<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:56:54.826-05:00</updated><category term='NOR'/><category term='Out Of Control'/><category term='Scarlet Rosette'/><category term='Sayde Grace'/><category term='2009'/><category term='Touch of the Demon'/><category term='Rawhide Angel'/><category term='Luna Zega'/><category term='highland'/><category term='Coming Soon'/><category term='Bite The Bullet'/><category term='Best Book Honor'/><category term='Multicultural'/><category term='The Artist&apos;s Way'/><category term='Erotic Romantic Suspense'/><category term='Becca Dale'/><category term='Christina 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A. Salo'/><category term='Southern Seduction'/><category term='Trailer'/><category term='Jingle All the Way'/><title type='text'>Wilder Roses</title><subtitle type='html'>The Wilder Roses is an imprint of the electronic publisher, The Wild Rose Press. We publish erotic romance novels, novellas, and short stories in all genre.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Wild Rose Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788008988163575341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-608108533771555275</id><published>2012-02-14T04:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T04:00:11.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha From Hawaii! by Lelani Black</title><content type='html'>Visiting the islands anytime soon? Bring lots of sunblock, and your joyful spirit of Aloha! It means Hello, and Goodbye…Here are a few interesting Hawaiian island facts...Movies/television series filmed in Hawaii or in a Hawaiian setting:Princess Kai’ulani, Lilo and Stitch, LOST, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Hawaii Five-0  (current series, ages ago the original show starred Jack Lord), Jurassic Park, Pearl Harbor (Ben Afflect, Kate Beckinsale, Josh Hartnett), Honeymoon in Vegas, Magnum PI &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3IbGO8E-0MQ/TzQHCsXYzxI/AAAAAAAAADs/dEB4xuz9rHQ/s1600/Occupy%2BKoi%2BPond%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3IbGO8E-0MQ/TzQHCsXYzxI/AAAAAAAAADs/dEB4xuz9rHQ/s320/Occupy%2BKoi%2BPond%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are the magnificent koi fish at the world-class shopping mall of Ala Moana Center, in Honolulu.Did you know...There are eight islands in the Hawaiian chain of islands. The Big Island of Hawaii boasts an active volcano, and snow capped mountaintops, coffee from the Kona region, and an island winery. Everyone is a minority in Hawaii, with many residents being of mixed race.  The rainiest place on earth is on the island of Kauai. Hawaii doesn’t observe Daylight Savings Time. Hawaii is the only state in the union that was an independent monarch state—the only state that possessed its own Hawaiian sovereignty until the monarchy was overthrown by a small, but powerful group of businessmen. In 1993, President Clinton signed a Congressional resolution in which the US government apologized to the Native Hawaiian people for its conspiracy, and role, in the illegal overthrow of the lawful island kingdom.  Iolani Palace, located in downtown Honolulu, is the only royal palace in the United States. Hawaii has cowboys!! Called paniolos, many are descendants of Mexican vaqueros invited to the islands to help Hawaiians manage cowherds that were running wild in the countryside. And now I give to you...Diamond Head!&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBGjNG1l2lU/TzQITC745FI/AAAAAAAAAD4/E6CVgnjhslU/s1600/Diamond%2BHead%252C%2BHawaii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBGjNG1l2lU/TzQITC745FI/AAAAAAAAAD4/E6CVgnjhslU/s320/Diamond%2BHead%252C%2BHawaii.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;* Lelani Black is a multi-published author of Erotic Romance. She was born and raised in the tropics and spent many lazy days on island beaches. She can be found in the midnight hour in front of her computer spinning  spicy stories that require romantic backdrops and sexy heroes and  heroines. Find her stories &lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=100"&gt;here at the Wilder Roses&lt;/a&gt; and visit her at her website. &lt;a href="http://www.lelaniblack.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.lelaniblack.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-608108533771555275?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/608108533771555275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=608108533771555275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/608108533771555275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/608108533771555275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2012/02/aloha-from-hawaii-by-lelani-black.html' title='Aloha From Hawaii! by Lelani Black'/><author><name>Lelani Black</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12101371664724173275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3IbGO8E-0MQ/TzQHCsXYzxI/AAAAAAAAADs/dEB4xuz9rHQ/s72-c/Occupy%2BKoi%2BPond%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-2779372604660953002</id><published>2012-02-10T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T00:05:01.242-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becca Dale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Restraint'/><title type='text'>Sweet Restraint by Becca Dale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-daq_a0_mWss/TxcCsqdlrkI/AAAAAAAAADs/2PlMc5U3MgE/s1600/SweetRestraint_w6873_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-daq_a0_mWss/TxcCsqdlrkI/AAAAAAAAADs/2PlMc5U3MgE/s320/SweetRestraint_w6873_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699026819796545090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet Restraint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Becca Dale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah Jensen’s well-planned life offers everything a woman could want  except a driving passion to override self-imposed rules. At  twenty-nine, the clock isn’t screaming, but it has begun to tick loudly,  so when a friend convinces her to attend a bridal blow-out sale, she’s  not exactly excited about the reminder that she is alone, especially  when a gorgeous man sweeps her into a sensual dance that threatens  everything she has ever believed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin Ferguson doesn’t believe love exists, but when he picks up the  tuxedos for his sister’s wedding, fate, lust, and the family curse throw  him a curve. Suddenly, he longs to convince the beautiful woman in  ivory that she should be his—at least until he can sate the sexual fire  she ignites. Yet, distrust born of disappointment and betrayal insists  he protect his heart from the lie of perpetual happiness shining in her  eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Savannah and Gavin dance, raw desire, too hot to ignore, sweeps  them toward insanity with nothing to cling to except sweet restraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=182&amp;amp;products_id=865"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read an excerpt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-2779372604660953002?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2779372604660953002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=2779372604660953002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2779372604660953002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2779372604660953002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2012/02/sweet-restraint-by-becca-dale.html' title='Sweet Restraint by Becca Dale'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369724912348834222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uznP0FRIZ38/SKWHQwJlncI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LNiPz7kQ4Xc/S220/Black-rose-VI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-daq_a0_mWss/TxcCsqdlrkI/AAAAAAAAADs/2PlMc5U3MgE/s72-c/SweetRestraint_w6873_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-503484431631965157</id><published>2012-02-03T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T00:05:00.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out Of Control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desiree Holt'/><title type='text'>Out Of Control by Desiree Holt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSYOYJn0oOQ/TxcEcNmRBDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_3MI9bgdHoE/s1600/OutOfControl_w6098_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSYOYJn0oOQ/TxcEcNmRBDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_3MI9bgdHoE/s320/OutOfControl_w6098_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699028736193659954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out Of Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Desiree Holt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty five years ago Carrie Nolan was the only victim to survive the  killing spree of a pedophile. Her life has been frozen in time, and not  even a move to a distant city and a name change has healed the wounds  that left her emotionally and sexually scarred. Determined finally to  reclaim her life, Carrie returns to High Ridge as multi-published crime  novelist, Dana Moretti, in hope of asking the questions that would lay  her nightmares to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheriff Cole Landry, came to High Ridge to escape the horrors of Iraq  and Afghanistan, but soon after the sexy author arrives and starts  poking her nose into matters best forgotten, his town once again becomes  the hunting ground of a ruthless killer. She's sure it's the same man,  and he's not all that convinced she's wrong. Keeping Dana safe means  keeping her close--very close--under his protection, under him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between her sexual need for Cole and the danger lurking behind every stranger's face, her world is spinning out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=182&amp;amp;products_id=864"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read an excerpt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-503484431631965157?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/503484431631965157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=503484431631965157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/503484431631965157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/503484431631965157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/02/out-of-control-by-desiree-holt.html' title='Out Of Control by Desiree Holt'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369724912348834222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uznP0FRIZ38/SKWHQwJlncI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LNiPz7kQ4Xc/S220/Black-rose-VI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSYOYJn0oOQ/TxcEcNmRBDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_3MI9bgdHoE/s72-c/OutOfControl_w6098_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-4772365345009796332</id><published>2012-01-27T00:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T00:05:01.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cowboy Kink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rawhide Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sayde Grace'/><title type='text'>Rawhide Angel by Sayde Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9osnljYj0AY/TxUI5NKawzI/AAAAAAAAADg/UFLqVI_TGMY/s1600/RawhideAngel_w6053_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9osnljYj0AY/TxUI5NKawzI/AAAAAAAAADg/UFLqVI_TGMY/s320/RawhideAngel_w6053_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698470682386154290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rawhide Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Sayde Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her father’s gambling debts about to ruin the family ranch, Saige  Thomely is determined to do whatever or whomever it takes to cover the  debts. Unfortunately for her, one man is a sure bet, the one cowboy  she’s tried to ignore for six months. The same cowboy who makes her body  and heart flame to life with each look. Saige is prepared to offer  herself in exchange for the money to cover the debts, but what she’s not  prepared for is losing her damaged heart to another cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night after night, for half a year, Chet Haskins has dreamed of having  the blonde and sexy as sin Saige Thomely in his bed, writhing under him.  At long last his dreams might become reality, only Chet’s heart wants  more than just a few nights of steamy sex. But will the ghost of past  relationships come between them? Or can Chet show the passionate Saige  he’s truly the one to save her ranch and her heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=182&amp;amp;products_id=863"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read an excerpt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-4772365345009796332?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4772365345009796332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=4772365345009796332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/4772365345009796332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/4772365345009796332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2012/01/rawhide-angel-by-sayde-grace.html' title='Rawhide Angel by Sayde Grace'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369724912348834222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uznP0FRIZ38/SKWHQwJlncI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LNiPz7kQ4Xc/S220/Black-rose-VI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9osnljYj0AY/TxUI5NKawzI/AAAAAAAAADg/UFLqVI_TGMY/s72-c/RawhideAngel_w6053_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-6508164261835201204</id><published>2012-01-23T00:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T08:09:10.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Good Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nona Raines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary romance'/><title type='text'>Treat yourself this month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3deFwbdBW3U/TxyHS5w8xKI/AAAAAAAAABI/hZPnXvj4pjA/s1600/OneGoodMan_w5874_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700579987157730466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3deFwbdBW3U/TxyHS5w8xKI/AAAAAAAAABI/hZPnXvj4pjA/s200/OneGoodMan_w5874_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's an average day like for you? Chances are you wake early every morning, hustle your family out of bed, fix breakfast, see that the children get washed and dressed, look for lost library books, find matching socks, and get everyone out the door in time for school and work. Then you may need to get yourself to work and you already feel as though you've put in a full day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe like me, you're helping to care for an elderly parent. If you were to knock at my door on a given morning, you'd likely still find me in PJs, hurrying to feed the cats, walk the dogs and get Mom ready for her Senior Day Program. We all have busy lives. We care for our family members because we love them. But let's remember to love ourselves, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;January is "Love Yourself Month." It's often hard, between work and family obligations to find time for ourselves. And sometimes when we do find a bit of time, we feel guilty. But how can we take care of others if we don't take care of ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try to do something special for yourself today, even if it's something small. Treat yourself. One of my favorite treats is losing myself in a good book. Preferably a romance! That's why I'm giving away a free copy of my first book "One Good Man" (an erotic romance) to a random commenter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your favorite way to treat yourself? Please leave a comment and share! Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nona Raines&lt;br /&gt;Hot Contemporary Romance&lt;br /&gt;Edgy~Emotional~Erotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nonaraines.com/"&gt;http://www.nonaraines.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"One Good Man":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one touch...that’s all Andie Benedetto wants when she glimpses her father’s sexy neighbor. Images of deep, long kisses and down and dirty sex heat up her fantasies. When he catches her watching him, she’s embarrassed but undeniably turned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one weekend...that’s all Matthew Vostek can offer Andie. He recognizes her shyness, but also senses her desire, the same desire he feels. Maybe they can fulfill each other’s hottest fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an adventure...that’s what Andie tells herself. Tired of playing the good girl, she’s ready to accept Matthew’s challenge and enjoy the most exciting sexual escapade of her life. But when the weekend is over, will Andie finally take what she wants instead of settling for second best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an excerpt and more information, click &lt;a href="http://www.nonaraines.com/credits.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To purchase "One Good Man", click &lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=88&amp;amp;products_id=836"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-6508164261835201204?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6508164261835201204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=6508164261835201204' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/6508164261835201204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/6508164261835201204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2012/01/treat-yourself-this-month.html' title='Treat yourself this month!'/><author><name>Nona Raines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14293846097701174496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3deFwbdBW3U/TxyHS5w8xKI/AAAAAAAAABI/hZPnXvj4pjA/s72-c/OneGoodMan_w5874_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-8476833425649364149</id><published>2012-01-20T00:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T00:05:01.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='werecat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paranormal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melissa Snark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Cat&apos;s Tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='werewolf'/><title type='text'>A Cat's Tale by Melissa Snark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xaFgIF6tNCM/Twr7XrvnIuI/AAAAAAAAADU/mbnlJCaJJso/s1600/ACatsTale_w6539_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xaFgIF6tNCM/Twr7XrvnIuI/AAAAAAAAADU/mbnlJCaJJso/s320/ACatsTale_w6539_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695641063061398242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Cat's Tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Melissa Snark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alpha werewolf, Jared Kohl, wakes up in a vampire’s dungeon, swearing revenge upon the wily Siamese werecat who lured him there with her sultry lips and the sweetest tail. To escape his undead captor, all he has to do is seduce the skittish puss and show her that trust is often a hot and hard lesson to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enslaved feline shifter, Josephine Young, has learned the hard way not to believe in anything or anyone—not men, not love, and certainly not the blood-sucking mistress who tossed her into the cage with the hungry beast she’d betrayed. But Josephine does what she must to survive, including tempting the dominant werewolf to give her more than promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imprisoned for their blood, Jared and Josephine fight for survival and discover a passion that neither can walk away from. Can these two predators survive long enough to prove that cats and dogs can be more than enemies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=182&amp;amp;products_id=860"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read an excerpt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-8476833425649364149?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8476833425649364149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=8476833425649364149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8476833425649364149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8476833425649364149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2012/01/cats-tale-by-melissa-snark.html' title='A Cat&apos;s Tale by Melissa Snark'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369724912348834222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uznP0FRIZ38/SKWHQwJlncI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LNiPz7kQ4Xc/S220/Black-rose-VI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xaFgIF6tNCM/Twr7XrvnIuI/AAAAAAAAADU/mbnlJCaJJso/s72-c/ACatsTale_w6539_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-3364912963179655293</id><published>2012-01-13T00:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:05:02.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luna Zega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern Seduction'/><title type='text'>Southern Seduction by Luna Zega</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lnLkA_bj3Ew/TwjyPBkUPsI/AAAAAAAAADI/riTqrS4E5Ow/s1600/SouthernSeduction_w6758_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lnLkA_bj3Ew/TwjyPBkUPsI/AAAAAAAAADI/riTqrS4E5Ow/s320/SouthernSeduction_w6758_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695068068742708930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Southern Seduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Luna Zega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramona Squires fell in the love with Ross Spears the first day she saw  him in the second grade. Twenty-two years later when his truck breaks  down in front of her house, she discovers that her crush wasn't  unrequited. Neither had the guts to reveal their true feelings when they  were teenagers. After years of wild, erotic wet dreams, will reality  live up to the fantasy? Or will it be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=182&amp;amp;products_id=859"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read an excerpt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-3364912963179655293?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3364912963179655293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=3364912963179655293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3364912963179655293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3364912963179655293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2012/01/southern-seduction-by-luna-zega.html' title='Southern Seduction by Luna Zega'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369724912348834222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uznP0FRIZ38/SKWHQwJlncI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LNiPz7kQ4Xc/S220/Black-rose-VI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lnLkA_bj3Ew/TwjyPBkUPsI/AAAAAAAAADI/riTqrS4E5Ow/s72-c/SouthernSeduction_w6758_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-3033200933744108081</id><published>2012-01-11T05:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T05:00:09.775-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riding Rodeo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twice is Not Enough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma Lai'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Possibilities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Last year saw the publication of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQRvbSb4K5Q/Tws2zRJ0oyI/AAAAAAAABEM/e4-6q-XD2Js/s1600/TwiceIsNotEnough_w4388_300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQRvbSb4K5Q/Tws2zRJ0oyI/AAAAAAAABEM/e4-6q-XD2Js/s1600/TwiceIsNotEnough_w4388_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=87&amp;amp;products_id=804"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Twice is Not Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;"&gt;After several disastrous engagements, Lady Minerva Peters is an expert at suppressing her own needs. Only in the darkness of night does she give in to her wanton desires with a fantasy lover.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;"&gt;In the middle of a crowded ballroom, she learns her father is not yet ready to let her fade into spinsterhood. Humiliated, she ducks into a dark alcove only to find out she's not alone. Her hiding spot is occupied by a captivating stranger. Before she can escape, the two become voyeurs to another couple’s sexual rendezvous. The atmosphere heats up and so does her body, especially with the tempting offers whispered in her ear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Will Minerva deny her needs once again or will she embrace the anonymity of their seclusion and finally explore her basic impulses and the startling attraction to the compelling mystery man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0hpq9ipYZUs/Tws2sTO41tI/AAAAAAAABEE/JCpZqO2oSc4/s1600/RidingRodeo_w5879_300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0hpq9ipYZUs/Tws2sTO41tI/AAAAAAAABEE/JCpZqO2oSc4/s1600/RidingRodeo_w5879_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=86&amp;amp;products_id=851"&gt;Riding Rodeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;"&gt;The last person Amanda Goodson expected to walk into her bakery was Sean Cassidy, the bareback bronc rider who rode her hard one night and left without a good-bye the next day. Since then, she'd sworn off one-night stands and cowboys, but one look at the man she called Rodeo leaves her hankering for another ride.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;"&gt;A nasty injury ended Sean's career and left him with nothing but time to contemplate past sins, especially the most damning one...walking out on Amanda, the one woman he couldn't forget. Eager to right the biggest mistake of his life, he finds Amanda--and learns he has competition. Never one to back down from a challenge, he offers to fulfill her darkest fantasy--taking two cowboys for a ride.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;"&gt;When the dust settles, will Sean's plan to win Amanda's trust backfire or will she risk her heart for one more shot at Riding Rodeo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I'm pleased to announce I'm nearing completion of a sequel to Twice. (It should be ready for submission by the end of the month.) So, stay-tuned for news. You can also check my blog at &lt;a href="http://emmalaiwrites.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://emmalaiwrites.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for updates on this and other titles in progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-3033200933744108081?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3033200933744108081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=3033200933744108081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3033200933744108081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3033200933744108081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-new-possibilities.html' title='New Year, New Possibilities'/><author><name>Emma Lai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575747694031510440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fCIltC_3jwY/TB0IhfVVX4I/AAAAAAAAAs8/_FyB48_y_Rg/S220/myspace-icons-fantasy54.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQRvbSb4K5Q/Tws2zRJ0oyI/AAAAAAAABEM/e4-6q-XD2Js/s72-c/TwiceIsNotEnough_w4388_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-32011093616462775</id><published>2012-01-04T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:32:14.795-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scarlet Rose'/><title type='text'>Boys of Summer - Special Call For Submissions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span   &gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;The  Wilder Roses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;Call For  Submissions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys of  Summer&lt;/strong&gt; (Stories to Release May 2012 – Sept 2012)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;The boys of  summer are ready to turn up the heat. The Wild Rose Press is looking for your  hottest m/m erotic stories from 5K to 20K for the Scarlet Rose line. Is your  hero sweating on the ball field, ripping up the waves as he hang tens, or is he  striker on the soccer field scoring more than goals? We want summer themed  stories with hot men in hot situations. Bring the heat and bring the boys of  summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;If you are  interested in writing for this series, please email a brief (two paragraph)  synopsis of your story idea to &lt;a href="mailto:diana@thewildrosepress.com" target="_blank"&gt;diana@thewildrosepress.com&lt;/a&gt;. We're looking for stories with  strong summer elements and and those that relate to summer activities. In other  words, lots of fun in the sun and hot sweaty/wet bodies.We want a variation on  summer themes so this will be part of the consideration for stories selected for  the series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deadline  for submission is March 1, 2012.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;If you have any questions,  contact Diana at &lt;a href="mailto:diana@thewildrosepress.com" target="_blank"&gt;diana@thewildrosepress.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-32011093616462775?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/32011093616462775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=32011093616462775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/32011093616462775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/32011093616462775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2012/01/boys-of-summer-special-call-for.html' title='Boys of Summer - Special Call For Submissions'/><author><name>The Wild Rose Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788008988163575341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-8073165136838128385</id><published>2011-12-22T03:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T03:12:00.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Are you running around searching for the perfect christmas gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are you done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I like to do my shopping early. I don't like to fight crowds and enjoy when the holiday season is over so I can shop without having to wait in long lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday season will be quiet in my house. No out of town guest or big meal to fix. We are taking it easy and enjoy a quiet affair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some may question as to what makes this day any different than all the rest. To me its knowing that its Christmas and I have the ones I love near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be days that I won't so each time I have my family with me is a special day. And I personally can't have too many of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope this holiday season you have the ones you love near. For me its the best gift, I could possibly ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anitaphilmar.com/"&gt;www.anitaphilmar.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-8073165136838128385?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8073165136838128385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=8073165136838128385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8073165136838128385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8073165136838128385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/12/week-of-christmas.html' title='Week of Christmas'/><author><name>Anita Philmar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103703780649491282540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q1r-7eWS5Xo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2lwBP9CiRlU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-2426413578935471851</id><published>2011-12-18T00:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T00:05:01.615-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cowboy Kink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Callie Croix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dillon&apos;s Claim'/><title type='text'>Dillon's Claim by Callie Croix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-292hxhl0VMI/TtPHru_BqDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/I9ZhQAoWZnQ/s1600/DillonsClaim_w6678_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-292hxhl0VMI/TtPHru_BqDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/I9ZhQAoWZnQ/s320/DillonsClaim_w6678_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680103109205010482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dillon's Claim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Callie Croix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charissa Myers attends a bachelorette weekend at a Texas guest ranch,  knowing she'll have to confront Dillon Dumen. The sexy cowboy is  everything she's ever wanted in a man but, gun-shy after a previous BDSM  encounter gone bad, she denied her need to submit to the irresistible  Dom. She expects his anger, but what she doesn't expect is Dillon's  determination to finish what they started all those months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon doesn't understand what spooked Charissa in the first place, but  now that she's on his turf, he wants a hell of a lot more from her than  answers. He's got two days to weaken her resistance and stake his claim  once and for all. And this time, he's not letting her go without a  fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=182&amp;amp;products_id=858"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read an excerpt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-2426413578935471851?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2426413578935471851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=2426413578935471851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2426413578935471851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2426413578935471851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/12/dillons-claim-by-callie-croix.html' title='Dillon&apos;s Claim by Callie Croix'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369724912348834222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uznP0FRIZ38/SKWHQwJlncI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LNiPz7kQ4Xc/S220/Black-rose-VI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-292hxhl0VMI/TtPHru_BqDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/I9ZhQAoWZnQ/s72-c/DillonsClaim_w6678_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-1488641676916704865</id><published>2011-12-16T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T03:00:17.834-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deacon&apos;s Touch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cowboy Kink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Callie Croix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dillon&apos;s Claim'/><title type='text'>Dominant Alpha Male Cowboy Smexin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x7bEAY7HwzU/TupB394zrJI/AAAAAAAAADo/gcftR-XhZxw/s1600/DillonsClaim_w6678_300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x7bEAY7HwzU/TupB394zrJI/AAAAAAAAADo/gcftR-XhZxw/s1600/DillonsClaim_w6678_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, hello there! I'm pleased to be here today to introduce you to Dillon Dumen, the eldest brother at Dumen Ranch. He served time in the Army as a non-commissioned officer, and still carries that air of absolute authority in everything he does--including how he treats a woman in the bedroom. *shiver*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=182&amp;amp;products_id=858"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dillon's Claim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is the standalone sequel to &lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=87&amp;amp;products_id=840"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deacon's Touch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, also a part of the Dume Ranch series here at The Wilder Rose Press. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an early Christmas present I'm giving away a digital copy of sexy Dillon's book (details at end of post), so I hope you'll enter the contest for a chance to take this delicious cowboy home with you for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blurb:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Charissa Myers attends a bachelorette weekend at a Texas guest ranch, knowing she’ll have to confront Dillon Dumen. The sexy cowboy is everything she’s ever wanted in a man but, gun-shy after a previous BDSM encounter gone bad, she denied her need to submit to the irresistible Dom. She expects his anger, but what she doesn’t expect is Dillon’s determination to finish what they started all those months ago.&lt;br /&gt;Dillon doesn’t understand what spooked Charissa in the first place, but now that she’s on his turf, he wants a hell of a lot more from her than answers. He’s got two days to weaken her resistance and stake his claim once and for all. And this time, he’s not letting her go without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shock rippled through her at the sensual feel of his mouth on hers. Her hands immediately went to his shoulders, palms pressing against the contours of solid muscle. He didn’t let go, the gentle pressure of his hand at her nape reinforcing his control and heightening all her senses. The kiss was hard, possessive, but his lips were soft and warm on hers. A startled moan escaped, her body tingling with a rush of pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;She wanted this. Had craved it for so long. God help her, her fingers curled around his shoulders instead of pushing him away. Her lips softened and parted beneath his, the tender stroke of his tongue making her sex clench in anguish. He kissed her like he’d been dying to taste her, licking and caressing all the sensitive places inside her mouth, that strong hand cradling the back of her neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;All too soon, he pulled back, leaving her hot, confused. Wanting more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Dillon raised a hand and trailed a questioning fingertip over her cheekbone, holding her spellbound. “Something spooked you the last time I did that,” he said in a low voice, his eyes far too knowing. “What was it? This?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Before she could pull away, he threaded his other hand into her hair and held her head still. Letting her feel a taste of his&amp;nbsp;authority, making her even wetter at the thought of exactly how it would translate into the bedroom. The dominant side of him frightened her as much as it aroused her. She swallowed, hating the betraying stillness in her body as she softened, wordlessly affirming her desire to give up control. His steely eyes pinned her mercilessly, gauging her reaction, watching for any sign of vulnerability. This was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;predator &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;she’d sensed lurking inside him, and this time there was no escape. She closed her eyes to block out his scrutiny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;“Look at me,” he commanded softly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Fighting with herself, she drew a deep breath and forced herself to meet his gaze. She swallowed again as his long fingers rubbed against her scalp, his grip commanding, yet so tender it tied her in knots. For the life of her, she couldn’t make herself pull away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;“What were you so scared of, Charissa? Maybe this?” He bent and brushed his mouth over hers. Gently this time, a beguiling caress of lips and tongue that made her catch her breath, press closer to him. Tempting her in ways a more forceful touch never could have. The man was lethal with his mouth. She could just imagine how well he’d use the rest of his body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;*end excerpt*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This story oughtta keep you warm this holiday season! Hope you enjoy Dillon as much as Charissa does ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;To enter the contest, tell me your favorite sexy alpha male hero and what you love about him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Callie Croix&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.calliecroix.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;www.calliecroix.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-1488641676916704865?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1488641676916704865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=1488641676916704865' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1488641676916704865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1488641676916704865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/12/dominant-alpha-male-cowboy-smexin.html' title='Dominant Alpha Male Cowboy Smexin&apos;'/><author><name>Callie Croix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399800071597564487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UFOZa6wU3kI/TlgJHBfFbmI/AAAAAAAAABg/c1Yex8Jsixk/s220/Callie%2BCroix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x7bEAY7HwzU/TupB394zrJI/AAAAAAAAADo/gcftR-XhZxw/s72-c/DillonsClaim_w6678_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-8800173324603795084</id><published>2011-12-09T00:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T00:05:00.446-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inter-Office Relations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louisa Masters'/><title type='text'>Inter-Office Relations by Louisa Masters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3mIVQFg4mFg/TtPEFIAyqxI/AAAAAAAAACw/eENsdexKXKs/s1600/InterOfficeRelations_w5358_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3mIVQFg4mFg/TtPEFIAyqxI/AAAAAAAAACw/eENsdexKXKs/s320/InterOfficeRelations_w5358_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680099147373521682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inter-Office Relations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Louisa Masters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her resignation submitted, Jeannie Price has one last task she's  itching to perform before leaving her job. After months of sitting next  to hot, sexy colleague Tim Harding, it’s time to turn fantasy into  reality with a scorching invitation to collaborate on matters of the  flesh in Conference Room B. Then she can walk away without regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim’s dreams of wild, sweaty sex with Jeannie come true when he accepts  her offer, but he's stunned to learn she doesn't want to see him again  after their steamy tryst. She may be trying to brush him off as just one  more item on her To-Do List, but he’s determined to convince her  there’s nothing taboo about inter-office relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=182&amp;amp;products_id=857"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read an excerpt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-8800173324603795084?