Monday, April 30, 2018

NEW RELEASE: Arresting Mason by Amber Daulton

Arresting Mason
Series: Arresting Onyx (book 1)
By Amber Daulton

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About Arresting Mason:
Their chance encounter resulted in a steamy affair, but will his former gang and a parole officer tear them apart?

Once you’re in a prison gang, you’re in it for life. That’s what Mason Harding thought until the boss accepted his resignation. After the State releases him on parole, a sexy divorcĂ©e behind the wheel of a car almost ends his life quicker than a shank. His chance encounter with Mia Eddison results in a night of passion, but her brother—his parole officer—catches them together and doesn’t approve.

Mia falls hard for the cocky ex-con, but not because of his chiseled body. She vows to break through his walls and discover his secrets, but never expects those secrets to threaten her life. When members of an organized crime ring kidnap Mia to force Mason’s return to the gang, he goes up against an old friend to save the woman he loves. Will his sacrifice be enough or will everything fall apart in a blaze of gunfire?

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Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Release Date: April 30th, 2018
Print ISBN: 978-1-5092-2007-6
Digital ISBN: 978-1-5092-2008-3
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Length: 80k
Heat Rating: 5 Flames

“Which one is your car?” She glanced around the crowded parking lot. A few streetlights pushed back the darkness and shadows. The restaurant served customers until midnight on the weekends, but no one loitered in the lot, at least from what Mia could see.

“Don’t have one at the moment.” Mason hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans. “I took the bus. It stopped a few blocks from here.” 

“Would you like a ride?” She pulled the car keys from her purse. “I feel a little ridiculous we met here tonight. I just wasn’t sure if you were some kind of freak.” 

His eyebrow lifted, and he closed the distance between them as a tiger would zero in on its mate. A sexy, masculine smile curled his lips. “Have you made up your mind yet?”
“I’ll let you know in the morning.” Desire trickled down her spine. Mia nodded toward the passenger side of the car for him to hop in. 

He confiscated her keys instead to unlock and open the driver’s side door for her like a gentleman. Then he leaned closer and nuzzled her temple with his nose. 

Not sure if he planned to seduce her in the parking lot or if he merely wanted to tease her, Mia pressed her hand to his chest and tried to think straight. “You’re the first guy I’ve gone on a date with since my divorce. I haven’t slept with anyone since Evan.” 

He tunneled his fingers through her wavy, chestnut-brown hair. “I haven’t dated anyone in a long time either. We’ll take it slow or fast, whatever you want, but I promise you one thing. After I’m done with you, you won’t even remember that bastard’s name.” 

Oh, God. She almost melted right then and there. “Fast. I want you, Mason.” 

“Take me to your place and you can have me.” 

About the Author:
Writing is the fruit of happiness.

Amber Daulton lives her life by that one belief even though she normally isn’t so Zen.

As a fan of contemporary, paranormal, and historical romance novels alike, she can’t get enough of feisty heroines and alpha heroes. Her mind is a wonderland of adventure, laughter, and awesome ways of kicking a guy when he’s down. She probably wouldn’t be too sane without her computer and notebooks. After all, what’s a girl to do when people are jabbering away in her head and it’s hard to shut them up? Write! Nothing else works.

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Friday, April 27, 2018

First Kiss Friday – An Excerpt from “The Tantric Therapist” by Everly Rush

Thank you so much for the opportunity to talk about the Tantric Therapist. It is the first of a series of books in which women overcome what life throws us, and how they become empowered. Each premise deals with serious issues and a portion of proceeds from The Tantric Therapist will go to women’s shelters.

The first kiss scene between Sid and Sarah is all about anticipation, how it builds and grows. A first kiss between soul mate lovers like these two becomes a promise of what is to come and accepts the vulnerability that new love brings. As in life, the journey is more important than the destination.

