Monday, 13 February 2012

Author Interview with Jorja Lovett


Please join me in giving a warm welcome to the luscious Jorja Lovett, whose debut novella Pyramid Of Passion is now available from Breathless Press.

Blurb:
Rosie Carter can't decide – should she act on her feelings for her real-life co-worker or lose herself in the fantasy of her Ancient Egyptian lover?

Rosie Carter starts her night shift at the museum by finding the security guard, Nick, screwing a redhead in the office. Running from her attraction to him, she distracts herself with the newly acquired Ancient Egyptian exhibit.

The Gold of Valor catches her eye—a pendant bestowed on the Pharaoh's soldier, Edifu. Its mystical powers transport her into the bedroom of the man himself, who thinks she's a gift from the gods and worships her with his mouth, his tongue...

She discovers the joy of sex and a newfound confidence with her hunky warrior, and she's caught between her fantasy life and dull reality. When Nick starts to show his true feelings toward her, Rosie has to decide what it is she really wants.


*pulls out chair for Jorja*

Thank you kindly

Make yourself at home, Jorja. Btw, I read your sexy Egyptian in one sitting and I must say he cheered me up royally when I was full of a cold ;-) Every girl should have one I reckon!

He certainly knows how to get a girl hot, doesn't he <grin> I'm glad he was able to put a smile on your face and actually I could do with him now… Aachoo!


Q.Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

I'm a mild-mannered housewife by day and a purveyor of smut by night. That's how my other half describes me anyway.

Purveyor of smut, I love it!

Q.What made you write ‘this’ story?

It was a story that has been in my head for a while, since I visited the Tutankhamun exhibition in London a few years ago. Believe it or not this started out as a children's story lol The whole idea of the Gold Valor of necklace transporting someone back to Egypt was something that just wouldn't leave me but writing the adult version was way more fun!

Q.I love the cover! How much input do you get into ensuring the cover fits, and does it?

Lol I tortured them until I had it exactly the way I wanted it. I'm totally in love with my Egyptian and because he's such a strong, imposing figure, I had very definite views on what he should look like. It's important to the author that their cover is in keeping with the characters and I'm lucky that Breathless Press indulged me and listened to my ideas until he was perfect.

Q.Describe a typical day’s writing for us

Hmm, it usually starts with a cup of tea followed by important internet 'research'. I'll scribble for a bit in a notebook then I'll stick the kettle on again. Check for important e-mails, then force myself to write at least 1k before I succumb to Facebook and Twitter. Repeat this pattern until it's time to do the school run, then a quick tidy up before hubby comes home. The glamour!

 Lol, I know. A far cry from the glamorous life folks seem to think romance writers lead.

Q.What inspires you?

I get inspiration from all around – a face in a crowd, a drive in the country or a story in the news – and my dirty mind does the rest ;)

Q.If you weren’t a writer what would you be?

Definitely something creative. I studied Art and Photography at school and I used to sell paintings and handicrafts to local shops. I have restless hands and an overactive imagination!

Q.Do your characters ever surprise you?

All the time. I usually have a vague plan of where I am going with a story and like little devils on my shoulder, they'll suddenly chirp something naughty in my ear. Take Nick the security guard for example. At the beginning of my story, I just had Rosie pushing her cleaning cart around the museum but good old Nick decided it would be better if she caught him balls deep in another woman. And whaddaya know, that became quite a memorable scene J

And what a scene it is!

Q.What could not do without when you’re writing?

I know most people these days just use their laptops to write but I have to have a notebook and pen and write my story in longhand first. I'm very particular about my notebooks and pens though!

It amazes me that you craft your stories by long hand, but I'm very glad you do, cause I love this story!

Q.What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?

Try and rid yourself of that 'I'll never be any good' mentality. We all go through it but the only way to succeed is to persevere.

Q.Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?

Sitting by the pool in my Spanish villa, still writing, but with a cabana boy to bring me cold drinks and inspiration.

Q.Do you have a favourite quote?

My favourite quote at the moment came from an author on Twitter – 'Don't underestimate the importance of mulling'. I like it because I spend about 75% of my time mulling over where I want to take my characters before I actually put pen to paper. It's also an effective procrastination technique…

That's a great quote, and so true!

Q.Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?

Usually around the second chapter! I always spend more time on the first chapter and I know how the story will end but I tend to lose it in the middle for a while. I have to take time out at this stage and try to let the story form organically in my head, rather than forcing it.

