comments section with your 5 items to add, and while you ponder, read my free excerpt below from fallen angel!

 

NikkiPart1psjpegBlurb:  When Jess packed up her belongings and fled her small hometown in Kansas, she never looked back. Free from her family’s dark past she was finally able to pursue her lifelong dream as a professional dancer. She never expected to find herself at his door…or at his club.

Nikolas was unlike any other man she had ever met. Sexy…Alluring…Predatory. Dangerous. The kind of man with more secrets than even she had. Every instinct warned Jess against knowing him further, but she always did like playing with fire…

Nikolas Roman took one look at Jess and knew she was trouble from the very start. But something about the defiant twist of her mouth and the wide, haunted eyes of a damaged soul touched him in places he had long ago thought dead. He knew he needed to stay far away from her for his own sanity, but like a moth to a flame he was helpless to resist…

Working at Takers gentleman’s club was the last place Jess thought she would find herself, but she quickly learned how the game was played. See what you want, take what you can get…but at what cost?

Excerpt:

This man was seriously bad news. One she knew she needed to stay away from.  She was fully aware of his reputation from Allison. Not only with the ladies, but of being a notorious Mafioso. She also knew he was very much married, an arranged marriage at that, but supposedly there was some story there and she was never discussed. Ever.

Nick swung his leg over a chair and sat down. “Okay, let’s see what you got. Get on the stage and I’ll clue Mikey when you’re ready. Oh and Manhattan…how do you feel about going topless?”

Jess hesitated for a moment before she climbed on the stage.

This was the end of the line for her. She was desperate now. If she didn’t make this work, it was back to Kansas for her. Back to her old life, back to her family…back to her father…back to his world.

Becoming the failure he always said she would be. Not this time.

He would never get the opportunity to touch her again.

She shivered. She was never going back to them. Or him. She was done with that portion of her life. Not even if said life, depended on it.

Which, in a way, it kind of did. For her piece own piece of mind, for her sanity, to escape the dark recesses of her mind and find some semblance of happiness, she needed this.  Just once, it would be nice to get a decent night’s sleep.

No nightmares. No terror filled panic attacks, wondering if tonight was the night her father emptied his gun in her head. No dreaded anticipation of what was to come.

Foul, alcohol-laced breath…sweaty hands…suffocating her…moving all over her body, touching her…violating her…going places no father should ever be…

“Kid?” Nick’s voice jolted her out of her thoughts and she looked up sharply and met his gaze. It was too soon to mask the naked fear and haunted, gnawing ache in her eyes. She knew he could see it all.

What surprised her was his curiously knowing silence. As if he knew exactly what she was thinking and feeling, and could relate. He was giving her an out.

One that she was not going to take. Jess shook herself.

“I guess I’m ok with it. But will you, I mean will they be able to touch my boobs?” If he caught the slip, he didn’t let on. “And why did you ask me where I was from, if you already knew?” She was annoyed at both him and herself for the slip and for the way he made her feel.

There was an awkward pause before Nick finally spoke. “I ask because I can. It’s my club. You got a problem, there’s the door.” Nick arched his brow at her.

She nodded and glanced away. Ass.

He continued. “Now then. No touching by others period.  However, there are no rules for me. You’ll never have to do anything you aren’t good with. I promise.”

Why the fuck did he promise that?  Jess wasn’t about to ask.

“Mikey, Hot Child in City. When you’re ready, kid.”  He leaned forwarded and put a cigar in his mouth.

As the music started playing, Jess wasn’t really sure what to do at first.  How the hell am I going to do this?  She closed her eyes and started swaying to the music.  When she opened them she looked directly at him and something took over her. She found herself dancing for him, seducing him with each hip grind and twirl around the pole.

She noticed the more she danced the harder he breathed. He was actually getting a rather large hard on and didn’t seem to care if she knew.  He was feeding her, and she got lost in his eyes and forgetting they were in a club. His club.

He was intrigued with her from the moment he saw her. Her blond hair was shining in the lights. He could see through the white tank top she wore as it stretched over her exquisite breasts. Her stomach was flat, even her belly button looked inviting to him.  Her long legs were gorgeous, and those tight black shorts she wore outlined every curve of her shapely ass.

He swallowed hard. How was it she could be so fucking hot yet be so angelic and innocent? What was she, all of nineteen? And what was it about this girl he felt he needed to protect? What was he hiding behind those eyes that hid a lifetime of pain, and were much wiser than her years? He didn’t know much about her but planned on finding out. That was for fucking sure.

He heard the music stop.

Just like that, the spell was broken.

“Not half bad. The club is open from seven till three.  The slot is two nights a week. I don’t pay my girls but you’ll be well taken care of.  Tips are yours, except for the ten percent I take off the top for allowing you to dance on my stage.”

“Your stage name is Manhattan.  Remember it.”

He got up from the chair and started walking toward the back.  He turned and looked at her standing on the stage.

“See you at six, Manhattan.

That is, if you’ll be back.”

Authors’ Bio:

Alisa Anderson
well…alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don’t judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you’re alright, buddy. you’re ok in my book. now c’mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.

she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that’s it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?

but alas…apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey’s genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well…yeah, i wouldn’t have suggested it…(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. 🙂

Cameron Skye

When Cameron is not in the lab working toward a Ph.D., in Neuropsychopharmacology, which in laymen’s terms is basically finding the effects drugs have on mood and behavior, she is writing stories, crating vivid, intense characters you will never forget.