Let’s set the scene. Sarah, plagued all her life by a vile inner voice narrowly misses a head on with a Mack truck just outside of a small Midwestern town. Her car is towed to a garage across the street from a quaint motel, The White Gazebo. Sid, the clerk is more than gorgeous and well-built, there is something special about him. They meet at Lil’s Cafe where the pie is homemade and the beer is cold. Sid studies the effects of Tantric yoga, where lovers use sex to heighten awareness. He is waiting to hear about a fellowship at a local university for his Phd. Sarah holds an important secret that will change his life forever.

While walking back to their rooms, they stop in the little Gazebo…

First Kiss Excerpt

Sarah trailed her fingertips over the silken petals of hanging wisteria blooms. “What does Tantric Yoga teach about love?”
“This sounds non-scientific, but the oldest teachings say when a man truly learns the lessons of wisdom through the challenges of life and grows to deserve the sweetest love, the person who completes him will show herself.” Sid stepped closer as his voice found a deep resonance. “He’ll know her and be filled with everlasting love. The man must always strive to be the best he can be because that’s what his soul mate deserves. He’ll feel compelled to protect, guide and give his all to her. The ancient writings state not to resist this love, or complicate it, but open ourselves to it.”
“How beautiful,” she said. There was no mistaking the mutual attraction. Stop it, stop it right now! He just wants an easy lay. You’re less than nothing to him. Sarah looked up and reflections from the lights danced in Sid’s eyes. He folded his long fingers around hers and placed her hand over his heart. Yes, I am worthy. I’m something to him. He makes me feel special, maybe even loved. You won’t stop me, not tonight.
Sid lowered his face to within an inch of hers and breathed her in for a long minute. He closed his eyes as if savoring her scent. She thought he’d kiss her then, but slowly he stood straight again.
“Turn around, lean against me and relax.” Sid spun her smoothly like a dance move.
“Is this some Tantric sex thing?” asked Sarah. Don’t trust this, you don’t know him! screamed the voice.
“Try it. It’s just a relaxation exercise. Then, we’ll talk,” he whispered.
Why not, she thought? It sounds like one of those trust building assignments they do in business workshops. She leaned hesitantly against him as he inhaled along her hair and neck. He lifted her arms with his own. With his fingertips, he lightly caressed her palms, between each finger, slowly tracing each nail, over her hands and back to the start. His touch was as light as a butterfly’s wings, and each nerve ending sprang alive with anticipation. It was non-sexual, yet intensely intimate. She relaxed and melded against his body. He began a slow swaying from side to side as he lowered her arms, crossed them around her and held her. The effect was mesmerizing. He held her in this unhurried hypnotic dance a long time before stopping.
Words don’t describe that,” murmured Sarah, still in the spell of the seductive experience. “What an amazing effect.”
“Wouldn’t it be wonderful if more people touched their lovers for the first time like that?” Sid whispered in her ear. Sarah sighed an agreement, her heart racing.
(So, now they continue on to Sid’s room.)
Sarah tried to apologize, “I don’t want to pull you into my problems. It’s just... I ordered counseling for her, but there’s not much more I can do to help Ada, if she’d even let me try. It’s classic denial and opposition.” She looked up at him, unsure how to continue.
“Not having met her, it’s not a stretch to say she can’t accept help. Psychologists call it an over learned self-defense mechanism, or maybe oppositional defiance. It’s probably part of a lifelong way of keeping others at a distance, including her daughters,” he said, drawing her closer. “The one thing you can control is whether you let it crush you. Sarah, it’s like you are trapped deep in a cave-in. Start digging from your end and I’ll work from mine. Come to me. I’m right here, standing in the light.”
Sarah’s eyes widened with amazement. “You’re absolutely right.” This young man, grad student, motel clerk and counselor understood. His insight was amazing, and the burden she’d carried for years began to crumble. Sid cupped her face in his hands and kissed her like she was the most precious thing in the world to him. He brushed her lips lightly with his, pausing and leaning his forehead against hers, eyes closed.
“Let me give you what you need,” he whispered.
She leaned into him, his growing hardness pressed against her hip. Maybe it was the dirty martini, or the Tantric thing in the gazebo, but something said she needed a night with this man. She melted into him and opened her mouth to receive the kiss, finally running a hand through those ebony waves.

