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Sunday, September 28, 2014

Southern Drawl by Paige Warren!!!!! Welcome to the South!!!!

Southern Drawl
(Bryson Corners #2)

Available at Evernight & Amazon

Happy Sunday Paige!!! I'm making pumpkin crunch cake, chat with us until it's ready!!!

Carson Benson has wanted to be a cop for as long as he can remember, but there are some days that he doesn’t like his job. Like the day he gets called out for a domestic disturbance and finds a battered woman and terrified child. What Carson didn’t realize was that it would be a turning point in his life.

Peaches Malone and her daughter Daisy are very important to Carson, and he’ll do anything to protect them. Including taking them home—to his home, where he can watch over them. And if Peaches feels that same spark he feels when he looks into her eyes, all the better.

An Excerpt…
Carson nursed his beer, staring out across the crowd while he waited on his brother to show. He was surprised Drew was going to peel himself away from Lexie long enough to hang out at the bar for a while. His brother had taken fewer rodeo trips lately, since discovering Lexie was pregnant, so now when he rode he really had to make it count. Carson wondered how long it would be before his big brother decided to get a ‘real’ job––something closer to home.
Carson had followed the rodeo for a bit, but it really wasn’t his scene. All those women, wanting to sleep with a winner… He shook his head. Nope. Not his scene at all. When he was with a woman, he didn’t want to wonder who had come before him, possibly within an hour or two. He’d had a few relationships over the years, but nothing in a while. His poor dick hadn’t had any action, other than his hand, for months now. Ever since they’d made their permanent home base in Bryson Corners, he’d been alone.
He didn’t think it had anything to do with his mixed heritage. If his brother was any proof, women couldn’t care less that he was half-black. And if anything, Lexie seemed to love Drew even more because of it. She claimed it made him different, and sexy. Carson grimaced. Sexy was not how he wanted to picture his brother.
Drew eased up to the table. “You supposed to be drinking while wearing that badge?”
Carson glanced down at the badge clipped to his belt. Hell, he’d forgotten all about it. He plucked it off the belt and shoved it into his pocket. His job was still new to him, but he loved it.
“At least I ain’t on the clock,” Carson said.
“Chief Lumley would tear into your ass if he saw you drinking while wearing that badge,” Drew said. “You can’t afford to fuck up with this job. I know it’s something you’ve wanted for a while.”
Carson shrugged. “I just forgot about it. I’m not used to wearing it yet. If I was still in my uniform, I mighta remembered. Got called out after hours, so I just grabbed the badge on my way out the door.”
“You like the job so far?”
Carson nodded. “It ain’t quite what I expected, but it’s a good job. I got to help a lady the other day when she was broken down on the side of the road. Felt good.”
“And how are things on a more personal front?” Drew asked. “You haven’t dated anyone since we moved here.”
“No one interesting, I guess. The women around here are a little too independent for my taste. I want a woman I can take care of. Someone who will lean on me, not boss me around and go out drinking with her friends every Friday night, ogling half the cowboys in town.”
Drew grinned. “In other words, you don’t want Lexie’s friend, Shelly.”
Carson snorted. “Not hardly. Guess I’m just old-fashioned. I’m not saying I don’t want her to think for herself, because I do. I just want her to need me.”
“Lexie’s a strong woman, but she needs me, even if she won’t admit it half the time. But I get what you’re saying. You want someone quiet, someone who will come to you when they get into trouble.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s what I want.”
“She’s out there somewhere, Carson. You’ll find her. Probably not sitting in this bar, but you’ll find her.”

