2022-10-31

Let's Get Naughty NOW!

 






































If you read the newsletter I sent out this morning, you already know that although Let's Get Naughty went live last night thousands of pre-orders were unexpectedly cancelled. Yeah, including mine and a lot of the other contributing authors! 
And here I thought I'd just been a dumbass who forgot to buy her own book! (true story!) 
So, if you preordered the antho, thank you! But you probably want to check and make sure the order actually went through. 


Also, volume 2 is available for pre-order (no, not a joke. Lightning won't strike twice--right???) And I've got a really cute story planned for that one. It's another madcap rom-com featuring April and Zach from Love, from A to Z



2022-10-30

One Day More...




















 An isolated cabin, a winter storm, a hungry cougar—what could possibly go wrong? In a word: everything.

Mike and Claire were hoping their first Christmas together would be unforgettable. But when their sexy, adult-film-themed weekend abruptly veers into low-budget, chiller-diller territory, they’re left to worry that this Christmas will turn out to be memorable in all the worst ways.


 https://books2read.com/letsgetnaughty


EXCERPT: 

I give Mike about a minute—or however long it takes to swipe on some lipstick and run a comb through my hair—then follow him to the door. 

Yes, dressed like this. My role this weekend is the sexy brat who needs a spanking. I intend to play the hell out of that part. 

I sidle up behind Mike, plunk the Santa hat back on his head, then snake my arms around his waist, feeling his muscles tense as I do. Cold air wafts in through the open door, chilling my bare legs. I ignore the discomfort, and the sneaking suspicion that he might have had a point. 

 Mike glances at me over his shoulder. “I thought you were going to stay by the fire?” 

I wriggle in place, making sure he can feel my breasts pressed against his back.  “But this is better. Shared bodily warmth beats a fire any day.”

The pizza boy—yes, an actual teenager, unfortunately, which means even flirting is off the table—snickers in appreciation. I grin back at him, then notice his hat. I lean around Mike for a better look. “Omigod. Are you wearing elf ears?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he replies as his cheeks turn red.

“How adorable is that? Did you see that, Santa?” 

“Claire…” Mike replies using the gravelly, stern tone I can never resist. Before I can think of a suitable response, the wind shifts, gusting cold and wet against my face.

 “It’s snowing!” I squeal excitedly. “We really are going to have a white Christmas.” 

What is it about snow that makes everyone feel like a child again? Everyone except Mike, apparently. “We were already going to have a white Christmas. There was snow on the ground when we got here.”

I roll my eyes. “A white-er Christmas.” Sheesh. For a man who just received ‘possibly the best blow job of his life’ he’s sounding awfully grumpy. Before I can decide whether I want to remind him about that, and risk shocking the teen, something small and bright dashes up the driveway and across the porch. I shriek in alarm as it streaks through the open door, into the house and down the hall. 

“Wh-what was that?” I demand as it disappears in the direction of the kitchen. What kind of wildlife do they even have here? “Racoon? Opossum?”

The delivery boy shakes his head. “Nah, definitely not a possum. I don’t think racoons move that fast, either. Bobcat, maybe?” 

“At least we all agree it’s not a cougar,” Mike says drily.  

“Well, I need to find out.” I’ve invested too much into making this weekend special—time, money, effort. Whatever this thing is, it’s not gonna fuck things up. 

Mike finishes at the door, then hurries to catch up with me. “Be careful. We don’t know what we’re dealing with.” 




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She's thinking fling, he's thinking forever 

Sexy, former film star Claire Calhoun is used to having her pick of studly young men. Now that she and Derek have called it quits, however, the actress-turned-entrepreneur is feeling vulnerable. After one mojito too many at a party one night, she decides it would be fun to try something new-in this case, Mike Sherman, her staid accountant and long-time fan. 

Claire has been Mike's fantasy since the first time he saw her bare it all for the camera. Now that she's in his bed he'll do whatever's necessary to keep her there. But he's not a stalker, right? He's just a devoted fan.




2022-10-29

Two Days to Get Naughty





“Where to?” I ask as we pull into town. I probably sound annoyed, but I hate the fact that I don’t know where I’m going. Claire’s been so secretive about our accommodations that she wouldn’t even let me program our actual destination into the GPS. She wants me to be surprised.