She believes while life can take you down every path but the right one, eventually everyone will find their happily ever after.

Alisa’s Website: http://www.houseofalisa.com

Cameron’s Website: http://cameronskyebooks.wix.com/cameronskye

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AlisaAndersonBooks

Twitter: https://twitter.com/bitchesbewritin

Blog: https://alisaanderson.wordpress.com/

Buy Links:
Amazon | Barnes and Nobles | iTunes

Part Two coming June 2014 and Three coming soon…

 

VBT: Scorin’ on the Fourth of July by Cassandra Carr @Cassandra_Carr @SizzlingPR

Scorin on the FourthBlurb: After Mikael signs a free agent contract with the Buffalo Storm professional hockey team, he finds himself agreeing to a part of a charity hockey tournament taking place over the Fourth of July weekend. While there, he meets Terri, the goaltender who recently backstopped the US women’s hockey team to a gold medal. He’s instantly enamored, both by her skill and her beauty, and sets out to learn more about her.
While Mikael has a brand-new life in Buffalo, Terri fears that to be able to continue playing her beloved hockey she’ll have to leave the area, possibly going far away if that’s what it takes to find a professional team willing to take a chance on a female goaltender. She likes Mikael, but fears becoming involved and then having to leave him.
Both Mikael and Terri are facing turning points in their career and must decide if love is worth it or if they’ll leave their passion on the ice.
Break out the fireworks and get ready to kick off your summer with this HOT new collection of stories. Scorin’ on the Fourth of July is part of the Red Hot and BOOM multi-author series (each story stands alone for reading enjoyment).
NOTE: This story is also part of the Buffalo Storm series.

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Author bio

Cassandra Carr is a multi-award winning erotic romance writer with Ellora’s Cave, Sybarite Seductions/Twenty or Less Press, Decadent Publishing, Siren Publishing, and Loose Id. She lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out online. Cassandra is the co-founder of two successful group blogs, Romancing the Jock and Dirty Birdies, and participates in several others as a contributor. Currently Cassandra also serves as president of Western New York Romance Writers.

For more information about Cassandra, check out her website, “like” her Facebook fan page or follow her on Twitter.

Links:

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Writing Sex Scenes VS. Romantic Scenes by Stacy Eaton @StacySEaton

stacy_2_pack_2The first book I wrote was My Blood Runs Blue. In that story, one of the main characters relives a memory of a love scene from years past that takes place on the hood of mustang. When I released that, my friends and co-workers went nuts and asked me where I had gotten the idea. I told them it was my own memory and that shut them up.

Here’s a little excerpt of that section:

When our lips met, it was like the galaxy above swallowed us in an explosion of the sun. The moment our lips met, I no longer knew where I stopped and she began. We seemed to have melted together. To have become one in that first kiss.

Her hands came up to my chest and pressed against me, gripping my shirt. As my other arm came around her body, her hands slid over my chest to my back and we pulled each other close. We pulled each other closer then I could have ever thought possible. Our kiss was so deep it was like we could have existed with one heart beating.

I felt her straining hard against me. She could feel my hardness pushing against her lower stomach and she slowly started to move gently against it. I moaned deep in my throat and clung to her harder, pushing myself as hard as I could against her while standing up.” My Blood Runs Blue (Julian’s POV)

second-shield-AmznSince then I have written and published 7 books with an 8th one coming out at the end of the month. Some of them have had some steamy scenes (Second Shield in particular) and some have had love scenes without all the details. I’m far from an erotica author, but I’ve had many people state that I either made them blush or got them hot under the collar.

While I love to read hot steamy novels, there are times I get tired of the hearing how one person got laid after the next. What I ALWAYS enjoy, is the romantic build up that gets you from the initial meeting where the chemistry starts to spark till that moment when they finally lose themselves to the passion. That to me is when it satisfies me the most.

comp7In my two newest books, that is what I have done. Both Distorted Loyalty (released June 13th) and Six Days of Memories (Releasing June 30th) are romantic suspense. The chemistry between the characters builds throughout the stories. My editor comment on Six Days of Memories after she did her first read through saying,

“I could die over their romance. And some of those lines at the end….zingers to the heart! Love, Love, Loved it! Shows how you can do SO much with a lot of heat and tension and romance and it’s far more memorable than just an average old sex scene!”

Personally, I tend to agree. To me sex scenes are just that. You get hot, you get wet, you get it on and then you move on. But passion and romance scenes stay in your mind, they keep you warm when you put the book down and you use your own imagination to complete the scenes. If you use that right, you could be making some good personal memories for both you and your significant other! I know my husband benefits from not only my reading, but my writing too!

Maybe that has something to do with the fact that my mother and aunts read my book and I don’t want them to think I’m as big a pervert as I am, but hey, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I know that explicit sex scenes have their place. In fact, I’m working on a new story right now One Every Thirty-Six that will be labeled as being very explicit. I’m going to have to ask my mom to skip that one though, I’m not sure I could face her afterwards!

Thank you so much for allowing me to visit today! I’d love to hear from your readers about their thoughts on this subject!

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