Q.What other books can your readers look forward to?

My next book, In Her Element, is out in March as part of The Blood Bar Chronicles. It tells the story of unassuming Ana Chapman who meets up with Fire Elemental, Zanaan on one fateful night in Scotland. He certainly gives her the taste of excitement she's been looking for!

I'm also pleased to say, Evernight are going to publish my full length contemporary romance, Into the Wild in April *squee*

Squee indeed. You're in for a treat, folks. I was fortunate to read Into the Wild in its draft form and it's hawt!

And finally can you share an excerpt with us?

Anything for you Doris xx

Pyramid of Passion
"Hmm. Your strange attire would indeed appear ineffective armor for the Goddess of War. If you are not the Goddess herself and she has not sent you, then perhaps Qadesh? Such a gift from the Goddess of sexual pleasure would surely increase a mortal's prowess on the battlefield tenfold." He drew a thick fingertip from the hollow of her throat to the zipper on her smock. Rosie had gone from Goddess to sex toy in one fell swoop.
                                                                                                               
That channel of need Nick's earlier performance opened up now swelled within her at another's touch. Adrenaline buzzed through her eradicating rational thought and she clung to facts where she could find them. "You're a soldier?" she asked.
                                                                                               
"Yes. In King Rameses' Army." He rasped the zipper up and down in wonder, exposing and covering her goose-pimpled skin until she wanted to rip the damn thing off herself.

When she set aside the pleasures of her flesh for a moment, the importance of his words filtered into her brain. His obsession with the simple metal fastener of her top coupled with the exotic dreamscape forced her to ask the question, "What is your name?"

"Edifu." With one final tug, he unzipped her uniform and pushed it from her shoulders.

Okay! If, somehow this whacky set-up could possibly be real, was she really ready to leap into bed with the first Ancient Egyptian soldier to try it on with her?

Large hands cupped her breasts through the white cotton of her bra. When he bent to kiss her full on the mouth, she gave herself over to the moment. If, on the other hand, this was all fantasy, why deny herself a starring role?

"By the Gods, you are a true beauty." His husky voice on her lips commanded a rush of liquid desire to flood south.

How long since a man paid me a compliment? Kissed me with such reverence? Too long. She returned the passionate kiss with interest; let her hands explore the broad expanse of warrior chest available to her.

The humidity of the night combined with the radiating heat between their responsive bodies, soon became too much to bear. Besides, she couldn't wait until Eddie here figured out the complexities of the modern bra clasp. Under his lust-filled watch, Rosie divested from the remainder of her clothes.
He took a step closer and she shivered in his shadow. Masterful male fingers palmed her uncovered breasts, his sun-kissed skin in relief against her porcelain complexion, and stroked a thumb across her nipple. It stood to attention and he rewarded it by sealing his mouth around the pink tip. Gasps of delight seeped from her when he suckled and his tongue joined in the courtship.

Powerful arms lifted her and carried her over to the bed to lay her on the virginal white linen sheets. Totally at his mercy, she was enjoying every sinful second. For however brief a spell, she would revel in her womanhood and experience this man with pure abandon.

She reached for his granite-hard cock. He caught her searching hand and pinned it to the bed above her head. With a sensual smile he started a slow descent along her body, marking a path with a trail of wet kisses. Starting with her mouth, he moved down the center of her body, diverting only to pay homage to one unattended breast. Goddess or not, soldier boy seemed intent on worshipping her.


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Closing statement, any links etc.
Thanks to you Doris, I'm now planning on marketing this as a cure for the common cold J


And on Twitter @jorjalovett

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Thanks so much for stopping by Jorja.

Now, folks, go on, what are you waiting for? You know you want a piece of him, don't you?

*sniggers*



Sunday, 12 February 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

Today I am bringing you a hot six from Little Miss Frigid Knickers.

My contribution to  the Virgins Behaving Badly Anthology, coming soon from Evernight Publishing.




The growled command stopped her instantly and he lifted her off the bike with effortless ease. “The next time you come it’ll be with my cock inside you.”
Heaven help her, those words ought to be appalling her, but, instead of slapping his face, her newly awakened libido made her cling to him like a limpet. She ground her hips shamelessly into the huge ridge straining his jeans and the grip on her arms grew painful.
“Don’t play with me, Summer. You will lose this game.” 