She glances at the time then asks, “How about lunch?”

“Now?”

“Well, we need to stop at the realtor’s office for the keys, but we’re a little early. And I placed an order at the grocer’s—that won’t be ready yet, either. So…”

 Keys? Groceries? “Aren’t we staying at a hotel?” 

 “Nope.” There’s a hint of mischief in her smile. “I booked us a cabin just outside of town.” Then she points through the windshield. “How about there? That looks cute, right?”

The bear-themed diner—I guess it’s cute, in a kitschy sort of way—looks like a place where they serve breakfast 24/7. Where, if you order anything other than breakfast, you’re bound to be disappointed. But who am I to argue?  

The parking lot is mostly empty—never a good sign for a restaurant. But, then again, the whole town seems ominously quiet. It should be bustling with shoppers, and skiers, and people like Claire who are here for snow—most of which, by the way, has been shoveled into unattractive, dirty, gray heaps. 

I ask our server, Linda, about it after she takes our orders. Cobb salad and an iced tea for Claire, grilled salmon and an IPA for me. 

She shrugs indifferently. “Probably no one wants to get caught in the blizzard they’re predicting.”

Claire shoots me a worried look. “Well, we wanted snow, right?” 

I pick up my water glass, take a sip. Would it be rude to remind her that only one of us wanted snow? That the other wanted clear skies, tropical breezes, the provocative motion of a ship at sea…

“Or it could be because of the cougar,” Linda suggests.

I choke on my water. “Cougar?”

“You know, mountain lions? Pumas? One’s been hanging around the last few weeks, getting into people’s trash and whatnot. Which reminds me, I don’t suppose you folks brought any pets with you, but if you did, you’ll want to be sure to keep them inside.”

 “No pets,” I assure her. “But thanks.” I left Zoe, my macaw, in LA with a sitter. I didn’t think she’d like the cold. If there really is a giant cat on the prowl, I’m even happier about that decision. Skeptic that I am, however, I can’t help doubting the story.

“You’re not worried, are you?” Claire asks after Linda walks away. 

I smile reassuringly at her. “Not at all.” 

“I really want this weekend to be fun for you.” 

 Just for me? Well, that’s not worrisome at all. “How could it not be? I’m here with you.” That’s true no matter what—even if it’s our last weekend together. And if I’m honest, I’m more concerned about that than I am some hypothetical cougar. 

“So, has anyone actually seen this supposed cougar?” I ask when Linda returns with our food. “Because knocking over garbage bins sounds more like something a bear might do.”

“It’s winter,” Linda snaps, dropping our plates on the table a little more forcefully than necessary. “The bears are asleep.”

And that’s me told. Although you’ll notice she didn’t actually answer my question, leading me to conclude it’s like so many other celebrity sightings, more hype than substance. 

 



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She's thinking fling, he's thinking forever 

Sexy, former film star Claire Calhoun is used to having her pick of studly young men. Now that she and Derek have called it quits, however, the actress-turned-entrepreneur is feeling vulnerable. After one mojito too many at a party one night, she decides it would be fun to try something new-in this case, Mike Sherman, her staid accountant and long-time fan. 

Claire has been Mike's fantasy since the first time he saw her bare it all for the camera. Now that she's in his bed he'll do whatever's necessary to keep her there. But he's not a stalker, right? He's just a devoted fan.




2022-10-28

Only Three More Days...


An isolated cabin, a winter storm, a hungry cougar—what could possibly go wrong? In a word: everything.

Mike and Claire were hoping their first Christmas together would be unforgettable. But when their sexy, adult-film-themed weekend abruptly veers into low-budget, chiller-diller territory, they’re left to worry that this Christmas will turn out to be memorable in all the worst ways.


 https://books2read.com/letsgetnaughty

A short while later...

Mike takes the drink from my hand, places both our mugs on the coffee table and pulls me onto his lap. “You are an amazing woman, Claire Calhoun. You’re not fazed by this at all, are you?”

