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INTRODUCING THE
DOMS OF PASSION LAKE
BRAND NEW EROTIC BDSM
SERIES
BY JULIE SHELTON
Virginia is for lovers. Passion Lake is for…kinky lovers. Welcome to Passion Lake, a town owned and
operated by a group of ex-Navy SEALs. A
town where they are free to live their kinky lifestyles without fear of
interference or censure.
A group of former SEAL teammates
get together and buy the derelict, bankrupt town of Porterfield, Virginia,
along with thirteen square miles of surrounding land, and turn it into the thriving
tourist destination of Passion Lake, Virginia.
Located in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, the town boasts
not only the large, deep-water lake from which it derives its name, but also
farmland, grazing land, a couple of creeks, scenic trails, and a World War I
era airfield. The amenities offered
include a lodge with cabins, camping, boating, fishing, horseback riding,
hiking, a main street featuring both quirky and elegant little shops, and
excellent restaurants. Passion Lake is
around 30 miles down the road from Marshall’s Creek, where Jesse Colter, Adam
Sinclair, and Sarah Marshall, the heroes and heroine of Loving Sarah, Owning Sarah,
and Keeping Sarah live.
Many of the Doms of Passion Lake
were minor characters in my three books about Jesse, Adam, and Sarah. Along with many of my readers, I felt they
deserved books of their own. So, if
you’re curious about what happened to Clay “Raven” Nighthorse, Nik “Iceman”
Rostov, Jay “Dizzy” Gillespie, Ted “Solo” Solomon and all the other hot hunky
former SEALs, you’ll find out in this new series, The Doms of Passion
Lake. The first book in the series is Passion’s Dream.
PASSION’S
DREAM – BACK COVER BLURB
When Clay “Raven” Nighthorse is
offered a job as bodyguard to a woman being stalked by her vengeful ex, he’s
ready to turn it down. Until he
discovers that she is the woman he met on a beach three years ago. The woman with whom he felt an instant
connection. The woman who has been haunting
his dreams ever since.
Leah Stanhope has never forgotten
the day she surprised her husband in bed with another woman. Nor has she forgotten the kindness and
compassion of the complete stranger who’d simply held her in his arms and let
her cry herself out on a public beach.
She despairs of ever seeing him again until fate brings them together in
a conflagration of desire and smoking hot
passion. Can Clay convince Leah to risk her
heart? And when her stalker finds her,
will Clay be able to stop him in time?
PASSION’S DREAM - ADULT EXCERPT
Lifting his hand, he placed his
fingertips against her cheek.
She jerked her head away, but
otherwise couldn’t move. It was as if
she’d been turned to stone. “Don’t touch
me!” She’d meant it to be an icy
command, but instead it came out a choked, frightened whisper.
Ignoring her, he sent his fingers
on a journey along the line of her jaw, down the slender column of her
neck. He paused at the base of her neck,
holding the tip of his index finger over the pulse hammering there, betraying
her agitation. The journey continued
down over her collar bones, across the creamy, sloping mound of her breast to
the edge of her modest bathing suit top.
When she made no move to stop him, he hooked his forefinger into the
stretchy material. When she still didn’t
move, he allowed his fingernail to scrape against her tender flesh as he traced
the outline of the fabric down to its lowest point—the point where it stretched
across the shadowed valley between her breasts.
“Don’t—”It was a choked
whisper. She closed her eyes, but she
made no attempt to remove his hand. She
was trembling, every clamoring nerve aware of his nearness, the potent
sexuality of his hard, male body so close to hers. ‘I-I’m engaged to be married.”
“Ah, yes.” His lips twisted. “The ever-devoted fiance. Tell me, Leah,” he tugged her toward him, the
weight of his hand pulling the stretchy, jersey top outward, threatening to
release the rounded fullness of her breasts.
“Tell me about him. What’s it
like making love to an old man?”
She should have pushed him
away. She should have stepped
back—anything to put distance between them.
Except she wasn’t standing. She
was floating in the water, anchored by her elbow on the pool deck and his
finger hooked in her bikini top. Unable
to get away, she stared up at him helplessly, trapped as much by the confusion
leaping within her as she was by the sensual spell he seemed to be weaving
around her like a web.