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8800173324603795084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=8800173324603795084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8800173324603795084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8800173324603795084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/12/inter-office-relations-by-louisa.html' title='Inter-Office Relations by Louisa Masters'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369724912348834222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uznP0FRIZ38/SKWHQwJlncI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LNiPz7kQ4Xc/S220/Black-rose-VI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3mIVQFg4mFg/TtPEFIAyqxI/AAAAAAAAACw/eENsdexKXKs/s72-c/InterOfficeRelations_w5358_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-1882946113288299901</id><published>2011-12-08T04:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T04:04:00.422-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anita Philmar'/><title type='text'>Sexy Ideas for the Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The holidays can be a stressful time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Remember to spend some time with the ones you love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sing a few Christmas&amp;nbsp;carols. Some of them can bring back special memories of time you spent together in the past.&amp;nbsp;"I'll be home for Christmas is one that can make me cry every time I hear it."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;No one likes to be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b56wbWCJFgA/Tt5OMHEV-4I/AAAAAAAAAgg/3F0uXvw5Nd0/s1600/piano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b56wbWCJFgA/Tt5OMHEV-4I/AAAAAAAAAgg/3F0uXvw5Nd0/s320/piano.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if you're like me and can't play the piano and get a cold every Christmas so my sing voice goes on the&amp;nbsp;fritz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSLF22SEKq4/Tt5PUraqnvI/AAAAAAAAAgo/dX1JGeTcDIo/s1600/XmasAnita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSLF22SEKq4/Tt5PUraqnvI/AAAAAAAAAgo/dX1JGeTcDIo/s320/XmasAnita.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why not just have a relaxing evening by your Christmas tree or in front of a roaring fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make it fancy or a lot of work. Just a simple time to enjoy the company of the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like either one of these ideas, try lying in bed with a good book--the hotter the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Rose Press is having a number of books on sale this month. Check them out and sign up for the newsletter for even more deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also remember to download free the Wild Rose Press cookbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/"&gt;http://www.thewildrosepress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a wonderful holiday season,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita Philmar&lt;br /&gt;www.anitaphilmar.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-1882946113288299901?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1882946113288299901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=1882946113288299901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1882946113288299901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1882946113288299901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/12/sexy-ideas-for-holidays.html' title='Sexy Ideas for the Holidays'/><author><name>Anita Philmar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103703780649491282540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q1r-7eWS5Xo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2lwBP9CiRlU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b56wbWCJFgA/Tt5OMHEV-4I/AAAAAAAAAgg/3F0uXvw5Nd0/s72-c/piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-1174953800811580472</id><published>2011-12-02T00:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T00:01:01.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Operation: Tempt Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christina James'/><title type='text'>Operation: Tempt Me by Christina James</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMePXrA1UaU/TrMkRZFLXcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XgHtXmqpXbQ/s1600/OperationTemptMe_w6438_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px; height: 300px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670916236998565314" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMePXrA1UaU/TrMkRZFLXcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XgHtXmqpXbQ/s320/OperationTemptMe_w6438_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Operation: Tempt Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Christina James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Librarian Cambrie Brasher has been given an ultimatum—win the grant for the library or lose her job. To accomplish the task, Cambrie needs a man. Not just any man, a military man willing to be her pen pal. Thanks to an old friend, Cambrie connects with Miller Daly, a sexy Navy SEAL who ignites her sensual side and promises to make her hottest dreams a reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lieutenant Miller Daly has been haunted by dreams of a woman he’s never met. Thanks to the machinations of his former commander, he’s saddled with some frumpy librarian who wants to be his cyber pal. What he really needs is a cyber siren TO take his mind OFF his mission and give him the opportunity to play out some of his most erotic fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambrie is no frump and she shares Miller’s interest in a hot affair. Unfortunately, he’s always in another corner of the world and Cambrie is devoted to the frail aunt who raised her. They must steal every steamy moment together, but how long can the fires of their passion sustain them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=182&amp;amp;products_id=853"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read an excerpt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-1174953800811580472?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1174953800811580472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=1174953800811580472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1174953800811580472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1174953800811580472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/12/operation-tempt-me-by-christina-james.html' title='Operation: Tempt Me by Christina James'/><author><name>Diana Carlile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04798176517179247122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMePXrA1UaU/TrMkRZFLXcI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XgHtXmqpXbQ/s72-c/OperationTemptMe_w6438_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-7100419411271894293</id><published>2011-11-28T08:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:54:13.295-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scarlet editor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strong characters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lori lebonde'/><title type='text'>Characters Who Inspire, Tuna Fish Sandwiches, and Not Giving Up by Lori Lebonde</title><content type='html'>How many times have you considered tossing in the towel on a manuscript you know is good but you’re sick of working on it? Or maybe it’s close but just not coming together like it should, so you shove it away, hoping it will age well, like fine wine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do you shudder at the idea of revising, editing, and proofreading your manuscript as many as seventy-two times? (Yes, that’s the latest statistic I’ve heard from successful, multi-pubbed authors.) Perfecting your craft and fine-tuning your manuscript is tough work and not for the faint of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a leaf out of your own book and do what your characters do: they persevere. They don’t give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your characters confront external obstacles, do they shrug and walk away? No. When their goals are too distant to grasp, do your characters decide those goals aren’t really worth the effort after all? Unlikely. When your characters’ motivations evolve and reshape their thoughts and actions in scary or unfamiliar ways, do they race back to their comfort zones—and stay there? No—not if your plot and character arcs progress properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or what about the young men on my local high school football team, which was undefeated…until yesterday? Those boys worked hard seven days a week, often in the cold and pouring rain, to finish their season only one game away from the state championship—a new record for our town. The student fans, parents, and community members who attended every game (sometimes driving hours each way  and usually filling the visitors’ stands more than the home team stands were) were so supportive of those boys that newspaper articles mentioned the team’s “twelfth man on the field” and its impact on the team’s success and morale. One fan’s story sticks in my mind: She didn’t have a son on the team, yet she made a protein-packed tuna fish sandwich every week for the team’s running back—despite being at her mother’s side nearly 24/7 for weeks following the mother’s October heart attack and subsequent bypass surgery. Some weeks the woman used high-end tuna, or more expensive bread, or fat-free mayonnaise, all in an effort to keep the sandwich interesting and to give the player even a tiny edge—or so she said. In reality, she demonstrated and reciprocated the boys’ inspiring commitment to their goals, and overcame roadblocks and challenges and turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where do these football players and fans—and your own book’s characters—draw their strength to trudge onward, despite the obstacles, the big goals, and the unknown path to the end zone—or the happily ever after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, actually, where the real-life characters draw their strength from. It’s different for each of us, I bet. But your fictional characters get their determination from you. You created them and festooned them with their traits—good and bad—and imbued them with appropriate goals, motivations, and conflicts. You’ve given birth to them. They’re yours. And, once born, they will always exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can use them to help inspire yourself—to persevere, to not give up, to forge ahead, and to tackle the obstacles, including the internal ones. You’ve created those characters and guided them to a happily ever after, so you have it in you to do the same for yourself and finish your manuscript. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And along the way, eat a tuna fish sandwich or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Lori LeBonde&lt;br /&gt;Scarlet Rose Editor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-7100419411271894293?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7100419411271894293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=7100419411271894293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7100419411271894293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7100419411271894293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/inspirational-characters-tuna-fish.html' title='Characters Who Inspire, Tuna Fish Sandwiches, and Not Giving Up by Lori Lebonde'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369724912348834222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uznP0FRIZ38/SKWHQwJlncI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LNiPz7kQ4Xc/S220/Black-rose-VI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-5162052273425325379</id><published>2011-11-24T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:53:57.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5z_YwuS3l4/TsqbFvXS_uI/AAAAAAAAAfA/0q5q6h-xy7k/s1600/Thanksgiving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5z_YwuS3l4/TsqbFvXS_uI/AAAAAAAAAfA/0q5q6h-xy7k/s320/Thanksgiving.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have to say I love Thanksgiving. Family, food and football, what more could anyone ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Now for a number of years, you would have found me in the kitchen, cooking turkey, dressing and mash potatoes--no pies. Never cared much for the crust and my family didn't like them much either so I didn't make them. I enjoyed instead making divinity and fudge. Wish I could tell you I had a secret recipe but I used the fudge recipe on the back of the marshmallow creme jar. The divinity, I use the recipe in my microwave book, easier than having to stand over it and stir continuously. ( I have tried putting different flavorings in the mix and like to add crush peppermint candy to the recipe.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This year, my husband and I are celebrating the holiday alone. My boys are staying at college and coming home in a few weeks for Christmas. The question we've been asking ourselves for a number of days now is what do we want to eat for Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Turkey? No, too much.(We'd be eating turkey for weeks.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Seafood, steak, prime rib? No, not really sticking with the season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So what did we decide on? Cornish Hen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We each get a little bird of our own without the huge leftover fest later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A small box of dressing, gravy, rolls and a dessert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Simple but not a lot of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Now, time for football and calls to family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A great holiday to relax and enjoy the man I love - what could be better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hope you have a great day too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Anita Philmar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anitaphilmar.com/"&gt;http://www.anitaphilmar.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Latest release "Texas Passion" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-5162052273425325379?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5162052273425325379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=5162052273425325379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5162052273425325379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5162052273425325379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Anita Philmar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103703780649491282540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q1r-7eWS5Xo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2lwBP9CiRlU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5z_YwuS3l4/TsqbFvXS_uI/AAAAAAAAAfA/0q5q6h-xy7k/s72-c/Thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-364382306753885258</id><published>2011-11-18T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T03:00:05.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Painted With Pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dena de Paulo'/><title type='text'>Painted With Pleasure by Dena de Paulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIljdfqbBjU/Tq1n6krWecI/AAAAAAAAACk/ng2MlZagPQQ/s1600/PaintedWithPleasure_w6182_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIljdfqbBjU/Tq1n6krWecI/AAAAAAAAACk/ng2MlZagPQQ/s320/PaintedWithPleasure_w6182_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669301761904900546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Painted With Pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Dena de Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurel Stevens's professionalism has earned her the opportunity to  orchestrate one of Spain's most important art events of the year. She  needs the Lunera Exhibition to go off without a hitch, to assure her  dream position back home in the States. But when sexy Spanish artist,  Alejandro Lunera, introduces her to desires she's never known, she's  tempted to risk everything she's worked for to spend one night in his  arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro has built his career celebrating the sensual side of women  through paint, but he's tired of the clientele his work attracts. He  needs a new direction...a new muse. And he's found her. The intriguing  Laurel rekindles his passion for color and inspires him to create  again...to paint the woman of his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can Alejandro convince Laurel to choose the passion and love he offers,  or will their time together become no more than a moment painted with  pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=182&amp;amp;products_id=852"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read an excerpt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-364382306753885258?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/364382306753885258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=364382306753885258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/364382306753885258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/364382306753885258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/painted-with-pleasure-by-dena-de-paulo.html' title='Painted With Pleasure by Dena de Paulo'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369724912348834222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uznP0FRIZ38/SKWHQwJlncI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LNiPz7kQ4Xc/S220/Black-rose-VI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIljdfqbBjU/Tq1n6krWecI/AAAAAAAAACk/ng2MlZagPQQ/s72-c/PaintedWithPleasure_w6182_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-711703817088462456</id><published>2011-11-14T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T00:01:03.770-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scarlet Line'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Good Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nona Raines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Senior Pets and Scarlet Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AOtJh50Kgtk/TsB9wQpbr4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/DlXU5M0cQis/s1600/OneGoodMan_w5874_680.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AOtJh50Kgtk/TsB9wQpbr4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/DlXU5M0cQis/s200/OneGoodMan_w5874_680.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674673798542765954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANEw9SJy5Sg/TsB8QMwLIjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kMGA79HhFVQ/s1600/DSC01226.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANEw9SJy5Sg/TsB8QMwLIjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kMGA79HhFVQ/s200/DSC01226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674672148229857842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Did you know that November is "Adopt a Senior Pet Month?" Sure, those puppies and kittens are adorable, but nothing beats the loyalty and love that an older pet can give.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;I can attest to that personally. My own dog Leonardo(pictured above) is half Lab and half who-knows-what and is thirteen years old. A loveable guy, he seems to be going through a second childhood. He's up to one of the tricks he played when he was a pup, namely counter-surfing. Recent items that have "mysteriously disappeared" include a package of hamburger buns, a box of donut holes and half a stick of butter. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;You might be wondering what senior pets have to do with romance. Well, in first my Scarlet Rose novel, "One Good Man", an aging Golden Retriever named Daisy plays a special role. In a sense, she's the catalyst that gets my hero and heroine together.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Andie Benedetto is dog-sitting for her father when she first takes notice of studly Matthew Vostek, her dad's neighbor. But Andie's interest is far more than neighborly. Stung by her boyfriend's sudden need for "space", she fantasizes about a hot, no-strings affair. When those fantasies become reality, Andie finds that she wants more—much more—from Matthew than just sex. But will she overcome her own fears to show him that he is the one good man she needs? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;In addition to Daisy, Matthew's dogs Marilyn and Angel add fun to the story. I've always liked stories with animal characters and enjoy including them in my books.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Do you have a pet? Whether he's old or young, add a comment and brag about him! And if you're in the market for a new animal companion, remember, there are a lot of advantages to adopting an older pet!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;For more information about adopting a senior pet, click &lt;a href="http://www.aspca.org/adoption/adoption-tips/reasons-to-adopt-an-older-dog.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New'; line-height: 18px; "&gt;To purchase "One Good Man" click &lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=88&amp;amp;products_id=836"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nonaraines.com/"&gt;Nona Raines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-711703817088462456?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/711703817088462456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=711703817088462456' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/711703817088462456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/711703817088462456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/senior-pets-and-scarlet-roses.html' title='Senior Pets and Scarlet Roses'/><author><name>Nona Raines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14293846097701174496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AOtJh50Kgtk/TsB9wQpbr4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/DlXU5M0cQis/s72-c/OneGoodMan_w5874_680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-6490452838442610170</id><published>2011-11-11T05:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T05:00:03.643-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cowboy Kink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riding Rodeo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma Lai'/><title type='text'>Riding Rodeo Release Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGeiAakOY_U/TrqycVo-FTI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/sEt6tEt43eI/s1600/RidingRodeo_w5879_300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGeiAakOY_U/TrqycVo-FTI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/sEt6tEt43eI/s1600/RidingRodeo_w5879_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Riding Rodeo releases today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when a story practically writes itself. I had the opening scene written for this story, but no real idea where to take it. Then I saw the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://wildrosepress.us/publisher/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2595&amp;amp;Itemid=218"&gt;Submission Call&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for Cowboy Kink and everything just fell into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been around cowboys all my life, and while they know how to doff their hats, call all women "ma'am" and open doors, there's an earthy, rugged, yumminess that just makes knees weak. I've never figured out if it's the tight jeans, cowboy hat, or merely the confidence which comes through in every step, every slight movement of their bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, does it really matter? Cowboys are sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;The last person Amanda Goodson expected to walk into her bakery was Sean Cassidy, the bareback bronc rider who rode her hard one night and left without a good-bye the next day. Since then, she'd sworn off one-night stands and cowboys, but one look at the man she called Rodeo leaves her hankering for another ride.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;A nasty injury ended Sean's career and left him with nothing but time to contemplate past sins, especially the most damning one...walking out on Amanda, the one woman he couldn't forget. Eager to right the biggest mistake of his life, he finds Amanda--and learns he has competition. Never one to back down from a challenge, he offers to fulfill her darkest fantasy--taking two cowboys for a ride.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;When the dust settles, will Sean's plan to win Amanda's trust backfire or will she risk her heart for one more shot at Riding Rodeo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be giving away a copy to one lucky person who comments by noon Monday CST. If you just can't wait though, click &lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=851"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to buy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-6490452838442610170?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6490452838442610170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=6490452838442610170' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/6490452838442610170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/6490452838442610170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/riding-rodeo-release-day.html' title='Riding Rodeo Release Day!'/><author><name>Emma Lai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575747694031510440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fCIltC_3jwY/TB0IhfVVX4I/AAAAAAAAAs8/_FyB48_y_Rg/S220/myspace-icons-fantasy54.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGeiAakOY_U/TrqycVo-FTI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/sEt6tEt43eI/s72-c/RidingRodeo_w5879_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-5334866994784287899</id><published>2011-11-11T03:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T03:00:12.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cowboy Kink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riding Rodeo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Menage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma Lai'/><title type='text'>Riding Rodeo by Emma Lai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWjwCpj-ORI/Tq1nE8BGTLI/AAAAAAAAACY/wkovwukxRCw/s1600/RidingRodeo_w5879_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWjwCpj-ORI/Tq1nE8BGTLI/AAAAAAAAACY/wkovwukxRCw/s320/RidingRodeo_w5879_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669300840457194674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riding Rodeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Emma Lai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last person Amanda Goodson expected to walk into her bakery was Sean  Cassidy, the bareback bronc rider who rode her hard one night and left  without a good-bye the next day. Since then, she'd sworn off one-night  stands and cowboys, but one look at the man she called Rodeo leaves her  hankering for another ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nasty injury ended Sean's career and left him with nothing but time to  contemplate past sins, especially the most damning one...walking out on  Amanda, the one woman he couldn't forget. Eager to right the biggest  mistake of his life, he finds Amanda--and learns he has competition.  Never one to back down from a challenge, he offers to fulfill her  darkest fantasy--taking two cowboys for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the dust settles, will Sean's plan to win Amanda's trust backfire  or will she risk her heart for one more shot at Riding Rodeo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=182&amp;amp;products_id=851"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read an except.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-5334866994784287899?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5334866994784287899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=5334866994784287899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5334866994784287899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5334866994784287899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/riding-rodeo-by-emma-lai.html' title='Riding Rodeo by Emma Lai'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369724912348834222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uznP0FRIZ38/SKWHQwJlncI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LNiPz7kQ4Xc/S220/Black-rose-VI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWjwCpj-ORI/Tq1nE8BGTLI/AAAAAAAAACY/wkovwukxRCw/s72-c/RidingRodeo_w5879_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-2677375287419214353</id><published>2011-11-10T02:06:00.048-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T12:31:38.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Well Do You Know the Wilder Rose Authors?</title><content type='html'>For those of you that hangout on the wilder rose yahoo group where author tells readers about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have ladies with birthdays in all most every month of the year, but can&amp;nbsp;you tell me who was a born on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tax day - April 15? Marie Tuhart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Halloween - Oct. 31? Lara Dien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What important person with WRP was born on June 5? Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who's favorite state is - her home state of Noo Yawk!" "nona_raines"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who's job has been worked for the past 20 years as a Respiratory Therapist? Kat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who post sex men on Mondays – Man Candy? Jennifer Jakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was just interviewed by USA today? Desire Holt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What’s my latest release? “Texas Passion “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who just stumbled across this 5 Cup review from CBLS Reviews? Rachel Leigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who’s book trailer AFTER MIDNIGHT is the October 2011 Second Place Winner at You Gotta Read Videos? Sarah Grimm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post your answers in comments and see how well you know The Wilder Rose authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner with four correct answers. -&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of the questions you answer you were a 100% correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for playing along,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita Philmar&lt;br /&gt;www.anitaphilmar.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-2677375287419214353?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2677375287419214353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=2677375287419214353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2677375287419214353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2677375287419214353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-well-do-you-know-wilder-rose.html' title='How Well Do You Know the Wilder Rose Authors?'/><author><name>Anita Philmar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103703780649491282540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q1r-7eWS5Xo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2lwBP9CiRlU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-1313300764726632689</id><published>2011-11-04T03:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T03:00:05.062-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multicultural'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kasey Moone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overtime Play'/><title type='text'>Overtime Play by Kasey Moone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_h6Ssx5zdEw/Tq1kElveIEI/AAAAAAAAACM/97w29Mo3mZo/s1600/OvertimePlay_w5708_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_h6Ssx5zdEw/Tq1kElveIEI/AAAAAAAAACM/97w29Mo3mZo/s320/OvertimePlay_w5708_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669297535942795330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overtime Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Kasey Moone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an entire year, Mira Perrin has worked as a file clerk for Jeremy  Rain, a hot and hunky radio owner, in Atlanta. A man who doesn't even  know she exists. When their paths cross one unexpected night at Mira's  night job, Jeremy offers her a chance to move up in the company by  serving as his personal assistant. Desperate to earn extra income, she  agrees, only to discover that sometimes the sweetest pleasure can be  found once she's off the clock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Rain is shocked to discover Mira is his employee. And that she's  gorgeous to boot. Though she's a little outspoken and wears ugly black  pant suits, he's intrigued by her bluntness and work ethic. He quickly  discovers that his smokin' hot employee is full of surprises in and out  of the office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will these two have the courage to live for more than 9 to 5...or will they let love pass them by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=182&amp;amp;products_id=850"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read an excerpt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-1313300764726632689?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1313300764726632689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=1313300764726632689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1313300764726632689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1313300764726632689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/overtime-play-by-kasey-moone.html' title='Overtime Play by Kasey Moone'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369724912348834222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uznP0FRIZ38/SKWHQwJlncI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LNiPz7kQ4Xc/S220/Black-rose-VI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_h6Ssx5zdEw/Tq1kElveIEI/AAAAAAAAACM/97w29Mo3mZo/s72-c/OvertimePlay_w5708_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-5207197205965638898</id><published>2011-10-28T03:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T03:00:16.017-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bite The Bullet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cowboy Kink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rawhide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desiree Holt'/><title type='text'>Bite The Bullet by Desiree Holt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8yEoO7RvTc8/Tqchd5wmNUI/AAAAAAAAACA/aK2ni5FFhFI/s1600/BiteTheBullet_6531_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8yEoO7RvTc8/Tqchd5wmNUI/AAAAAAAAACA/aK2ni5FFhFI/s320/BiteTheBullet_6531_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667535453673633090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bite The Bullet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Desiree Holt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montana Steele hoped her new job was a new start. At Rawhide, the  private bondage club, she would find willing subs who fit neatly into  one compartment of her life. Clint Chavez, part owner of Rawhide, was  determined to never again involve himself emotionally in a relationship.  But neither expected the fireworks that erupted between them, nor the  erotic attraction that would bind them together despite their best  efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book 3 of the Rawhide Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=182&amp;amp;products_id=849"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt; to read an excerpt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-5207197205965638898?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5207197205965638898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=5207197205965638898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5207197205965638898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5207197205965638898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/10/bite-bullet-by-desiree-holt.html' title='Bite The Bullet by Desiree Holt'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369724912348834222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uznP0FRIZ38/SKWHQwJlncI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LNiPz7kQ4Xc/S220/Black-rose-VI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8yEoO7RvTc8/Tqchd5wmNUI/AAAAAAAAACA/aK2ni5FFhFI/s72-c/BiteTheBullet_6531_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-2349244606129341073</id><published>2011-10-25T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T16:49:28.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover Points by Angela Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Everyone, yes EVERYONE, judges a book by its cover. Even when the  book is written by your favorite author, you still check it out. Why?  Most readers are visual and detail oriented. The cover helps complete  the image in their head of what they "think" the story is about. It is  then up to the written page to either fulfill or disappoint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  what should authors be thinking about when the consider their "perfect"  cover? Believe it or not, this thought process should begin as soon as  you begin sketching out the storyline and your characters. If you want a  cover that is not just an honest reflection of your story but also one  that will help it sell, consider the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenes/locations:  Can the cover artist find an acceptable representation, regardless of  whether your story is set in Colonial New England, the depths of space,  or contemporary Manhattan? Depending on the stock art site, this might  be a challenge, offering you the choice of something that isn't  "historically" accurate or a background that must be pieced together.  Collages have their place in cover design, but too much is NOT a good  thing and rarely looks realistic. So make it easy for your artist--stay  true to your concept but offer a simplistic backdrop that can be easily  replicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: Period pieces are a big draw for many  readers because it puts us in a time and place we've never experienced.  However, be aware that due to photo stock limitations, you may not  always get an authentic representation. So, again, keep your settings  general to give the artist more latitude with the images. The final  product will stay truer to your vision and the reader will have an  easier time buying into the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Here's a  challenge for you...go to your favorite stock photo site and find a  voluptuous redhead with violet eyes in a white laced "pirate-style"  shirt being held by a 6 foot 6 inch muscle-bound man wearing leather  pants with long black hair and a shock of white just over his left eye.  Nothing...yeah, I thought so. Cover artists have just as hard a time  finding that "perfect" couple shot, and the job can be made even more  difficult if your sexy duo is so specifically detailed. Offer good  descriptions, but understand that some "people" just don't exist in the  real world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level of heat: Asking for a barely clothed  couple in an embrace so hot that it melts the screen will get you  exactly that. It's vivid, eye catching, and bound to draw in the reader.  For many publishers and authors, heat sells. Ensure that the cover you  request can keep pace with the sensuality of the content. Otherwise, the  whole package becomes a lie that the content can't live up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angela Anderson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Editor/Cover Artist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-2349244606129341073?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2349244606129341073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=2349244606129341073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2349244606129341073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2349244606129341073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/10/cover-points-by-angela-anderson.html' title='Cover Points by Angela Anderson'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369724912348834222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uznP0FRIZ38/SKWHQwJlncI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LNiPz7kQ4Xc/S220/Black-rose-VI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-5344170738646703364</id><published>2011-10-25T10:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:22:34.796-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anita Philmar'/><title type='text'>New Review for Black Dragon's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ijoCaK8t-4w/TqbGFmRvFmI/AAAAAAAAAck/INkiPL--_3Q/s1600/BDHCover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ijoCaK8t-4w/TqbGFmRvFmI/AAAAAAAAAck/INkiPL--_3Q/s320/BDHCover.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Black Dragon's Heart is an erotic tale of the enhanced sexual need that is a quality of dragon blood. It's a classic love story of a girl's childhood crush becoming reality."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the new review on Fallen Angel Reviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fallenangelreviews.com/2011/September/pams-blackdragonsheart.htm#.TqbFhObAHaE.blogger"&gt;Black Dragon's Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-5344170738646703364?