Saturday, 11 February 2012

Valentines Day Blog Hop


Welcome to my little corner of the Valentines Day Blog Hop :-)

I'm offering one lucky person a copy of one of my available E-books. Click on the covers below to see what they are and to read an excerpt. Then leave me a comment, telling me which one you'd like and why. Make sure to follow this blog and that's it, you're in with a chance. Easy peasy.

On offer are, one Sexy Swede


One domineering Sheik



One Sizzling Italian Firefighter


And the battle of Vamp versus Shifter



You're sure to find something up there to take your fancy, right?
As you can probably tell from that collection, I can never make up my mind which hero is sexier, so I just write them all ;-)

Don't forget to check out the other participating authors here. There are lots of books and other goodies up for grab.

Hop away, go on.


 Go crazy, but leave a comment first :-)



Some suggestions for Valentines from Natalie Baum


Natalie asked me for some time on my blog at Valentines and reading what she has to say, well... I had to share it with you all.


Enjoy, but be warned....

you may need to do some research ;-)

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Hello there, ladies! I'm toe-curling glad to be here guest blogging. Thank you, Doris for allowing me to share some sensory overload lovemaking suggestions with your loyal readers in honor of the upcoming lovers' holiday!
Now settle in all you sexy vixens, and get your pen and paper ready because when I read the following tips for the first time, I found myself immediately in need of a cold shower. Who am I kidding? Why would I hop into a shower alone when uncorking a spicy bottle of Chianti sounds so much more satifsfying? Especially if you factor in an exotic chocolate bar with that bottle.
One tip that I found particularly interesting involved bathing together in a bathtub before getting naked together. As much as I hope you've heard this suggestion before, I must say I think it bears repeating due to the fact that Valentines' Day is on a Tuesday this year…meaning you can start celebrating Saturday night and then again on Sunday and Monday and let's not forget Tuesday. If you talk your man into bathing with you every single one of those nights—girl! You no longer need my help with sex advice WHATSOEVER!
If however, you are new to the bathtub duet, I suggest this helpful idea. Always blindfold your partner prior to undressing in front of him and stepping into the bathtub. Just think of all of those bubbles ever so perfectly hiding  your significant body parts. Why let him view your sexy sexy before inching his way up your calf and working his way slowly towards it under water with his fingertips? Don't cheat yourself of his sensual, hungry touch, girl! Proper foreplay is an integral part of any stellar lovemaking session. Allow your time together in the bathtub to exactly serve this purpose.
Once you've both got your fill of sudsing-up and wish to dry off, step out of the tub, taking time to wrap one another in warm, fluffy towels. Yes, it's time to move into the budoir but no it's not time to let him climb on top of you. No way! You still deserve more foreplay than that ladies! Trust me, the more pre-sex activities the better your juicy after-flow of appreciation—if you get my drift.
So yes, head for the bed and certainly stay naked together. But rather than simply hopping into the dirty deed, surprise your man by instructing him to roll over on his stomach and then proceeding to climb on top of him. Show him you know how to properly use your hands by bestowing him with a back massage. Blow his mind by whipping out a bottle of massage lubricant, ensuring he catches a glimpse of it before dripping it across his back. Don't fret, this massage is just as much for your pleasure as for his, simply remember to lean forward brushing your breasts across his bare flesh often and regularly. This delicate sweeping, circling motion is sure to set your nipples a blaze!
As much as I would love to be able to lay claim to this helpful information, sure to result in hot lovemaking, Cosmopolitan magazine actually collected these tips and initially shared them. You can find the full article at: http://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/tips-moves/favorite-sex-tips-positions-2
Don’t worry about hurting my feelings if you find yourself longing to go there and read the low-down on what I've mentioned. Extensive research is the first step to all-night sensational sex as far as I'm concerned!
Should you find yourselves yearning to read even spicier lovemaking and dating tips please visit my website at www.nataliebaum.com.
You can also check out my favorite saucy, sassy chef in my new book Callie Mallory Chicago Adventure @ Noble Romance: (https://www.nobleromance.com/Authors/207/Natalie-Baum) when additional hot and sexy physical tips are desired.
Happy Valentines' Day, everybody!  Here's to all of us getting steamy, hot, sweaty sex as often as we like over the next five days!
Hugs and kisses,
Natalie Baum 




                                                                                         

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Blog Hop Of Love

Isn't that a wonderful title for a Blog Hop?