And let me reassure you, the evening progresses!

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First Kiss Friday – An Excerpt from “Defending Her Heart” by Laura Haley-McNeil

Today on First Kiss Friday, we welcome romance author, Laura Haley-McNeil, and an excerpt from her Contemporary Romance, “Defending Her Heart (Book 6 of the Crystal Creek Series).”

JT Whitloch can’t close his eyes without seeing the body of the woman who drowned in his swimming pool two years ago. He doesn’t remember that night but blames himself for her death. He walks away from his affluent and moves to Crystal Creek, but still he can’t find peace.

Then Gretchen Moore moves to town. She stirs up his desire and his past with a secret so deadly it could destroy her.

Gretchen wants nothing to do with JT. Because of him, someone wants her dead. The terror from his past forces them into an alliance that soon ignites their passion. Fighting these feelings leads them to the secret of the woman floating in JT’s swimming pool, but the knowledge doesn’t ease JT’s inner turmoil. Instead, it reveals an answer that could destroy him and Gretchen. His own destruction he could accept, but he’ll defend Gretchen to his death.

First Kiss Excerpt
He touched a finger to her chin and lifted her face to meet his. Her words fell away. He heard her sharp intake of breath.
All logic vanished from his mind. He should never have touched her. He’d known from the beginning if he touched her all was lost. He had to stop. He had to break the bond.
His hand trailed down her arm to her hand. He pulled her to him. Looking into her eyes, he saw the yearning that matched his own.
“Gretchen.” He breathed. The emotions surging through him echoed her name.
He couldn’t stop. He wasn't just hungry, he was hungry for her. His lips touched hers. The first kiss was gentle, but gave way to passion. Her soft gasp triggered his heart to a painful pounding. He slid his fingers through her hair.
“I don’t think…” She spoke against his lips. She looked into his eyes, her own filled with confusion.
“Neither do I.” He slanted his mouth over hers.
Any doubts she had seemed to slip away. She melted against him, her mouth forming to his. Her fingers wrapped around his shirt sleeves pulling him into her, quenching her need. She met his urgency, tasting him, falling into him. For a moment, his hunger for her was just the beginning. He could start again. If he focused on her, if he could forget the past, he could move on with his life.
Reason pillaged his mind—destroyed the reality that had bashed through there before. What right did he have for such enjoyment when because of him, a woman was dead? The woman in his pool had no future. Desire for Gretchen battled against his shame.
No. No. No. That was the past. He could move forward. The shouts in his mind pushed back against the guilt.
His movements slowed. His arms still wrapped around her, he leaned away.
Her eyes flew open. Confusion darkened them. “What is it? I didn’t mean…”
He didn’t want to release her, but he knew he couldn’t go on. “It’s not you.” He stepped back. He pushed fingers through his hair and turned away. “It’s something else.”
It wasn’t the bewilderment in her voice. It was the pain he heard there that made him wince. He felt her move close, felt her warmth. He closed his eyes and drew it into himself. It would be so easy to take her in his arms.
And love her.

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Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Meet the Characters – An Interview with Lori from “Wolves' Gambit” by P.J. MacLayne

Wolf-shifter Lori Grenville was rescued from near-slavery and a brutal pack leader by the Free Wolves. To pay back the favor, she's dedicated her life to helping others in the same situation, leading shifters to safety and a new start, risking her life in the process. She's faced down alphas and has no qualms in undermining pack structure.

Now she's challenged with the task of restoring an alpha to his rightful place. If she gets it right, she can stop a war from ripping apart two packs and spreading across an entire state. If she fails, she'll be among the first to die.

There's still the option of walking away and letting the Jaeger and Destin packs destroy each other. That means she'll fail in her original mission of rescuing the daughter of the Jaeger alpha before the girl is forced into marriage for political gain.

Lori hasn't failed in a mission yet. This one may be the exception.

Although Wolves' Gambit is the third book in the Free Wolves series, each book can be read as a standalone.