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5344170738646703364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=5344170738646703364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5344170738646703364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5344170738646703364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-review-for-black-dragons-heart.html' title='New Review for Black Dragon&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Anita Philmar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103703780649491282540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q1r-7eWS5Xo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2lwBP9CiRlU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ijoCaK8t-4w/TqbGFmRvFmI/AAAAAAAAAck/INkiPL--_3Q/s72-c/BDHCover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-388230126734558895</id><published>2011-10-25T03:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T03:01:01.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a Midnight Treat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-388230126734558895?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/388230126734558895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=388230126734558895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/388230126734558895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/388230126734558895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/10/looking-for-midnight-treat.html' title='Looking for a Midnight Treat?'/><author><name>Becca Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907103716602407510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/SoH-0KSFFAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VfGy90WbnhY/S220/thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-7676121183644404110</id><published>2011-06-21T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:59:45.339-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot highland fling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eliza March'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more than a stud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TWRP'/><title type='text'>"More Than A Stud" from Eliza March</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NO4Fit73TgA/TgD1E86rv4I/AAAAAAAAA1s/t05DvAQAeW8/s1600/MoreThanAStud_w6286_300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NO4Fit73TgA/TgD1E86rv4I/AAAAAAAAA1s/t05DvAQAeW8/s1600/MoreThanAStud_w6286_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My heroine in &lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=86&amp;amp;products_id=828"&gt;MORE THAN A STUD &lt;/a&gt;is the CEO of a security company. She forty-two, unmarried, alone, and childless. Cari is strong, smart, sexy, and what she wants more than anything is a family. Will Cari be strong enough to put her fears aside and take a chance with the man she’s trusted with her life, or will the fertility clinic be her escape from the one man who has offered her the world she’s always wanted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;With her biological clock ticking away, Carina Roth, CEO and owner of a corporate security company, wants a child. On the night of her forty-second birthday, Carina's 35-year-old corporate intel officer, Evan Douglas, offers to be her baby's daddy. Evan not only wants to father Carina's child, he's ready to prove he can fulfill her every need and that, for Carina, he wants to be...more than a stud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Are you blushing?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Blushing? Hardly.” Thank goodness the light in the room was low. She was melting. But where was her hard exterior—the one she needed to protect her? There’d already been too many restless nights lately, when she’d tried not to think about Evan and sex. It was best not to consider him in that context now. They were the best partners, too good at working together to risk crossing that line and ruining everything between them, not to mention the difference in their ages. She couldn’t go there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re not answering. Does the silence mean you—”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look, Evan, we don’t play in the same sand boxes.” She tried to move away, but he held her firmly in place, one hand on her shoulder and the other firmly at her waist, pulling her tightly against his muscled body and his growing interest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t be like that with me. It won’t work.” The words were clipped and edgy. His voice quiet, his implication explicit. “We both know I can keep up with you on any level—economically, intellectually, socially, emotionally—I’m right there with you.” The grit in his voice sounded angry, maybe a bit insulted, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know I didn’t mean it that way. I only meant I’m older than you and your friends. You hang with a younger crowd, have different interests.” “Mmm, so?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, if anyone saw him holding her like this, they’d think she was…ugh, robbing the cradle. She squeezed the hand recklessly massaging too close to her left breast and growled at him under her breath. “Stop that. Let me go.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not a chance, lady. Don’t move or we’ll both be embarrassed.” He rubbed his cock across her ass to make his point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan was young, fit, hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, God, he is so hard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://elizamarch.com/"&gt;Eliza March, Author&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elizamarch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Visit my Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-7676121183644404110?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7676121183644404110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=7676121183644404110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7676121183644404110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7676121183644404110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-than-stud-from-eliza-march.html' title='&quot;More Than A Stud&quot; from Eliza March'/><author><name>Eliza March [Elizabeth Marchat]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152388657173829855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3brvzzQKs8/TThLBvEvPeI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ajdtnr5SzSk/S220/halloween-display.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NO4Fit73TgA/TgD1E86rv4I/AAAAAAAAA1s/t05DvAQAeW8/s72-c/MoreThanAStud_w6286_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-8087865783043228817</id><published>2011-06-10T04:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:23:09.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anita Philmar'/><title type='text'>Released Today - Texas Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ov4TFgyheJQ/Te-fcswTlYI/AAAAAAAAATE/C0sRmLJa58Y/s1600/TexasPassion_w6124_300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ov4TFgyheJQ/Te-fcswTlYI/AAAAAAAAATE/C0sRmLJa58Y/s1600/TexasPassion_w6124_300.jpg" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Texas Passion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Anita Philmar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurb -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long cattle drive to Abilene, Trent McCall just wants to unwind. But in his absence, his father's been making wedding plans...for Trent. The last thing he needs is a spoiled and pampered socialite for a wife. What he needs is a hard drink and a willing woman. An uncomplicated woman who understands a man’s need for release after a hard ride. Good thing he’s got one waiting for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years back East haven’t changed Catherine Turnberry’s mind. Her heart is set on neighboring rancher, Trent McCall. When an end-of-the-trail party threatens to put him in the arms of another woman, Catherine grabs the bull by the horns. Taking the place of the whore hired to pleasure Trent, she intends to give him a welcome he'll never forget and show him what Texas passion is all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, now, did you think I’d ever arrive?” He shut the door and tossed his hat onto the table by the door. Dark curly hair circled his head, and his dark brown eyes met hers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I had no doubt you’d get here eventually.” Her hands shaking, Catherine laid her book on the rocker and tried for a more seductive tone. “But I’d like to know what delayed you.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One corner of his mouth turned up in a crooked grin, he stepped forward, and then paused. “Wait a second, don’t I know you?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine nodded and toyed with the knot holding her robe together. Should she shed her robe and try to seduce him first? Or just tell him her name? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tilted his head slightly, and a frown formed on his lips. The subdued lighting of the lantern didn’t mask the lines marring his brow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apprehension slithered over her skin, and a lump the size of Texas grew in her throat. “I…uh…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Catherine?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of an accusation than a question, her name echoed in her head. “Yes, I…” She edged closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shuffled backward until his back hit the door. “What the hell are you doing here?” His gaze dropped to swell of her breasts, and the cattywhumped expression on his face registered. Clarity filled her head. The man might deny it, but the heat in his eyes proved he found her appealing. Energy pulsed through her, and she untied the knot at her waist. “I decided, since we’re practically engaged, I didn’t want you sleeping with another woman.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whoa, don’t even think about removing that robe.” He held out his hands to stop her, but his tongue slid over his parched lips and the blaze in his eyes sparked higher. Catherine’s confidence grew, and the doubt that had plagued her for the last few hours faded. He might resist, but she’d show him this was what they both wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita&lt;br /&gt;www.anitaphilmar.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-8087865783043228817?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8087865783043228817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=8087865783043228817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8087865783043228817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8087865783043228817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/released-today-texas-passion.html' title='Released Today - Texas Passion'/><author><name>Anita Philmar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103703780649491282540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q1r-7eWS5Xo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2lwBP9CiRlU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ov4TFgyheJQ/Te-fcswTlYI/AAAAAAAAATE/C0sRmLJa58Y/s72-c/TexasPassion_w6124_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-7225115194379024453</id><published>2011-05-20T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T11:33:42.896-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urban fantasy romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fallen angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephilim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grigori'/><title type='text'>RELEASE DAY!!! CELESTIAL SIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kC5kWJI3V2Y/TdaJvlsu4BI/AAAAAAAAABk/izeg0EePPkA/s1600/momsangel+copy+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kC5kWJI3V2Y/TdaJvlsu4BI/AAAAAAAAABk/izeg0EePPkA/s320/momsangel+copy+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"&gt;Celestial Sin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-style: normal; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt; my erotic Urban Fantasy romance, releases today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-style: normal; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;To celebrate, I’ve posted blogs at:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkfuzzyslipperwriters.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;The Pink Fuzzy Slippers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with giveaways of a coffee mug, download and other goodies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Also visit &lt;a href="http://biancaswanblog.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Bianca’s Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for other prizes and a lot of information about angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-style: normal; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;FIRST REVIEW HOT OF THE PRESS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-style: normal; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"&gt;From WORDS THAT SPARKLE:&amp;nbsp; The love story between Cam and Essie is very heartfelt. The way Bianca Swan spins a tale of two star-crossed lovers willing to kill (and in Cam’s case, give up Heaven) for each other is beautiful. The idea that both angels and demons are among us at all times is a very interesting spin on the entire idea of Revelations. There are some very interesting action scenes thrown in as well, between the forces of good and evil, making this story about more than just sex with a Heavenly being (hot as he might be!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-7225115194379024453?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7225115194379024453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=7225115194379024453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7225115194379024453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7225115194379024453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/05/release-day-celestial-sin.html' title='RELEASE DAY!!! CELESTIAL SIN'/><author><name>Bianca Swan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11718152975810552342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kC5kWJI3V2Y/TdaJvlsu4BI/AAAAAAAAABk/izeg0EePPkA/s72-c/momsangel+copy+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-1577422244273695398</id><published>2011-04-22T18:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T18:07:44.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wild Rose Press Turns 5!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  Join us for a celebration! April 27 - May 1, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Days and $500.00 worth of prizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="width: 415px; height: 83px;" src="http://ih.constantcontact.com/fs058/1103359380168/img/98.gif" vspace="5" border="0" hspace="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/thewildrosepress"&gt;www.groups.yahoo.com/group/thewildrosepress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 415px; height: 83px;" src="http://ih.constantcontact.com/fs058/1103359380168/img/99.gif" vspace="5" border="0" hspace="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/thewilderroses"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.groups.yahoo.com/group/thewilderroses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-1577422244273695398?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1577422244273695398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=1577422244273695398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1577422244273695398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1577422244273695398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/04/wild-rose-press-turns-5_22.html' title='The Wild Rose Press Turns 5!!'/><author><name>The Wild Rose Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788008988163575341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-1892112235001964835</id><published>2011-04-18T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T17:53:53.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wild Rose Press turns 5!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Wild Rose Press is turning 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join us at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/thewilderroses/"&gt;www.groups.yahoo.com/group/thewilderroses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a week of celebration.&lt;br /&gt;April 27 - May 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-1892112235001964835?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1892112235001964835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=1892112235001964835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1892112235001964835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1892112235001964835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/04/wild-rose-press-turns-5.html' title='The Wild Rose Press turns 5!!'/><author><name>The Wild Rose Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788008988163575341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-8303651274224632769</id><published>2011-03-04T06:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:23:36.195-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anita Philmar'/><title type='text'>Just Release "Fairy Fun" by Anita Philmar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYnKYpUk9A0/TV1UMczGJDI/AAAAAAAAAQk/1Jmk6r-k-OE/s1600/FairyFunCover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYnKYpUk9A0/TV1UMczGJDI/AAAAAAAAAQk/1Jmk6r-k-OE/s320/FairyFunCover.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedrick Forester, Prince of Endole, is fast approaching the end of his fairy cycle, which means losing his ability to fly, transforming into a wood gnome, and having to choose a mate. Until then he just wants to have fun...and lots of sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Rosewood of Evermore is determined to see his daughter wed, but Chloe loves the freedom of fairy flight too much to settle down as a frumpy old wood gnome. She escapes and spreads her wings to reach new heights...like air sex with a stranger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine her passion with Dedrick’s and sparks light up the sky. Both discover pleasure beyond their wildest fantasies. But neither is prepared for the emotional connection. Now Dedrick must convince Chloe that losing her wings doesn't mean there aren't other ways to fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have you ever done it while flying?” A soft female voice whispered near Dedrick’s right shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect. He turned and a zing of lust shot through his balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fairy with dark auburn hair stood behind him. Her sea-green eyes held a teasing glint, and a come-hither smile welcomed him closer. He dropped his gaze and scanned her lush body. The small swell of her breasts barely rose above the thin gossamer fabric of her top, teasing him with glimpses of her peaking nipples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lowered his eyes to keep her from noticing the hunger pulsing through his blood. The curvy dip of her waist led to the wide flare of her skirt, which fell smoothly over her hips and ended at the top of her creamy thighs. Long silky legs robbed his brain of coherent thought—other than having them wrapped around his waist. His cock twitched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Always wondered if it could be done.” The lady glided to the counter, and Mel handed her the same chocolate concoction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Some say there’s no better sex.” Mel picked up his rag and walked down the length of the bar to another customer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedrick wrapped his hands around his drink to keep from grabbing the sexy fairy and pulling her into his arms. Pictures flashed in his head—his hands around her waist, her nipples in his mouth, his cock deep inside her pussy. He groaned. “Sounds like an adventure we should try.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lifted his shell and gulped down a swallow. The warm, rich ambrosia caressed his taste buds and ignited images of sipping a woman’s pussy. The heady kick intensified the nervous excitement over the possibility of finally relieving the ache in his cock. “My name is Chloe.” The lady lifted her drink as if in toast. “Let’s drink to us both enjoying the experience.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrigued by her suggestion of air-sex, Dedrick touched his glass to hers. Energy sizzled down his spine, and he fought his impatience. “Dedrick, and when would you like to give it a go?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchase at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=182&amp;amp;products_id=815"&gt;http://thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=182&amp;amp;products_id=815&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita Philmar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to feel more?&lt;br /&gt;Read Anita Philmar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anitaphilmar.com/"&gt;http://www.anitaphilmar.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-8303651274224632769?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8303651274224632769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=8303651274224632769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8303651274224632769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8303651274224632769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-release-fairy-fun-by-anita-philmar.html' title='Just Release &quot;Fairy Fun&quot; by Anita Philmar'/><author><name>Anita Philmar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103703780649491282540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q1r-7eWS5Xo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2lwBP9CiRlU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYnKYpUk9A0/TV1UMczGJDI/AAAAAAAAAQk/1Jmk6r-k-OE/s72-c/FairyFunCover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-4831191733766440621</id><published>2011-02-24T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T18:53:22.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New GBLT in the Garden by KyAnn Waters</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to stop by and tell you about my latest releases in the Wilder Garden. Several months ago, my editor came to me because she knew I had a love of m/m romance. The Wild Rose Press was opening its Scarlet Rose line to gay erotic romance and would I be interested in writing a few stories to help get the genre launched. Well, absolutely. I actually had one complete, but I hadn't decided where to submit it. So the opportunity couldn't have come at a better time for Mercy of the Dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercy of the Dragon released on Jan 28 to mixed reviews but a common thread was there. it's hot m/m shape-shifter romance. The one complaint is that the story is too short and they want more. That's a complaint I love. Nothing is more validating than to have someone say they wanted to read more about characters I've created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Up Close and Personal is releasing and next month you'll meet three cowboys in Going Down Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the tumble of two men falling in love so I'm especially proud to see this genre come to the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my wonderful editor, Diana, for asking me to bring these three short stories to the Wilder side of the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back to tell you about Up Close and Personal, but here is Mercy of the Dragon. m/m BDSM, shape-shifter paranormal/fantasy romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r70/KyAnnWaters/MercyoftheDragon_w6111_300.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span class="imgLink"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mercy of the Dragon&lt;br /&gt;Gay BDSM Fantasy shape-shifter&lt;br /&gt;The Wilder Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=86&amp;amp;products_id=806"&gt;To Purchase&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ja'darien, slayer of Dracs, will stop at nothing to banish his deviant desire for the dragons. He won't rest until he rids the world of the beasts. On the edge of a ravine, he waits for his prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerkira, a winged dragon, hunts the slayer. Yet, when given the chance, he can't kill his enemy. The man is his mate. However, because of Ja'darien's sins against the Dracs, Kerkira vows the slayer's submission will not be pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bond of mating is more intense than either is prepared for. Will Kerkira forgive him because Ja'darien is at the mercy of the dragon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This title contains: explicit language, anal sex, bondage,&lt;br /&gt;BDSM, and m/m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Kerkira approached the bedding. The slayer, naked and bound with cord to his pallet, continued to sleep. Kerkira swallowed hard. Ja'darien was beautiful in repose. His perfect form was seemingly at peace. His full lips softened to a half smile. High brows arched over expressive eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ridge above the ravine, those emerald eyes had revealed more than fear and hatred. Passion and lust. Even if Kerkira hadn't scented the sweetness of his essence, he'd felt the heat radiating off Ja'darien. Ja'darien's engorged cock had pressed against his tunic. The arousing fluids dampened the protective cloth and sent shards of pleasure unfurling within Kerkira's dragon—awakening the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do I make you understand?" he whispered to the sleeping slayer. If only Ja'darien had realized he'd destroyed his destiny with his rage against dragons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerkira had stripped him of clothes upon arriving at his lair. His mate was for his pleasure and the need to roam hand, mouth and cock over the muscular perfection was increasing with each passing moment. Instinct to mate, to claim him—to mark him—was overwhelming. But so was the need to discipline the slayer, to punish him with painful pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he had tied the intricate knots in the rope, binding Ja'darien to the bed, Kerkira's clawed hands had trembled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will never slaughter another Drac," Kerkira vowed. Ja'darien's destiny was to serve and Kerkira would see to his instruction. "For the pain and death you've rained upon my species, your submission to me will be total and complete." His eyes narrowed as he visualized a submissive Ja'darien accepting Kerkira's power and learning to take pleasure in punishment. Ja'darien had been fighting against his true nature. A dragon's mate was always submissive. "However, it may not always be pleasant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-4831191733766440621?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4831191733766440621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=4831191733766440621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/4831191733766440621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/4831191733766440621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-gblt-in-garden-by-kyann-waters.html' title='New GBLT in the Garden by KyAnn Waters'/><author><name>KyAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-ciZ_Czpqw/S8M26VzkZkI/AAAAAAAAAQI/GVFKPSItfto/S220/ironman_msr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-8612378236916298358</id><published>2011-02-17T11:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:23:56.906-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anita Philmar'/><title type='text'>Meet Editors on the Wilder Side</title><content type='html'>All Day February 19th and 20th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join editors on the TWRP reader loop &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/theWilderRoses/"&gt;http://groups.yahoo.com/group/theWilderRoses/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an informal Q&amp;amp;A. Calls for submissions, ask editors what they'd like to see and as readers let them know what you'd like to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also learn about my new release "Fairy Fun" coming out March 4, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.anitaphilmar.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-8612378236916298358?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8612378236916298358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=8612378236916298358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8612378236916298358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8612378236916298358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2011/02/meet-editors-on-wilder-side.html' title='Meet Editors on the Wilder Side'/><author><name>Anita Philmar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103703780649491282540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q1r-7eWS5Xo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2lwBP9CiRlU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-3054496547315487882</id><published>2010-12-18T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T12:50:11.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lia Slater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><title type='text'>Finally, a newsletter!</title><content type='html'>I was finally able to set up a newsletter that I can send out via email. If you'd like to sign up for occasional updates about my current and upcoming releases, please click the link below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eepurl.com/bXiw5" target="_blank"&gt;Sign up here for Lia's free newsletter!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia Slater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erotic romance with heart-pounding emotion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liaslater.com/"&gt;http://www.liaslater.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liaslater.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.liaslater.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/liaslater"&gt;www.twitter.com/liaslater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-3054496547315487882?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3054496547315487882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=3054496547315487882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3054496547315487882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3054496547315487882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/12/finally-newsletter.html' title='Finally, a newsletter!'/><author><name>Lia Slater</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlEqhrf5s5Q/SrlEbU_dHEI/AAAAAAAAADA/uQCOqISWu8U/S220/1129186_68214433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-550055466737774138</id><published>2010-11-26T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T03:00:02.071-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wilder catalog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becca Dale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome to the wild side'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle All the Way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wilderroses'/><title type='text'>Get in the holiday mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;products_id=793"&gt;Jingle All the Way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blurb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single mother Jenica Anderson keeps small town boys at bay and happy without effort but has no clue how to handle a blue-eyed stranger with a wolfish stare and sensual demands that break all her rules. She only knows that for at least one night, she’ll beg him for exactly what she wants for Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a snow storm diverts his plane, Burk Teal lands in Keaton, ND and in the arms of a gorgeous redhead who offers him a glimpse of what home and hearth are all about. As she writhes beneath his hands, he finds precisely what he has been looking for in Santa’s frozen backyard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparks fly immediately between these two, but can physical attraction survive harsh reality or will memories of hot sex and the sound of jingle bells fade to nothing more than a decadent episode that happened one Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He followed her into the kitchen. His broad shoulders and impressive height dominated the space. Refined cologne teased her nose, spicy and exotic. Did he sense that she wanted to do more than feed him? If she kissed him would he taste as good as he looked and smelled? He reached around her to set the empty mugs beside the sink and her bones melted a little. What would he do if she leaned against him and let his strength take her weight? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shifted closer and sexy heat warmed the space around her. “I just realized I don’t know your name either. Jenny doesn’t seem to fit.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She closed her eyes and absorbed his manliness. It had been too long since a man sparked her interest, but Burk’s presence radiated sensual heat and pure electricity. Her hands trembled as she fought the urge to turn into his arms. She set the dirty dishes in the sink and grabbed the faucet sprayer to rinse them hoping the mundane chore would distract from his inherent appeal. “My full name is Jenica.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong arms circled her waist. He tugged her back flush to his chest and her legs weakened further. “Are you as hungry as I am, Jenica?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That depends on what you’re hungry for. Liquid heat pooled between her legs at his touch. She had to be out of her mind. “I thought we were going to wash up first.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He groaned and pressed closer. “I wasn’t talking about food.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-550055466737774138?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/550055466737774138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=550055466737774138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/550055466737774138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/550055466737774138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/11/get-in-holiday-mood.html' title='Get in the holiday mood.'/><author><name>Becca Dale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854661507227735148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J2szDhdTQUU/TTnvbeH6oQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/4pOjdLoPPB4/s220/Untamable_w5865_300%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-6355466060457640659</id><published>2010-11-20T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T03:00:03.786-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scarlet Line'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surrender at Sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becca Dale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whipped Cream Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cougar romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TWRP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Book Honor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wilderroses'/><title type='text'>Perfect Moments</title><content type='html'>The past two weeks have been full of rare and perfect moments. I resigned from a job I have grown to dislike though I promised to stick it out until Christmas. I was asked to help with a project that I think will not only be fun but also a challenge. I received a job offer from someone I respect a great deal. My TWRP editor likes my WIP.  &lt;b&gt;AND&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; – I can’t emphasize this enough – &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;products_id=788"&gt;Surrender at Sea&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;received five cherries from Xeranthemum at &lt;a href="http://www.whippedcream2.blogspot.com/?zx=68905477042d837b"&gt;The Long and Short of It – Whipped Cream Erotic Reviews.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great rating earned &lt;i&gt;Surrender at Sea &lt;/i&gt;a spot in the book of the week contest. &lt;a href="http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/index.htm"&gt;To vote&lt;/a&gt;, click here or on the link below on Saturday, Nov 20 or Sunday, Nov 21. Read the review and if Surrender sounds like something you would enjoy, please vote for it. I would appreciate it more than I can express. It would put the whipped cream and cherry on top of the past couple of weeks and make this month even more special as we head into the holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone a lovely Thanksgiving and if you are going shopping - my you find the perfect Black Friday bargain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/index.htm"&gt;http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-6355466060457640659?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6355466060457640659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=6355466060457640659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/6355466060457640659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/6355466060457640659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/11/perfect-moments.html' title='Perfect Moments'/><author><name>Becca Dale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854661507227735148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J2szDhdTQUU/TTnvbeH6oQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/4pOjdLoPPB4/s220/Untamable_w5865_300%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-707453701901959590</id><published>2010-10-29T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T16:53:57.301-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejoneador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bianca Swan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andalusia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wild Rose Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andalusian horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Spanish Nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullfighting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Read from The Wilder Roses'/><title type='text'>Hot Spanish Nights Released Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_Bhl5BIv2A/TMszydviZiI/AAAAAAAAABY/p1i-LKEyuTo/s1600/HotSpanishNights_w4702_300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_Bhl5BIv2A/TMszydviZiI/AAAAAAAAABY/p1i-LKEyuTo/s1600/HotSpanishNights_w4702_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm having a release day party at The Pink Fuzzy Slippers with fun prizes, including a download. Since Damian, the hero, is a rejoneador, I have included a short blog on bullfighting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkfuzzyslipperwriters.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pinkfuzzyslipperwriters.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toni Sweeney, another The Wild Rose Press author, is interviewing Damian at: &lt;a href="http://www.tonivsweeney.com/Blog/Entries/2010/10/27_A_Hot_Spanish_Bullfighter_makes_for_Hot_Spanish_Nights.html"&gt;http://www.tonivsweeney.com/Blog/Entries/2010/10/27_A_Hot_Spanish_Bullfighter_makes_for_Hot_Spanish_Nights.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a drawing from comments for a HSN coffee mug with the sexy cover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first erotic release. Previously, I had written paranormal. I love this story because for years I bred, trained and showed Andalusian horses, and this story features these beautiful equine stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLURB:&amp;nbsp; Southern vixen Erica DeLongpre journeys to Spain to find the horse of her dreams, never expecting to find a man capable of stirring her sexual awareness. Damián Xérès, a renowned bullfighter is deliciously skilled on a horse—and in bed. But a woman from Damian's past rattles Erica's confidence and threatens the very essence of her trip. With Lucia waiting for the slightest chink in her armor, Erica can't help wonder what lies ahead in those Hot Spanish Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-707453701901959590?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/707453701901959590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=707453701901959590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/707453701901959590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/707453701901959590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/10/hot-spanish-nights-released-today.html' title='Hot Spanish Nights Released Today'/><author><name>Bianca Swan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11718152975810552342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_Bhl5BIv2A/TMszydviZiI/AAAAAAAAABY/p1i-LKEyuTo/s72-c/HotSpanishNights_w4702_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-5478437757632529616</id><published>2010-10-21T21:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:46:17.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becca Simone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Treat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wild Rose Press'/><title type='text'>Sexy Halloween Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/images/covers/MidnightTreat_w3773_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/images/covers/MidnightTreat_w3773_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://beccasimone.com/MidnightTreat_w3773.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Becca Simone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://beccasimone.com/MidnightTreat_w3773.