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Sunday, April 30, 2017

Build-a-Book Workshop, New Releases, RT and More!

Hey darlings, I'm on the run today. I've got a couple of deadlines to hit and a lot of packing to do. I'm seriously excited about a lot of things, so I thought I'd share them all in one place!

Workshop

I've been asked many times about offering a my pre-writing workshop online once more and after an enthusiastic response when I posted on Facebook yesterday, I've decided to kick it off this June. If you want to check it out, head over to my website!

New Release

I'm celebrating the release of Ghost Wolf this week!

Read the first two chapters right now!
RT17

I'm heading to RT17 in Atlanta on Tuesday and I'd love to see you! You can check out my schedule right here.

Sale

Like small town romance with a bite? Now's the perfect time to sink your teeth into Rise of the Alpha, featuring books 1-3 of the Wolves of Willow Bend. It's on sale for $0.99.

Whew. Sorry, that was a lot! May kicks off tomorrow, do you have any great summer plans?





Saturday, April 29, 2017

What makes a writer?

What makes a writer?  Sweet N Sexy Blog Post April 2017

The career-ending blow fell unexpectedly on a dull afternoon in the middle of my junior year. Our English teacher, a lively and engaging young woman, who had led us through the usual cheery, upbeat American Lit fare of Hawthorne, Melville, Poe, and Crane, was commenting on what makes a writer. My classmates may have tuned out at that moment, but I was riveted, waiting to hear the secret told. She said—“a miserable childhood.”

I'm sure I gasped. I was doomed as a writer before I’d begun. My notebooks full of potential titles and intriguing plots could go straight to the landfill. My summer plans to take a typing class and write a salable story for American Girl magazine (one of the top-paying short story markets) fizzled instantly. By no stretch of anyone’s imagination had I had “a miserable childhood.” Where would I get the material to write fiction? Where would I get the angst? I signed up for summer classes in Trigonometry and Water Safety.

It was sixteen years before I started writing again under the influence of Jane Austen, a writer who wrote works of genius without experiencing childhood misery and who showed me the way.

Austen’s childhood, like mine, resembles the ideal childhood recently described by Rachel Meyer in The Washington Post. The five keys to Meyer’s happy childhood, and Jane Austen’s and mine are: 1) Read. The Austen’s were a family that read constantly, often aloud. My parents’ house was filled with books and recorded books that we listened to for hours. One memorable experience was my Dad reading us the whole of Men to Match My Mountains. 2) Create family time. With our parents, the six of us, plus dog, filled a series of station wagons, and picnicked, hiked, or went to lakes and beaches. We built forts, played street baseball, and ate big family meals together, while the Austen’s put on plays. 3) Make music. Jane Austen played piano every day of her life that an instrument was available to her, while we sang on car trips, or joined choirs and took up instruments. 4) Get out in nature. Jane Austen was a walker. We spent summers in a cabin in the woods, walking down to the lake daily, meeting deer and the occasional bear on the way. 5) Thank God. Like the Austen’s, we were churchgoers and grace-sayers. Austen wrote three prayers of gratitude, which I read each week, including the line—“Give us a thankful sense of the blessings in which we live.”

Fifteen novels later as I reread Austen’s Emma, inspired again by her genius, I’m glad she showed me that a happy childhood did not doom me to a lifetime in some other work. And with great confidence I watch my children give their story-loving, story-telling little ones happy childhoods, knowing that books, music, family time, nature, and gratitude won’t cut off the greatest career opportunity ever—being a writer.


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Friday, April 28, 2017

Susana and the Scot named 2017 RITA® award finalist

Romance Writers of America® is pleased to announce that the novel Susana and the Scot (St. Martin’s Press) by author Sabrina York has been named as a finalist in the Long Historical category of the 2017 RITA® awards. The RITA, the highest award of distinction in the romance publishing industry, recognizes excellence in published romance novels and novellas. The author is a a member of the Greater Seattle Romance Writers of America and the Pacific Northwest Writers Association.