TBR's Blog Hop of Love!
Feb. 9th - Feb. 14th.
10 book winners and 1 $20.00 Amazon winner!

Sounds fab, right?

All you have to do to win is leave a comment. Comment on all the blogs taking part and you will receive three extra entries into the BIG price, provided by The To Be Read Pile.

So, go on. What are you waiting for? Off you hop!

There are some great books up for grabs. I'm throwing my sexy firefighter into the mix.




When firefighter Alex Giovanni returns to his old neighborhood to fulfill family obligations, he is reunited with the woman inhabiting his dreams. The sexy siren ran out on him after one explosive night many years ago. Hiding behind her sensible clothes she portrays the perfect image of Miss Prim and Proper and Alex vows to unlock the passionate woman he remembers. Mixing business with pleasure has never been so much fun.

Kitty Jenkins’ orderly life gets turned upside down when Alex walks into her school. Their passion filled night four years ago has left her with a secret that threatens to tear them apart. Giving into Alex is out of the question, regardless of how much her body craves his touch.

When secrets spill and disaster strikes, can their passion turn into love?

Excerpt

Kitty’s heart beat a strange staccato against her breastbone. What had possessed her to slip back into her school girl outfit, she would never know. Yet here she was, dressed like some third-rate hooker, about to embark on a one night stand. Taking a deep, fortifying breath, she knocked on the door of Alex’s hotel room. All was quiet on the other side, and she was just about to turn round when the door opened; and Kitty’s greeting stuck in her throat.
Dressed in nothing but low riding jeans, Alex smiled at her, and she hastily wrenched her eyes upwards from the incredible abs on display. Covered with a light dusting of chest hair that trailed down to his jeans, they would give any model a run for his money, and Kitty swallowed. Dressed he was bad enough, but like this he was breathtaking, and judging by that lazy smile he knew it, too.
“Room service around here just keeps on getting better.” Alex’s husky voice raised goose bumps on her exposed skin. “Coming in?”
He hooked one finger under her chin and tugged the end of her shirt tails with the other hand, forcing her to take a step toward him.
“I-I shouldn’t be here, really. I’m not sure why I’m even here.” Kitty mumbled the words, and heat spread into her cheeks.
Alex merely smiled and pulled her closer still. “Liar, we both know why you’re here. Question is, my naughty little girl, will you step through the door and expand your curriculum?” Alex’s heated whispers against her ear sent her heart into overdrive, and she leant into his warmth.  His clean, male scent wrapped itself round her senses, and her stomach flip-flopped in delicious anticipation. It had been so long since any man had held her. That had to be the reason for her immediate reaction to this man.
“Well, Sir, that all depends what you have in mind, because I have been very naughty.”
Alex went very still at her breathy statement, and Kitty bit her lip. Has she read this wrong? Was he not up for a little role-play? She hesitantly raised her eyes to his face to read his expression, and the heat in his gaze scorched her skin.
“So, I’ve heard. Come here, and take your punishment.” His deep voice had dropped several octaves, and he grabbed her by the wrist and spun her into the room. The door clicked shut, the sound loud in the quiet room, and before she could even blink, he had her pinned against the wall. One jeans clad thigh spread her legs wide, and he raised her hands high above her head, whilst his other hand blazed a trail of heat along her exposed tummy. His mouth claimed hers in a bruising kiss, and she opened to his quiet demand automatically. His tongue found hers in an erotic dance that left her jelly-legged, breathless, and grateful for his big body holding her up against the wall.
He groaned his approval when she kissed him back, and he deepened the kiss, his fingers slowly slipping south, until they dipped under the elastic of her thong.
“My, you are a naughty girl. What have we here?”
He chuckled into her neck, and Kitty gasped when he thrust one finger into her wet core.
“So wet already, and we’ve only just started.” He flicked her clitoris once, and the slight pain caused a renewed burst of moisture to coat his fingers as he inserted another finger into her and found her g-spot. Kitty moaned into his shoulder as sensations built deep inside her core, and he licked himself down the column of her throat towards her breast. She screamed when he bit one nipple through the shirt and bra and thrust her hips at him, desperate to reach the release his talented fingers were driving her toward.
“Not so fast. You’re being punished, remember.”
Alex smiled and withdrew his fingers.  He licked each digit in turn, murmuring his approval and then stepped back, his heated gaze roaming over her body. Kitty clenched her thighs together in a vain effort to relieve the hot ache in her pussy.
“Spread your legs, naughty girl.” Alex growled the demand, and Kitty’s eyes widened at the steely determination she saw in his face. “You will not come until I give you permission. Do you hear me?”
“Yes.”  Good God, does that porn star voice really belong to me?
Alex’s eyes narrowed, and Kitty automatically dropped her gaze. She licked her lips, seeing the huge erection straining the flies of his jeans. Oh my. He was clearly as turned on as she by their little game. But how far would he take this? And did she trust him enough to find out?
“Yes, what?” His deep voice held an edge of steel, and she bit back her moan. That voice alone would send her over the edge. Who’d have thought a little role-play could be so erotic?
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now strip – slowly.”
Alex’s voice brooked no argument, and Kitty hastened to comply. She fumbled with the tails of her blouse until Alex stepped forward and ripped the thing clean off her.
“Not that slowly.”
His eyes wicked, he unhooked her bra and sent that, too, flying. He whistled his approval as her breasts fell free. He cupped each mound in turn, and spun her around and toward the double bed, which took up one side of the hotel room. The slap on her ass took her by surprise, and she yelped. He soothed the sting with his large hand massaging her ass cheeks, and he chuckled into her neck.
His fingers once again dipped into her wet folds, and she froze when he inserted one digit, slick with her juices, into her anus.  Heaven help her, that felt way too good. Heat spread across her skin, and Alex bit into her earlobe, as his fingers continued their erotic dance in and out of her forbidden passage, and her body betrayed her arousal by a renewed gush of moisture between her legs.
“That’s my naughty girl.” Alex’s erratic breathing into her neck pitched her own arousal sky high, and she put up no resistance when he urged her onto the bed, his naked, warm, torso heating her back.
“Get on all fours for me.”