Resting his left elbow on the
underwater shelf, he released her top and lifted his hand to shape the back of
her head, those long, lean fingers threading through the damp silk of her
hair. “Does his touch arouse you?” Slowly, sensuously, he pulled her toward him,
closing the distance between them, until his firm, mobile mouth was less than
an inch from her own, his breath warm against her lips. “Does he set you on fire?”
The hard contours of his body
brushed tantalizingly against the softly rounded curves of her own as the cool
water undulated against them.
“Does he kiss you like this?”
Clay persisted, dropping a warm, feather-light kiss near one corner of her
trembling mouth, “like a father? Or
perhaps like an uncle or older brother, like this,” he pressed his lips first
to her cheek, then, tilting her head down, her forehead. “Or does he kiss you like a lover? Like this—”and his mouth closed over hers in
a dark, golden storm, his lips expertly parting hers to admit the probing
sweetness of his tongue.
Leah stiffened and tried to pull
away, but it was too late. The flame
ignited by his touch was all-consuming.
Without volition, her arms went around his neck, her legs circled his
waist, ankles locking behind him. The
sheer size of the erection pressing against her sex made her gasp. Her belly plummeted, sending moisture gushing
out of her pussy onto the strip of fabric that was the bottom of her
two-piece. She’d never been so aroused
in her life. Her traitorous body arched
toward his, her hips grinding her sex against his cock. She moaned into his mouth as his arms went
tightly around her back, crushing her soft breasts to his hard chest. Locked together, they sank beneath the
surface of the water. Instead of
panicking and struggling to break free, Leah wound her arms tightly around his
neck and held on, trusting in his care of her.
Without breaking the kiss, Clay
pushed off the deep end of the pool with a powerful thrust of his muscular
legs, gliding swiftly through the water to the center of the pool, where he
could stand up. They broke the surface
still locked together, their mouths tearing apart only long enough to drag air
into their oxygen-starved lungs before crushing back together, tongues dueling
passionately.
Leah loosened her hold on his
neck, running her hands wonderingly over his shoulders and back, savoring the
power of the muscles flexing beneath his satin-smooth skin, delighting in the
heat of his body beneath the cool slickness of the pool water. In spite of the pervading smell of chlorine,
she could still smell his clean, masculine scent. Losing all reason, she broke off the kiss to
bury her face in the side of his neck, where it curved into his shoulder,
inhaling that scent deep into her lungs.
Daringly, she put out her tongue and took a tiny lick of his warm, moist
skin. God, he tasted so good! He felt so good! She couldn’t stifle the groan that ripped
from her throat. Her hands curved around
to the back of his head, her fingers gripping the thick, wet mass of his hair,
holding his head still. She drew a
shuddering breath, trying desperately to get herself under control. This is
a mistake! This is a colossal mistake!
Passion’s Dream is now available from Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RY1643K
* * * *
Book Two of The Doms of Passion
Lake series, Passion’s Fury, is about
Caleb Rafferty and his brothers, Simon and Ash.
They are triplets, all pilots, and they own the Passion Lake airfield
where they operate a popular Executive Charter business and a helicopter
sight-seeing business. In addition,
Caleb is the Sheriff of Passion Lake and Ash is a professional photographer who
specializes in fetish photography. They
are looking for that special “One”, a woman who will take on the challenge of
three men and who will thrive under their loving dominance.
PASSION’S
FURY – BACK COVER BLURB
Kylie Ferrell’s nightmare begins
when she discovers her boss dead from a bullet to the head. In less than twenty-four hours, she endures a
police interrogation, finds her boyfriend in bed with another woman and her
house explodes.
Terrified, she does the only
sensible thing. She runs. Right through broken glass.
When Simon Rafferty finds her
sleeping in her broken-down car by the side of the road near Passion Lake,
Virginia, the connection between them is instantaneous and combustible. He recognizes her as the woman he and his two
brothers have been searching for all their lives. Their lifetime submissive. And the fact that she’s homeless, injured,
and targeted by the mob? Minor details.
Identical triplets and former
spec ops soldiers, Caleb, Simon, and Ash Rafferty are more than capable of
handling anything life throws at them.