Winners of the awards will be announced Thursday, July 27, 2017, at an Awards Ceremony to be held at the 37th Annual RWA Conference in Orlando, Florida.



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Learn more about Sabrina York's books at SabrinaYork.com


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Thursday, April 27, 2017

How much would you pay to become an English noblewoman?

Lady Churchill, Her sons Jack (l) and Winston (rt.)
Jenny Jerome Churchill
1854-1921


     The courtship was whirlwind. Days, they knew each other before he proposed. Weeks only before they were married. Yes, Jenny Jerome and Lord Randolph Churchill met at a yachting party on Cowes and within days the man had proposed to the American girl whose papa, Leonard, was very, very rich.

     Prior to the passage of the British Married Women's Property Act of 1882, women had no rights to their husband's property. Therefore, the Duke of Marlborough assumed that whatever dowry Jenny had would be given to her future husband. Leonard Jerome demanded any money he offer be controlled by his daughter.

     Once he proposed, Randolph was met with a skeptical father. And his sire wanted a solid financial arrangement to complement the marriage. They haggled for months over the money.

After much debate, Jenny father agreed to 50,000 pounds (approximately 3 million pounds in present day value) producing 2,000 pounds income each user with half of both capital and income going to the husband and half to the wife. This equalled approximately 150,000 pounds per year for them to live on. The fact that Jenny had control of her own money was an extraordinary concept in that day and age, one to which the Duke objected heartily. His argument was that by marrying his son, she would give up her American citizenship and become a British subject. Therefore, she should live as one. Fortunately for her, her father did not agree.

As soon as the families agreed to this amount, Jenny and Randolph were married. However, this was not done at the Marlborough estate, nor any where in England but in Paris at the Hotel Charost, the British Embassy in Paris. (Those of you who read this blog regularly will recall that the Hotel Charost was once Pauline Bonaparte's house bought by the British Government for the Duke of Wellington after the defeat of Napoleon in 1814.)

So read more about these ladies, I hope you will read my own American Heiresses series, THOSE NOTORIOUS AMERICANS, beginning in October!

References:
McCall, Gail, and Wallace, Carol McD., To Marry an English Lord, 1989.
Jenkins, Roy, Churchill, A Biography. 2001.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Close at Hand: A Few Handy Writing References by Suz deMello (#Writing Craft #NaNoWriMo #Iamwriting #MFRWAuthor)

          Unlike baking a cake, sinking a basket or ice skating, many people seem to believe that they can open their computer and write the next bestseller. However, writing isn't an inborn skill.
        But studying the craft of writing can save the day, or at least create a career. Taking classes in either creative writing or non-fiction writing is an obvious course of action.
What books can help a budding fiction writer? Deb Dixon's Goal, Motivation and Conflict describes the three basics of story-telling. For basic story structure, Chris Vogler’s Writer’s Journey, is incomparable. A truly dedicated writer can dip into the source, reading some of the works of comparative mythologist Joseph Campbell, on whose works Vogler’s is based.
Self-Editing for Fiction Writers by Renni Browne and Dave King is an invaluable resource for polishing manuscripts. I've recommended it to countless aspiring writers--and more experienced ones--over the years. Even experienced writers dip back into it now and then.
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/628973
Exploring the writer's journey isn't only fun but enlightening. Two books on writing that will entertain and teach are Stephen King's On Writing and Rita Mae Brown's Starting From Scratch, her writer's manual.
And of course, there's my book, About Writing, which covers the basics and a whole lot more. What others have said about About Writing:

5.0 out of 5 stars
A short, information-packed book for would-be writers; a refresher for
seasoned pros!
By anonymous on October 29, 2015
A great reference for experienced writers, an easy-reading primer for beginners. 

5.0 out of 5 stars
Great for writers at all levels. By Kathleen on October 1, 2015
About Writing by Suz deMello is a small, but powerful book for beginners and experienced writers alike

5.0 out of 5 stars
Crazy about Craft ByBook Addicton October 1, 2015
This is an excellent book to have in your craft library.


        Happy writing!
                   