Now that I got you all hot and bothered, go check out the rest of the books on offer. You won't be disappointed!


Hop, hop, and away, go on, hop!



But leave a comment first! 

Guest blog - Social Media by Lee Brazil


Social Media

Lee, You're Doin' It Wrong

Hi, I’m Lee Brazil, and I am a Face Book Addict.  *sips coffee, blushes* It's true.  I get up in the morning and log on while I watch the sun rise. Before I drink my first cup of coffee I'm checking my friends' status updates, chuckling at Lolcat pics and sighing over hotties.
I joined Face Book and a few other social media sites because people told me it was necessary for a writer to connect electronically- with readers, with publishers, with reviewers, with other writers.
I’m not sure this is what they had in mind. I think they meant for me to use Face Book as a tool.  I can use Face Book to share my work, whether for publicity, fun, or feedback.  I occasionally post an excerpt from something I'm working on, usually a few lines only, sometimes a full paragraph or more.  This serves many purposes, sometimes it gives us all a chuckle- sometimes it intrigues people enough to pick up my work, and sometimes, it serves to get me out of a corner I've written myself into. Seeking advice from others would be a laudable use of Face Book, I'm sure.
Except 95% of the time, that's not what I'm doing.
*sighs, sips coffee* 
I wish I could be virtuous and claim that my time on Face Book is in the best interests of my work, but I can't tell that blatant a lie. *blushes* If I thought I could get away with it, I would, but...The truth is that some days, looking at the hotties and chuckling at the lolcats, sipping on my coffee and posting songs in lieu of status updates is the best it gets.  I flip back and forth, looking at my blank page, checking my email and gravitating back to Face Book.
I know.  That's wrong.  I should only go to Face Book if I've accomplished my word goal for the day.  Problem is...Face Book isn't the only problem. The web is full of glittery distractions.  Here's my list of my Top Five Time Wasters- web places I go when I need to procrastinate...(Ya like that? Need to procrastinate...not want, need...)
TOP FIVE TIME WASTERS
2.      You Tube
3.      Damn You Autocorrect
4.      Blogspot ( I write mine, I read hundreds of others that I follow)
5.      Goodreads

( I know, lists like this should really be Top Tens, but you have to keep some secrets, you know?) So, there you have it...the answer to that age old question, what are you going to do with yourself all day when you retire? I'm going to tell everyone I'm writing a novel, then I'm going to waste time on Face Book all day.  You come see me there, we can hang out, listen to music and drink virtual coffee while chuckling at silly cat pictures and drooling over sexy photos. 