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're looking for a short, sexy Halloween read, try &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=142&amp;amp;products_id=727"&gt;Midnight Treat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This story was an All Romance ebooks bestseller. Here's a blurb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's mistaken identity gone erotically awry during a Halloween costume party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Josh Panetti breaks into an apartment Halloween night, thinking he’s fulfilling the sexual fantasy of a woman he just met at a costume party. Instead, he’s broken into Cassie Snow’s place. Cassie immediately realizes his mistake—she’d seen him at the party with her sexy upstairs neighbor. She should tell him he has the wrong apartment and the wrong girl. But she’s always the wrong girl. Would it be so terrible to be the right girl for just one night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Excerpt: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Something woke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a style="mso-comment-reference: D_1; mso-comment-date: 20090327T2202"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Cassie’s eyelids popped open behind her mask. Someone was on the fire escape. Her belly clenched as she turned her head slowly in that direction. The dark figure of a man stood framed in the window. Her stomach churned and her entire body tensed. She opened her mouth to scream, but then she recognized him. Zorro. From the party. Obviously, he was on his way upstairs. Last Halloween, she’d caught a man in a gorilla suit scaling the metal ladder. The other Marie must have a thing for the fire escape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zorro hooked his hands under the frame and tugged upward. She gasped. He was coming inside! He swung his leg quietly over the windowsill, his foot touching carpet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“You told me you were on the fifth floor,” he said as he swung his other leg inside and unfolded to his full height. His voice was deep and raspy. His white teeth flashed in the dim light as he grinned. Oh. My. God. Zorro was in her apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I, ah—” He must have seen her through the window and thought she was the other Marie. Again. Her insides fluttered with possibilities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tell him! He stalked toward the bed like a wild animal hunting its prey. He eased the sword from its sheath and leaned over her, holding it above her face. She, Cassie Snow, was smack dab in the middle of another couple’s naughty fantasy. Her eyes widened and need pulsed between her legs. Tell him he’s in the wrong apartment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“You said you like to be scared,” he growled, right before he clamped a hand over her mouth and pressed the back of her head into the pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He held the long silver blade in front of her eyes. “Make a sound and you’re dead. Understand?” She nodded and immediately stilled. She knew she should tell him he had the wrong girl. But she was always the wrong girl. Was it so horrible that she wanted to be the right girl for a change? Was it so wrong that she wished, just for one night, to be someone else? Someone who acted out naughty role-playing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Becca Simone is an erotic romance writer. You know what that means, right? She has lots of hot sex with all sorts of hot men, at all times of the day and night, in all sorts of exotic places, and in all sorts of wild ways. And then she writes about it in her stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did you happen to notice her initials? B.S. Yeah. You figured it out. You can learn more about Becca and her writing on her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://beccasimone.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Midnight Treat is available &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=142&amp;amp;products_id=727"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-5478437757632529616?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5478437757632529616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=5478437757632529616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5478437757632529616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5478437757632529616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/10/sexy-halloween-story.html' title='Sexy Halloween Story'/><author><name>Becca Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907103716602407510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/SoH-0KSFFAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VfGy90WbnhY/S220/thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-6856278306240139342</id><published>2010-10-15T08:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T08:18:14.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Release Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CS_6xm_R8E4/TLhGBBFkSUI/AAAAAAAAATY/sGyPRr6OPvc/s1600/ExplicitlyEnglish_w5123_680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CS_6xm_R8E4/TLhGBBFkSUI/AAAAAAAAATY/sGyPRr6OPvc/s400/ExplicitlyEnglish_w5123_680.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528245525882882370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to be able to announce the release of my very story with the Scarlet line, Explicitly English!!  I want to thank my lovely editor and cover artist, Angela Anderson for holding my hand through the editing process and making me a better writer because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like the idea of fun, frolics and lots of naughtiness amidst the quaint English countryside, then this is the story for you!  Here's the blurb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura Markham needs to forget - just for awhile.  Be someone else for change - live as her parents will never have the chance to.  And for Laura, that means leaving the City for the English countryside and doing just what the hell she feels like…wherever she feels like doing it…&lt;br /&gt;          British stockbroker, Stephen Cambridge knows by going home to his country retreat two days early, he's likely to surprise his contracted interior designer.  And when he finds out she's the woman who performed the solo masterbation show for him on the inward bound journey, Stephen will do anything to further convince her to miss outward bound train and stay with him forever… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=790"&gt;http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=790&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=790"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy Laura and Stephen's journey as much as I did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Rachel x&lt;br /&gt;www.rachelleigh.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-6856278306240139342?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6856278306240139342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=6856278306240139342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/6856278306240139342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/6856278306240139342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-my-release-day_15.html' title='It&apos;s My Release Day!!!'/><author><name>Rachel Brimble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704679320900435805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hs6SNKU-wgQ/TmtEdkDAPvI/AAAAAAAAAzw/qteKOShXXsU/s220/Cover%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CS_6xm_R8E4/TLhGBBFkSUI/AAAAAAAAATY/sGyPRr6OPvc/s72-c/ExplicitlyEnglish_w5123_680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-2288324135401140055</id><published>2010-10-15T08:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T08:10:13.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Release Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-2288324135401140055?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2288324135401140055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=2288324135401140055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2288324135401140055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2288324135401140055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-my-release-day.html' title='It&apos;s My Release Day!!!'/><author><name>Rachel Brimble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07704679320900435805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hs6SNKU-wgQ/TmtEdkDAPvI/AAAAAAAAAzw/qteKOShXXsU/s220/Cover%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-3864668450690583563</id><published>2010-09-15T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T11:27:22.982-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becca Dale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coming Soon'/><title type='text'>I have a release day for Surrender at Sea</title><content type='html'>Surrender at Sea releases on October 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurb: Experience has taught forty-year-old Jessica Summers how to manage and diffuse even the toughest situation, but when she’s assigned to protect a multi-millionaire game designer everything changes. The hot, young entrepreneur with sex on his mind becomes the one thing Jess can’t control. Damned irritating brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petite and sassy, Jess teases Sean McCloud’s sense of humor and ignites emotions he’s repressed for too long. He doesn’t see the twelve year age difference as an issue. His heart and body want her plain and simple. Sean just has to get past her hang ups, survive a pirate attack at sea, and convince his sexy bodyguard to surrender. What could be easier?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-3864668450690583563?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3864668450690583563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=3864668450690583563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3864668450690583563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3864668450690583563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-have-release-day-for-surrender-at-sea.html' title='I have a release day for Surrender at Sea'/><author><name>Becca Dale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854661507227735148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J2szDhdTQUU/TTnvbeH6oQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/4pOjdLoPPB4/s220/Untamable_w5865_300%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-5294717342724248933</id><published>2010-09-13T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T11:41:33.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Review for Banished Witch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99CaLJ5WRks/TI5GCe_0hpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/IDP1yaCxL2w/s1600/BanishedWitch_w4922_300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99CaLJ5WRks/TI5GCe_0hpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/IDP1yaCxL2w/s320/BanishedWitch_w4922_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siren Book Review -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banished Witch is a good story. It has a little of everything intrigue, shape-shifting, different worlds, witches, magic, and a love story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danni and Omar have a lot of obstacles to overcome if they are to be together. Danni doesn’t feel worthy of the love Omar offers freely. Danni must free herself from her past to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sirenbookreviews.blogspot.com/2010/08/anita-philmar-banished-witch.html"&gt;http://sirenbookreviews.blogspot.com/2010/08/anita-philmar-banished-witch.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-5294717342724248933?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5294717342724248933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=5294717342724248933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5294717342724248933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5294717342724248933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/09/latest-review-for-banished-witch.html' title='Latest Review for Banished Witch'/><author><name>Anita Philmar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103703780649491282540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q1r-7eWS5Xo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2lwBP9CiRlU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99CaLJ5WRks/TI5GCe_0hpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/IDP1yaCxL2w/s72-c/BanishedWitch_w4922_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-8778998310826693985</id><published>2010-09-10T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T13:47:44.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Release Day for Bound to Surrender!</title><content type='html'>My second erotic short, Bound to Surrender is released today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inspiration was a late night IM conversation about what sex means to men vs. women. This sexy story of a flirtation that leads to bondage, dominance, submission and, ultimately, love my answer to the questions raised in that conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can d/s and real love coexist? My hero, Bryce and his heroine, Christina think so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="305"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AoNa_LPe9x4?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AoNa_LPe9x4?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because her son Michael is spending the summer with his father, Christina finds herself alone on her birthday and decides to cheer herself up with an ice cream cone.  Who should stroll in behind her but the hot coach she's been lusting after all year long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hear the vanilla here is very good, but if I were you, I’d be a bit more adventurous.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With  a bolt of awareness, Christina recognized Bryce Walker’s throaty  baritone. His voice sent chills up her legs. When she glanced sideways,  the muscles behind her knees weakened further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes like his should be illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her  reaction to him was the exact reason that she’d avoided the man for  months. She could not control her body’s response to him, no matter how  hard she tried. Damn hormones. Every time she got within ten feet of  him, a shiver started somewhere behind her lower ribs and slithered  down, pulsing in her sex and forcing her to seek release—either by  self-distraction or, more frequently, in the privacy of her bedroom with  the help of her vibrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce was not a man to be trifled with, however, and she’d had her fill of overbearing males, thank-you-very-much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His  rakish smile stopped just beneath his sunglasses. I’d be more  adventurous. Christina had no doubt of the double-entendre of his  suggestion, but she couldn’t act offended. Her body drummed the truth.  She wanted nothing more than to pick up what he was putting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello,  Mr. Walker,” she said, in her best librarian-voice. “Thanks for the  advice, but I wasn’t considering the vanilla.” She lifted an eyebrow.  Their eyes locked and the pulse in Christina’s sex began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bells clanged as another customer entered the shop. She turned back to the server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll go with the maple walnut,” she said, correcting her posture and straightening her skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cup or cone?” the teenage clerk droned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce  stood way too close. His heat radiated through her blouse, contrasting  with the cool sensation of the counter against her belly. Christina  suppressed the urge to giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cone, please,” she replied in clipped tones, but on impulse she added, “and you know what else I want? I want Jimmies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk nodded, not bothering to glance up before preparing her order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Feeling reckless?” Bryce asked, cocking his deliciously masculine head to one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head no. “Indulgent, more like. It’s my birthday.” Why did I tell him that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In that case,” Bryce turned and spoke to the clerk, “I’ll pay for the lady, and add a single cone of vanilla to the order.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  clerk nodded, handing Christina her cone. She thought of refusing  Bryce’s offer, but decided against it. To tell the truth, his gesture  made her feel ridiculously pleased, even giddy. She couldn’t remember  the last time someone had bought her ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, I thought you said to try other flavors…” she laughed. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as a vanilla man.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, I’ve tried other flavors,” he replied. “Once I know what I like, though, I stick with it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina swallowed. “Mr. Walker, you really don’t have to pay for me,” she forced herself to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But I want to,” Bryce purred, taking his own cone and handing the clerk cash. “Besides, it’s your birthday.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce  held out his arm toward one of the shop’s small tables. He placed a  warm hand on the small of her back and guided her toward the table.  Then, he slid in across from her and leaned forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Happy birthday, Ms. Welch,” he said, his voice low. “Do you have a wish for me to grant?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce’s  eyes held her, testing her and challenging her to respond. She  swallowed a lick of ice cream. The cold sensation slid into her belly as  she tried to remember the reasons why she’d held this man at bay. Bryce  was strong, virile, and clearly interested. Why had it seemed so  necessary to keep him at arm’s length?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work. Michael. Oh yes, and the uncontrollable flame he stoked in her pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just  as she was about to slow it down, her mind rebelled. Too much denial,  it screamed, too much restraint. What harm could a little flirtation  cause? She practically salivated with the need to take what he offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A wish, Ms. Welch?” Bryce prompted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mr. Walker,” she asked as her throat dried, “are you flirting with me?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-8778998310826693985?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8778998310826693985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=8778998310826693985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8778998310826693985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8778998310826693985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/09/release-day-for-bound-to-surrender.html' title='Release Day for Bound to Surrender!'/><author><name>Tess Lamont</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyT5efMQeuM/SjpcJZ9Hp9I/AAAAAAAAABY/dw-MWQRJOXk/S220/Blog+Tess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-1269993793712434583</id><published>2010-05-28T07:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T07:52:00.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new release'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma Jay'/><title type='text'>Lessons for Teacher, Out Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arOGSTMYME8/S_8h7ERcEYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4hPGMwEjbcw/s1600/Lessonsteacher_W4678_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arOGSTMYME8/S_8h7ERcEYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4hPGMwEjbcw/s320/Lessonsteacher_W4678_300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476132970548695426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited that my second book is out today. I had so much fun writing it, helping my shy heroine overcome her fears to live out her fantasies with one of her students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked that this is their second chance at college--hers because she worked to put her husband through before he left her, and his because he joined the military and went to war. It put them on even ground, and set them apart from the other students. I found myself rooting for them even as I wrote their story. Here's an excerpt. Hope you enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;Everything was as perfect as he could make it. He’d cleaned his truck, set up the hotel room, complete with wine and candles, and the reservations were set. He hadn’t decided when he’d tell her about the internship, though. He didn’t want to ruin anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;She waited for him on the front porch, despite the chill in the air. She wore a woolen wrap around her shoulders, but he could see a full red skirt peeking out beneath the wrap, shorter than she usually wore. As always, he wondered if she wore panties beneath. She’d taken to surprising him on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;occasion by not wearing any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;Tonight was not about sex, though it would be a part of the evening. Tonight was about this woman who had captivated him these past months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;“You look great,” he said, stroking a finger down her throat, bared by her upswept hair. “You have your bag?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;She nodded to it, resting against the rail of the porch, and he scooped it up, taking her arm with his other hand. He didn’t want to encounter her mother, who he’d met twice before. He could see nothing of Jamie in that bitter woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;“You look good, too. I never thought I’d see you in a tie.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;“I bought it just for tonight.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;She closed her hand around it as he opened the truck door for her. “Did you pay a lot of money for it?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;He grinned at the gleam in her eyes. “Not a lot.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;“Oh, goody.” She swung her legs in, offering him a peek of red silk beneath her skirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;Oh, hell. They hadn’t even gotten to dinner yet, and he was already hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;He walked around the front of the truck, hoping the chilled air would give him some relief. But when he got in the truck, Jamie had let her wrap fall open to reveal the rest of her dress. Thin straps held it up, and her breasts swelled, full and white, from the scooped neck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;Brady dropped his keys on the floor of the truck. “Christ, Jamie.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;“You like it?” She tucked the wrap against her sides so he could get the full effect. “My mother said I looked like I needed a street corner.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;“I’m wondering if we should skip dinner. Not a man in the restaurant will be able to eat, and you might get stabbed with a dessert fork.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;She laughed. “Whatever you want to do.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;He scooped the keys off the floor. “I’m taking you to dinner.” And then straight to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;She shifted in her seat as they pulled out of her neighborhood. “Want me to take care of that for you?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;He glanced over to see her attention on the tented front of his pants. The desire to feel her hand stroking him, or better, her mouth, was strong, but they’d done that once before, and he’d nearly driven into a guardrail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;“I kind of like the anticipation.” It wasn’t a lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;She laughed and sat back. “You’re not going to be the only one stabbed with a fork.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;They arrived at the restaurant with Brady mostly in control. They were escorted to their table, where their bottle of wine already waited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;“Wow, you went all out,” she said with a smile as she folded her wrap over the back of her chair. “Just because school’s out?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;He couldn’t sit across from her all evening and let her believe that. He’d have to tell her sooner or later. He waited until the waiter had opened and served their wine, and Jamie had taken a sip, before he said, “I got an internship in Harlingen.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;He’d heard the saying, “a light went out in her eyes,” but he’d never seen it actually happen. Her gaze lowered, her lips turned down. Damn it, he’d ruined the evening, or at least the joy she’d felt in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;She studied her wine for a moment and swallowed, then looked up at him with a bright smile. It wasn’t fake, but didn’t hold the delight she’d shown earlier. “I knew you’d find something. Are you happy with it?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;“I am. I’m thinking it’s pretty much as close as I’ll get to war correspondence this soon.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;Her smile froze. “I hadn’t thought about that. All the drug wars down there—you’ll be careful?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;He smiled and covered her hand with his. “Jamie, I was in Iraq.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;“It doesn’t make you immune.” She opened her menu and scanned it, but he saw her tears glimmer in the candlelight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;“I didn’t mean to ruin your evening,” he said quietly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;“No, of course you didn’t.” She looked up at him, and yes, tears shone. “We should be celebrating. This is a good thing. I’m just—going to miss you.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;“There’s a UT branch in Brownsville, half an hour away.” Whoa. Where had that come from? He couldn’t ask her to make a change like that for him. Hadn’t her ex done the same thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;His words sent a jolt through Jamie. She went perfectly still and stared. Was he saying what she thought he was saying? And regretting it, if the deer-in-the-headlights look on his face was any indication. “I couldn’t do that.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;Well, she could. She just—didn’t make decisions like that. She certainly wasn’t going to change her career path to follow a man. She’d learned her lesson with David. No man was worth that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;font-family:Century"&gt;Not even Brady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-1269993793712434583?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1269993793712434583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=1269993793712434583' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1269993793712434583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1269993793712434583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/05/lessons-for-teacher-out-today.html' title='Lessons for Teacher, Out Today!'/><author><name>Emma Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07102206465059862813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arOGSTMYME8/S_kPRyDRSrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/dJR5FX4IV2Q/S220/Lessonsteacher_W4678_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arOGSTMYME8/S_8h7ERcEYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4hPGMwEjbcw/s72-c/Lessonsteacher_W4678_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-4215883821030464926</id><published>2010-05-19T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:50:36.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding Double New Release</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! Well, this is my first blog post here and I'm excited. I'm excited for more than one reason too. On May 7, 2010 my first ever publication, &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=771"&gt;Riding Double&lt;/a&gt;, hit the digital world. I did a few blog spots on it, tweeted the heck out of it, and other such promo type things but I never guessed I'd get a good review. I mean I thought sure, I'd get a few friends to say nice things about &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=771"&gt;Riding Double&lt;/a&gt; and Ms. KyAnn Waters gave me a terrific review for the book cover, but honestly I figured thats as far as it'd go. Well thankfully I was wrong! I've received two wonderful reviews and one even asked for more. I am still worried about getting a bad review but I gotta say right now I'm on cloud nine, they like me really they do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little about Riding Double and the cover(Diana Carlile and the cover artist did a fantastic job if I say so myself!!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed to the max by her rodeo production company, Billie turns to young bareback rider Chet Haskins for a night of fun. She expects to get her mind off her business and her bull rider ex-fiancé, Bo Bennett. What she gets is several nights of sinful pleasure with both Chet and Bo. Finding herself quite literally between two hot cowboys, will Billie decide to move forward with Chet or start over with Bo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxd6Ch91rsg/S_P5Byq1eXI/AAAAAAAAABc/EcWcZWZSLeA/s1600/RidingDouble_w5173_300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxd6Ch91rsg/S_P5Byq1eXI/AAAAAAAAABc/EcWcZWZSLeA/s320/RidingDouble_w5173_300.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb of Riding Double:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart raced as I realized Bo was here. Here, and very nearby, watching Chet and me. I looked to my left. Next to the bucking chutes, Bo stood staring at us. I inclined my head in a hello, and he sauntered over. He stopped in front of me and grabbed my hand, pulling me to his side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve missed you more, no matter what kind of smooth talk this dipshit has told you.” He gave a dizzying smile, which I returned. “But this weekend we’ve got to get something straight. If we’re to be together,” he waved his hand back and forth between us, “then you need to understand I expect some control over this.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes almost bugged out of my head. He did not just say he needed control. I’d kill him. I opened my mouth to argue, but before I had a chance, his lips closed over mine. I had a moment to panic. Everyone who’d just seen me kiss Chet would know I was also involved with Bo. I jerked away, and he let me go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo’s jaw firmed, and his eyes bored into mine. “Make no mistake about it. If I’m going to share you, you’re gonna let me keep some control. Otherwise, I don’t know if I can go on with this.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an instant I thought about telling him to fuck off, but I couldn’t. His kiss had demolished my emotional barriers. I wanted him. I needed him and couldn’t deny it any longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Chet may have missed you some, but I’m the one who thought about you every day.” Bo’s voice turned low and deep, filled with desire. His eyes blazed with lust. “Remembered your touch, the feel of your skin sliding against mine, and how sweet you taste.” &lt;br /&gt;Chet snorted. “He’s been talking nonstop about you for two weeks.” He laughed. “I told him there was no way in hell I was bowing out. The two of you would have too much fun without me.” He turned and ambled away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo stood, looking at the ground. I gazed at him for a second to let the giddiness of knowing how much that kiss had affected him rush through me. I might regret it later, but this weekend I was determined to have a good time, and if that meant spending time with him, pretending things were like they had been, fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I gotta get to that meeting.” I turned to go but stopped. With a glance over my shoulder, I melted a little. He was staring at my ass. “I wanna be with you tonight, but nothing has changed. When this weekend is over, things will go back to the way they were before.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sank, but he had to know. I still wasn’t ready to forgive and forget. Maybe I never would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and shook his head. “You’re wrong. After this weekend, things will never be the same.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for letting me stop by and share. Hope you all enjoyed Riding Double available at &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=771"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my author friends out there what makes you the most nervous about the writing/editing process? And to readers tell me how much you rely on reviews before buying a book? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saydegrace.com/"&gt;Sayde Grace&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/saydegrace"&gt;Follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Sayde-Grace/100000693693574"&gt;Follow me on FaceBook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-4215883821030464926?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4215883821030464926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=4215883821030464926' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/4215883821030464926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/4215883821030464926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/05/riding-double-new-release.html' title='Riding Double New Release'/><author><name>Sayde Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664956969739224557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxd6Ch91rsg/S2Tf8Kh7poI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TjhUYXLgejg/S220/cowgirlpinup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxd6Ch91rsg/S_P5Byq1eXI/AAAAAAAAABc/EcWcZWZSLeA/s72-c/RidingDouble_w5173_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-7880422239767877222</id><published>2010-05-06T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:23:16.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shut Up and Kiss Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Promotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysti Holiday'/><title type='text'>Got Promotion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EU-VmwPmGtM/S-LslhxLXJI/AAAAAAAAAoU/KS1_7X-83U4/s1600/ShutUpAndKissMe_w4166_680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468193027045153938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EU-VmwPmGtM/S-LslhxLXJI/AAAAAAAAAoU/KS1_7X-83U4/s200/ShutUpAndKissMe_w4166_680.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My upcoming release, "Shut Up &amp;amp; Kiss Me" comes out in two weeks, and I've been giving a lot of thought about how to promote it. I combined those thoughts with &lt;a href="http://menagerieauthors.blogspot.com/2010/05/thursday-thirteen-promotion.html"&gt;Thursday Thirteen on my blog today &lt;/a&gt;and listed thirteen ways I'm planning on promoting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for some ideas of your own? Maybe you have even MORE ideas on promotion that I didn't think of? I'd love for you to swing by and give me your two cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, hopefully to whet your appetite, here's the blurb for "Shut Up &amp;amp; Kiss Me":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kasey Davenport and Cole Roberts—adversaries since junior high when Cole did nothing but pull her hair, snap her bra strap, and tease her mercilessly—find themselves unexpectedly thrown together when Kasey is in town on a layover. As always, sparks fly between them, but this time the attraction simmering close to the surface explodes into a passion neither of them expected or wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of mutual avoidance and denying their attraction, can Kasey and Cole stop arguing long enough to discover if what they feel will last more than just one night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-7880422239767877222?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7880422239767877222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=7880422239767877222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7880422239767877222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7880422239767877222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/05/got-promotion.html' title='Got Promotion?'/><author><name>Mysti Holiday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04990678897223165757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EU-VmwPmGtM/SGJwdioZEkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GKca0gkeA2I/S220/legs-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EU-VmwPmGtM/S-LslhxLXJI/AAAAAAAAAoU/KS1_7X-83U4/s72-c/ShutUpAndKissMe_w4166_680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-417427862038556948</id><published>2010-04-30T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T11:47:01.193-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Loves Krissy'/><title type='text'>Johnny Loves Krissy by KyAnn Waters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma,new york,times,serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma,new york,times,serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma,new york,times,serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;This is an adult post. ( 18+ only )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Loves Krissy&lt;br /&gt;Copyright KyAnn Waters&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved, The Wild Rose Press&lt;br /&gt;Erotic Contemporary&lt;br /&gt;The Wilder Roses&lt;br /&gt;e-book novel $6.00&lt;br /&gt;rated double rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=182&amp;amp;products_id=770"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272642170_0"&gt;To Purchase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=182&amp;amp;products_id=770"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272642170_1"&gt;http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=182&amp;amp;products_id=770&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blurb:&lt;br /&gt;Kristina Taylor's biological clock just went off. She has &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272641513_1"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272642170_2"&gt;endometriosis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Now “who's your baby's daddy” just took on a completely new meaning. A brilliant plan for conception includes her hot best friend Johnny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock her up? Krissy has to be crazy. Or is she? Johnny has loved her since high school. Her plan might not include life after baby. His does. But how is he going to show her how good they can be together with all her rules--no kissing, no touching, no caressing. He can make love to her, but she's determined not to enjoy it. To hell with that and to hell with her rules. He's determined to show her friendship is the best foundation for a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But there are always complications. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Johnny, Krissy is afraid to look to the future. Right now, she can't get enough of the present, and she dreads the thought of losing what she's had with him in the past. Huston. Taking him to bed won't be a hardship--if she can only get him to play by her rules. After all, she wants to maintain their friendship. Not easy if he ends up being the best sex of her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our baby," she whispered with awe and wonder discernable in her voice. "Is this really happening?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes filled with tears. Johnny set the frying pan on the stove and pulled her out of the kitchen chair and into his arms. "Scary when it finally becomes real, isn't it?" He stroked her back. He felt her head nod against his chest. Then she went rigid and pushed against him. "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have bigger problems." She took two retreating steps. "The when, where and how."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pardon me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want some magical date etched into my mind reminding me of the day we conceived our baby. Where are we actually going to have sex? Not my bed. I'm not going to remember us every time I crawl beneath the covers. Not your bed either. I don't want you thinking about me when you go to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing she wasn't in his head. He'd  already taken her to his bed hundreds of times. In his dreams. "The where won't matter. You and I both know we'll never forget."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As for the when, I'm ready when you are." Krissy put her hands on her hips. "Actually, I should rephrase that. I'll be ready after you make breakfast and we eat. If we can decide where, then we can do it tonight. We just need to think of sex as the first step in a series of steps to reach the desired conclusion of having a baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if he could just forget he'd be making love while Krissy only thought of their being together as a means to an end. "At least we don't need to discuss the how."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, I think we do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny nearly crushed the egg he was holding in his hand instead of cracking it into the frying pan. He looked over his shoulder and cocked an eyebrow. Krissy sat at the table again with a serious look on her face, not a trace of humor in the straight line of her mouth. "I'm  capable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolled her eyes. "We both know what happens in relationships when one falls hard and not the other. That can't happen to us. So we need rules about the how." She held up one finger. "No kissing. That includes oral. I'm not sucking your dick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if I need help getting an erection? You won't be my fluff girl?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pursed her lips. "I'll get you a Viagra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mouth turned up on the left and he weakened. "Okay, let me hear the rest of your rules."