Including a sweet, sexy, lusciously curvy woman who has sworn off all
men and who is clueless about the darkness of their needs and desires. Clueless…but intrigued. These dominant alpha males will do whatever
it takes to get her into their bed, their hearts, their lives…and their
dungeon.
But Kylie has secrets that put
them all in deadly danger. And when that
danger catches up with her, Caleb, Simon, and Ash must launch a desperate
search to find her before she is ripped from them forever.
PASSION’S
FURY – ADULT EXCERPT
Ash carried her into the bathroom
and set her down on the toilet.
“Bathroom first,” he said with a wink, pulling her shorts and panties
down to her knees before she could utter a word of protest, “followed by hot, naughty,
nekkid sex.”
Oh, yeah.
Quickly squeezing a roll of
toothpaste onto her toothbrush, he handed it to her, then left her alone to pee
and brush her teeth. “Ash!” she shouted
through a mouth full of toothpaste foam, but it was Caleb who came back through
the door.
He took the toothbrush from her
and handed her an empty plastic cup.
“Spit.”
He then handed
her a cup of water so she could rinse her mouth while he rinsed off the
toothbrush in the sink. When he was done
rinsing the plastic cups, Simon joined them carrying a stainless steel bowl and
a couple of towels. Caleb bent down and
pulled her shorts and panties the rest of the way off. When she made a tiny sound, he just leveled a
look at her—a scorching, heated, possessive look—and said, “Can’t have hot,
naughty, nekkid sex if you’re not nekkid.”
“Good point.”
He pulled the purple knit tee top
over her head and quickly divested her of her bra. Then he lifted her, but instead of carrying
her out into the bedroom, he sat her down right in the middle of the long
marble counter. Fortunately Simon had
covered the cold marble with one of the towels, so she was spared that
particular shock.
She was not, however, spared the
shock of seeing him swirling a shaving brush around inside an old-fashioned
ceramic moustache cup. Oh, my God!
They really are going to shave
me down there!
Caleb and Ash flanked him. “Lean back on your hands, baby,” Ash
instructed. “Normally we’d have you
place your feet flat on the counter, but this time we’ll just hold your legs
apart instead.” At Simon’s nod, Ash and
Caleb each grabbed a leg beneath her knee and spread them wide open, revealing
her entire slit from her clit at the top to her puckered asshole at the bottom,
already glistening with feminine juice.
Cold air brushed across her wet skin, sending goose bumps rippling up
her spine.
Simon moved to stand between her
legs. “Beautiful,” he murmured, bending
at the waist to place his lips against her clit, sucking gently until she threw
back her head and released a shuddering moan.
“And delicious. I could feast on
this pussy all day. But it will be even
more beautiful and delicious once I’ve removed all this hair.” He loaded the brush with foamy suds and
slathered it all over her mound, her labia, even her anus, its tickling touch
making her squirm. Then he picked up a
safety razor. “Okay, darlin’, I need you
to hold real still for me.” Pulling her
skin taut between his thumb and forefinger, he stroked the razor right down the
center of her mound, removing a swath of dark, curly hair. He handed the razor to Caleb, who swished it
through the water in the stainless steel bowl before handing it back.
Kylie watched, fascinated, as her
pubic hair slowly disappeared, even those few stray hairs down by her anus,
leaving nothing but glistening pink skin behind.
“Now that,” Caleb said admiringly, dropping the razor in the bowl of
soapy water, “is a pretty sight.” He and
Ash released her legs, but Simon still stood between them, keeping them apart.
“Now for the touch test,” he
murmured, bending again and placing his mouth against the top of her
mound. He proceeded to kiss, lick,
nibble, and suck every inch of her newly-exposed skin, sending her arousal
spiking off the charts.
Her breath was coming in short,
sharp pants, her back arching as she succumbed to the pleasure rippling through
her.
Simon raised his head, looking up
at her through half-lidded eyes dark and glazed with lust. His face shone with her juices. “Perfect,” he said, palming her mound and
running his two middle fingers through her sopping slit, gathering her slick
syrup. “You are perfect. The perfect woman. The perfect sub. And you’re all ours.” On the word “ours” he plunged his fingers
into her vagina, forcing a sharp cry from the back of her throat.