Monday, April 24, 2017

Packing boxes for a blog move @kayelleallen #amwriting


I created the Romance Lives Forever blog seven years ago to provide a place for authors, whether traditionally or self-published, or some hybrid of the two, to talk about their books. Since then, the readership has climbed steadily.

Once I added the blog to Triberr, readership skyrocketed. I've done all sorts of promotions for authors there to increase that. We have an annual Cancer Awareness week during which authors who have or have had cancer, or have friends / family who have, share their stories of perseverance and encouragement. There's an annual salute to veteran authors. On the first of each month, I present the author who had the most visits with a graphic award and a month of free cover ad space. The annual winner gets a year's worth.

Because I'm always looking for ways to improve, I'm moving the Romance Lives Forever blog from Blogspot to Wordpress on May 17, 2017. If you hate moving as much as I do, you'll be happy to know all the heavy lifting will be done by professionals. Your part will be to grab a favorite drink, sit back, take it easy, and come read the posts in beautiful new surroundings.

Once the move completes, all posts currently on the Blogspot version of Romance Lives Forever will appear on the new site also. On the Blogspot site, a note at the top will redirect readers to the new Wordpress location. Links to the original posts will remain active, and all posts will remain on the Blogspot old blog while also appearing on the Wordpress blog.

Want a sneak peek of the new blog? It's under construction so it doesn't look now the way it will when it opens. But here's a peek: https://rlfblog.com/ Go ahead. I'll wait.
Okay, welcome back! Do you want to know more? Here you go.

For Readers

On the new site, you'll have a listing of genres so you can find your favorite. Each book will be listed by name, author, and genre. Character interviews will have their own home. As always, you'll be able to leave comments, share posts, and find great books. The new site will be available on Kindle, RSS, email, and other programs.

I'll still post here and on my own blog, but I'll also appear on Romance Lives Forever. I hope you'll bookmark the site and look for the announcement of it opening. 

The new URL is rlfblog.com. Why? Because the official hashtag for the site has always been #RLFblog. This makes it even more official.

My sincere thanks to the other Sweet N Sexy Divas who let me come and share every month. I hope all of you will come over to "my house" and do the same!

Kayelle Allen
Author and Graphic Artist
Romance Lives Forever https://rlfblog.com/
Original Romance Lives Forever https://romancelivesforever.blogspot.com/

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Mother's Day Magic…With Love


It's Spring and also Mother's Day will be here soon, May 14th. There is a long history of celebrating spring and mothers. The ancient Greeks held spring festivals to honor the maternal goddess, Rhea. She was Cronus' wife and the mother of many deities. Not to be outdone by the Greeks, the ancient Romans celebrated a three-day Spring festival called, Hilaria, to honor the mother goddess Cybele. 

And speaking of mothers, Mother's Day Magic is a collection of a dozen previously unpublished romance and literary fiction novelettes celebrating mothers. In my story, I Love You More,  I drew a good deal from my own experiences as a single mother. I think most moms, especially single moms, can relate to it. There are a lot of families that are headed by women, sometimes just one mom and her child, but they are still families in every sense of what a family means. I wanted to acknowledge these strong, loving single moms and the wonderful children they are raising or have raised. They’re doing a great job. 