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No caressing. I know you're an ass man. Mine is off limits. No touching outside of what is absolutely necessary. No grabbing hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are your tits off limits, too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes narrowed. "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter rolled from deep within his chest. Unbelievable. His dreams had come true and then morphed into his worst nightmare. He could make love to Krissy, but by god, he wasn't allowed to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you make me come, I'll clobber you the  minute you get off of me. I don't want you to be good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did she read minds now? "I can't control whether it's good or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you can! Just get on, come, and get off. Hopefully, we'll only have to fuck once."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I get to enjoy myself at all or is that against the rules as well?" Johnny flipped the eggs in the pan, then snatched the bread off the top of the refrigerator. He needed to calm down. Krissy's unrealistic ideal situation was a long way from his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course." She stood and poured them coffee. "You have to enjoy sex in order to reach orgasm. How else am I going to get pregnant? Coming is ejaculation. I don't suppose you're a premature ejaculator. The faster the better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Erotic Romance Author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.kyannwaters.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond, Times, Serif;color:#003399;"&gt;www.KyAnnWaters. com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="outline"&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r70/KyAnnWaters/JohnnyLovesKrissy_w5081_680.jpg?t=1265687439" alt="JohnnyLovesKrissy_w5081_680.jpg picture by KyAnnWaters" style="height: 540px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-417427862038556948?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/417427862038556948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=417427862038556948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/417427862038556948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/417427862038556948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/04/johnny-loves-krissy-by-kyann-waters.html' title='Johnny Loves Krissy by KyAnn Waters'/><author><name>KyAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-ciZ_Czpqw/S8M26VzkZkI/AAAAAAAAAQI/GVFKPSItfto/S220/ironman_msr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-6634152173984602697</id><published>2010-04-20T12:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:24:17.914-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anita Philmar'/><title type='text'>New Review for Banished Scoundrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99CaLJ5WRks/S83TaAs26MI/AAAAAAAAALI/7bj4J6OGcqw/s1600/BanishedScoundrel_w4202_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462254366888487106" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99CaLJ5WRks/S83TaAs26MI/AAAAAAAAALI/7bj4J6OGcqw/s320/BanishedScoundrel_w4202_300.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 300px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my latest review at Joyfully Reviewed&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by Klarissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banished Scoundrel is a story about adventure and a mission that returns more than what the hero ever hoped to gain. True love. Noelani and Jack are perfect characters that when brought together steam rises from the pages. Anita Philmar created a unique story with captivating characters and with emotion that will pull you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joyfullyreviewed.com/reviews/Apr10/banishedscoundrel.ap.html"&gt;Joyfully Reviewed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you love it too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita&lt;br /&gt;www.anitaphilmar.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-6634152173984602697?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6634152173984602697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=6634152173984602697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/6634152173984602697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/6634152173984602697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-review-for-banished-scoundrel.html' title='New Review for Banished Scoundrel'/><author><name>Anita Philmar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103703780649491282540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q1r-7eWS5Xo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2lwBP9CiRlU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99CaLJ5WRks/S83TaAs26MI/AAAAAAAAALI/7bj4J6OGcqw/s72-c/BanishedScoundrel_w4202_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-7251691958351227024</id><published>2010-04-09T09:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T09:55:27.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes a modern hero hunky?</title><content type='html'>Are my heroes what today’s women want? Do you like a man who is assertive, intelligent, funny, wealthy, or laid back? Some or all of the above? Take a poll and help me out. If your choice is not listed or if you want to clarify your choices, be sure to leave a comment in the postings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://beccadale.blogspot&lt;a href="http://beccadale.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-7251691958351227024?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7251691958351227024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=7251691958351227024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7251691958351227024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7251691958351227024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-makes-modern-hero-hunky.html' title='What makes a modern hero hunky?'/><author><name>Becca Dale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854661507227735148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J2szDhdTQUU/TTnvbeH6oQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/4pOjdLoPPB4/s220/Untamable_w5865_300%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-5449602430361935687</id><published>2010-04-02T03:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T03:01:01.787-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunny Hop Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becca Simone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance Writers Behaving Badly'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Hero</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the 8th stop in the Bunny Hop Tour for Romance Writers Behaving Badly. To start at the beginning and find out how you can win some great books and prizes, go &lt;a href="http://www.romancewritersbehavingbadly.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/S7VVAcX-LHI/AAAAAAAAACM/YEQ2ofKGOTA/s1600/gerard+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455359989734321266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/S7VVAcX-LHI/AAAAAAAAACM/YEQ2ofKGOTA/s320/gerard+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The perfect hero.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to create the perfect hero, I’d model him after actor Gerard Butler. I’d need to call him something else, obviously, which is fine by me as I’ve never been a fan of the name “Gerard.” I like the last name though. His first name would be something with hard consonants like Colton or Jake or Mick. I’ll go with JAKE BUTLER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake grew up in Scotland, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/S7VVMqJ67DI/AAAAAAAAACU/teJoh5ICyvY/s1600/gerard_butler_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455360199591914546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/S7VVMqJ67DI/AAAAAAAAACU/teJoh5ICyvY/s320/gerard_butler_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and has a dual citizenship with the U.S., so he travels back and forth often. He was raised by a single mom with two older siblings. As the youngest child, Jake grew up getting what he wanted when he wanted it. That hasn’t changed. He still gets what he wants when he wants it. Including women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake is a smart guy. In fact, in law school he was president of the school’s law society due to his intelligence, social skills and charm. He used his smarts and charm to work his way up the ladder in his law firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake’s not only smart, rich and successful, he’s also a nice guy. Once when hiking along the banks of a river, he heard the shouts of a woman nearby whose son was flailing in the water. Without a thought to his own safety, Jake dove in and saved the boy from certain drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the outside looking in, Jake seems to have it all. His life appears "egg"ceptional. But inside, something’s missing. He decides to take a leave of absence, sell his high-rise penthouse and travel the world for that elusive missing something. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/S7VVgFwk3dI/AAAAAAAAACc/ibq1QPjGSog/s1600/gerard_butler_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455360533419318738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/S7VVgFwk3dI/AAAAAAAAACc/ibq1QPjGSog/s320/gerard_butler_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of woman could be the missing link in this hero’s life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming on the Bunny Hop Tour with &lt;a href="http://www.romancewritersbehavingbadly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Romance Writers Behaving Badly&lt;/a&gt;! You should have just come from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chloewaits.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://chloewaits.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; and next in line is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeannestjames.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://jeannestjames.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-5449602430361935687?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5449602430361935687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=5449602430361935687' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5449602430361935687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5449602430361935687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/04/perfect-hero.html' title='The Perfect Hero'/><author><name>Becca Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907103716602407510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/SoH-0KSFFAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VfGy90WbnhY/S220/thumbnail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/S7VVAcX-LHI/AAAAAAAAACM/YEQ2ofKGOTA/s72-c/gerard+3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-7403580565369296574</id><published>2010-03-30T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T13:51:03.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology and today's author</title><content type='html'>Tell me what you think. Does technological savvy really make a difference in today's market? Visit Becca's Retreat at http://beccadale.blogspot.com/ and share your opinions as readers and writers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-7403580565369296574?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7403580565369296574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=7403580565369296574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7403580565369296574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7403580565369296574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/03/technology-and-todays-author.html' title='Technology and today&apos;s author'/><author><name>Becca Dale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854661507227735148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J2szDhdTQUU/TTnvbeH6oQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/4pOjdLoPPB4/s220/Untamable_w5865_300%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-8906778649298874646</id><published>2010-03-15T10:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:24:48.145-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anita Philmar'/><title type='text'>Reviews for Banished Scoundrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99CaLJ5WRks/S55AzktGl5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/BpSz1B7x80Y/s1600-h/BanishedS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448863853935237010" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99CaLJ5WRks/S55AzktGl5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/BpSz1B7x80Y/s320/BanishedS.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st Reviews:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two thumbs up to Ms. Philmar for providing us with an intense, adventure-driven story that will make your heart beat faster, give you goose bumps from the sexual tension emanating between Jack and Kitty, and make you swoon from the sensual vibes of a scoundrel. I would definitely recommend Banish Scoundrel, the second book in the series, to my friends and can’t wait for the Danella and Omar’s story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read the rest of the review at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackravensreviews.blogspot.com/2010/02/author-review-banished-scoundrel-by.html"&gt;http://theblackravensreviews.blogspot.com/2010/02/author-review-banished-scoundrel-by.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackravensreviews.blogspot.com/2010/02/author-review-banished-scoundrel-by.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Review: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anita Philmar has created a fantasy world that is rich with detail and imagination. The characters are fantastic and will have you cheering, crying and hoping for a happy ending as you read. This story is a great addition to any fantasy/paranormal lovers library. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read the rest of the review at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://yougottareadreviews.blogspot.com/2010/02/review-banished-scoundrel-by-anita.html?showComment=1266508096581_AIe9_BHhVko4WTWnXrerAR3J-pq_vzJth6pdq-eI4vXscxT3BFY7zQJYawHurx_xu5uq6X9jAWPcIPgEpH_8oeuvBsY4fIK8wiCqOLIsx0E2425PHcxO5heRjoy3hGuWjFZAM5boc7cem2GBm06p304JEOU5hIgA0dLnedRVfEn9wDr2bj2wgbOH8xx7E_umVL4LZVuGVi5QN4aQsCN1tzSEwlXcnIfWJExhDcIXwxmpeTuRuuUpQXpUXpdS6QqYN_cfoY8TaUNw#c8373372487241065132"&gt;You Gotta Read Reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-8906778649298874646?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8906778649298874646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=8906778649298874646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8906778649298874646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8906778649298874646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/03/reviews-for-banished-scoundrel.html' title='Reviews for Banished Scoundrel'/><author><name>Anita Philmar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103703780649491282540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q1r-7eWS5Xo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2lwBP9CiRlU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99CaLJ5WRks/S55AzktGl5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/BpSz1B7x80Y/s72-c/BanishedS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-6928135071820429450</id><published>2010-03-04T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:26:36.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trailer back up</title><content type='html'>There were a few problems but it is back up and running. Keep your fingers crossed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yw9nIGlb1oE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yw9nIGlb1oE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-6928135071820429450?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6928135071820429450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=6928135071820429450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/6928135071820429450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/6928135071820429450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/03/trailer-back-up.html' title='Trailer back up'/><author><name>Becca Dale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854661507227735148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J2szDhdTQUU/TTnvbeH6oQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/4pOjdLoPPB4/s220/Untamable_w5865_300%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-5379541887458932697</id><published>2010-02-27T03:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:22:53.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RomWBB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becca Simone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance Writers Behaving Badly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog tour'/><title type='text'>Erotic Love in the Springtime blog tour for Romance Writers Behaving Badly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome blog hoppers! This is the kickoff tour for &lt;a href="http://romancewritersbehavingbadly.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romance Writers Behaving Badly&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/a&gt;You can win BIG if you start at the beginning and comment on every blog. You can win up to 5 books!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should have just come from &lt;a href="http://lissamatthews.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lissa Matthews' &lt;/a&gt;blog. The starting blog is &lt;a href="http://romancewritersbehavingbadly.blogspot/"&gt;Romancing Writers Behaving Badly.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;by Becca Simone, TWRP author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The coming of spring always brings to mind spring cleaning. But housework is SO not erotic (unless you’re my great aunt, whose DH insisted she clean house naked, but that’s a whole other post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is when many of us look ahead to the summer and realize we’d better get our diet and exercise program in gear. I think it’s also a great time to renew our sexual selves, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What changes can you make to your body and mind to feel more sexy and fresh? Here are some ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s start with the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re like some of my girlfriends, you don’t &lt;strong&gt;shave your legs&lt;/strong&gt; much in the winter (I have to, because I wear fitness shorts and capris in my day job). Unless your honey likes your legs as hairy as his, I’d suggest buying a good razor and using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How’s your bikini line&lt;/strong&gt;? A razor works well here, too. My DH and I are fine with me just trimming the edge of the forest a bit, but I know some couples who like the Brazilian wax, otherwise known as The Sphynx, which involves the complete removal of all hair &lt;em&gt;down there&lt;/em&gt;. Now, I have two problems with this. 1) It’s named after a smooth-skinned, hairless cat. Ick. 2) I know the position I’d have to be in to get this done, and the only face I want upclose and personal with my naked ass cheeks and naughty bits is Mr. Simone’s. But if you and your man think bald is beautiful, schedule an appointment now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we’re talking hair, how about getting &lt;strong&gt;a new haircut&lt;/strong&gt;? There’s nothing like a hot new hairstyle to make you feel sexy and desirable. And when you feel sexy and desirable, your honey benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/S4iHGBIW0sI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ULohKB4Si4s/s1600-h/Becca+blog0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442748687129694914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/S4iHGBIW0sI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ULohKB4Si4s/s200/Becca+blog0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been doing your &lt;strong&gt;kegels&lt;/strong&gt;? Strengthening the muscles that form the pelvic floor will lead to more gratifying sex for both you and your partner. Don’t know how? The easiest way to locate these muscles is while you’re peeing. Squeeze the muscles that stop the flow of pee. You just did a kegel. Squeeze and release whenever you think about it, because you can do them anytime, anywhere. No one will know. I do kegels whenever I’m at a stoplight/sign or standing in line. My favorite time to do them, though, is when I’m talking to really uptight people who’d be mortified to know I write erotica. Makes me smile inside because they have no idea that I’m working my sex muscles during our conversation. Aim for 100 a day. Your sex partner will thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hips a little tight? &lt;strong&gt;Looser hips&lt;/strong&gt; inspire lots of new and exciting sexual positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hip opener #1:&lt;/em&gt; The cobbler pose from yoga. Sit on the floor with the soles of your feet together and near your groin. Let your knees fall open toward th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/S4iH7tt-YVI/AAAAAAAAABI/FzqFlgIVLfQ/s1600-h/Becca+blog0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442749609631703378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/S4iH7tt-YVI/AAAAAAAAABI/FzqFlgIVLfQ/s200/Becca+blog0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e floor. Relax and breathe into the stretch for at least 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hip opener #2:&lt;/em&gt; From cobbler pose, push your feet forward along the floor until you can barely reach them with your fingertips. Flex your feet, grab your toes and pull yourself forward toward your feet. You’ll feel this in your bum and hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inner thighs a bit weak? &lt;strong&gt;Strong thighs&lt;/strong&gt; are a huge turn-on to men. And you’ll love the power rush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/S4iHi7XkTrI/AAAAAAAAABA/8DLATXyWfUk/s1600-h/Becca+blog0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442749183799086770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/S4iHi7XkTrI/AAAAAAAAABA/8DLATXyWfUk/s200/Becca+blog0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inner thigh exercise #1&lt;/em&gt;: Lie on your back on the floor or bed with your legs in the air. Put a big exercise ball or fluffy pillow between your ankles. Squeeze and release 20x. Pretend you’re trying to pop the ball or pillow. Repeat 3x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inner thigh exercise #2&lt;/em&gt;: Wide-legged squats. Stand with feet more than hip distance apart, toes turned out (so knees track over them as you squat). Keeping your back straight, lower your hips slowly toward the floor. Squeeze the bum hard as you straighten your legs. Repeat 20x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you bought &lt;strong&gt;new undies&lt;/strong&gt;? Or a &lt;strong&gt;new bra&lt;/strong&gt;? Or some &lt;strong&gt;sexy lingerie&lt;/strong&gt;? Take your honey lingerie shopping with you. Have him pick out his fantasy outfit for you, then you also pick out something that makes you feel and look desirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just the tip of the iceberg. I’m sure you have many more ideas. I’d love to hear them (so would Mr. Simone). What can you do this week to refresh your sexual self?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can learn a bit more about me on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://beccasimone.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; or on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/beccasimone.author"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. My story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=142&amp;amp;products_id=727"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Midnight Treat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is available now at The Wild Rose Press.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next on the blog tour is: &lt;a href="http://ketadiablo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keta Diablo's &lt;/a&gt;blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;All readers who post on each and every blog for the Romance Writers Behaving Badly tour are eligible for some great prizes: FREE BOOKS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-5379541887458932697?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5379541887458932697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=5379541887458932697' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5379541887458932697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5379541887458932697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/02/spring-cleaning-our-sexual-selves.html' title='Erotic Love in the Springtime blog tour for Romance Writers Behaving Badly'/><author><name>Becca Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907103716602407510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/SoH-0KSFFAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VfGy90WbnhY/S220/thumbnail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/S4iHGBIW0sI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ULohKB4Si4s/s72-c/Becca+blog0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-2064110214071368221</id><published>2010-02-26T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:45:31.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new release'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off Limits'/><title type='text'>OFF LIMITS Release &amp; Reviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlEqhrf5s5Q/S4boL8kTfqI/AAAAAAAAALA/gsbrkANkfng/s1600-h/OffLimits_w4994_300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlEqhrf5s5Q/S4boL8kTfqI/AAAAAAAAALA/gsbrkANkfng/s320/OffLimits_w4994_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm excited to announce that OFF LIMITS, a "Cougar Club" Scarlet Rosette, is out today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=750"&gt;Buy now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blurb:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does a woman who usually follows the straight and narrow end up handcuffed to a chair by her ex-husband’s younger brother, a wickedly delicious man who just happens to be a cop? And the star of her most forbidden fantasies. Kara Reynolds has spent the past thirty-eight years being a good girl, but there’s something about Austin that makes her want to be really bad. Now, she’s caught in a situation that could either humiliate her...or set her free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 Diamond review from Got Erotic Romance:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you enjoy second chance at love stories, you will enjoy this one. It is short, packed with emotion, and you can’t help finding yourself pulling for the younger man intent on convincing the woman he loves to give him a chance. If you’re a woman beyond the “perfect body” stage in life, you’re going to identify with the heroine and understand her doubts. This is a quick read and a feel-good story where hope for that magical happily-ever-after shines bright." Starla Kaye, reviewer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goteroticromance.blogspot.com/2010/02/off-limits-by-lia-slater.html?zx=d12a5c326c206f5e"&gt;Read the full review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.5 Stars from Book Wenches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is utterly and undeniably an entertaining read. One of the things I find that makes a short story enjoyable is an author that is able to give plenty of background to make the story come full circle, and Ms. Slater does this with finesse. I didn't feel like I was missing out on anything. I thoroughly enjoyed the thought of the younger guy; especially one as hot as Austin. The characters seem realistic, and I liked how they show so much emotion." Teagan, reviewer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookwenches.com/february10reviews.htm"&gt;Read the full review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lia Slater&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liaslater.com/"&gt;http://www.liaslater.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-2064110214071368221?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2064110214071368221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=2064110214071368221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2064110214071368221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2064110214071368221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/02/off-limits-release-reviews.html' title='OFF LIMITS Release &amp; Reviews'/><author><name>Lia Slater</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlEqhrf5s5Q/SrlEbU_dHEI/AAAAAAAAADA/uQCOqISWu8U/S220/1129186_68214433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlEqhrf5s5Q/S4boL8kTfqI/AAAAAAAAALA/gsbrkANkfng/s72-c/OffLimits_w4994_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-3945686857875641613</id><published>2010-02-25T20:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:42:55.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Temptation Trailer - what do you think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-3945686857875641613?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3945686857875641613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=3945686857875641613' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3945686857875641613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3945686857875641613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweet-temptation-trailer-what-do-you.html' title='Sweet Temptation Trailer - what do you think'/><author><name>Becca Dale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854661507227735148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J2szDhdTQUU/TTnvbeH6oQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/4pOjdLoPPB4/s220/Untamable_w5865_300%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-3861296630261308067</id><published>2010-02-11T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:50:55.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tess Lamont'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bound to be Mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trailer'/><title type='text'>Bound to be Mine Contest &amp; Trailer</title><content type='html'>My first erotic Rosette, Bound to be Mine, will be available tomorrow, just in time to warm you up for Valentine's Day.  What's more, if you stop by my blog, &lt;a href="http://www.tesslamont.com"&gt;www.tesslamont.com&lt;/a&gt;, today or tomorrow and post a comment on ANY entry, and I'll enter you into a contest to win a free copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know more?  Watch my story trailer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JQqb6_VkbTc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JQqb6_VkbTc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&amp;amp; check my blog Saturday afternoon to find out who won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &amp;amp; Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-3861296630261308067?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3861296630261308067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=3861296630261308067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3861296630261308067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3861296630261308067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/02/bound-to-be-mine-contest-trailer.html' title='Bound to be Mine Contest &amp; Trailer'/><author><name>Tess Lamont</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyT5efMQeuM/SjpcJZ9Hp9I/AAAAAAAAABY/dw-MWQRJOXk/S220/Blog+Tess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-2260716605221973855</id><published>2010-02-05T09:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:25:24.964-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anita Philmar'/><title type='text'>Met a Scoundrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/images/covers/BanishedScoundrel_w4202_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/images/covers/BanishedScoundrel_w4202_300.jpg" style="float: right; height: 300px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hero Jack Avery is so excited by the release of his book he's taken over my blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anitaphilmar.blogspot.com/"&gt;anitaphilmar.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop by and meet him or read his story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banished Scoundrel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known scoundrel Jack Avery must earn the queen's forgiveness by rescuing her missing daughter from the human world. His sources reveal the Princess Noelani is being held by a powerful man who likes a good game of chance. So with twenty borrowed pieces of gold Jack enters the high-stakes game. Only the lady he encounters is no princess. This pretty Kitty makes him want to hear her purr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under a memory spell, Kitty recalls nothing before the governor bought her from her parents and offered her protection from those he claims would kill her kind. So what if, in order to control her, he forces Kitty to morph then deprives her of sexual release after transformation. But the crafty card player she is assigned to “entertain” reveals himself as a kindred spirit—a shape shifter—and unravels the lie she’s been forced to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together Jack and Kitty risk it all, for the stakes are high and the prize is worth it...freedom, forgiveness, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet fragrance of honey-suckle filtered through his senses. Did she crush the delicate petals against her skin or sprinkle the pollen in her hair? Moreover, where could she find the springtime flowers at this time of year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have you dropped off your stipend for the game tomorrow?” She laid her finely, manicured hand on his arm. The dainty touch sent sparks of awareness through him, and his cock swelled. “The governor likes to put all the money in his strongbox for safekeeping before the party begins.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack reined in his desire and reminded himself of his primary objective—to transport the lady back to Ardenia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he liked Sloan’s clever rule. If a man didn’t contribute the required gold coins to the game, the governor shouldn’t waste resources entertaining him. “No, I can’t say that I have. I arrived just a few moments ago.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then let me show you to the study, and I’ll fetch you a drink.” She touched his arm again and stepped into the foyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bowed his head slightly and played the unfamiliar part of a refined gentleman. “And you are?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fluttered her hand over her face and brushed a wisp of light brown hair from her brow. “The governor calls me Kitty. It’d probably be best if you did, too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What an alluring name? It makes me think of a cat with its lips covered by a luscious coat of cream.” Jack stared at Kitty’s mouth, and his tongue tingled at the idea of tasting her rich, flavorful lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She giggled and wove her hand through the crook in his arm. The soft swell of her breast bumped against his arm. “Oh, you’re naughty, but I love the alluring image.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then, I hope you’ll let me have a taste later.” He didn’t crowd her but allowed her to step back. She led him across the entranceway to a door on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember she’s a princess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=756"&gt;http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=756&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita&lt;br /&gt;www.anitaphilmar.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-2260716605221973855?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2260716605221973855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=2260716605221973855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2260716605221973855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2260716605221973855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/02/met-scoundrel.html' title='Met a Scoundrel'/><author><name>Anita Philmar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103703780649491282540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q1r-7eWS5Xo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2lwBP9CiRlU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-7712317044202130558</id><published>2010-01-26T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:01:24.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitten by Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kilt Worthy'/><title type='text'>Praise for Kilt Worthy from Bitten by Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-kiltworthy-82306-141.html?referrer=bittenbybooks"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane has been single for far too long. Her last boyfriend did a number on her self esteem by calling her Plain Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan MacLaren a fine looking Scotsman in a kilt. With his chocolate brown eyes and beautiful body, he could have any woman he wants with just a crook of his finger.Jane woke up, wanting to take some pictures. She threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. She finds a hot looking Scotsman in her lens and starts to take pictures of him until he notices and gives her a heart stopping smile. He asks her to come with him, and she can’t help but say yes to him. Like a pig to slaughter, she follows him. Logan has been looking for the one for centuries until today. He knows that he has found her in Jane - he just needs to make her believe him. She has been hurt badly, and he needs to make her see herself as a beauty like he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Bybee’s charming book &lt;a href="http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-kiltworthy-82306-141.html?referrer=bittenbybooks"&gt;Kilt Worthy&lt;/a&gt; was wonderful. It is in first person, which I admit is not my favorite - I like to know what everyone is thinking because I am nosy. Jane has some major self esteem issues, and I think I would do if I had dated her ex. Logan is perfect looking, but does he have substance? Oh, yes he does. Logan makes up his mind to make Jane feel special and know passion as a woman should. He also has a fun time listening to her because she always seems to say the wrong thing. Sounds familiar.&lt;br /&gt;Book Stats:&lt;br /&gt;e-book, digital format&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: &lt;a title="Check out other awesome books from Changeling Press here" href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php" target="_blank"&gt;The WILDER Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book Length: Novella&lt;br /&gt;Language: English&lt;br /&gt;ISBN: d3419&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-7712317044202130558?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7712317044202130558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=7712317044202130558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7712317044202130558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7712317044202130558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/01/praise-for-kilt-worthy-from-bitten-by.html' title='Praise for Kilt Worthy from Bitten by Books'/><author><name>Catherine Bybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804889684095619535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3FoitDtpkLg/STGaEdWBiQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ckPER3D7qtE/S220/fire+-+Thanksgiving+08+099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-3221733398583940485</id><published>2010-01-22T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T09:00:06.517-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new release'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wild Rose Press'/><title type='text'>Heat Up Your Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HROVUJ3ZJ0/S1iwKvICjOI/AAAAAAAAABk/eIzQNAoP39I/s1600-h/InPlainSight_w4597_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HROVUJ3ZJ0/S1iwKvICjOI/AAAAAAAAABk/eIzQNAoP39I/s320/InPlainSight_w4597_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429283049290501346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PLAIN SIGHT is now available at &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=755"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wilder Rose Press&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=755"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you think of a better way to heat up your weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re too dangerous.”  The words slipped out before she was even aware of voicing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;     His eyes widened, and  another of those sexy devilish grins spread across his lips.  “I’m not  dangerous.  I’m a teddy bear.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;     Victoria gave a snort  of laughter.  He took another step into the room and suddenly her bedroom felt  too small.  Now the man invading her territory.  “Grizzly bear is more like it,”  she muttered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;     “A man,” he said,  taking two more steps.  “A man who wants to get to know you better.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;     “If we get to know  each other any better, we’ll be arrested.”  Her gaze locked with his.  He stood  less than a foot length from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;     “I got things a  little backwards last night.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;     “Backwards?”  That  was an odd word to use.  She tilted her head to one side and stared at  him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;     “Yep, backwards.”   His arm rose, and he caressed her cheek.  “Making love to you in the elevator  was impulsive.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoHeader" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;     She opened her  mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;     “But,” he continued  before she could get a word out.  “I don’t regret one second of  it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Stop by my website www.marietuhart.com and enter my contest for a drawing of a basket filled with goodies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-3221733398583940485?