Today we’re talking to Lori Grenville from “Wolves' Gambit (The Free Wolves Book 3),” a Paranormal Romance by P.J. MacLayne. Let’s get started. I’m sure our readers are eager to learn more about you.

What is your relationship status?
Single. I don't have time to be in a relationship. Besides, it's too dangerous. If I get close to someone, I might blow my cover. That could be dangerous to my health.

Name three of your favorite things.
A good-fitting set of contacts that don't make my eyes burn, a long run in wolf form deep in a forest, hanging out with other Free Wolves in one of the safe houses where I can relax a bit.

Name three things that tick you off.
Power-hungry alphas, women who get a kick out of putting down other women, a badly-mixed drink. I've done more than one stint as a bartender, and it's sheer laziness to mess up most drinks. Or ignorance, and there are enough on-line resources that tell how to make a drink that ignorance is no excuse. And we women need to stick up for each other. We'll all get farther if we cooperate instead of compete against each other.

What is your best memory to date?
Shortly after I was rescued from my childhood pack, I spent time in a cabin in the woods. I can't tell you exactly where. It was the first time I didn't have to worry about someone looking over my shoulder all the time, telling me what I was doing wrong. I got to spend time relaxing and learning new things. For the first time, I felt like I was worth something.

What are you most afraid of?
That all the work me and the other Free Wolves have done to help shifter females have a voice will somehow get undone. We've come far enough that I can't imagine it happening, but the fear is still there. We've all seen how politics can change in a heartbeat, and pack politics are worse than human politics.

What would you like it to say on your tombstone?
I don't expect I'll have a tombstone. I'd rather be cremated. Or I might end up in a ditch somewhere rotting away. And since I have a variety of identities, chances are my real name wouldn't be on a tombstone anyway. Besides, there isn't anyone who would want to come visit my grave.

Now on to something lighter, what is your favorite drink?
Having worked as a bartender, I've got quite a repertoire of drinks, but my favorites are still the basics. Rum and coke or a screwdriver. Made with top-shelf booze, of course.

What is your favorite food?
Rare steak. That's pretty much a given for a wolf shifter. But I'm also fond of Italian. I good lasagna When I make a batch of spaghetti, I always try to have enough for leftovers.

Do you see morality as black-and-white, or with shades of gray?
Shades of gray. As part of my mission, I sometimes have to lie and/or manipulate people. I'm rather good at it. But I'm doing it to help people, so I don't feel bad about it.

Do you care about what others assume about you?
I have to. It's those assumptions that help me rescue shifters in peril. As long as everyone assumes I'm too small and weak to be a threat, I can get away with a lot. I've developed some pretty good acting skills along the way.

If someone from your past showed up, who would you most want it to be, and why?
My mother. She was forced to leave me when I was a young teen, and I've spent years looking for her without any luck.

If someone from your past showed up, who would you most NOT want it to be, and why?
There's about a dozen or more pack alphas I don't want to ever run into again. Maybe they figured out I was the one who got their pack member out and hidden, maybe they didn't. I can't take that chance. If I did happen to run into one of them, hopefully I'd be in one of my alternate disguises and they wouldn't recognize me.

If you could make any one thing happen, what would it be?
Reform pack structure and drag it into the modern era. Too many packs still don't give women any voice in management, and too many alphas still think their way is the only way. I'm working to change that, but it's a long process and won't be finished in my lifetime.

What is your most prized possession?
I own a mottled gray catsuit I use for nighttime surveillance. It was custom made and includes a place to hide my set of pick-locks. It's the one thing I always tale with me when I go on a mission, but it's getting old and thin in a few spots. I seriously need to consider getting it replaced one of these days.

What kinds of things do you always carry with you?
A custom set of pick-locks. Of course, those are usually somewhere less obvious than my standard pockets. I like to add small, hidden pockets to my clothes when I can.