Her head threw back and her back
arched, thrusting her breasts forward into Caleb’s and Ash’s waiting
hands. As they plumped and kneaded her
generous flesh, pinching and twisting and tugging on her nipples, they were
also busy dropping gentle kisses on her closed eyes, down the curves of her
cheeks, along her jawline. Then on her
lips, first Ash, the Caleb, back and forth between the two of them.
The breath shivered from her
lungs. Pleasure shimmered through her
entire body from every contact point as Simon finger-fucked her, suckling and
nibbling her clit, building her orgasm until her body seized in an explosion
that ripped her apart with pleasure. Her
scream echoed around them as they kept the pleasure going through continual
gentle touches and dirty words whispered into her ear.
When her body finally slumped in
satiation, Simon backed away, his fingers departing from her cunt with a
slurping sound. “Okay, darlin’, that’ll
have to hold you for a while.”
Look for Passion’s Fury in time for Valentine’s
Day, 2015.
* * * *
Book Three, Passion’s Hope, is about Nik Rostov and Jay Gillespie and their
search for their perfect woman. They own
the Passion Lake Lodge and campgrounds, and The Icehouse Bar, where a local
band plays live music every Friday and Saturday night for dancing. They find their perfect submissive at Risqué,
Jesse, Adam, and Sarah’s new, private BDSM club.
PASSION’S
HOPE - BACK COVER BLURB
On the run from an abusive Dom,
out-of-work waitress and aspiring singer Charlotte Fielding has sworn off men
and she’s sworn off the BDSM lifestyle.
She only stopped by this BDSM Club Open House to stock up on the free
food before heading for an audition with a country/rock band. But when her abuser, a rich and powerful
businessman, who also happens to be at the Open House, insults and attacks her
publicly, former SEALs Nikolai Rostov and Jay Gillespie come to her rescue and
offer to help. But that would require
her to trust the two hunkiest Doms she’s ever met. And Charlotte’s all out of trust.
But fate has brought these three
people together—Nik, the big Russian Daddy Dom, Jay, the switch, and Charlie,
the submissive who needs what both of these men have to offer. Just as they need what she has to offer. Can she learn to trust them? Can she risk her heart? And when her abuser hires a hit man to keep
her from testifying against him in court, will Charlie stay and let Nik and Jay
risk their lives in order to keep her safe?
Or will she run—and risk destroying the only happiness she has ever
known?
PASSION’S
HOPE - ADULT EXCERPT
Nik took the
tube of lube from Cherie and squirted a generous amount on the first two
fingers of his right hand. He touched
the tip of his index finger to Jay’s dark pucker and began rimming the tight
little hole, unable to tear his gaze from the lascivious sight as he penetrated
up to the first knuckle, then the second, then all the way up to the
webbing. Jay moaned and wriggled his
ass, pushing back into Nik’s touch.
Nik’s laugh
was wicked. “So.” He circled his finger inside Jay’s tight
channel. “I think you like having a
finger up your ass, don’t you, boy? You
may answer with words.”
Jay’s response
was a guttural groan. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Well, then,
let’s see how you like two fingers up
your ass.” Nik pulled his finger out,
then combined it with his middle finger, pushing them both inside Jay’s hot
channel.
As Nik’s
fingers slid past his prostate, Jay let out a strangled yelp. His cock jerked and his balls tightened and
for one terrifying instant he feared he would come.
Glassy-eyed,
Nik watched his fingers disappear into Jay’s hot tunnel. His cock was so hard the imprint of zipper
teeth was going to be permanently branded on his skin. He loved asses. Women’s asses. Especially firm, full, heart-shaped asses red
and hot from the impact of his hand.
Jay’s ass was lean.
Masculine. Muscular, with deep
dimples. Nik had always been fascinated
by the way those dimples flexed with each thrust as Jay fucked the subs they’d
played with. Shocking himself, he bent
down and placed a kiss in the exact center of each of those sexy indentations.
Oh, my God!
At the touch of Nik’s lips to his skin, Jay let out a whimper. Christ! He’d never been sexual with Nik
before. Had never expected to be sexual with Nik, even though lately he’d found
himself fantasizing about it more and more.
And it was even more intense than he’d imagined. Another whimper left his throat as Nik’s
fingers slowly withdrew, only to be replaced by something smooth and cold.