What I am is an amazing actress. Because I’m so very far beyond fazed that I don’t even think there’s a word for it. But Mike’s lips are on mine. His kisses taste of coffee and cinnamon. His arms feel secure, and so very right wrapped around me. So, instead of confessing how close I am to melting down, I smile and murmur, “You’re pretty amazing yourself.” 

Most of my exes would have been stomping around the house by now, hurling insults (and occasionally smaller pieces of furniture) in my direction, declaiming at length about how absolutely everything is entirely my fault. 

No lie: I’ve been served with divorce papers after far smaller screwups than this.

After a moment, Mike pulls away to murmur reluctantly, “I should check the turkey. Let’s not add ‘overcooked bird’ to the day’s challenges.” 

 “Good idea. I’ll set the table. The sides are just about ready. So we can eat whenever the turkey’s done.”

Mike’s jacket is too wet to be of any use, so he slips his Santa coat on over a dark Henley, jeans and boots. I don’t know how practical it is, but damn! The sight is more mouthwatering than any turkey could ever be. 





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She's thinking fling, he's thinking forever 

Sexy, former film star Claire Calhoun is used to having her pick of studly young men. Now that she and Derek have called it quits, however, the actress-turned-entrepreneur is feeling vulnerable. After one mojito too many at a party one night, she decides it would be fun to try something new-in this case, Mike Sherman, her staid accountant and long-time fan. 

Claire has been Mike's fantasy since the first time he saw her bare it all for the camera. Now that she's in his bed he'll do whatever's necessary to keep her there. But he's not a stalker, right? He's just a devoted fan.




2022-10-27

4 Days to get Naughty

Whoo-hoo! Let's Get Naughty is getting ready to drop--only 4 more days! 36 steamy stories to spice up your holiday reading. Includes my contribution, Christmasing With You, which features Mike and Claire from Let Me Count the Ways.


The sweater was just the beginning

Mike's been a very good boy this year and Santa Claire has the perfect present picked out for him—one that's both naughty and nice!

One more disaster could be the end…

Mike and Claire were hoping their first Christmas together would be unforgettable. But when their sexy, adult-film-themed weekend abruptly veers into low-budget, chiller-diller territory, they’re left to worry that this Christmas will turn out to be memorable in all the worst ways.

An isolated cabin, a winter storm, a hungry cougar—what could possibly go wrong? In a word: everything. 

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ADULT EXCERPT:

Five minutes later, I’m seated on the couch and Claire Calhoun is straddling my lap. If that’s not perfection, maybe Santa oughta bring me a dictionary for Christmas. 

The lights are turned down low, the fire is blazing bright. It’s like every Christmas song ever penned, like the one playing right now, in the background.

There’s a tray of drinks on the side table. The air smells of bayberry and pine. Claire’s hands are cradling my face as her lips and tongue make love to my mouth. And, just as I suspected, she’s naked under the sweater. 

I can’t stop touching her. I can’t stop marveling that she’s here with me, that I’m not asleep, it’s all real. I know she worries about her age, the changes she sees in the mirror, the ravages of time. But, to me, she’s as beautiful now as she ever was. So, I fill my palms with her perfect ass, groan as her tongue slides ever so sweetly against my own, and give myself over to the wonder and magic of the best Christmas ever.

This sweater has to go, however. I’m about to pull it over her head when Claire stops me, lifting her mouth away from mine, dragging a frustrated groan from my lips. 

“Slow down, Santa.” Her face is flushed, but there’s mischief gleaming in her eyes. “I’m on your lap for a reason.” I must look blank, because after a moment she prompts, “Isn’t there something you want to ask me?”

My thoughts scatter. Is she talking about consent? Permission to remove her clothes? That doesn’t seem likely. Is she hoping for a proposal? No, surely not; it’s too soon. “Are you trying to make me lose my mind?”

 “Well, that is a question,” Claire giggles. “And the answer is obviously yes. But that’s not what Santa is supposed to say. Ask me what I want for Christmas.”

Ah. Right. Acting. I gaze at her as sternly. “I thought we agreed that you don’t deserve anything for Christmas because you’d been too naughty?”

“I don’t think we said I didn’t deserve anything,” Claire pouts. “Couldn’t I at least have one present?” 