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3221733398583940485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=3221733398583940485' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3221733398583940485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3221733398583940485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/01/heat-up-your-weekend.html' title='Heat Up Your Weekend'/><author><name>Marie Tuhart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08140971635915166589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9dc5uvx5Ks/TiWh59bE6wI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YD_i4pZXe7Y/s220/15133_103011639719589_100000322591802_70362_6368494_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-HROVUJ3ZJ0/S1iwKvICjOI/AAAAAAAAABk/eIzQNAoP39I/s72-c/InPlainSight_w4597_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-537656055776765821</id><published>2010-01-17T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:08:25.287-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scarlet Line'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitten by Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wild Rose Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destined to Mate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. A. Salo'/><title type='text'>Great Review for Destined to Mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 id="post-16166"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bittenbybooks.com/?p=16166" rel="bookmark"&gt;Destined to Mate by C.A. Salo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div class="meta"&gt;Posted under &lt;a href="http://bittenbybooks.com/?cat=165" title="View all posts in Adult Content" rel="category"&gt;Adult Content&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bittenbybooks.com/?cat=3" title="View all posts in Book Reviews" rel="category"&gt;Book Reviews&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bittenbybooks.com/?cat=6" title="View all posts in Shapeshifters" rel="category"&gt;Shapeshifters&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bittenbybooks.com/?cat=93" title="View all posts in e-books" rel="category"&gt;e-books&lt;/a&gt; by Amy on Wednesday 30 December 2009 at 7:56 pm &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div class="rating"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bittenbybooks.com/wp-content/plugins/rate-my-stuff/tombstone35.solid.gif" alt="*" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bittenbybooks.com/wp-content/plugins/rate-my-stuff/tombstone35.solid.gif" alt="*" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bittenbybooks.com/wp-content/plugins/rate-my-stuff/tombstone35.solid.gif" alt="*" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bittenbybooks.com/wp-content/plugins/rate-my-stuff/tombstone35.solid.gif" alt="*" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bittenbybooks.com/wp-content/plugins/rate-my-stuff/tombstone35.solid.gif" alt="*" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=682&amp;amp;zenid=7db8d27739d8d8b3e45538c1fc711a29"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-16167" title="Click this image now to buy your copy of Destined to Mate" src="http://bittenbybooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/destinedtomate_w2743_300.jpg" alt="" width="100" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morgan is an Alpha. He saves Alexis when a huntress swings her sword to kill her. Surrounded by Lycans, her inner beast forces her to change. Morgan is puzzled. He has no idea who and what she is. He met various species – fae, vamps, etc - before but he has never met one like her. What puzzles him the most is the attraction between them. He never wanted a mate before, but now the idea seems very alluring. But can he handle her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-16166"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It started off very interestingly. With every flip of a page, I went deeper and deeper. The story sucked me into it, and I just can’t stop myself wanting to know what might happen next. I enjoy every second reading it and was frustrated when it ended. Argh!! I so want a sequel for this. It just started to get really good in the end. C.A. Salo continues to outdo herself in this novella. Great read!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book Stats:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e-book, digital format&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Publisher: &lt;a title="Check out other awesome books from The Wild Rose Press here" href="http://thewildrosepress.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book Length: Novella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Language: English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://bittenbybooks.com/?p=16166"&gt;http://bittenbybooks.com/?p=16166&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thank you Amy and Bitten By Books to take the time to read and write a review for my book!! I appreciate the feed back and happy that you enjoyed my writings!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-537656055776765821?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/537656055776765821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=537656055776765821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/537656055776765821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/537656055776765821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-review-for-destined-to-mate.html' title='Great Review for Destined to Mate'/><author><name>C. A. Salo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241880263049779380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YeJ09_PyxTg/R2FXFZRFToI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fRGs5PW8xYc/S220/aslaveswayout.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-3579100252474534912</id><published>2010-01-15T17:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:51:27.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Call for Submissions: New Scarlet Rose Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uznP0FRIZ38/S1DvCIRKm9I/AAAAAAAAABY/e36uRs51CHQ/s1600-h/CK4banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427100370839706578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uznP0FRIZ38/S1DvCIRKm9I/AAAAAAAAABY/e36uRs51CHQ/s320/CK4banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;He’s ruggedly sexy in jeans, boots and a cowboy hat.&lt;br /&gt;He’s a wild mustang, dangerous and untamed.&lt;br /&gt;Men in this series like their lovin’ like the broncs they ride,&lt;br /&gt;rough and with a hard twist--it’s all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Cowboy Kink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guidelines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosette and miniature rose length – 7500 to 40,000 computer word count.&lt;br /&gt;All stories must meet the double rose rating.*&lt;br /&gt;Stories can fall into any genre so long as the cowboy element** is present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Double rose stories must include one or more of the following:&lt;br /&gt;Extreme explicit language, anal sex, BDSM, fetishism, and/or ménage and more.&lt;br /&gt;Submissions not reaching the double rose rating can still be contracted but will not be listed with the Cowboy Kink series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Wearing boots and a hat do not a cowboy make. These heroes must be men who work ranches, ride the rodeo, etc. Think hard-working, sweaty, muscled, and rough around the edges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Established Scarlet Rose authors, submit directly to your editor. New authors submit to &lt;a title="mailto:queryus@thewildrosepress.com" href="mailto:queryus@thewildrosepress.com"&gt;queryus@thewildrosepress.com&lt;/a&gt; with a subject line &lt;strong&gt;Scarlet Rose Submission: Cowboy Kink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-3579100252474534912?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3579100252474534912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=3579100252474534912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3579100252474534912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3579100252474534912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2010/01/hes-ruggedly-sexy-in-jeans-boots-and.html' title='Call for Submissions: New Scarlet Rose Series'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369724912348834222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uznP0FRIZ38/SKWHQwJlncI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LNiPz7kQ4Xc/S220/Black-rose-VI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uznP0FRIZ38/S1DvCIRKm9I/AAAAAAAAABY/e36uRs51CHQ/s72-c/CK4banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-9077433816720913728</id><published>2009-12-20T16:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:25:56.369-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anita Philmar'/><title type='text'>Check out the Latest Review for Black Dragon's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/images/covers/BlackDragonsH_w2574_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/images/covers/BlackDragonsH_w2574_300.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This is the third and final book of Anita Philmar’s Black Dragon trilogy. It is full of action and suspense, as well as lots of hot and sweaty sex, in many varied locations. Sarah is an extremely intelligent young woman, and is key to the difficulties facing her race of people. She has access to everything she needs to find out why her race is dying out, and with Jake’s help she intends to find out. She is a strong and determined heroine, although she has her moments of doubt as well."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read the rest of the review visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2009/12/black-dragons-heart-by-anita-philmar.html?zx=c1dedd8acc71af14"&gt;http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2009/12/black-dragons-heart-by-anita-philmar.html?zx=c1dedd8acc71af14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-9077433816720913728?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/9077433816720913728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=9077433816720913728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/9077433816720913728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/9077433816720913728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/12/check-out-last-review-for-black-dragons.html' title='Check out the Latest Review for Black Dragon&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Anita Philmar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103703780649491282540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q1r-7eWS5Xo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2lwBP9CiRlU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-8973792849382355700</id><published>2009-12-11T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:46:00.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new release'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AFTER HOURS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynne Roberts'/><title type='text'>Just in time for the Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgK3e59kRs8/Sx3NDiq0-eI/AAAAAAAAAKM/l-SPtoX3uhI/s1600-h/AfterHours_w4546_680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgK3e59kRs8/Sx3NDiq0-eI/AAAAAAAAAKM/l-SPtoX3uhI/s400/AfterHours_w4546_680.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412707787898943970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER HOURS is now available at &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wilder Rose Press&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you think of a better way to warm up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men simply walk across a room, but not David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle Simpson watched from her office as the new intern, his hips moving in a predatory roll, strolled to the copier and stood with his back toward her. No, not David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt the color rise in her cheeks as her gaze traced his body, from the dark hair just curling at the nape of his neck, past wide shoulders, to the dangerous-looking narrow hips and an ass made for grabbing. Her body warmed and her inner thighs began to tingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David turned, as though he could sense her scrutiny, and flashed a smile that could short-circuit a city. Hell, it certainly did a number on her. Elle swallowed, hiding behind a noncommittal nod, and hoped she gave the impression she was too busy for pleasantries. Damn. She needed to be more careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many years with the company, she’d earned her reputation as a dependable, hard working, no-nonsense kind of woman. She grimaced. What would her fellow employees think if they knew every time David Nelson walked in the room, Elle’s synapses stopped firing as all the blood left her head to settle between her legs? She shifted on her chair and the friction caused her pussy to ache, reminding her of its neglected state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently finished with the copier, David gathered his papers and walked back to his cubicle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle tilted her head to better watch him walk down the hall. A damn sexy man. Perhaps he’d been born with some sort of exclusive hip design. It would explain the fluidity of movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle shrugged. One thing was certain—when David walked into a room, or out of it, he had her undivided attention. She didn’t think he was trying to be sexy, or if he was, the effort had become, well...effortless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-8973792849382355700?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8973792849382355700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=8973792849382355700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8973792849382355700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8973792849382355700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-in-time-for-holidays.html' title='Just in time for the Holidays'/><author><name>Shawna Thomas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1kVPW4vuXw/TidMkN0gGAI/AAAAAAAAAlM/hi0-W8Jrafo/s220/photoedit1%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgK3e59kRs8/Sx3NDiq0-eI/AAAAAAAAAKM/l-SPtoX3uhI/s72-c/AfterHours_w4546_680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-3058536241009675981</id><published>2009-11-28T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:18:10.970-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia Cameron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becca Simone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Artist&apos;s Way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Treat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Recovery'/><title type='text'>Becoming a less neurotic writer AKA Creative Recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=727"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/images/covers/MidnightTreat_w3773_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Becca Simone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; while back, I set out on a journey to become a less neurotic writer in 12 weeks, using &lt;em&gt;The Artist's Way&lt;/em&gt; by Julia Cameron as my guide. Well, I’m realizing it’ll probably take way longer than that. I have a lifetime of bad habits and neuroses to overcome. Cameron calls this journey “creative recovery.” Hmm. That has a much more positive ring to it, doesn’t it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal journey involves daily journaling, meditating, yoga and nature walks. I haven’t been doing any of those things as much as I would like, but I am making progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally have the meanest, bitchiest internal editor to ever walk the face of the earth. Her name is Helga. Ugly name for an ugly being. She is downright cruel. You should hear what she says to me. It’s not even printable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the month of November I’ve been involved in NaNo, and I think the frantic, don’t-look-back pace of writing has helped me to avoid, or at least temporarily shut up, Helga a bit. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I’ve read in The Artist’s Way have really hit home. In Week 3 Cameron talks about how anger is at the root of much of our creative neuroses. She says that “in the recovery of a blocked artist, anger is a sign of health.” Awesome. I must be a flippin’ health guru, because I’ve been mad a lot. Recently, a couple of writer friends/acquaintances who just started writing achieved greater success (ie: big sales to major publishers) than I have in all my years of struggling. I went through the mature reactions of “It’s not fair!” and “They haven’t paid their dues!” and listened when Helga told me that I’ll never achieve similar success because I suck as a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was a really pleasant time in the Simone household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron asks us to pinpoint what it is we’re really mad at. She says anger is our friend—it will always tell us when we have betrayed ourselves. This was an “a ha!” moment for me. I’m not really angry at these friends or even the situation. I’m angry at myself—for the opportunities I didn’t explore, the countless hours I’ve wasted not writing, the wrong turns I’ve taken. It’s all about me. Now that I realize it’s &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; I’m pissed at, now maybe I can redirect that feeling into my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron also talks about synchronicity, which is another word for answered prayers. Be careful what you wish for, knock and the door will open, ask and you will receive, however you want to say it. Cameron says once we begin our creative recovery, synchronicity will pop up everywhere. It’s really true. It’s happened to me. I experienced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; this just recently. I was just telling one of my CPs that I really want to do a blog under my pen name but didn’t have the time to go solo. I wished I knew of a group of erotica writers to blog with. The very next day I get an email from a fellow erotica author asking if I might be interested in joining a new group blog. Can you hear the Twilight Zone theme song here? Weird, eh? Another recent instance was as I worked on a promo plan for my next release. I wrote in my notebook to brainstorm creative places to hold a booksigning. That very day, a friend told me she’s planning a huge naughty toy party in February, right in time for Valentine’s Day, and would I be interested in selling some of my books there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it for yourself. Put your wish or desire “out there” and see what happens. And keep me posted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-3058536241009675981?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3058536241009675981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=3058536241009675981' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3058536241009675981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3058536241009675981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/11/becoming-less-neurotic-writer-aka.html' title='Becoming a less neurotic writer AKA Creative Recovery'/><author><name>Becca Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907103716602407510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/SoH-0KSFFAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VfGy90WbnhY/S220/thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-1709104369036364579</id><published>2009-11-14T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:59:17.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays, Being Superwoman &amp; Finding Time to Write</title><content type='html'>Now that Halloween is over, I can't ignore what I've been trying so hard to ignore...the holidays are looming. Don't get me wrong, I love Thanksgiving. Who doesn't love a great turkey dinner with all the trimmings and family gathered around? The feast is always at my house and now that some of my kids are grown and on their own, significant others and strays have wandered in and taken seats at our table, which I think is great. The more the merrier means fewer leftovers. Plus, we have a quaint tradition where everyone at the table has to give a reason for being thankful...last year, my brother-in-law gave thanks that his "soldiers were good swimmers" (my sister had just revealed her pregnancy to the rest of us). Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is really what stresses me out. Shopping, baking, wrapping, hostessing, decorating. Okay, I'll admit it, I'm a scrooge in the decorating area, I hate to decorate and hate to put the decorations away after the holidays even worse. When we sold our artificial Christmas tree before a big move, I dragged my feet for three years before we bought another one. I didn't miss it. But my biggest gripe about the holidays is the time it takes away from my writing. While I'm being superwoman, my characters are talking to me, calling me a neglectful mommy, asking me to please start taking dictation. They get impatient. I get frustrated. I'm afraid I'll forget what they're saying or won't remember that really cool plot twist that came to me while rolling out sugar cookies. As fellow writers, you understand this crushing fear. Well, maybe not the sugar cookie part but you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my New Year's resolution, six weeks early, is to take time for my WIP this holiday season. Surely I can carve out time in my day, I'm superwoman after all. Simple solution - I just won't decorate. Yeah, that's it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays and don't forget to write!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-1709104369036364579?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1709104369036364579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=1709104369036364579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1709104369036364579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1709104369036364579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/11/holidays-being-superwoman-finding-time.html' title='Holidays, Being Superwoman &amp; Finding Time to Write'/><author><name>Valerie Mann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11761558020418265338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ox-772IBC0/ShQYcAAYrcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SPoVOD6yr6w/S220/fanningoldflames-squarebutton.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-1856708139847291028</id><published>2009-11-01T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T09:59:51.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Netbooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. A. Salo'/><title type='text'>A Little Bit of Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/fall%20back" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fall Back Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq209/Wildflowerafternoons/Seasons_4albums/Autumn/DontForget-FallBack_ss.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s448.photobucket.com/albums/qq209/Wildflowerafternoons/"&gt;Wildflowerafternoons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so it's the day after Halloween. For the first time in thirteen years, I had a quiet, I don't have to go out, fight traffic, crowds and the fright of a little kid running out infront of my car night. Yes, the teenager went off to do his own thing, not trick or treating, all he wanted was the candy, admitted he's really not into it anymore, so I told him I'd buy a couple bags today to satisfy the candy hunger and he was happy with that, LOL. So now it's time to start having Halloween Parties. *YAY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not sure about the rest of you, but my butt was up at 7:23 AM (Damn turning back the clocks) :-) What did I do, well, I jumped right back into bed until 8AM, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I do feel fully refreshed and rested though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida's starting to cool down a bit, *YAY* it's to be in the low 80's today with less humidity and in the upper 50's tonight!! I've waited so long!! (Hand brushing across forehead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/dell" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 166px" height="222" alt="dell mini Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i810.photobucket.com/albums/zz24/jorge1782/dell_mini_10.jpg" width="403" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s810.photobucket.com/albums/zz24/jorge1782/"&gt;jorge1782&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also in the market for a mini netbook. I've played with a few here and there, messed around with a Acer and A dell mini inspiration last night at Wal-Mart and went to read several reviews. I really like the key board on the dell. The buttons are just a bit larger, and felt more comfortable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seems the Toshiba mini has had a lot of negative feed back about the keypad being really sensitive and the mouse jumping around. That is one thing I want to avoid big time. I can't stand that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there have a netbook they want to share the scoop on? I'll take the Good, the Bad and the Ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more coffee so I'm going to end here and say, Good Morning to Happy the Clock has been turned back day! You all got to sleep an extra hour and wake up earlier, LOL. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-1856708139847291028?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1856708139847291028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=1856708139847291028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1856708139847291028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1856708139847291028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-bit-of-everything.html' title='A Little Bit of Everything'/><author><name>C. A. Salo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241880263049779380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YeJ09_PyxTg/R2FXFZRFToI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fRGs5PW8xYc/S220/aslaveswayout.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-6491405770875124378</id><published>2009-10-26T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:10:18.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia Cameron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artists Way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writers block'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurotic writers'/><title type='text'>Week 2--Becoming a Less Neurotic Writer in 12 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How's everyone doing out there? I can't say I'm feeling less neurotic, but I am focusing more on my writing and trying my best to ignore that brutal internal editor bitching on my shoulder. Is it working? Mmm, not really, but I am getting better at telling her to shut up. My week one checkin is at the end of the post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Week Two: Recovering a Sense of Identity. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Julia Cameron's quote here: "Going sane feels just like going crazy." Yeah, that’s about right. But if that’s true, how do you tell the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron talks about barriers to our creativity. One of them is external. She calls them “crazymakers.” They’re the people in your life who create storm centers and chaos. The ones who need us right when we’re about to write or are in the middle of writing. The ones who always have some sort of melodrama in their life that then becomes part of our life. The ones who tell us we’re being selfish by taking time to write. Luckily, I don’t have a crazymaker in my life right now, but if you do, consider what you can do to either get them out of your life or minimize the damage they inflict upon your creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also internal barriers to our creativity. The biggest one is our skepticism. Cameron describes the mind like a room. Inside our room are all our usual ideas about our life, our creativity, our higher power, etc. The room has a door and it’s slightly ajar. Outside the room is a dazzling light. In that light is a bunch of great, new ideas that are slightly outside of our comfort zone, so we keep them out of our room. The ideas we are comfortable with are inside the room with us. All others are kept outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before our creative recovery, we kept that door closed. Cameron wants us to try opening it now and then. See what happens. “It is not necessary to change our beliefs,” she says. “It is necessary that we examine them.” She says creative recovery is all about “open-mindedness.” She suggests we spend this week consciously opening our mind a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron also talks about how writers tend to waste a lot of time in fantasy and daydreams when we’re blocked. We think about what could have, should have, would have. She says we simply need to pay attention. She suggests writing down how we spend our time during the day. What are the time suckers? We need to stop daydreaming and start doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other tasks she suggests are to write a list of 20 things we’ve always wanted to do in our life. Can we incorporate anything from that list into our week? She reminds us to read our affirmations daily before or after our Morning Pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's my Week One checkin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daily walking: &lt;/strong&gt;Did this every day but two days. The weather was horrible here, so that's my excuse. I worked through a couple of plot issues during my walks and my dog really enjoyed it, so that's progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daily 3-min meditation:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm resisting this for some reason. It's not like it takes a lot of time, but I only fit it in 2x. I just don't think about it during the day. Maybe I should meditate right when I get up in the morning, when I'm making my To Do list (that I never remember to look at for the rest of the day...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daily morning pages:&lt;/strong&gt; I did this every day but one (I was at the ocean for the weekend and ran out of pages in my journal). This is definitely a habit, one I can't do without. Just this morning I wrote out a whole new series idea that just came to me while I rambled about something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekly Artist Date:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I did this. My siblings, mom, daughter and I went to the ocean for the weekend. I took an hour and went for a walk on the beach by myself, and spent some time drawing pictures in the sand with a stick and just standing in the surf watching the waves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoga 2x/week: &lt;/strong&gt;Did this and it felt great. Once was with the class I taught, then a second time for about 20 minutes working mainly on the tightness in my hips. This is a habit that I really want to cultivate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good luck this week!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-6491405770875124378?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6491405770875124378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=6491405770875124378' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/6491405770875124378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/6491405770875124378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-2-becoming-less-neurotic-writer-in.html' title='Week 2--Becoming a Less Neurotic Writer in 12 Weeks'/><author><name>Becca Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907103716602407510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/SoH-0KSFFAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VfGy90WbnhY/S220/thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-6262608101526340247</id><published>2009-10-25T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:44:28.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Bird Special - Black Dragon's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.anitaphilmar.com/bdh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 453px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 680px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.anitaphilmar.com/bdh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get the last book in the series first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blurb - Devoted chemist, Sarah VanHorn, lives for her research but fantasizes about loving Jake Ramsey. Her two worlds collide when the dragon center agent arrives to rescue her from the company suspected of producing chemicals dangerous to those with dragon blood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah's not the only one with fantasies. Jake wants Sarah as his mate and he's waited years to claim her. Now, under his protective custody--not to mention the influence of Syndetic's sexual stimulant scenting the air--he can't resist the fiery temptation to finally make her his. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when tragedy strikes and their dreams are threatened, will Sarah sacrifice her career, Jake, and possibly her life to discover the answers? And will Jake let her? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-6262608101526340247?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6262608101526340247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=6262608101526340247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/6262608101526340247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/6262608101526340247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/early-bird-special-black-dragons-heart.html' title='Early Bird Special - Black Dragon&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Anita Philmar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103703780649491282540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q1r-7eWS5Xo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2lwBP9CiRlU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-1506433738118825630</id><published>2009-10-19T15:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:48:06.001-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia Cameron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becca Simone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Artist&apos;s Way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurotic writers'/><title type='text'>12 Weeks to Becoming a Less Neurotic Writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Becca Simone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers are neurotic. Isn’t that a given? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in this industry for years, have dealt with my share of ups and downs, roadblocks, writer’s block, every type of block you can imagine. I’ve seen the highest of highs and lowest of lows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen success come easily to some, while for others—like me—every step is a well-fought battle. The longer I write, the more I understand why many writers before me have turned to alcohol, drugs or other addictions. Luckily, my only addictions are chocolate and Cheetos—good for the soul, bad for the waistline. My body’s saving grace is that my “other” job is fitness trainer and instructor (ie: I get paid to work out). Otherwise my fanny would be the size of Europe. As it is, it’s merely the size of a small country, not a continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I can handle the craziness. Sometimes, however, this business just makes me want to dig a deep hole and hibernate in it. I think anyone who writes can probably relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling this way, so I’ve decided to do something about it. Looking back on my personal life, the time I felt most grounded and centered was when I had a regular yoga and meditation practice. Looking back on my writing life, the time I felt the least neurotic was early in my career when I didn’t know any better. It wasn’t long after I’d started writing that I read the fantastic book &lt;a href="http://www.theartistsway.com/"&gt;The Artist’s Way&lt;/a&gt;, by Julia Cameron. It’s a 12-week program to recover your creativity from a variety of blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…for the next 12 weeks I plan to combine the above efforts and share them with you on this blog. I’d love it if some of you wanted to travel this path with me, but feel free to just live vicariously through my craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the tasks “required” in The Artist’s Way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A daily 20-minute walk outside.&lt;/strong&gt; This will (hopefully) clear the head, work the body, bring oxygen to all the cells, and help me work through any creativity issues I might have. I plan to kill two birds with one stone and bring my energetic German Shepherd puppy with me. He’s 95 pounds of pure Tasmanian Devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daily “morning pages.”&lt;/strong&gt; This is stream-of-consciousness writing, like keeping a journal. Do this first thing upon waking up, every single day. I started doing Morning Pages about 10 years ago and have been pretty good about keeping this up. My day just doesn’t feel right unless I’ve written my 3 pages. I never go back and read them. And when my notebook is full, I shred it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A weekly “artist date.”&lt;/strong&gt; For at least one hour weekly, I’m to do something or go somewhere that feeds my soul. By myself. This could be browsing at a local antique store or flea market. Taking a hike along the river. Browsing a used bookstore. Driving some back roads and exploring the countryside. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned above, I feel best when I practice yoga and meditate. So, I’m adding those to my daily and weekly To Do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoga – 2-3x a week.&lt;/strong&gt; I teach one yoga class, so I’ll need to add one or two more practices on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meditation&lt;/strong&gt; – this is the hardest for me. It’s really difficult to sit with my stillness and not have thoughts racing through my head at a million miles an hour. So, I’ll start slowly. Just 3 minutes of stillness, focusing on my breath. Every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Week One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist’s Way—“Recovering a Sense of Safety”&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Ms. Cameron is saying that many of our blocks are due to fear, and only we can determine what we’re afraid of. My favorite quote from this chapter is, “To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong.”—Joseph Chilton Pearce. I take this to mean that as I’m writing and working on my WIPs, I shouldn’t be so worried about it being “good” or “sellable”, but instead focus on getting the words down on the page. And to enjoy the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says if we’re blocked in any area of our life, it’s probably because we feel safer this way. Hmm. She suggests writing down all our negative beliefs about our creativity (in this case, our writing) and then turn those around and make a positive affirmation out of each one. “Negative beliefs are exactly that: beliefs, not facts,” she says. “The world was never flat, although everyone believed it was. You are not dumb, crazy, egomaniacal, grandiose, or silly &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/images/covers/MidnightTreat_w3773_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/images/covers/MidnightTreat_w3773_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just because you falsely believe yourself to be.” &lt;em&gt;Whew!&lt;/em&gt; That’s good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll check back here in a week to let you know how it’s going. Unlike with personal training, where I can measure my clients' before and after stats like body weight, body fat, and inches, there are no measurements with this plan to tell me if I’m less neurotic. I guess I’ll just have to go by how I feel. Is my internal editor a bit quieter? Am I being more productive, with less time just staring at my blinking cursor? Do I still feel like crawling into a hole and hibernating? Am I enjoying this process again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about joining me. We can be crazy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Becca Simone's first erotica release, &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=727"&gt;MIDNIGHT TREAT&lt;/a&gt;, is available now at The Wild Rose Press. Her characters aren't nearly as neurotic as she is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-1506433738118825630?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1506433738118825630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=1506433738118825630' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1506433738118825630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1506433738118825630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/12-weeks-to-becoming-less-neurotic.html' title='12 Weeks to Becoming a Less Neurotic Writer'/><author><name>Becca Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907103716602407510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/SoH-0KSFFAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VfGy90WbnhY/S220/thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-1907050400027018089</id><published>2009-10-15T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:01:00.564-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynne Roberts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Date'/><title type='text'>New Contest: First Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgK3e59kRs8/StaltKfK91I/AAAAAAAAAF4/imOMg13scKI/s1600-h/PoptheCherryContestBannerFirstDates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgK3e59kRs8/StaltKfK91I/AAAAAAAAAF4/imOMg13scKI/s400/PoptheCherryContestBannerFirstDates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392679799150540626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see you &lt;a href="http://lynneroberts.blogspot.com"&gt;there! &lt;/a&gt;~ Lynne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-1907050400027018089?