“Relax your
muscles, boy,” Nik ordered as he pressed the black plug against Jay’s anus,
watching the tight muscle stretch around it like a mouth devouring a
particularly tasty morsel. “You know the
drill.”
Jay compressed
his lips and concentrated on relaxing his ass muscles as the widest part of the
plug stretched his sphincter to the point of pain. His cry was purely involuntary.
“Push out!”
Nik ordered.
Sucking in his
breath, Jay pushed out. The burn
intensified. He squeezed his eyes shut
and cried out again as his sphincter sucked the plug up into his ass and closed
around it, making it wobble as his muscles struggled to adjust to its invasive
presence. Holy fuck!
Nik stared at
the flat end of the plug settling into the crack of Jay’s squirming ass. He was going to enjoy this spanking. Probably a whole lot more than Jay was. Once again he leaned over Jay’s back. Grabbing him by his hair, he pulled Jay’s
head back and growled in his ear. “There
will be no warm-up, boy. You will
receive thirty hard swats. The last ten
will include a surprise. You may cry out
if you need to. Nod your head if you
understand.”
Jay
moaned. His nod was a barely perceptible
movement of his head.
Nik’s big hand
grabbed the hair on the back of Jay’s head, lifting it up off the padded head
rest. “You want to come, don’t you,
boy? You may answer.”
God help him,
he did. More than he’d ever wanted to
come in his entire life!
“Yes, Daddy,”
he wailed.
“You are not
allowed. Not until I have given you the
last strike, do you hear me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“If you do,
your punishment will double. Clear?”
Jay
groaned. Sixty strokes! He’d never be
able to withstand sixty strokes! He was
going to have to do everything within his power to keep from coming. Even though he wasn’t at all sure he was
going to be able to.
“I asked you a
question, boy. I dislike having to
wait.”
Jay managed
another jerk of his head. “Yes,
Daddy. Clear.”
“Do you know
why you’re being punished?”
“Yes,
Daddy. For always making you late.”
Nik’s eyes
gleamed as he released Jay’s head and straightened back away from him. Once again he grabbed the cheeks of his ass,
squeezing, kneading, pushing them apart to reveal his dark brown hole. Then, without warning, he delivered a harsh
slap to Jay’s right cheek. The sharp
stinging pain forced a cry from Jay’s throat, followed by a moan as heat
bloomed across his skin. A second harsh
slap followed to Jay’s left cheek. Nik
took his time, placing each new blow precisely where he wanted it, slightly
overlapping the previous blow. By the
time the twentieth blow fell, Jay’s ass was a deep, uniform red. Nik stood over him, his body sheened with
sweat. He was panting for breath, his
left hand resting on Jay’s burning ass, his right hanging at his side. His palm was stinging from the force of his
blows. Jay’s skin was on fire. Almost absently Nik began kneading the heat
more deeply into Jay’s muscles, sending fire radiating through his entire body.
Jay’s
breathing was shallow, his mind floating in a cloudless sky as his body
recycled the pain into something that felt strangely like…pleasure. He’d often heard that was the case,
especially when a body was aroused as his was.
But this was the first time he was experiencing it himself.
“God, I love
your hot little ass.” Nik’s growly voice
seemed to come from a great distance, even though his mouth was right above
Jay’s ear. “Are you ready for the last
ten, boy?”
Jay could only
manage a low moan, which made Nik chuckle.
“I thought so.” As he
straightened, he grabbed the flat end of the plug in Jay’s ass and started
twisting it around and around, turning Jay’s moan into a warbling cry that
became a yell as Nik pulled the plug nearly all the way out. Then he stepped back and gave Jay a wallop
along the crack of his ass. The heel of
his hand shoved the plug all the way back in, his slightly cupped fingertips
laid a glancing blow against Jay’s dangling scrotum.
Jay’s head
jerked up and back and a yell ripped from his throat as pleasure/pain smashed
through him.
Again, Nik
twisted the plug and pulled it nearly all the way out, before ramming it back
in with another blow. He repeated this
seven more times, then straightened with difficulty, pulling the plug out one
last time. “Are you ready to come, boy?”
“Yes,
Daddy.” By now Jay was weeping openly,
unable to contain his sobs.
“And what do
you say to your Daddy for the gift he is about to give you?”