My first impulse, as always, is to answer, yes, of course. Whatever you want. I’m struggling to resist the urge when she leans in close and stage whispers, “Just so you know, this will work better if you play along.”

“What?”

“Ask the question.” 

“Fine. What would you like for Christmas?”

“Well, Santa, what I’d really love is a peppermint stick.”

“A…what?” 

Claire glances meaningfully at my lap. “A big stick that I can suck on and lick? Do you have anything like that for me, Santa?”

“Oh, I have something for you, all right.”

Her tongue swipes over her lower lip. Her eyes are dancing, daring me to play along. “And I can lick it now? Pretty please?”

I arch one eyebrow. “Well, it’s sure not gonna lick itself.”

Claire snort-laughs and drops her head to my shoulder. I’m absurdly pleased at having forced her to break character until…

“We need a drink,” she announces and climbs off my lap.

“What?” I stare at her in dismay. “No, we don’t.”

She gives me a look as she rattles the shaker. “Well, you don’t, I suppose. But I’m definitely having one.”

“What even is that?” I ask, eyeing with distaste the frothy, pale pink cocktails she’s poured.

“Candy Cane Kiss.” Claire takes a sip of one then asks, “Wanna taste?”

“No. Thank you.”

“Your loss.” She adds a couple of ice cubes to her glass, then sinks gracefully to her knees, setting her glass down in the floor within easy reach. 

“This was not in the movie,” I point out as she reaches to undo my jeans.

“Nope. I’m improvising.”

Why mess with perfection? But then she takes me in hand, swirls her tongue around the crown of my dick, and… Oh. Oh! That’s why.

Icy hot sensations wash over me. The mint is a ghostly tingle at first, but it grows in intensity with every swipe of her tongue, every slide of her mouth up and down my length. 

When she pauses for another sip, and to suck an ice cube into her mouth, I’m left clutching the sofa cushions in mindless frustration. My skin erupts in goosebumps when she prolongs the moment, blowing a stream of cool air over my wet flesh. 

Then she takes me in her mouth again and cool fire dances along my shaft. Somehow, the ice makes her mouth taste hotter. Her lips have acquired a cracked-candy glaze from the rim of her glass. It scrapes against my sensitive skin, providing the perfect bite of pain. 

“Jesus, Claire!”

She glances up, catches my gaze, and just like that I’m gone. It’s always been the same. I’ve convinced myself that glint in her eyes, that hint of a smile is mine alone. Never mind that I’ve seen it onscreen a thousand times.  My heart’s convinced: it’s all for me. 




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She's thinking fling, he's thinking forever 

Sexy, former film star Claire Calhoun is used to having her pick of studly young men. Now that she and Derek have called it quits, however, the actress-turned-entrepreneur is feeling vulnerable. After one mojito too many at a party one night, she decides it would be fun to try something new-in this case, Mike Sherman, her staid accountant and long-time fan. 

Claire has been Mike's fantasy since the first time he saw her bare it all for the camera. Now that she's in his bed he'll do whatever's necessary to keep her there. But he's not a stalker, right? He's just a devoted fan.




2022-10-26

5 Days to go!

5 Days! An isolated cabin, a winter storm, a hungry cougar—what could possibly go wrong? In a word: everything. books2read.com/letsgetnaughty/





Continued from Yesterday's Post...


Mike shoots me a quick, scorching glance, then crosses to the mantel.  “I’m telling you again, these stocking holders are much too flimsy. They’re probably okay for empty stockings, but they’re just not weighty enough to support anything heavier.”

“All the more reason to take out a gift, then, and lighten the load.” It’s true that the humping reindeer stocking holders looked much more substantial online. I assumed they’d be brass, but I think they’re actually aluminum. If they’re metal at all. “I’m sure they’ll be fine.”

 

Mike picks a package and comes to sit beside me on the rug. I became very familiar with all the toys because I unboxed and washed each one before wrapping them, so I know immediately which he chose. Given his concern about the weight of the stockings, I’m not surprised. It’s the biggest and heaviest of them all. 

“Wow.” Mike stares admiringly at the blown glass candy cane dildo he’s just unwrapped. “This is gorgeous.” 

I nod agreement. It’s multifunctional, too. It can be displayed as art or used as a paperweight. But, just to make sure Mike understands its true purpose, I’ve included travel-sized packets of lube. 