Here are the blurbs for Mother's Day Magic…With Love

Felt by the Heart by Angela Ford 
Rachel Winters's fiftieth birthday approached the forever she'd found with Ryan ended with heartache. And for her daughter, the second chance of having a dad. Will Rachel find the strength to rebuild her life and her daughter's?
I Love You More by Cornelia Amiri
On turning sixty, Garland recalls memories of her life's journey from an abusive childhood to a bad marriage to the ups and downs of a single mom. She is rewarded with a magical mother's day with her loving family.
Two Hearts Unspoken by Tamara Ferguson 
Retired air force captain and wounded warrior, Zach Logan, discovers that his scars are more than skin deep, when he falls in love with Beth Bowen; the lovely single mother of an autistic son.
December Roses by Daisy Banks 
A present day gift of flowers sets off delightful memories for Jean. The recollections of the day love first bloomed, and trust overcoming a frightening challenge, are carved deep into her heart. 
Maddie's Project by Anna Celeste Burke 
Laura's mother, Maddie, led a life bursting at the seams, filled with family and a million projects. May changed everything. More than a decade later, Laura reflects on Maddie's biggest project, and how it changed all their lives.
Vision of the Heart by Mary Crawford 
Facing the vision loss caused by macular degeneration is hard enough, but it's causing Julia Concord to question everything she knows about herself as a wife, mother, and nurse. Can she handle a reunion when she's a shadow of the person she once was?
An English Rose by Allyson R. Abbott 
A compelling and humorous insight of past years and present dilemma's as Rose reflects on her usefulness in later life. Just as she acknowledges and accepts her sell-by-date is approaching, life suddenly becomes interesting again, in more ways than one.
The Art of Forgiveness by Tamara Philip 
The story of one woman's journey to find out the truth surrounding her adoption decades earlier. Amidst the tragedy of the past, she finds connections to her complicated history and a gentle reminder about the transcendent power of forgiveness and time.
The Illusion of Happiness by Neva Squires Rodriquez
Divorced and having lived under the illusion of happiness for over thirty years, Graciela struggles to find her strength. With her fiftieth birthday and Mother's Day weekend approaching, a surprise visit helps put things into perspective for her.
The Day before Eclosion by Adrienne Ruvalcaba
Sharon's only daughter, Gracie, is ready to move out on her own. What should be an exciting transition is complicated by Gracie's disability. Can Sharon learn to accept Gracie's need for autonomy before irreparable damage is done to their relationship?
The Light We Found by Q.D. Purdu 
Calla has survived divorce and developed her first newly-single crush on Ben, the special guy in her triple-two-step class. Life is rocking until her ex confesses a long-hidden betrayal, and Ben reveals the most hurtful secret of all.
Forever Sunshine by Cary Allen Stone & Tyler Hosea 
French Mother's Day Cake
A letter containing the last request of their mother was handed to the son and daughter at the funeral service. They were told to read the letter at her gravesite on the year anniversary of her passing. 

Some fun Mother Day facts:
In Yugoslavia, on Mother’s Day, the kids tie their mother up and she cannot get free until she gives her children treats. I don't think most American mothers would appreciate that custom. But in France, on the National Day of Mothers, moms get a treat, a cake in the shape of a bouquet of flowers. And, in Italy, they celebrate Mother's Day with a family feast and give their moms a heart shaped cake. That sounds yummy. 

We celebrate Mother's Day in the US on May 14th so start thinking about the gift you're getting for your mom. Also to all the Mother's reading this, I  hope on Sunday, May 14th, you have the Best Mother's Day ever!

Saturday, April 22, 2017

KISSES FROM LILLITH by Adele Downs, Releasing April 27!

A sizzling short story with bite.

Pre-order your copy for .99!
Arriving Thursday, April 27!


When Hunter receives an invitation for a group tour of an ancient cave to celebrate his cousin’s birthday, he and his girlfriend Rosa unwittingly attend a party…with unusual refreshments.

Summary:

Hunter’s relationship with his girlfriend Rosa is on the rocks, and though his love for her hasn’t wavered, she has never said she loves him in return. When they accept an odd invitation for a group tour of an ancient cave to celebrate his cousin’s birthday, Hunter and Rosa’s fragile bond is tested to its limits when the powers of love and trust become their only weapons against the dark forces waiting inside.

“Wow! For a short story, this was a long, thrilling ride.” 5 Stars! ~Will Work For Books

“Kisses From Lillith…has everything you want in a paranormal romance. I found myself on the edge of my seat. Adele Downs…has a way of bringing a story to life…she always leaves you wanting more.” 5 Stars! ~Girl With Pen

Buy The Book for .99!
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Bio:
Adele Downs is the best-selling, award-winning author of more than 20 romance titles, including those written under another pen name, and a former journalist with hundreds of articles to her credit. When not writing in her home office in rural Pennsylvania, she can be found reading a book on the nearest beach, taking photographs, or riding in her convertible.