“Thank you,
Daddy.”
Nik drew back
his hand. As he let it fly, he yelled,
“Come, malchik moy! Come for your Daddy!”
Look for Passion’s Hope around mid-March, 2015.
AND DON’T FORGET THE SERIES THAT STARTED IT
ALL – LOVING SARAH, OWNING SARAH, AND
KEEPING SARAH.
LOVING SARAH
Eight years
ago Jesse Colter fled his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old Sarah
Marshall, broken-hearted and devastated.
Now a retired Navy SEAL, he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah
Marshall—preferably bound, naked, and on her knees before him.
She has never
forgotten Jesse. He’s been the object of
all her sexual fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star of nightly
dreams that have become increasingly erotic over the years. So when he suddenly reappears in her life,
she is torn. Can she trust him not to
hurt her, or will he once again break her heart? Warily, she agrees to let him introduce her
to his world—the world of bondage, Domination, and erotic slavery. When he also introduces her to his best
friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces a daunting future of sexual submission to
two powerful alpha males.
But Sarah
faces an even bigger challenge. Someone
is stalking her. Is it the old enemy who’s
just been released from prison? Or is it
someone else from her past who is determined to destroy any chance she has at
happiness? Can Adam’s and Jesse’s love
protect her? Or will her world explode
in a cataclysm of betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?
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OWNING SARAH
It’s been a
month since Sarah Marshall was kidnapped and held at knife-point by her
ex-fiance. But Jesse Colter and Adam
Sinclair, her two loving Doms, know that there is an even deadlier threat still
out there—Ryder Malone.
He blames both
Sarah and Jesse for sending him to prison eight years ago for attempted rape,
and he’s determined to make them pay.
So, he begins a systematic campaign of terror and intimidation against
them. But the danger he poses doesn’t
end there.
Set against
the deepening love and commitment between Sarah, Jesse, and Adam, Owning Sarah
is more than just a sexy, sensual, BDSM love story. It is a harrowing race against time for
Jesse, Adam, and a team of former SEALs to stop one of the biggest
arms-for-drugs deals in U.S. history.
And to rescue Sarah before Malone sells her to a human trafficker and
she’s lost to her men forever.
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KEEPING SARAH
Honeymooning
in England, Jesse Colter, Adam Sinclair and their beloved wife, Sarah, are
heading for their friend Thorne Cahill’s BDSM club for dinner when another car
deliberately tries to run them off the road.
Thanks to their own driver’s skills, the other car is destroyed, the two
unknown occupants killed.
Through
Thorne, they discover that they’re the targets of a “blood feud”, instigated by
Konstandin Sokolov, son of Viktor Sokolov, the Albanian mobster who had
unwisely kidnapped Sarah a few months back, and paid for it with his life. They also discover that Thorne’s guests,
ruthless human traffickers, have gathered for a slave auction being held the
following night. Konstandin Sokolov
happens to be one of the buyers.
Fraught with
treachery, betrayal, and deadly danger, Keeping Sarah keeps the reader on a
knife’s edge of tension, while simultaneously exploring the deepening emotional
commitment between Jesse and Adam. They
already trust each other with their lives.
Now they must learn how to trust each other with their love.
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AUTHOR
BIOGRAPHY
Julie Shelton
has always loved stories, both reading and writing them, ever since she was old
enough to hold a book in her hands. One
of her favorite childhood activities was smuggling books under the covers to
read by flashlight after she was supposed to be asleep.
A career as a
children’s librarian eventually led to her dream career as a freelance
storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated successfully for twenty-five
years. During that time she created and
wrote all the original material for a monthly language arts newsletter full of
poems, songs, puppet and flannel-board stories, fingerplays, and other resource
material for early childhood educators.
For that endeavor she won the prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best
educational newsletter of 1982. She has
also written other resource materials for preschool and early elementary
teachers.
Julie lives in
a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia. Now
widowed and retired, she once again has time to devote to her two favorite
things—reading and writing. “What’s not
to like?” she asks philosophically.
“It’s indoor work and doesn’t require a lot of heavy lifting.” You can learn more about Julie and her works
at the following links. Visit her
website to find out what’s coming up in the Doms of Passion Lake series.
Twitter: @JulieCShelton
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