reading all three stories,
Loved Shannon Stacey's story!!! Had me after reading a few pages!!! The humor was perfect!!
All these stories are great.
Hands On By Jaci Burton
Lara McKenzie can't believe anyone would want to interview her about placing first in the annual selfpleasure fundraiser.
An educator, she also writes books helping women to achieve more fulfilling sex lives, Now if only she could fulfill her own! Mark Whitman, freelance reporter, has just scored an easy assignmentwrite an article for Total Man Magazine about Lara McKenzie, sex educator and obvious expert on selfpleasure.
He expects to find a bookish geek, not a redhot redhead! When his onetime assignment turns into a request for a fulltime job writing with Lara, Mark has to lie to Lara to convince her to coauthor the articles.
Soon they're steaming up the sheets in the bedroom and on the pages of the magazine and Mark is in way over his head.
The truth may set you free, but Mark's afraid when Lara finds out the truth, he'll lose not only the job of his dreams, but the woman he loves.
Twice Upon A Roadtrip By Shannon Stacey
When the going gets tough, Jill Delaney gets going.
. . in the other direction. This time the other direction has Jill hitching a ride with the senior center's Spring Fling tour to Orlando.
Screwed out of a promotion, she's ready for some fun in the sun before it is time to balance her checkbook again.
Ethan Cooper just wants to get his mother settled into her new job so he can pick up the pieces of his own life.
But first Mom's got a little vacation planned, Now Ethan has to survive a trip with a busload of retirees and one sexy but infuriating blonde, then he's home free.
But when they find themselves stranded and alone, Jill and Ethan are faced with making their own way south.
Fighting scorching sexual desire and each other along the way, they give in and indulge in a little vacation sexwhich doesn't
mean they have to fall in love.
After all, Jill's not ready to be domesticated, and Ethan's convinced she's not his type, They never saw the handcuffs coming, . .
Coffee, Tea or Lea By Ann Wesley Hardin
When independent and funloving flight attendant Lea Harding meets Coop Masterson, tightass air marshal and superhero savior, her first instinct is to run like the wind.
But Coop has a relaxed, sensual side that captivates her, and soon what she wants is his tight ass in her bed.
Never quite able to live up to his own expectations, Coop is enraptured with Lea, inside and out, He falls in love with her past and craves a shared future, but she won't accept help from anyone.
Let alone him. A scorching weekend of surfnsex arouses Lea's long dormant emotions and has her questioning what true freedom means, The intensity of Coop's lovemaking and the weight of his desires speak to a vulnerable spot in her soul she'd rather deny.
So she sets a timeline for a ""hot sex only"" relationship, Coop has failed himself over and over and senses in Lea his longawaited mate, Winning her reluctant heart and making her body throb for him becomes a race against the clock in the most urgently passionate fight of his life.
What could be better than laughter and sex Writing about them every day comes pretty close, If those are two of your favorite topics also, welcome to my world!
I was informed by my webmaster that this is the page on the website where Im supposed to explain how I got the way I am.
Truthfully, I dont really know, My childhood was no more dysfunctional than average, I cant really think of one factor that singled me out as a writer,
My family, of course, has a different perspective, They might quietly inform you that I was a strange and disturbing child who spent a lot of time alone in my room, talking to myself.
Wrong! I was conversing with the voices emanating from my bedroom walls,
A product of suburban Long Island, I summered in a small town in the High Plains where the days were long and lazy with plenty of time to create.
So what if most of those creations were fashioned out of discarded coffin boxes I might not have played in them if any of the adults had bothered to tell me.
The daughter of an airline pilot, I traveled a lot and became addicted to the aroma of jet fuel
Is it quiet in here or is it just me
You may disagree, but I really dont think it was the mysterious voices, the coffin boxes, or the hydrocarbon poisoning that made a romance writer of me.
I think it was the innate dreaminess, the lifelong yearning for adventure and the hunger everyone has for ferreting out the one person in the world who makes your heart poundthe person you cant stop talking with long enough to sleep, the person who laughs at your jokes then returns the favor.
Falling in love is the riskiest journey of all, I hope youll relish my characters escapades, They might be completely neurotic, comically obsessive, or wonderfully weird black sheep, but like us all, they just want to be loved.
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