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Friday, April 21, 2017

An Outlaw for the Psychic Spy by @SSaraDaniel #freeread #prequel #shortstory


An Outlaw for the Psychic Soul
Prequel Short Story to Solace for the Psychic Soul
(Part of the Mid-Winter Healing Anthology)
By Sara Daniel
© 2017
Three years ago
The bloodline seer’s laser drilled a point of heat between Monica’s shoulder blades. Whoever the hell the seer was, he or she was going to blow Monica’s unassuming, girl-next-door cover.
Ditching her baseball cap and pulling on a jacket, she continued along the crowded sidewalk. She could lose eighty percent of her tails with those two simple changes. Most people fixated on the hat or clothing, not the actual person.
The gait and boots from her peripheral vision suggested her pursuer was male, although she’d yet to glimpse his face. He continued to trail her, proving he wasn’t a novice.  Just her luck that she’d taken her psychic suit in for cleaning, leaving her without her most-powerful weapon.
Whether he’d randomly picked her from the crowd or had intentionally targeted her, his seer power would have told him she was an unmated orgasmic psychic. No doubt he thought he’d hit the bounty hunting jackpot. Veering off the crowded sidewalk down an alley, she let him salivate over how easily he’d take her down.
The guy continued past her. If he was as good as her first impression led her to believe, he’d turn down the next alley then thread between the tight city buildings, intercepting and gagging her in less than thirty seconds.
Twenty-four seconds later, he charged at her, his palm going straight for her mouth. Monica channeled his forward momentum and flipped him over her shoulder. Laying him flat on his back on the broken pavement, she thrust her knee in his groin before the wind reentered his lungs.
He grunted.
She gouged again. From here on out, she called the shots and had no qualms about unmanning him permanently.
“Fu—” His curse faded to a moan.
Satisfied he was solely focused on the searing pain between his legs, she eased up. He rolled into a fetal position, clutching himself. She grabbed his shoulder and dragged him to the light pole at the side of the alley. Pulling her handcuffs from her vest, she snapped them around his left wrist. She yanked his right hand from his groin and pulled it behind the light pole, cuffing it with the left, so he sat with his back to the pole.
From behind, she patted him down, removing a stun gun and a knife from his person. After she messaged the police, she rounded the pole to face him head-on.
“You troublemaking asshole! You just caused me a shit ton of paperwork.” She glared at him. His face was scruffy with a two or three day beard. His striking bright blue eyes were still dilated with pain and shock from the twin hits to the pavement and the groin.
Something deep inside her clicked.
Oh no. Fuck, no. She stumbled. Not her soulmate. She was government spy, damn it. One of the good guys. She took down guys like him for a living. What she did not do was mate with them.
“I’d hate to cause you any trouble, Sweetheart. Why don’t you just unlock these cuffs and send me on my way? I won’t bother you again, and you won’t have to waste your time with unnecessary paperwork.”
“Bothering me in the first place was your mistake.” The way he truly bothered her had nothing to do with the fact that he’d tried to abduct her.
“I just tripped over my own feet, and you happened to be right there when I tried to catch myself. I apologize if you thought I was trying something inappropriate.”
“Save it for your lawyer and the judge, creep.” How dare her soul pick a criminal.
“The name’s Dex, sweetheart. Dex Seer. And I’m free on Friday if you want to go out.”
She’d dated a lot of sleazy guys in the ongoing effort to track down enemy information and make the world a safer place. But soulmate or not, she wouldn’t go out with this one. “You’re going to be in jail on Friday night.”
“Saturday then.”