Truth or Dare #4 – Taking the Dare


Blurb
Morgan Hawke is happy with the status of his relationship with Dan Blake. After three years though, Dan's ready to move their relationship to the next level.
Having seen his brothers find love and settle into family life, Dan Blake has realized he's ready for change. The only problem with that is that his lover prefers to maintain the status quo. Dan's up for the challenge of changing Morgan's mind. He's got plans, and he's used to working behind the scenes to get his way.
Morgan can't understand the changes he sees in Dan. They've come a long way from the office of the bar where they met, but he's not sure he's ready to move their relationship from the shadows to the front pages. Publicity is okay for Dan, he's got the weight of the Blakes behind him, but Morgan isn't sure he's ready to let go of the past he's been clinging to. 
Can Dan manipulate a happy ending for this script?
Want more?
Here's an Excerpt
"Hey, baby." Dan's call from several feet away sent a dash of cold water in Morgan's face. He shivered.
"Hey," his weak, hollow voice surprised Morgan. Earlier, in their room, hearing Dan call him "baby" had excited him. Now, his stomach churned a bit and the bitter, strong coffee Dan preferred sat like lead. At a loss, Morgan nervously shredded the buttery croissant on the table in front of him. He'd often wondered if Dan intentionally confused him, flipping from hot to cold, sweet to acid. But even for Dan this weekend's behavior was different.
At first he'd attributed Dan's strange attitude to his long absence, worried that Dan was through with him, maybe searching for a way to let him down easily. The weekend had put those doubts to rest, but now Dan's open attitude made him nervous.
To his shock, Dan leaned over to kiss his cheek lightly in greeting before sliding into the chair opposite him. He panicked over that while Dan sipped his coffee and grimaced. Morgan shook his head, trying to make sense of the other man's lack of discretion and became aware that Dan smiled at him peculiarly.
"What?" Something itched at the back of Morgan's mind. Inconceivable as it seemed, Dan was acting, putting on a show, playing a role for Morgan. Why?
"You're white. What's wrong, baby?"
Morgan floundered for an answer. Dan knew bloody fucking well what was wrong. He was playing with Morgan, toying with him for some unknown reason, and Morgan was off balance.
Fuck. The waiter approached to refill their cups, and surely he'd heard Dan's  endearment? The young man remained expressionless as he topped up their coffee, and then silently indicated Morgan's shredded breakfast. Morgan nodded. His mouth was dry, and he doubted he could swallow anything anyway. The waiter scooped up the plate and left without speaking.
"Dan, someone will to hear you." He managed in feeble protest. Sometimes being Dan Blake's lover was awesome. When you were the sole focus of those intent green eyes, the object of his attention, it was fucking glorious. But then, Dan was also a selfish bastard and an unmitigated prick at times. Like that nasty comment the other day about Morgan running when Dan called. Truth be told, he probably did run when Dan called, but mostly because he wanted very much to see Dan.
"Do you care if they do?"
He glared at Dan, grateful for the shades that hid his emotions, the flare of anger. Dan didn't have to care. The Blakes had it all. Studio, money, acceptance in society, it was all theirs by virtue of being born Blakes. They didn't have to worry about ever working, courting the right kind of publicity and appeasing the fickle public. They didn't have to worry about hurting someone they cared about. Above all else, the Blakes stood together, united against public scrutiny. They stared down adverse publicity, weathered scandal, together. He didn't have that.





Bio
I’m an avid reader and former teacher of grammar and composition who believes that falling in love is the grandest adventure anyone can have.  In a nutshell, that’s every story I have to tell. 
Relocating from the crazy pace of life in Southern California's Orange County to the beautiful and leisurely atmosphere of the Illinois countryside has given me the time to indulge the desire to write that I set aside when I started teaching fourteen years ago. Readers can find out more about me and my writing by visiting me at my blog, Lee's Musings or finding me on Facebook.  Feel free to drop me a line at lee.brazil@ymail.com  

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Sunday, 5 February 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

Today my six come Goldie And Her Bears, a naughty nursery rhyme, due for release March 30th with Breathless Press 



“Hmm, very sweet indeed. I do like my porridge sweet. What do you say Master J?”
Goldie’s heart fell to her stomach at the sight of the tall, imposing man stepping up from behind Catalina. His golden eyes zeroed in on Catalina’s fingers, before they settled on Goldie, and she once again forgot to breathe.
           “Leave Goldilocks to me." 




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