If you had a free day with no responsibilities and your only mission was to enjoy yourself, what would you do?
Read. I love reading. Unfortunately, I can't take my books with me as I move from place to place. So I'm always on the lookout for a cheap used book store. My favorite genre is romance, and believe it or not, I enjoy urban fantasy/paranormal romance. I get such a kick out of those authors who haven't the foggiest idea what it's like to be a shifter and make it all up.

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Friday, April 20, 2018

First Kiss Friday – An Excerpt from “Poison Pen” by Val Tobin

Today on First Kiss Friday, we welcome romance author, Val Tobin, and an excerpt from her Romantic Suspense, “Poison Pen.”

Success makes so many people hate you. I wish it wasn't that way. It would be wonderful to enjoy success without seeing envy in the eyes of those around you.—Marilyn Monroe

Never underestimate the power of jealousy and the power of envy to destroy. Never underestimate that.—Oliver Stone.

When their colleague is murdered, three wanna-be authors can't help meddling in the investigation, which puts them on the killer’s radar. Robin refuses to leave the house, Daphne has OCD, and Beth falls asleep at the most inopportune moments. Yet all three find themselves caught in a cat-and-mouse game where anything can happen and no one is safe.

Will they help catch a killer or learn that writing can be murder?

Detective Jacob Turner is a modern-day Columbo in search of a clever killer. Instinct tells him something doesn’t add up. Then, the case becomes personal and the hunt is on...


First Kiss Excerpt

“Beer?” Daphne led Ian into the kitchen.

They’d stayed in tonight, and he hadn’t dropped by until after dinner in order to finish correcting physics tests. She’d counted the minutes until his arrival, partly because she was eager to see him but also because she hated being alone here.
Ian accepted the beer she passed him, and she poured herself a glass of wine. “Want to watch a movie?”
“Sounds fine.” He grinned. “Two hardcore partiers, eh?”
Daphne laughed. “I have to work at six tomorrow morning. This is as hearty as I’ll party.”
He took her hand as they walked into the family room. Her heart melted at the sweet gesture. Ian was a sweet man. He’d hate knowing she thought that about him, but it was the truth.
They snuggled together on the couch, his arm around her shoulder. Barely a minute into the movie they’d selected, she turned her face up to him. With one hand, she stroked his cheek.
Ian let out a low growl. “Are you trying to start something here?”
Daphne giggled. “Want me to start something?”
“Answering a question with a question. Nice.” He nuzzled her neck with his nose.
Instead of replying, she hooked a hand around his neck and dragged him down. She pressed her lips to his, inviting him to taste her. Not normally aggressive, she couldn’t seem to control herself this time.
Warren had been the aggressive one, in charge, taking what he wanted when he wanted. She’d been compliant, a willing recipient for whatever he offered. With Ian, she made the demand, and he not only accepted, he made demands of his own.
For a moment, they wrestled for control, and then they both capitulated, one to the other. They forgot everything else—the movie, their drinks, the brutal reality of Leon’s death—and focused only on each other. Daphne had never experienced such passion, such emotion, as she did now with this man…

“Poison Pen” is available on Amazon for pre-order at the introductory price of $2.99 until May 5, 2018. After the release date, the price will be the regular low price of $3.99. It will also be available for the first ninety days through KU/KOLL:

Poison Pen is a stand-alone novel and part of the About Three Authors series, which includes Whoever Said Love Was Easy? by Patti Roberts and Stolen Hearts & Muddy Pawprints by Georgina Ramsey.

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Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Meet the Characters – An Interview with Nancy from “Appetite for Desire” by Kenzie Michaels

Today I’m hosting romance author, Kenzie Michaels. Following is her interview with a character from one of her books.

I decided to do something different today. Normally when launching a new book, it’s customary to interview the main characters, but since this book has been out for some time now, it is time to interview someone else. Back in 2012, my alter-ego was brave enough to sit down with Nancy, former assistant manager/dining room hostess at the country club in my book, “Appetite For Desire,” which was published first in 2011, then republished in 2016. Enjoy!

Thanks Kenzie:)
Hello Nancy.  How are you today?