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1907050400027018089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=1907050400027018089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1907050400027018089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/1907050400027018089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-contest-first-date.html' title='New Contest: First Date'/><author><name>Shawna Thomas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1kVPW4vuXw/TidMkN0gGAI/AAAAAAAAAlM/hi0-W8Jrafo/s220/photoedit1%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgK3e59kRs8/StaltKfK91I/AAAAAAAAAF4/imOMg13scKI/s72-c/PoptheCherryContestBannerFirstDates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-59945045202984175</id><published>2009-10-11T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:13:00.203-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynne Roberts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Date'/><title type='text'>Contest Announcement</title><content type='html'>There can only be one first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgK3e59kRs8/SsvBQuze1RI/AAAAAAAAADw/RmEoWHVvjjQ/s1600-h/PoptheCherryContestBanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgK3e59kRs8/SsvBQuze1RI/AAAAAAAAADw/RmEoWHVvjjQ/s400/PoptheCherryContestBanner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389613872264959250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please &lt;a href="http://lynneroberts.blogspot.com/"&gt;join me &lt;/a&gt;in celebrating mine. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lynne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-59945045202984175?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/59945045202984175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=59945045202984175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/59945045202984175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/59945045202984175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/contest-announcement.html' title='Contest Announcement'/><author><name>Shawna Thomas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1kVPW4vuXw/TidMkN0gGAI/AAAAAAAAAlM/hi0-W8Jrafo/s220/photoedit1%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgK3e59kRs8/SsvBQuze1RI/AAAAAAAAADw/RmEoWHVvjjQ/s72-c/PoptheCherryContestBanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-2645642068293270050</id><published>2009-10-09T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:38:21.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new release'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynne Roberts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Date'/><title type='text'>Releasing Today: First Date by Lynne Roberts</title><content type='html'>My Rosette, First Date, is now available for purchase at &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php"&gt;Wilder Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;. I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is my first publication but I think I'll be this excited when the next one comes out too. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgK3e59kRs8/Ssu_fuaDKuI/AAAAAAAAADo/DV250zS_7vU/s1600-h/FirstDate_w4247_680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389611930833070818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgK3e59kRs8/Ssu_fuaDKuI/AAAAAAAAADo/DV250zS_7vU/s400/FirstDate_w4247_680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a blurb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Real Estate market is about to heat up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bret Jacob's walks into Jill’s real estate office, she attempts to maintain a professional demeanor, but memories of accidental voyeurism in high school, years of what-if’s, and Bret’s drop-dead sexy grin only serve to ignite her fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bret needs a farm for his growing landscape business. When he sees Jill Daniels’ picture in a real estate ad, he can’t believe his eyes: The shy girl from high school has blossomed into a desirable woman. Ten years ago, she didn’t stir his blood and drive away all rational thought; now, he’s fighting the urge to take her in his arms long enough to ask her on a first date.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Lynne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-2645642068293270050?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2645642068293270050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=2645642068293270050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2645642068293270050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2645642068293270050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/releasing-today-first-date-by-lynne.html' title='Releasing Today: First Date by Lynne Roberts'/><author><name>Shawna Thomas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1kVPW4vuXw/TidMkN0gGAI/AAAAAAAAAlM/hi0-W8Jrafo/s220/photoedit1%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgK3e59kRs8/Ssu_fuaDKuI/AAAAAAAAADo/DV250zS_7vU/s72-c/FirstDate_w4247_680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-7844897938802043376</id><published>2009-09-29T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:52:02.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MIDNIGHT TREAT is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/images/covers/MidnightTreat_w3773_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/images/covers/MidnightTreat_w3773_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in time for Halloween and fall weather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warm up with Josh and Cassie, when he gives her a Midnight Treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's mistaken identity gone erotically awry after a Halloween costume party. Dressed as Zorro, Josh breaks into a woman's apartment, thinking he's about to fulfill her naughty sexual fantasy. Instead, he's entered Cassie's apartment by mistake. She knows she should tell him he has the wrong woman, but for just one night, she yearns to be the right woman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BeccaSimone.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-7844897938802043376?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7844897938802043376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=7844897938802043376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7844897938802043376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7844897938802043376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/midnight-treat-is-here.html' title='MIDNIGHT TREAT is here'/><author><name>Becca Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907103716602407510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfHfWSaBdHk/SoH-0KSFFAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VfGy90WbnhY/S220/thumbnail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-2569694706491195805</id><published>2009-09-03T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:54:15.978-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lia Slater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatal Exposure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romantic Suspense'/><title type='text'>Fatal Exposure</title><content type='html'>Great news. Fatal Exposure is out as an Early Bird Special for September. Buy the paperback now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlEqhrf5s5Q/SqArbQcihmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oFPhbQ532Vs/s1600-h/FatalExposure_w3517_680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377345702351504994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlEqhrf5s5Q/SqArbQcihmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oFPhbQ532Vs/s320/FatalExposure_w3517_680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blurb:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deception brings them together. Exposure can tear them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking off her clothes every night for the patrons of Hothouse Gentleman’s Club was never part of Ava Lureau's life plan, but the sleazy strip joint was the last place her powerful ex-boyfriend would think to look for her. A life on the run kept Ava safe…but lonely. So when a ruggedly sexy stranger shows up and a lap dance becomes more than another dollar in her G-string, she takes a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kade Gavin’s job is simple—capture his target and deliver her to the man who hired him. Nothing but a paycheck matters in Kade's bleak existence…until the enticing stripper with soft curves and a puzzling persona climbs into his bed--and under his skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not a whore,” she said over her shoulder, suddenly feeling completely naked in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She puffed out a breath, irritated with herself for allowing him to touch her, and for liking it too much to stop. Just how far would she have let him go? How far did she still want it to go? His proposal was annoyingly tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s good because I’m not going to pay you.” He stood up behind her, dropping his head to right above her neck. His warm, cinnamon breath swept across her bare shoulders. “Just finish the job I already started.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spun around and perched her hands on her hips, wanting him to know she wasn’t intimidated by his brashness. With a bravado she didn’t feel, she looked up into his pale blue eyes, swallowed her rising nerves, and said, “Why are you still here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quirked up his mouth in a smirk. “I’m not a man who likes to waste time, Lily.” He said her name with all the falseness they both knew it contained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not a woman who jumps on command,” she snapped back. The guy had a lot of nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No?” His brows squinted together as he lifted the guilty finger and licked it, his tongue consuming the bodily juices that still clung to his skin. Her juices. He winked. “Sure tastes like you do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surge of heat pulsed where his finger had once been, but she did her best to ignore it. “Sorry, sweetie.” She gave him a once-over and desperately tried to look unimpressed. “I don’t fraternize with the customers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sexy grin spread across his face. “Room 112 at the hotel across the street. Come over when you’re done here. You won’t regret it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=180&amp;amp;products_id=712"&gt;http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=180&amp;amp;products_id=712&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia Slater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liaslater.com/"&gt;www.liaslater.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/liaslater"&gt;www.myspace.com/liaslater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/liaslater"&gt;www.twitter.com/liaslater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-2569694706491195805?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2569694706491195805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=2569694706491195805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2569694706491195805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2569694706491195805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/fatal-exposure.html' title='Fatal Exposure'/><author><name>Lia Slater</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlEqhrf5s5Q/SrlEbU_dHEI/AAAAAAAAADA/uQCOqISWu8U/S220/1129186_68214433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlEqhrf5s5Q/SqArbQcihmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oFPhbQ532Vs/s72-c/FatalExposure_w3517_680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-2091817053314135490</id><published>2009-08-21T08:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:29:25.823-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wild Rose Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eliza March'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catherine Bybee'/><title type='text'>Hot Highland Fling Released Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3brvzzQKs8/So6RU3MUlUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qiPoxilnh4c/s1600-h/HotHighlandFling_w3563_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372391193098622274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3brvzzQKs8/So6RU3MUlUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qiPoxilnh4c/s320/HotHighlandFling_w3563_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;August - Scarlet is still on sale all month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10% Off the Hottest Roses in the Garden!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steamy August days and nights with nothing but Kilts on your mind? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's another Highlander to dream about. Stop by, read an excerpt, and chat. Catherine is interviewing me at &lt;a href="http://catherinebybee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://CatherineBybee.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scarlet Rosette - Destination Pleasure Series&lt;br /&gt;Takes you on a . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot Highland Fling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;By Eliza March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ailsa Jackson is finished dating executives. She’s looking for hot sexual fantasies. “. . . all muscle, stamina and no commitment.” When assigned to interview an American CEO, Colin Fitzgerald, who recently inherited lands and a title in Scotland, she tosses her inhibitions aside to research all the old myths about brawny Highlanders and answer the old burning question—what is under a Scotsman’s kilt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review:&lt;br /&gt;Ms. March delivers a short but hard punching tale in “Hot Highland Fling.” The imaginative sex could breathe life back into a dead man, but the emotions that Ailsa and Colin discover during their sexual contact is a bonus for any reader wanting romance with a lot of Zing!&lt;br /&gt;~~~Faith V. Smith, Author and Reviewer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewildrosepress.com/publisher/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2256&amp;amp;Itemid=114"&gt;Hot Highland Fling&lt;/a&gt; . . . A Destination Pleasure release . . .&lt;br /&gt;available from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit Eliza’s website &lt;a href="http://www.elizamarch.com/"&gt;Eliza March&lt;/a&gt; or follow her blog at &lt;a href="http://www.elizamarch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eliza March Writes...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-2091817053314135490?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2091817053314135490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=2091817053314135490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2091817053314135490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2091817053314135490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/08/hot-highland-fling-released-today.html' title='Hot Highland Fling Released Today'/><author><name>Eliza March [Elizabeth Marchat]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152388657173829855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3brvzzQKs8/TThLBvEvPeI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ajdtnr5SzSk/S220/halloween-display.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3brvzzQKs8/So6RU3MUlUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qiPoxilnh4c/s72-c/HotHighlandFling_w3563_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-7958540771930377189</id><published>2009-08-07T06:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T06:13:00.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wild Rose Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kilt Worthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catherine Bybee'/><title type='text'>Kilt Worthy is available now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3FoitDtpkLg/SnrzcXIWo2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/LW-Xc3UeGz0/s1600-h/KiltWorthy_w3419_680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366869574536307554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3FoitDtpkLg/SnrzcXIWo2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/LW-Xc3UeGz0/s400/KiltWorthy_w3419_680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Kilt Worthy is available now at &lt;a href="http://thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php"&gt;The Wild Rose Press. &lt;/a&gt;As a bonus, all scarlet titles are 10% off so hurry on over and dive into this debut release from Catherine Bybee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Blurb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Peering at the world from behind her camera lens, "Plain Jane" Parker is stunned to see a handsome hunk wearing a kilt as he confidently strolls down a busy Seattle street. Her dormant libido roars to life even before their eyes meet. Aroused and intrigued, she tosses aside her usual caution and follows when Logan MacLaren beckons for a delightfully sinful one-night stand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Logan is an exceptionally talented lover, wielding the abundant sword he sports beneath his plaid to deliver unparalleled pleasures. He reminds her to trust her instincts after reality proves they're a more perfect fit than either imagined. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then Logan drops his bombshell: He's traveled through time to find her and wants her to stay with him forever...in medieval Scotland. Did Jane just have the most erotic sex of her life with a delusional crazy man, or is it truly possible for her one-night stand to last forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yKjhMqTZGSc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yKjhMqTZGSc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-7958540771930377189?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7958540771930377189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=7958540771930377189' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7958540771930377189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7958540771930377189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/08/kilt-worthy-is-available-now.html' title='Kilt Worthy is available now!'/><author><name>Catherine Bybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804889684095619535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3FoitDtpkLg/STGaEdWBiQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ckPER3D7qtE/S220/fire+-+Thanksgiving+08+099.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3FoitDtpkLg/SnrzcXIWo2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/LW-Xc3UeGz0/s72-c/KiltWorthy_w3419_680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-4077735577946416838</id><published>2009-08-03T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:04:47.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scarlet Rose Sale!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Think it's hot now? It's about to get hotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sizzling summer reads are on sale at The Wilder Roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So turn up the A/C, grab a cool drink and settle in for a steamy afternoon&lt;br /&gt;with your favorite Wilder Authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Scarlet Rose titles are 10% off during the month of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.wilderroses.com/" href="http://www.wilderroses.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.wilderroses.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-4077735577946416838?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4077735577946416838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=4077735577946416838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/4077735577946416838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/4077735577946416838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/08/scarlet-rose-sale-think-its-hot-now-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369724912348834222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uznP0FRIZ38/SKWHQwJlncI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LNiPz7kQ4Xc/S220/Black-rose-VI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-2224457280773780455</id><published>2009-08-02T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:46:43.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up on the Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99CaLJ5WRks/SnWybYTKn9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/AcwXuWbZgSY/s1600-h/BlackDragonsBlood_wrp284_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365390714530865106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99CaLJ5WRks/SnWybYTKn9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/AcwXuWbZgSY/s320/BlackDragonsBlood_wrp284_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Dragon's Series will have it's last book released soon, so make sure you've read the first two books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Dragon's Blood - blurb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Spencer had spent years searching for clues to her first husband's murder. Now, she was close, too close to let William VanHorn get in the way. He wanted to claim her as his wife, but she didn't have time to satisfy the man's needs. She wanted answers not sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set on fire by Amanda, William wouldn't let the lady escape. If she wanted answers, he'd get them. As head of the Dragon Center, he had connections and nothing would stop him from capturing her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Dragon's Moon - Blurb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99CaLJ5WRks/SnWyiKCBkLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/maKAlJVLSUc/s1600-h/BlackDragonsMoon_w699_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365390830959956146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99CaLJ5WRks/SnWyiKCBkLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/maKAlJVLSUc/s320/BlackDragonsMoon_w699_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dragon Center agent, Dee Butterfield, finally has the job she's always longed for. On her first assignment, her job is to protect sculptor, Scott VanHorn. His rich dragon blood tempts her into an affair that could not only jeopardize her career but possibly her life.Determined to find out who killed his best friend, Scott poses as a struggling artist to help the Dragon Center investigate a corrupt art dealer. He has ulterior motives for requesting Dee as his protector, getting her in his bed not the least of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Scott soon realizes his mistake.When the mission becomes more dangerous than either of them anticipate, Scott's black dragon blood stirs to protect Dee while hers calls for retribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read them both before Black Dragon's Heart comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99CaLJ5WRks/SnWyt4W4ZmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pbAVioViycc/s1600-h/BlackDragonsH_w2574_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365391032374027874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99CaLJ5WRks/SnWyt4W4ZmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pbAVioViycc/s320/BlackDragonsH_w2574_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Black Dragon's Heart Blurb -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah VanHorn, a devoted chemist who does research to help people with Dragon blood, lives for her research, but fantasizes about loving Jake Ramsey. Her two worlds collided when Jake, a dragon’s center agent, arrived to rescue her from the company where she worked. In danger but under Jake’s protective custody, passion ignites into love in his arms. Her dreams so close to coming true crumble under a heart wrenching blow. Determined to find out why she lost her baby, Sarah sacrifices her career, Jake, and possibly her life to discover answers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake refuses to let Sarah slip through his hands and fights to protect her. With help from her dragon’s heart, he tracks her down and engages all his skills to make their dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy the fun,&lt;/p&gt;Anita Philmar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anitaphilmar.com/"&gt;http://www.anitaphilmar.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-2224457280773780455?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2224457280773780455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=2224457280773780455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2224457280773780455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/2224457280773780455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/08/catch-up-on-series.html' title='Catch Up on the Series'/><author><name>Anita Philmar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103703780649491282540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q1r-7eWS5Xo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2lwBP9CiRlU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99CaLJ5WRks/SnWybYTKn9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/AcwXuWbZgSY/s72-c/BlackDragonsBlood_wrp284_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-8733157467168549037</id><published>2009-07-17T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:27:53.546-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Book Honor Vote for Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whipped Cream Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destined to Mate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. A. Salo'/><title type='text'>Another Great Review &amp; Up for Best Book honor this weekend AT WC</title><content type='html'>Reviewed Friday, July 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="3107424745816250085"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2009/07/destined-to-mate-by-c-salo.html"&gt;Destined To Mate by C. A. Salo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=682"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Scarlet Rose&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Contemporary, Paranormal&lt;br /&gt;Length: Short Story (95 pgs)&lt;br /&gt;Other: M/F&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 4.5&lt;br /&gt;Review by Xeranthemum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feline mated to a werewolf?As a Chimera, half lioness/half human, Alexis Xanthis, has never released the beast within. Until she meets Lykan Alpha, Morgan LeVey. Being near him triggers a powerful need to mate, but is Morgan strong enough to dominate her feline side and still handle the human half with a gentle hand? And will the powers that be allow it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destined to Mate mixes a delicious combination of mythology, the paranormal and some hot loving sure to thrill a reader on many levels. Alexis is a heroine with a deadly secret. She’s also adorable, spunky, and an amazing mix of charming innocence and old world knowledge. She is also the owner of a book store. Imagine that. What I really liked about her are her kick butt abilities which totally outshine the guys, much to their chagrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the guys except one, that is. Morgan is an alpha wolf. And he’s the best part of being an alpha – not overbearing and irritatingly autocratic but protective, responsible and fair. He also has being dominant in a relationship down pat – it’s a very seductive and potent level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when Alexis throws him for a loop he still doesn’t get in a snit over it. He is so very well put together; I didn’t have to deal with any male ego trips. What a relief. One of the things that I personally look for in a lycan/paranormal romance is if there is bite. I find biting in passion between the hero and heroine very erotic and Ms. Salo nailed it. But I am not going to tell you who was biting who, because that would be telling. There’s no way I want to diffuse those moments, which for me, were very sensual and satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secondary characters were fun. Val was interesting and a good sounding board for Alexis. There’s a term for their relationship but no way am I writing that here. Rafe simply cracked me up. What a unique spin for a second-in-command. Usually they are about as strong as the alpha, but poor Rafe has a very human and irritating thing that happens to him. I could not help but giggle the times it happened.&lt;br /&gt;Alexis’ mom is a beaut. Wait until you meet her.&lt;br /&gt;Destined to Mate is sure to entertain and excite, evoke interest and lust, and delivers a well written story with a character driven plot which delightfully showcases the pursuit of love in all its furry splendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2009/07/destined-to-mate-by-c-salo.html?zx=b283110606ca6c1a"&gt;http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2009/07/destined-to-mate-by-c-salo.html?zx=b283110606ca6c1a&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Onto the voting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;Destined to Mate" is up for Best Book honor this weekend (voting runs from Saturday, 7/18, through Sunday, 7/19).    You can find the information here on Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/recentrev.htm" target="_blank" __removedlink__1153101551__href="http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/recentrev.htm"&gt;http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/recentrev.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-8733157467168549037?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8733157467168549037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=8733157467168549037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8733157467168549037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/8733157467168549037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-great-review-up-for-best-book.html' title='Another Great Review &amp; Up for Best Book honor this weekend AT WC'/><author><name>C. A. Salo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241880263049779380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YeJ09_PyxTg/R2FXFZRFToI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fRGs5PW8xYc/S220/aslaveswayout.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-992610332124181588</id><published>2009-07-15T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:53:24.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Heat Is On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbGY-Sg8Oeg/Sl35nGbyOpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/T34NERQsui4/s1600-h/ForbiddenIsland_w3862_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358713581778123410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbGY-Sg8Oeg/Sl35nGbyOpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/T34NERQsui4/s320/ForbiddenIsland_w3862_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've passed the halfway mark with summer, but the heat is still here. The problem is…I'm not sure which kind of heat I'm talking about. There's the heat of summer weather, then there's the heat that jumps off the written page of a hot story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weatherwise – I'm writing this as the outside temperature is a sweltering 107 degrees. Desert locations take a 107 degree day and claim, "But it's a dry heat!" Unfortunately, I'm not able to do that. Where I live, summer heat goes hand-in-hand with humidity. We are expecting cooler weather for the next few days as a cold front moves through tonight. Temperatures should drop down to the mid 90s. Ah, yes…things are strange, indeed, when I look forward to days when the heat is only in the mid 90s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the heat that jumps off the written page of a hot story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORBIDDEN ISLAND by Samantha Gentry is a July 17, 2009, release as part of the Destination Pleasure series from The Wilder Roses, the Scarlet Rose line of erotic romance stories from The Wild Rose Press. The Destination Pleasure series consists of Quick Reads featuring the obvious – hot days and nights of sensual pleasure. Regardless of the weather or location, the characters in the Destination Pleasure series will definitely heat up the pages of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When figuring out what it is that could bring my two main characters together in FORBIDDEN ISLAND and put them in a highly erotic setting, I decided they wouldn't be strangers. They had one meeting several years ago and although they have not seen each other since then, she has not been able to get him off her mind. Each day brings forth the question, what if? A question she finally decides needs to be answered once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal Stevens devises a ruse that brings her face-to-face with Murphy Abbott again. A ruse she intends will take her straight to his bed. But what about Murphy? Has what if where Chantal is concerned ever crossed his mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take long before the question to be answered is exactly who is the seducer and who is the seducee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an excerpt from FORBIDDEN ISLAND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her body language told him more than her words as she nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Her gaze darted around the room landing everywhere except on him. It all screamed deception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't play games with me, Chantal." A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he imagined her out of her clothes and stretched across his bed. "Unless they start with everyone being hot and naked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crimson flush spread across her cheeks and forehead. Her tautly puckered nipples shoved against the soft fabric of her T-shirt, confirming what he had already noticed--she wasn't wearing a bra. Had he touched a nerve that caused her embarrassment? Or better yet, had he hit on an interesting way of spending the day that was acceptable to her?&lt;br /&gt;Heated desire spread through his body, and his cock twitched as it came to life. He was more than willing to put his curiosity about what brought her to his island on hold in favor of a far more interesting pursuit. He took a swallow of his beer and carefully studied her while waiting for a response to his blatantly suggestive remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't have to wait long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sexy smile slowly spread across her face. "What kind of hot and naked games do you like to play?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all the encouragement he needed. There was no mistaking the twinkle in her blue eyes, a color nearly the same hue as her shorts and T-shirt. Her lipstick matched her fingernail polish, the same shade also decorating her toenails peeking out from her sandals. Her breasts rose and fell with her increased breathing. She had crossed his mind many times over the last ten years. And now fate had brought her to his personal piece of paradise for reasons he didn't know...at least not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way would he allow this opportunity to get her into his bed slip through his fingers a second time. He could already taste her and feel his cock buried inside what he suspected was a hot, juicy and tight pussy. When he first met her, she had been a tempting treat. And now...somewhere during the intervening years she had turned into a tantalizing, vibrant woman whose mere presence grabbed his libido and wouldn't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He walked around the end of the bar and stood next to her. He brushed feathery wisps of her blonde hair from her cheek, then trailed a fingertip down her arm to the back of her hand. The creamy texture of her skin stimulated his senses. "If you'd like to accompany me, I'll be glad to show you." Holding out his hand, he tilted his head to the side and shot her a look that was half question and half challenge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORBIDDEN ISLAND is available as of July 17th at The Wilder Roses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewilderroses.com/"&gt;http://www.thewilderroses.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget my other books at The Wilder Roses:  UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER, MASKED ENCOUNTER, and STEAMY ENCOUNTER -- short stories at the Scarlet Rose line of erotic romances from The Wild Rose Press.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also invite you to stop by my website, browse through the pages, and enter my movie trivia contest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.samanthagentry.com/"&gt;http://www.samanthagentry.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-992610332124181588?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/992610332124181588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=992610332124181588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/992610332124181588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/992610332124181588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-heat-is-on.html' title='Summer Heat Is On'/><author><name>Samantha Gentry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbGY-Sg8Oeg/SZwTVlfgweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4LMfTjvpNm0/S220/Wink1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbGY-Sg8Oeg/Sl35nGbyOpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/T34NERQsui4/s72-c/ForbiddenIsland_w3862_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-4725106242345318441</id><published>2009-07-11T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:59:07.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kilt Worthy Won!</title><content type='html'>Kilt Worthy's trailer was voted number one for You Gotta Reads very first contest last month.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who watched and voted. My editor and I are working hard to have this sexy lil' romp ready for your reading pleasure before summer is gone. So stay tuned for the ever-loving release date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yKjhMqTZGSc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yKjhMqTZGSc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-4725106242345318441?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4725106242345318441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=4725106242345318441' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/4725106242345318441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/4725106242345318441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/07/kilt-worthy-won.html' title='Kilt Worthy Won!'/><author><name>Catherine Bybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804889684095619535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3FoitDtpkLg/STGaEdWBiQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ckPER3D7qtE/S220/fire+-+Thanksgiving+08+099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-9112312314739426233</id><published>2009-06-30T05:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T06:17:09.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from a new Scarlet editor!</title><content type='html'>Hi Wilder Roses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been lurking behind the scenes in the garden for a while and thought it was time to introduce myself. I'm Karen, and I'm the newest editor to join the Scarlet Rose line of TWRP. Needless to say, I'm very excited to be here amongst such a great bunch (no pun intended!) of people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I suck at introductions. I'm British and live in the north of England in a tiny quaint village near the medieval city of York. I'm a historian and archaeologist by trade, my favourite coffee is cinnamon latte (yay for the village coffee shop!), I'm trying to grow my own salad veg (my lettuce looks like cress), and I loveloveLOVE to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erotic romance is one of my favourite genres. You wouldn't believe how thrilled I was when the Black Lace imprint started in the UK back in the 1990s. I must have spent a fortune buying those books! Then I discovered e-publishing five years ago and WOW! I was in heaven! Most of the ebooks I read are erotic romances,and chances are I've read something from all of you Wilder Roses ;) I was a fan of TWRP before I became an editor here, and I've got to say my favourite series of any e-pub out there is &lt;B&gt;Destination Pleasure&lt;/B&gt;. I've read every single one of those and look forward to many more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading historical romances and am a big fan of Mills &amp; Boon/Harlequin's historical line. But give me a hot, raunchy historical and I'm even happier. There's so much scope with an historical - and why limit it to the Western world? I'd love to see more erotic romances set in India, or in Asia, or the Middle East or Africa. I'd love to see multicultural and interracial heroes and heroines. I'd adore it if a story set in ancient Egypt or Greece or Rome crossed my desk. I'm looking forward to reading about unusual time periods, too - from the Byzantine period through to the High Middle Ages, the late Renaissance to the Age of Enlightenment and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steampunk"&gt;steampunk&lt;/a&gt;? That's a genre that's growing in popularity right now, and delivers a mix of alternate history, fantasy and sci-fi - put it together with a sexy romance and it's perfect! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's me and what I like (and hope!) to read. What about you? Do you have any recommendations for historical erotic romances? I'd love to hear them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-9112312314739426233?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/9112312314739426233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=9112312314739426233' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/9112312314739426233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/9112312314739426233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-from-new-scarlet-editor.html' title='Hello from a new Scarlet editor!'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-4590048309687238796</id><published>2009-06-29T09:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:19:54.