“Shouldn’t this have been in your stocking?” he teases. “Seems like it’s for you more than me.”

“No, it’s not,” I protest. Although… Shit. He might have a point.

“Let’s find out.” Mike slides the dildo onto the coffee table, close to the container of adult toy and body wipes that I’d put out earlier, then says, “I think it’s time you lose the sweater.”

That works for me, as well. 

I whip the sweater over my head and off. My nipples harden instantly when exposed to the cool air. Meanwhile, Mike takes a moment to straighten up, clearing away the wine glasses and pizza box. When he resumes his seat on the rug, I immediately spy the length of ribbon he’s holding. I know what’s coming next. 

Mike extends a hand and says, “Give me your wrists.” 

I hesitate for an instant, then reluctantly comply. There was a scene like this in the movie. But that wasn’t real. And the ribbon we used was stretchy and soft, nothing like the wired-backed ribbon Mike has now. I hope he can’t hear how hard my heart is pounding. We’ve played with restraints before, but not like this. 

He takes his time, wrapping my wrists like a very secure present—complete with a festive bow. It’s pretty but, “I feel like I should have a safe word.” 

I try to sound casual, just kidding around. And I think, I’ve succeeded when he teases back, “Don’t you trust me?” But then his smile fades. “I mean, yes. Of course. What is it?” 

My mind is blank. I have no idea.

“Red?” Mike suggests. 

 “It’s Christmas. Everything’s red.” 

“Orange? Blue?”

“Pineapple.”  The second most commonly used safe word in the world, apparently.

Mike smirks. “Good thing we’ve finished eating.” Then he blinks and adds, “I meant because of the pizza.”

“Right. Me, too.”

He helps me lie back—tricky without hands, no matter how many core workouts you do per week—stretches my arms up above my head, presses my wrists to the floor. I can’t suppress the tremor that rockets through me, from clenched fists to curled toes. So, I exaggerate the movement, turn it into a tease. And feel a surge of empowerment as his gaze automatically clocks the motion, as his pupils dilate.   

Still in control, I think in relief. Still calling the shots.

“Okay?” Mike asks, gaze returning to my face. 

I nod, smiling faintly, not trusting my voice. He leans in and kisses me. His free hand curves around my breast, thumb brushing across my nipple. It’s sweet, familiar. Safe. For a moment, I forget about the firm hand at my wrists, the unbreakable bonds encircling them. Mike’s lips coast down my neck, up the swell of my breast. Now he’s teasing both nipples. And I’m writhing on the rug, whimpering for more.  

I feel flushed and bleary-eyed by the time Mike lifts his head, and it’s comforting to see that he looks about the same. 

He gives my bound hands one last squeeze, says, “Leave them there,” then moves between my legs. He smiles at me as he spreads my legs wide, holding them open with gentle hands on my thighs. “Like I said: I’m done with the pizza, not done eating.” 

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The Final Countdown is ON!

6 Days! An isolated cabin, a winter storm, a hungry cougar—what could possibly go wrong? In a word: everything. books2read.com/letsgetnaughty/



      I don’t understand why pineapple pizza gets no respect. Granted, I was very young when I first tried it, shortly after I moved to LA, but to my na├»ve and inexperienced taste buds it seemed exotic and sophisticated. Now, the word I’d use to describe it is playful. And there’s not a damn thing wrong with that. 

I ruminate on this while seated on the faux-bearskin hearth rug eating the last of my dinner. We’ve paired the pizza with Zinfandel, as a concession to Mike’s jaded sensibilities.  I’d originally planned to serve the zin with Christmas dinner. Now, we’ll probably be pairing the turkey with Chardonnay. Hopefully, the wine snob will deem that acceptable. Although, if he’s still obsessing about wine at that point, I’m gonna consider the weekend a failure. 

“I mean, where did you even find this stuff?” Mike asks, still hanging ornaments.

I take a moment to appreciate the view. He looks hot! And I don’t mean because the red leather, fur-lined Santa coat I bought him is too warm for the room.  Considering that all he’s wearing beneath the coat is a pair of red silk boxers, I’m sure that’s not the case. What I mean is, Kurt Russell’s silver-fox Santa has nothing on Mike. 