A little pissed off.  I’ve been out of work for nearly a year now, and was just issued a summons this morning.  I’m being sued.  SUED!  By one of my most loyal customers.  (dabs heavily made up eyes)  Do you know how hard it is to find work in this lousy economy? (sniff)

Who’s suing you?  And for what?

Oh, don’t pretend you don’t know.  Mr. James Sr, one of our most affluent members of the country club, makes more money per minute than I do in a week.  So I didn’t feel he’d mind sharing some of his wealth.  And mind you, it was only a teensy part of his income, and I did share it with one of our best waitresses.  We were only about a month away from our goal when Lily came down with a bad case of bronchitis and Mr. James’ son came back to town.  If only we hadn’t been so short-staffed that night….I let one of our new girls, Courtney, take the job, and the idiot grabbed the wrong clipboard.  I had everything arranged, but she took the real invoice and the whole scheme unraveled when the son got nosy.  All because his dad suddenly wanted only Courtney to be his server.  Hmph!

You do understand that’s a crime-

Oh good lord….don’t sit there and pretend you wouldn’t skim a couple of bucks from people’s account if you had the chance.

Actually, no, I wouldn’t.

I thought you were unemployed.

I’m self-employed; and right now, my royalties are increasing at a nice rate.  But this isn’t about me; it’s about you.  I’m giving you a chance to explain yourself.

You’re not here to judge?  I thought this was a deposition.

No; I’m interviewing you for anyone out there who wants to understand you a little better.  What made you decide to ‘skim money’ from a client’s account?

It was very simple.  I have a child entering college next year, and my deadbeat ex-husband was supposed to foot the bill.  But he was downsized out of a job and had to dip into our son’s savings in order to maintain his lifestyle while he looked for another job.  I did some calculating and realized some of our patrons don’t check their bills closely; they just pay whatever amount we send.  I tried several patrons before settling on Mr. James, and had a set amount I was aiming for.  As I said, one more week would have met our goal, and I’d slowly ‘wean’ him from the extra payments, so things wouldn’t look suspicious.  I did NOT count on his son looking into his accounts.

I imagine you’re pretty resentful of both Courtney and Dustin.

I misjudged Courtney; she’s smarter than she looks.  No, the one I’m the most furious with is Dustin James.  How dare he go snooping through his father’s accounts and asking questions about the monthly bills the past year?  Why couldn’t he just chalk it up to inflation or something?  I’m also upset with Lily.  If she’d not gotten sick in the first place, none of this would have happened.

People can’t control when they’re going to be ill, Nancy.

In my business, you take the over-the-counter medications.  Wait staff should only go to the doctor during golf season when they’re bleeding, spiking an ungodly high fever, or unable to talk.  Get sick on your days off or in the winter time.  Not during our busy season!  That’s what Tylenol is for.

So you feel the end justifies the means?  Is that what you’re saying?

Hell yes.  Didn’t you ever hear of Robin Hood?  He stole from the rich and gave to the poor.  I wasn’t trying to bankrupt anyone; I had a set amount I needed, and then I was going to stop.  And when the ex got back to work, I was going to slowly replace the funds, saying an audit had taken place, or a clerical error had occurred.

Is this your first offense, or have you faced charges before?

(sniffs) This is the first.

That you’ve committed a crime, or been caught?

(Looks around and leans forward, lowering voice)  This is just between you and me, right?  I-

Excuse the interruption, Nancy, but before you reply, I just want to make you aware that other people will read this.

(Sits up)  Oh…I see.  Well, this is the first time I’ve ever been charged.

So you’ve done this before, just never been caught.

Who do you think you are, Jack McCoy from Law and Order?

(holds up hands)  I’m just trying to get at the facts, ma’am.

Okay; now you sound like Joe Friday from Dragnet.  And you call yourself a writer?  What’s next, a Perry Mason reference?

(rolls eyes and mentally counts to ten)  Let me get this straight.  You feel you’re justified in what you did; you’re sorry you were caught; and you’re angry with the circumstances which led to your being fired.  Do you feel that rules only apply to certain people?

I don’t understand the question.  Rules are rules.