Rolling her eyes, she pulled out her phone and entered his name into the government database.
“Holy shit.” She scrolled through the list of stuff he was wanted for—kidnapping, aiding and abetting the enemy, breaking and entering. If she hadn’t stopped him, he would handed her over to the government’s enemies for a price that would have matched her yearly salary. “You might want to consider using a fake name with your pickup lines. Dex Seer is wanted for a crap ton of stuff. If you’re angling to walk free from our scuffle by using a ‘he said-she said’ defense, you better start worrying about all the other charges the government can make stick.”
A flash of worry crossed his face. Then he aimed an ‘aw-shucks’ smile at her. “If you’re not ready to trust me, we can arrange a neutral meeting ground for our date on Saturday sweetheart.”
“The name’s Smic. Monica Smic. I’m your worst nightmare, not your sweetheart.”
###
“Saturday night. Neutral meeting place. I knew you couldn’t say no to me, Smic.” Despite wearing an orange jumpsuit and handcuffs, Dex grinned as he sauntered into the stark, gray booth.
Monica scowled at him through the glass. Although his seer scan would have told him she was an unmated orgasmic psychic, he didn’t know her soul had picked him as its mate. And as she didn’t intend to complete their mating, he’d never know that part. But her soul would forever crave his closeness. “Why are you involved in so much shitty, shady stuff?”
“Who says I am?”
“I’m not here to get a confession out of you or cut you a deal.” She just wanted to understand how her soul could have picked him. The guy sold his seer services to good guys and bad guys alike and offered his bounty hunting services to known criminals. But he lived with his mother and sister in a low-crime, working-class neighborhood and fixed his elderly neighbors’ leaky pipes and broken locks at no charge. Any assurance that his good side overrode his criminal background would ease her internal tug-of-war.
“Ah, so you came for a conjugal visit.” He smirked. “How do we get on the same side of this glass wall?”
Clearly, any redeeming qualities didn’t extend to his smart-ass personality. Regardless of his occasional brush with decency, he was still a criminal, and she’d dedicated her life to ridding the world of crime.
“Coming here was a mistake.” Standing, she signaled to the jail guard.
“Wait.” Dex’s smug expression disappeared, replaced by panic. “I need your help to get out of here. My sister depends on me to get the medicine she needs.”
“Maybe you should have asked for my help in the alley, instead of attacking me.”
“Look, it wasn’t anything personal against you. Her medicine’s expensive.” He shrugged away the guard’s hand.
“The government has programs for people who can’t afford their medications. Your sister should look into them.” She leaned toward the speaker imbedded in the glass separating them. “Abducting people is not an acceptable answer to any problem.” She waved at the guard to take him away.
Dex glared at her. “Those programs don’t do shit when the medication is no longer produced or available for sale.”
The guard tugged him toward the door.
“My sister will go blind without this medicine,” Dex yelled, still holding her gaze.
A second guard joined the first, and they dragged him through the doorway.
“Her name is Lucy. She’s only thirteen years old. If she goes blind, it will be on your conscience, Smic. If you won’t help me, then help Lucy. Please.” He kept yelling, his voice fading down the corridor.
Monica marched out of the jail. She wouldn’t help the asshole who’d tried to kidnap her and sell her to her government’s enemies. Dex was a manipulator, a player, and a criminal.
She slumped against the wall outside the building. His sister was an innocent child, the type of person she’d dedicate her life to protecting.
If Lucy really would go blind without the medicine, then Monica would make sure she got it. But she had no intention of letting Dex know she’d lifted a finger to help him.