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and Smell the Roses Multi-Author Blog Bouquet</title><content type='html'>Stop and Smell the Roses Multi-Author Blog Bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Day – Today – June 29, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog tour hosted by the authors of the Wild Rose Press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/"&gt;www.TheWildRosePress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit one of the participating author’s blogs, and then visit the rest. At every stop, leave a comment and be entered to win a prize from that author.&lt;br /&gt;20 blogs and 20 Winners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participating Blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amberleighwilliams.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://amberleighwilliams.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.authorsstudio.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://authorsstudio.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bettyhanawa.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bettyhanawa.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christineclemetson.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://christineclemetson.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.findagreatromance.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://findagreatromance.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/lesmora/apps/blog/"&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/lesmora/apps/blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/teriwilson/apps/blog/"&gt;http://freewebs.com/teriwilson/apps/blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grgiall.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://grgiall.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hywelalyn.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hywelalyn.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jennfrancesca.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jennfrancesca.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joycemoore.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joycemoore.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lianalaverentz.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lianalaverentz.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lindahopelee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://LindaHopeLee.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lje1.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://lje1.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.noveltrails.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://noveltrails.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plotsandthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://plotsandthoughts.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tanyahanson.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tanyahanson.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tinagayle.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tinagayle.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.traveltheages.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://traveltheages.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.willtravelforromance.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://willtravelforromance.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-4590048309687238796?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4590048309687238796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=4590048309687238796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/4590048309687238796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/4590048309687238796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-and-smell-roses-multi-author-blog_29.html' title='Stop and Smell the Roses Multi-Author Blog Bouquet'/><author><name>The Wild Rose Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788008988163575341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-5992553112497244718</id><published>2009-06-22T02:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T02:56:01.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and Smell the Roses Multi-Author Blog Bouquet</title><content type='html'>Stop and Smell the Roses Multi-Author Blog Bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Day – Monday – June 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog tour hosted by the authors of the Wild Rose Press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit one of the participating author’s blogs, and then visit the rest. At every stop, leave a comment and be entered to win a prize from that author.&lt;br /&gt;20 blogs and 20 Winners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participating Blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://AnnWhitaker.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://bethcaudill.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://blog.skhyemoncrief.com&lt;br /&gt;http://catemasters.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://christinecolumbus.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://donnamichaelsauthor.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://happyendingsblog.com&lt;br /&gt;http://KyAnnWaters.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://laurirobinson.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://lindabanche.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://lynnreynolds.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://marywritesromance.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://melanieatkins.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;http://missmaesite.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://nicolemccaffrey.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://plparker.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://romanticcravings.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://roniadams.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://sherilewiswohl.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;http://skypuringtonwrites.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-5992553112497244718?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5992553112497244718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=5992553112497244718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5992553112497244718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5992553112497244718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-and-smell-roses-multi-author-blog.html' title='Stop and Smell the Roses Multi-Author Blog Bouquet'/><author><name>The Wild Rose Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788008988163575341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-7977476864036631240</id><published>2009-06-12T07:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T07:32:00.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RELEASE DAY!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited! My first book, Show Off, comes out today! Look what Goddess Fish made me to celebrate!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s9pmMn2mdYE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s9pmMn2mdYE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-7977476864036631240?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7977476864036631240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=7977476864036631240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7977476864036631240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7977476864036631240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/release-day.html' title='RELEASE DAY!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Emma Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07102206465059862813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arOGSTMYME8/S_kPRyDRSrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/dJR5FX4IV2Q/S220/Lessonsteacher_W4678_300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-4541947686870960904</id><published>2009-06-08T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:40:06.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arOGSTMYME8/Sip3Bvd_cqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8yb_8haI_3w/s1600-h/ShowOff_w3394_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arOGSTMYME8/Sip3Bvd_cqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8yb_8haI_3w/s320/ShowOff_w3394_300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344214779634348706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started a new blog to gear up for my first erotic romance, Show-Off, which releases this Friday! Come by and leave a comment during the week, and you can win a copy of my book! Today I'm talking about what inspired my book. I'll be offering excerpts the rest of the week. Come see me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://emmajay13.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Emma Jay's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: normal; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Veronica Butler avoids risks as a rule, but when faced with celebrating her thirty-fifth birthday alone, she dons her sexiest dress and heads to a single's club. She’s startled when the attention she draws is that of her supervisor, Vicente Salazar. They’ve worked on the same team at an architectural firm, designing a hotel with Gaudi-influenced elements. Veronica has indulged in several fantasies starring the sexy Spaniard. Now she’s fueling his.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: normal; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Though she knows it's a mistake, that this decision may affect the office atmosphere, she gives into her desire and allows him to show her exquisite pleasure in public places. From the back of a limousine to his office to an alcove in a museum, each sexual encounter is exciting, challenging, terrifying. Each encounter shows her more of who she is. Each encounter risks her heart. Now if only she can convince him to risk his.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-4541947686870960904?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4541947686870960904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=4541947686870960904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/4541947686870960904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/4541947686870960904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-new-blog.html' title='My New Blog'/><author><name>Emma Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07102206465059862813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arOGSTMYME8/S_kPRyDRSrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/dJR5FX4IV2Q/S220/Lessonsteacher_W4678_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arOGSTMYME8/Sip3Bvd_cqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8yb_8haI_3w/s72-c/ShowOff_w3394_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-3714065284002524158</id><published>2009-06-08T02:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:41:07.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sapphire Night by Kaia Logan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In less than two weeks, my debut story with TWRP will be available online, and I couldn't be more excited! I wonder how long it'll take me to fall asleep on the evening of June 25th, knowing that the next day is The One?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a peek at the cover, art by the talented Angela Anderson, plus the blurb and excerpt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344841140859891074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cE1MnC1cDhs/Siywsw3Y7YI/AAAAAAAAABE/xyfEYZ1sgIE/s400/SapphireNight_w2533_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While setting up for a charity art exhibit, sculptor Jacquie Taylor is nearly crushed by her giant urn, but she's saved thanks to gorgeous photographer Ethan Wolfe. The artist and red-blooded woman in Jacquie longs to explore his shape, but she's engaged to another man. Then her fiancé cheats, and all bets are off. Jacquie allows herself to indulge in Ethan's charms to drown her sorrows—a night so steamy and intense it leaves her breathless. But when Ethan wants more than one night of passion, Jacquie panics. How can she even think about letting another man into her life...and her heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sapphire Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaia Logan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hi," he said, stepping into the small space of the elevator. The rumble of his voice sent a little run of goose bumps up her spine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hi again." She tried not to stare. He'd looked good last night in his jeans and T-shirt, but in a tux? "I guess you're not heading to the pub tonight."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Not tonight." A smile crinkled the corners of his blue eyes. "It's the monkey suit for me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"And a very nice monkey suit it is," she said. "Although..." Her gaze lingered on his bowtie. It was a crazy impulse, she knew, but she wanted to step closer, have a chance to inhale his scent, feel the heat of his body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What? Am I crooked?" He reached a tanned hand to the base of his throat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacquie stepped forward. With fingers that trembled ever so slightly, she straightened the already straight bowtie. He smelled—and looked—even better up close. His blue eyes were entirely serious all of a sudden. A slow pulse began between her thighs, she couldn't look away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thanks," he murmured, and seemed about to say something else when the elevator door slid open. Lights from the ceiling chandeliers and the hum of voices from the foyer washed into the small space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're welcome," she said, stepping back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a beat of silence, and then Ethan offered his arm. "Shall we?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacquie tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow. That pulse still beat low in her belly, and the feel of his muscled arm, even through the fabric of his jacket, didn't help. &lt;em&gt;This is crazy, but I don't care. This evening is already going better than I could possibly have imagined a few hours ago. In fact...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An image, startlingly vivid, flashed through her mind. Ethan's mouth coming down on hers, his hands sliding the straps of her dress from her shoulders, his hands exploring her body until she shivered and moaned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-3714065284002524158?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3714065284002524158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=3714065284002524158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3714065284002524158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3714065284002524158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/sapphire-night-by-kaia-logan.html' title='Sapphire Night by Kaia Logan'/><author><name>KaiaLogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070170014420079984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cE1MnC1cDhs/SiTLxGks3yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jNRuoO_vi5o/S220/2008_01_08_NYCandroses+057small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cE1MnC1cDhs/Siywsw3Y7YI/AAAAAAAAABE/xyfEYZ1sgIE/s72-c/SapphireNight_w2533_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-6992585568675705511</id><published>2009-05-15T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:15:32.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Released Today - Banished Hero by Anita Philmar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99CaLJ5WRks/Sg2ifR2VYxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rFq-kXQZDIU/s1600-h/BannishedHero_w2130_680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336099791754846994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99CaLJ5WRks/Sg2ifR2VYxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rFq-kXQZDIU/s320/BannishedHero_w2130_680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$3.50&lt;br /&gt;by Anita Philmar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchase at &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=685"&gt;http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=685&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no memory of her past, Faye Lynn Berton clings to a father who curses her ability to shape-shift, then uses her special skill to scam local villagers. The only freedom she knows comes as she soars through the sky in falcon form. A chance meeting with another changling turns her world upside down. Beyond satisfying the powerful sexual cravings that follow transformation, he reveals a surprising dimension of sex between their kind…one to unlock the secrets of her soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havyn Westmore has questions…Faye Lynn holds the answers. Determined to unravel her secrets, he strives to gain her freedom and trust. Teaching her the finer techniques of transformation keeps her close while sex strengthens their bond. But on the trail of discovery, Havyn must confront his own past. Accused of a heinous crime, he was banned from his homeland. Now, he must choose between returning to face certain execution—or robbing Faye Lynn of her birthright and a life in Paradise.&lt;br /&gt;Rated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miniature Rose (128 pages)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you doing here?” The angry male voice spoke from the bank of the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water lapped against Faye Lynn’s skin with a warning of danger. She squatted deeper into the cold water and peeked over her shoulder. A quick dip in the lake, and when it got dark, she’d planned to sneak back to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, caught by a stranger, she hoped he couldn’t see her naked form. “I’m sorry. Does the river belong to you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, and all the land around here. You’re invading my territory.” His rough tone sounded as if he planned to haul her off to jail, which didn’t happen often in this part of the human world. More criminals lived in the surrounding area than law abiding citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is that the reason for the tall stone fence around your property, because you don’t like people on your land?” She wiggled around to observe his granite expression. Her feet sunk a little deeper into the soft muck at the bottom of the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tall mountain of a man, his wide shoulders and bulging muscles told her she wouldn’t escape this man easily, if at all. She considered the amount of time she’d been in human form. The ability to shift from one form to another quickly wasn’t a skill she could achieve easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too soon to even try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So tell me, how did you get onto my property?” He leaned against the rock where she’d transformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His nostrils flared. He turned his head. His dark hair caught the light of the falling sun and sparked with the same red highlights from the night beast. The fabric across his chest expanded, displaying strong, well-defined muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned and nailed her with a piercing black stare. “You’re a shape-shifter, aren’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain if she should speak the truth, Faye Lynn shook her head. “Why would you say such a thing?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because I can smell you.” He stepped forward. His rubber boots splashed in the shallow waters of the river. Each step drew him closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she knew how to swim, she would’ve turned and swam away, but alas, she didn’t. “What? What smell?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lustful smile passed over his lips. His white sharp teeth looked ready to feed on her flesh. He licked his lips and stopped a few paces from her. “An alluring scent of a shape-shifter. After changing form, they burn with a hunger that can be satisfied only in one way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit my website to learn more about me and my books,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita Philmar&lt;br /&gt;www.anitaphilmar.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-6992585568675705511?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6992585568675705511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=6992585568675705511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/6992585568675705511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/6992585568675705511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/released-today-banished-hero-by-anita.html' title='Released Today - Banished Hero by Anita Philmar'/><author><name>Anita Philmar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103703780649491282540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q1r-7eWS5Xo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2lwBP9CiRlU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99CaLJ5WRks/Sg2ifR2VYxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rFq-kXQZDIU/s72-c/BannishedHero_w2130_680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-899840269100779123</id><published>2009-05-11T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:07:19.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TWRP Photos from the SARA Merritt Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pictures have been posted of Rhonda Penders, Diana Carlile, and some authors of The Wild Rose Press at &lt;a href="http://thewildrosepress.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-899840269100779123?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/899840269100779123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=899840269100779123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/899840269100779123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/899840269100779123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/twrp-photos-from-sara-merritt.html' title='TWRP Photos from the SARA Merritt Conference'/><author><name>Betty Hanawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856632872661798899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JWpOzVPrL0/S6FpzQDYrUI/AAAAAAAAFvc/4_qfWwnRtIU/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-3132185358181514405</id><published>2009-05-11T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:50:26.646-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Gotta Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destined to Mate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. A. Salo'/><title type='text'>Destined to Mate's FIRST Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeJ09_PyxTg/SghXFHG-4wI/AAAAAAAAAl8/dkDdTtofi94/s1600-h/DestinedToMate_w2743_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334609503939650306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeJ09_PyxTg/SghXFHG-4wI/AAAAAAAAAl8/dkDdTtofi94/s320/DestinedToMate_w2743_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm stoked!! I have my first review for Destined to Mate and it's AWESOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_62biE0XYMr4/SgRWlDHFP2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/RKegOgEyoXg/s1600-h/DestinedToMate_w2743_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Title: Destined To Mate&lt;br /&gt;Author: C.A. Salo&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: The Wilder Roses&lt;br /&gt;Rating: You Gotta Read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=142&amp;amp;products_id=682"&gt;Buy It Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reviewed By: Roberta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A feline mated to a werewolf?&lt;br /&gt;As a Chimera, half lioness/half human, Alexis Xanthis, has never released the beast within. Until she meets Lykan Alpha, Morgan LeVey. Being near him triggers a powerful need to mate, but is Morgan strong enough to dominate her feline side and still handle the human half with a gentle hand? And will the powers that be allow it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, this is an amazing story. The fast paced plot and the multitude of characters will hook you with just a few pages. Even though there are quit a few characters, you do not lose the storyline. They actually enchance it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dialogue with all the characters can be fast, ferious, humorous, and definitely entertaining. The sex scences are not for the faint of heart. They are steamy, sensual, and very hot. This is definitely a book I would recommend. I'm hoping this author decides to make this into a series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-3132185358181514405?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3132185358181514405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=3132185358181514405' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3132185358181514405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3132185358181514405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/destined-to-mates-first-review.html' title='Destined to Mate&apos;s FIRST Review'/><author><name>C. A. Salo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241880263049779380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YeJ09_PyxTg/R2FXFZRFToI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fRGs5PW8xYc/S220/aslaveswayout.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeJ09_PyxTg/SghXFHG-4wI/AAAAAAAAAl8/dkDdTtofi94/s72-c/DestinedToMate_w2743_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-3169295065281677802</id><published>2009-05-01T16:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:39:29.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party for TWRP</title><content type='html'>We are still celebrating at &lt;a href="http://www.behindthegardengate.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.behindthegardengate.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come for a slice of cyber birthday cake at TWRP's editors blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-3169295065281677802?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3169295065281677802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=3169295065281677802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3169295065281677802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/3169295065281677802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-party-for-twrp.html' title='Birthday Party for TWRP'/><author><name>The Wild Rose Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788008988163575341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-7144092651650081025</id><published>2009-04-29T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:16:02.751-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KyAnn Waters'/><title type='text'>Executive Positions - Coming soon from KyAnn Waters</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited to announce my recently contracted rosette to the Wilder Roses. Executive Positions will be coming this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Executive Positions&lt;br /&gt;By KyAnn Waters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years of foreplay is enough . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril Blanco experiences several positions with a sexy, driven executive in the advertising firm of William Carver. The complication...Monday morning the determined and powerful man will be her boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Carver is taking over as CEO for his ailing father. His first executive decision—renegotiate Avril’s job description. He’s looking for a partner, in and out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will she risk the reputation of sleeping her way to the top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unedited excerpt and may vary from final version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, his movements were deliberate and sexy. He stalked toward her with the determination of a predator, stealing the air from her lungs. “It’s a pleasure to see you again,” he said. His heated baritone was a mixture of confidence and raw sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Welcome home and welcome aboard.” Avril Blanco extended her hand as a slow tentative smile found her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you.” The newest addition to the William Carver advertising firm grasped her hand and the fine hairs on her arm tingled. He didn’t shake, but held her gently with his long fingers, his thumb grazing the tender flesh on the top of her hand with a deliberate stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried not to divulge the clamoring desires rioting through her, but seductive awareness fluttered in her chest and made her nipples tighten. His intense stare locked on her face and she melted—just a little. To reveal to him he had a profound physical and sexual affect on the state of her panties would be tantamount to professional suicide. After all, Ian Carver was the boss’s son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ms. Blanco, we’ll be working together.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she was well aware of that—was well aware of him. She smiled, keeping her professional demeanor in place when all she really wanted to do is ask him to talk dirty to her with that voice, deep yet smooth like aged brandy. “You can call me Avril.” She tipped her champagne flute to him in a toast then sipped. “But as your father said, tonight is a celebration so no discussions of work.” However, that was probably the only safe subject considering the directions her thoughts were taking her. She’d been half in love with Ian for four years. Revealing that now would have her looking for a new job and she was just getting used to her executive office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian hitched a hip against the conference table. His olive-toned suit coat parted giving her a glimpse of his muscular linen-covered chest. He sipped his champagne and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “I like that idea.” He gave her one of those smiles that warmed her and weakened her knees. A dimple creased his left cheek through his five-o’clock shadow. “We’re finally going to be able to get to know each other better.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-7144092651650081025?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7144092651650081025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=7144092651650081025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7144092651650081025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7144092651650081025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/executive-positions-coming-soon-from.html' title='Executive Positions - Coming soon from KyAnn Waters'/><author><name>KyAnn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-ciZ_Czpqw/S8M26VzkZkI/AAAAAAAAAQI/GVFKPSItfto/S220/ironman_msr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-7950458648810214600</id><published>2009-04-23T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:39:27.251-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kilt Worthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catherine Bybee'/><title type='text'>Kilt Worthy's Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yKjhMqTZGSc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yKjhMqTZGSc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you tell I'm super excited to have my trailer for Kilt Worthy finished? I know... I know... I don't even have my release date yet, but I couldn't wait to share this with my fellow Scarlet Roses.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think. And please post a link to your Scarlet Book Trailer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-7950458648810214600?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7950458648810214600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=7950458648810214600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7950458648810214600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7950458648810214600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/kilt-worthys-trailer.html' title='Kilt Worthy&apos;s Trailer'/><author><name>Catherine Bybee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804889684095619535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3FoitDtpkLg/STGaEdWBiQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ckPER3D7qtE/S220/fire+-+Thanksgiving+08+099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-9179062786566729823</id><published>2009-04-15T08:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:39:44.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April 24'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wild Rose Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destined to Mate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. A. Salo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wilderroses'/><title type='text'>Releasing in 9 Days!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeJ09_PyxTg/SeXVPEYtn3I/AAAAAAAAAk0/bE1owPv6BOo/s1600-h/DestinedToMate_w2743_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324896589287628658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeJ09_PyxTg/SeXVPEYtn3I/AAAAAAAAAk0/bE1owPv6BOo/s320/DestinedToMate_w2743_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Destined to Mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scarlet Miniature Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Release Date: April 24, 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A feline mated to a werewolf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As a Chimera, half lioness/half human, Alexis Xanthis, has never released the beast within. Until she meets Lykan Alpha, Morgan LeVey. Being near him triggers a powerful need to mate, but is Morgan strong enough to dominate her feline side and still handle the human half with a gentle hand? And will the powers that be allow it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/"&gt;www.wilderroses.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.casalo.webs.com/"&gt;www.casalo.webs.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-9179062786566729823?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/9179062786566729823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=9179062786566729823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/9179062786566729823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/9179062786566729823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/releasing-in-9-days.html' title='Releasing in 9 Days!!'/><author><name>C. A. Salo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241880263049779380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YeJ09_PyxTg/R2FXFZRFToI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fRGs5PW8xYc/S220/aslaveswayout.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YeJ09_PyxTg/SeXVPEYtn3I/AAAAAAAAAk0/bE1owPv6BOo/s72-c/DestinedToMate_w2743_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-7188136596372058499</id><published>2009-04-10T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:39:23.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSION IN PARIS is here!  Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323050384060916162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBd4DE_A7aU/Sd9GHx91IcI/AAAAAAAAA4M/w9Qp_hi7t4k/s400/PassionInParis_w3204_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get it &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=680&amp;amp;zenid=fe1fc0d0b69c9d55793f111e0203ccba/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And it's only &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;99 cents!&lt;/span&gt; That's right -- TWRP is having an awesome sale right now. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Attempting to overcome her fear of heights by visiting the top of the Eiffel Tower, Raine never expects to end up in the arms of a gorgeous Frenchman. But after fainting in the tower’s elevator, that’s where she awakens. Blaise is young, charming, and hot, so why, Raine wonders, is he attracted to her? And why does she have the strange feeling she’s seen him somewhere before?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In honor of the release, I'm having a contest. Email me at &lt;a href="mailto:helenhardt@gmail.com"&gt;helenhardt@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; and tell me Raine’s real name. You can find it hidden on my blog, &lt;a href="http://www.helensheroes.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.helensheroes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. Don’t post it in a comment and give it away, LOL. The contest will close at midnight EST next Friday, April 17. I’ll draw a name, and the winner will receive a Barnes and Noble gift card. And I’ll throw in something extra special if you can tell me why she doesn’t use her real name. For that one, you’ll have to read the story ;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-7188136596372058499?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7188136596372058499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=7188136596372058499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7188136596372058499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/7188136596372058499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/passion-in-paris-is-here-contest.html' title='PASSION IN PARIS is here! &lt;br&gt; Contest'/><author><name>Helen Hardt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBd4DE_A7aU/TLNusz_rGiI/AAAAAAAACFg/tfy4aSEXoZk/S220/new+headshot+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBd4DE_A7aU/Sd9GHx91IcI/AAAAAAAAA4M/w9Qp_hi7t4k/s72-c/PassionInParis_w3204_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-5385678737901561326</id><published>2009-03-25T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:57:45.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing New Cover Art for THAI'D UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312728515309680210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBd4DE_A7aU/Sbqab8cfNlI/AAAAAAAAAww/UpvTWJZ-4bg/s400/ThaidUp_w3636_680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela Anderson has done it again! This was a difficult story to create a cover for, but she did a fabulous job. I love it. My hero does wear a white mask (a la Phantom of the Opera) and the hair colors are spot on for both characters. Thank you, Angela! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Blurb: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visiting Bangkok to do an interview for her employer, Heidi Clarke is intrigued by the wild and raucous nightlife. When a handsome and engaging stranger, dressed as the Phantom of the Opera, offers to escort her into a BDSM club, she's too curious to refuse. As the man behind the mask introduces Heidi to new and exciting pleasures of the flesh, she can't help but wonder who he is. Or if she really wants to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-5385678737901561326?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5385678737901561326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=5385678737901561326' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5385678737901561326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/5385678737901561326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/amazing-new-cover-art-for-thaid-up.html' title='Amazing New Cover Art for THAI&apos;D UP'/><author><name>Helen Hardt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBd4DE_A7aU/TLNusz_rGiI/AAAAAAAACFg/tfy4aSEXoZk/S220/new+headshot+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBd4DE_A7aU/Sbqab8cfNlI/AAAAAAAAAww/UpvTWJZ-4bg/s72-c/ThaidUp_w3636_680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309889683510740604.post-4686152301910515152</id><published>2009-03-16T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:18:29.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fool for Romance Contest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTIzNzIxODA5MjkzNyZwdD*xMjM3MjE4MTU4MzU5JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*=.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp151/crystalrainlove/Fool%20For%20Romance/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ffrlogo-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp151/crystalrainlove/Fool%20For%20Romance/ffrlogo-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paisley is happy to announce she has a prize or two up for grabs in this contest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about the &lt;a href="http://www.crystalrainlove.com/foolforromance.htm"&gt;Fool for Romance&lt;/a&gt; contest from Crystal Rain's site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CONTEST IS NOW OPEN !!!   GET THOSE ENTRIES ROLLING IN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Check out the prizes that each author has donated. All this cool stuff will go to one lucky winner whose name will be drawn and announced on April Fools Day (April 1st)!Wanna win? Of course you do. Scroll down to the QUESTIONS section. Each author has posted a question for you to find on their website (just click on their names to get to the websites). Answer the questions and send those answers in an email (along with your contact info) to: &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="mailto:FOOLROMANCE@AOL.COM"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FOOLROMANCE@AOL.COM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="mailto:FOOLROMANCE@AOL.COM"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2309889683510740604-4686152301910515152?l=wilderroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4686152301910515152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2309889683510740604&amp;postID=4686152301910515152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/4686152301910515152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2309889683510740604/posts/default/4686152301910515152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilderroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/fool-for-romance-contest.html' title='Fool for Romance Contest!'/><author><name>Paisley Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803614740126877404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okHC-dXCUVA/SNrZZ6OfrMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4QPTGzCDKfw/S220/SugarShack_w2929_120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp151/crystalrainlove/Fool%20For%20Romance/th_ffrlogo-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