But do you feel some are meant to be broken, or that everyone breaks a rule from time to time?

(fidgets in chair and examines scarlet fingernails)  When you put it that way….yes, I suppose I feel some rules don’t apply to some of us.  After all, I am-WAS- the supervisor.  I’m authorized to determine which rules can be bent in certain circumstances.

So you feel entitled to take whatever you want.  Does it concern you that readers won’t like you?

Not at all.  The only other thing which upsets me is Kenzie called my voice a ‘nasal whine’.  I do NOT sound like that.

(Yes, she does)  Do you plan to appear in any of Kenzie’s other books?

I certainly hope NOT!  (sits up and glares)  She’s caused enough trouble for me.  Unless…..


(smiles and leans forward) Do you think she’d be willing to set me up with a nice, handsome, single lawyer?  I don’t really need a younger man; just someone who’s in his late 50’s or early 60’s.  Someone with experience, if you get my meaning.  Someone who’s, ah, been missing something from his life lately.  (winks)

(sigh)  I can certainly ask her if she’d be willing to do that.  But no promises.  Her writing is sort of on the back burner at the moment.

(pats my hand)  You tell her to do it or I’ll come back and haunt her until she writes it.

Thank you for sitting down with me today.  Nancy-did Kenzie not give you a last name?-is Courtney’s supervisor at the country club in Kenzie Michaels’ Appetite For Desire, available now at Amazon, in Kindle Unlimited.

A Scene With Nancy:
“Courtney! Where is she? Courtney Bright!” Nancy’s nasal voice was an octave higher than normal as she stormed through the swinging door of the club’s kitchen. “Courtney!”

“I’m here; what’s the problem?” Courtney backed out of the walk-in, balancing bowls of coleslaw and potato salad. Oh God…she found out I was eating again…

Nancy waved the invoice under the girl’s nose. “You call this accurate?” She screeched. “Where do you think we buy our food, the local farmer’s market? You didn’t charge him nearly enough!”

Courtney set the salad bowls on the stainless steel counter and checked the invoice. “But…that’s what Becky told me when she hired me. The prices are listed on the clipboard.” She went to the wall and found the one she’d used the night before. Flipping to the back, she ran her finger down and showed it to her manager. “See?”

“Well I never,” Nancy huffed, beginning to calm down. “I’ll have to check the rest of the receipts. There’s been a mistake somewhere. And I’m going to find it!” She spun on her high heels and left the kitchen.

Do you have anything else you’d like to add Nancy?

I’d like to state my last name is Nicholson*; I’m 42 years old**; my beautiful blonde hair is natural***, and I’m considered quite a catch, if you believe some of the gentlemen who flirted with me before I was fired.  Anyone who is on my side and who’d like to hire me can contact me through Kenzie’s website….(knock at the door and an officer pokes his head inside the room)…What the hell is wrong now?

Sorry to interrupt Molly, but Nancy was supposed to be back home now.  Her free time is up.

Not a problem; we were just finishing up.  Nancy, I’ll pass along your message and thank you again for your time.

I didn’t know that damn ankle bracelet would warn you if I was a few minutes late!  Hands off me; I’ll go by myself.  (Stands and exits the room)

Officer?  I didn’t realize she had an ankle bracelet.

Yes; it’s part of her plea agreement.   She has to wear it for two more months.  (tips his hat)

Sigh….just goes to show sometimes you don’t get the whole story!

*Nicholson:  Her maiden name
**42 yrs:  Actual age, 53.
***She is definitely NOT a ‘natural’ blonde….or at least not in the past twenty years.

And anyone who still wants to hire Nancy, please be assured your note will be placed in the circular file.

Dustin James is shocked to learn the sexy blonde he met two days earlier is none other than his father’s caterer who also works at the country club he’s recently joined. When he can’t keep his hands off of her, is lust for her sexy body all he wants, or is it love?

Courtney Bright defied the rules by admitting her attraction to the new customer at the country club. But when she realizes her feelings aren’t just sexual, will she take a chance on love, or is her job more important?

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