Now read the rest of the story. Find out what happens when Dex and Monica are reunited three years later in Solace for the Psychic Soul, part of the Wiccan Haus MID-WINTER HEALING anthology.
Dex Seer has spent his life on the wrong side of the law, working for anyone who will pay him enough to afford the medicine his sister needs to keep from going blind. But the medicine no longer exists. In desperation, he books a stay at the Wiccan Haus to heal his sister. With a sexy government spy following him through the portal, he stands to lose everything he’s spent his life protecting.

 After too many years reading the evil, sadistic thoughts of her government’s enemies, Monica Smic is exhausted and cynical. Worse, her soul discovered its mate in a lawless bounty hunter, and staying away from him is destroying her from the inside out. When she passes out on the job, her boss forces her to take a week off at the Wiccan Haus to get her act together.

Despite their mutual distrust, the more time Dex and Monica spend in each other’s company, the more their battered souls find solace in the other’s. But Dex’s first loyalty is to his sister, and Monica’s is to her government. On the Winter Solstice, they will either heal each other or lose everything in winter’s fiercest storm.

Buy Links:
Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06WRP4M83/?tag=sardanromaut-20
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Thursday, April 20, 2017

Cyborgs are coming ~ Sex Cyborgs and Champagne

Good morning everyone! I hope you're having a wonderful day.

A few months ago, a friend of mine, Lia Davis announced a call for Vega Space Vacations. We were told the sky is the limit for our stories and they could be anywhere from lunchtime reads 7k to full novels 55k (plus) I jumped at the idea, in fact, as I read the information for the series I already plotted out my contribution.

Sex, Cyborgs and Champagne, releasing on 4-25-17, has a twist to it. Conner Mann and Flora Mann are a young, carefree couple, who are celebrating their anniversary. But, it's what they're doing for their anniversary that will craving more.

Blurb:

We can help with that.

Conner Mann is on a mission. For his tenth anniversary, he wants to give his wife, Flora, a present she’ll never forget. When he sees an ad for Vega Space Vacations, he knows exactly what to do.
 

Flora Mann, grew up in a strict home with conservative parents. Expressing her sexual desires never came easy to her due to her prim upbringing, and because of it, she’d never been able to tell her husband what she wants most—a threesome.

Vincent Carver is the man with the plan.

Unit L-2817 or Lincoln to his friends, is ready to experience life through human eyes. As a reformed government mercenary, he’s free to finally experience everything others take for granted—including creating emotional connections. He isn’t sure what love is, but the instant attraction he feels between Conner and Flora, can’t be denied.

Their emotions run high as they contemplate their next moves. Can a cyborg assimilate to their hectic routine? Conner, Flora and Lincoln, are willing to find out. But, what if all they are left with are distant memories?


Excerpt:



Flora and Conner joined the others going to the falls for the day. The expedition would be on foot. Nothing like a little adventure to get the blood pumping, as Conner would say. She, however, had her doubts. A small peak stood out in relief from the palm fronds, elephant ear leaves, and all different types of foliage. Birds called out across the vast expanse and were answered in kind.
“The Tipi-Tipi volcano erupts once every seventy-five years,” the guide, Ka’eo, stated as they hiked toward the jungle foliage.
“When did it last explode?” A woman across from them paused, almost hesitant to enter the trail.
Ka’eo chuckled. “Twenty years ago, so we have plenty of time.” He waved them forward. “Instead of depleting the ground nutrients, the ash settles and mixes with nitrate-rich soil, making everything grow lush and plentiful. However, there are downsides. When we get closer to the hot springs and fresh water pools, please stay away from the chained-off areas; the pools there are filled with sulfuric acid, and you will die if you go in one.”
“No pretense with him, huh?” A man a least three or four inches taller than Conner stepped beside her. His unusual grey eyes and friendly smile drew Flora in, followed by a sense of safety and tiny bit of fear.
“I suppose not.” She rubbed her arm, unsure about what she experienced with this man. His short brown hair reminded her of all those military men she’d seen as a child, yet nothing else about him screamed Armed Forces.
“My name is Lincoln.” He held his hand out to her.
“Flora,” she replied, accepting his introduction. When their skin touched, she swore she felt electricity race through her body. She glanced up at him, squinting as the bright sunlight obscured her vision, causing orange and yellow halos to surround Lincoln.
“It’s good to meet you.”
“Conner,” her husband said, coming up beside her. “It’s good to meet you, too, Lincoln. Are you here on your own?”
He nodded. “Yes. I thought I might be a part of this little…adventure.”
She glanced over at Conner, who appeared to size up their new companion. “You’re welcome to join us.” She didn’t know why she said it, but it was as if her mouth had a mind of its own.
“No need in you being alone,” Conner added.
“If both of you don’t mind?”
“No, we don’t mind,” she replied. “We’re all here to have fun, after all.” She tried to disguise her nervousness with a small laugh. Instead, it came out as a breathy giggle, and she cleared her throat. “Well, we don’t want to be left behind. We should catch up.”

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