“Where does anyone find anything?” I say in reply. “I got it online.”


To Be Continued...


Check back tomorrow to read more!

2022-10-25

Romance Writers Weekly ~ What's in your fridge? ~ #LoveChatWrite



This week on the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop we answer the extremely random question, "What's in your fridge?"

Oh, boy. Where do I start? I'm not known for having an empty fridge, so this might take awhile. I'd better stick to the highlights. A half-gallon of walnut milk, because my grandson's allergic to dairy. Two half pounds of butter--Kerry Gold, Irish butter; ie the only butter worth eating. A dozen cage free, free range eggs from a local farm--all green and brown eggs because I love the way they look. a couple of bottles of Kombucha, a couple of bottles of Topo Chico, an open bottle of Dark Horse Chardonnay. A bottle of Harmless Harvest coconut water. If you've never had it, O.M.G. Get some. Now. You can thank me later.

Sliced black forest ham, salami, turkey, Swiss cheese--DH has been on a sandwich kick ever since he got back from New Orleans with the jar of olive relish that goes on Muffalettas. A loaf of Killer Dave's thin sliced whole grain bread, because I like thin slices. A loaf of sliced sourdough, cause hubby prefers sourdough when he's not eating that weird, chewy, wheat-free pumpernickel bread that I just can't get into. Oh! And a jar of sourdough starter because my grandson loves to help me make sourdough pancakes--colored with natural food coloring because he's on a rainbow kick. 

A jar of tamarind chutney, because the Indian street food place with the killer mini-samosas NEVER packs enough chutney. Too many jars of jam because the farmers market was offering samples and I'm indecisive. Bourbon peach, watermelon moscato, pineapple rhubarb, blood orange marmalade--who could choose?

The usual array of condiments Xs several. Duke's Mayo because we're living in the South now. Kensington Mayo cause DH is also on a health kick. 3 bottles of mustard--all brown--because "we" kept forgetting we'd already bought it. Only one bottle of ketchup--AFAIK. Two bottles of BBQ sauce, because we're experimenting. Too many bottles of salad dressing because I can't find anything I like in the stores here--but I keep trying. A bowl of cherry tomatoes from our garden. Ditto two Japanese eggplants, and three or four green peppers. A bag of avocados because AVOCADOS! Half an onion. Some fresh ginger root. A handful of limes and lemons. A clamshell container of baby argula. Two-and-a-half containers of hummus (see mustard) and a clamshell of mini-pita breads to go with.

And I'm going to stop there because this is turning into a book--and I'm already writing one of those!

Now, head on over to Brenda Margriet's page to learn what she's reading. And be sure to check out her book, Secrets Under the Covers.





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A heartwarming story with wonderful characters that feel so real, they could be your friends!”

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Let's Get Naughty
A Limited Edition Romance Anthology

If you think it's too soon to get on Santa's naughty list...think again.


Cancel your plans and spend this holiday season with 36 romance authors who have teamed up to bring you a delicious holiday treat.


This collection will have it all: fake relationships, second chances, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, workplace romance, age gap, CEO’s, bikers, and falling for the best friend’s brother.


Each of the authors will have an unforgettable, steamy story. So come on over, grab a blanket, and get started on finding your next favorite author today.


Let’s Get Naughty is the perfect anthology for you to binge this holiday season.




Let's celebrate seasoned romance!

Saturday, October 29, 2022
Worth The Wait Seasoned Romance Readers Facebook group: 


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What are you doing October 29? Why not join me and 24 other authors of seasoned romance as we celebrate "Fall Into Love!" You need to be a member of the Worth the Wait Seasoned Romance Group, so join today. Then be ready for contests, games, prizes, and more! 


Huge romance giveaway happening now 


Over 100 free books. Including my short story, Blame it on the Voodoo.

 

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It's Halloween Season. 

What better way to spend it than reading a Paranormal, Fantasy, Sci-fi or Spooky Romance?

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It's Book Fair Time!

Free romance ebooks, .99 cent romance ebooks, and romance anthologies are what you'll find at this year's Let's Get Naughty Book Fair!

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