About the Author:
Paige Warren spends her days weaving tales about alpha male cowboys and the women who love them. There's nothing hotter than a man in tight Wranglers and a pair of well-worn boots. You have to admit, there's something sexy about a man who knows how to use a rope!
A cat lover, she has more than one furbaby running around, keeping her company in the wee hours of the morning as she tries to find just the right way to say "His skin gleamed, the early morning rays caressing his sun bronzed flesh, as he studied her from beneath the brim of his Stetson." Or, you know, something similar.
When Paige isn't dolling out tons of affection on the furbabies, or slurping down a pot of coffee (Yes! A whole pot!) so she can get in her daily word count, she enjoys reading and watching movies - romances, usually.
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Friday, September 26, 2014

Visiting with Iyana Jenna with her newest book, A Second Chance!!!

Welcome Iyana, pull up a chair and tell us about A Second Chance!!!

Chance Devereux and Ryder Adkins have worked on the same TV series for three years and share a house near the set. Yet Chance can only watch from afar when Ryder gets engaged. Even though Chance is still deep in the closet, he can't help be jealous.
Since the first day of shooting, Ryder has had his sights on his costar, but Chance has a girlfriend and Ryder thinks Chance is straight. After years without a concrete result, Ryder decides to forget his desire to be with Chance and go back to Mike.
During a hiatus, Chance does an interview with journalist, Sebastian Vanderbilt. Sebastian opens Chance's eyes, and he decides he needs to make Ryder his. Can they work it out, or  are they all out of retakes?
Be Warned: m/m sex

Without waiting for Mike’s answer, he slid his phone open and scrolled down to Chance’s number. Ryder glanced briefly at Mike, who simply nodded and turned away to give him a semblance of privacy. Ryder turned his attention back to the call he was making and nearly jerked in anticipation when it was answered.
“Hey. Chance, it’s—”
“I’m sorry, but Chance can’t answer the phone right now.”
Ryder’s eyes bulged. Taken aback, he swallowed. “W-what? Who is this?”
“May I ask who’s speaking, please?”
“It’s, uh, Ryder. I’m his, his best friend—”
“Oh, Ryder. Sure.”
Ryder lifted an eyebrow when the man laughed a little.
“Chance talks a lot about you,” the man went on.
“Thanks, but….” Ryder’s eyes flickered to Mike, who was observing him closely. His mind began to wander to places he didn’t want to go. How could he not? The man had Chance’s cell. “Where is he? Do you mind if I talk to him?”
“No, of course not.” The man sighed. “But he really can’t.”
“What? What happened? What have you done to him?”
“Whoa, wait a second. I’ve done nothing to him. But he’s asleep right now. He hasn’t been able to sleep for some time. He’s been in so much pain he couldn’t even rest.”
Ryder slumped in his seat, rubbing his face. “Oh, God.” Mike had been right. Feeling lightheaded, Ryder whispered into the mouthpiece. “What’s wrong with him? God, is he okay now?”
“Yeah, I truly hope so. He’s much calmer now. He caught a stomach bug a couple of days ago.”
“And you’re—you’re Sebastian, right? Sebastian Vanderbilt? I saw the pictures.”
“That’s me. Oh, and Ryder?”
“I heard about your engagement. Congratulations, man.”
“Well, I don’t—”
“Hey, look,” Sebastian cut him off. “I’d love to talk to you, but I really have to go. I’ll tell Chance that you called, okay?”
“Wait, Sebastian. I’m just… you know, I—” But it was too late. Sebastian had hung up. Sucking in a breath, Ryder could only gawk in disbelief.
Sebastian didn’t know for sure why he felt reluctant to talk to Ryder. He had no reason to feel threatened by him, though if the way Chance talked about Ryder in the interview was anything to go by, Sebastian might have to consider how he felt toward the guy. This was such a new thing for him, feeling insecure. He wasn’t that kind of guy. Sebastian wondered what Chance had done to him.
Back in the guestroom where Chance was resting, Sebastian found him awake. Chance’s gaze wandered, his expression half-studying his surroundings, half-wondering how or why he was there in the first place. He turned to Sebastian only when he heard him clear his throat. Warmth surged in Sebastian’s heart at the fleeting blush on Chance’s freckled face. He wondered what Chance thought about the room. Sebastian loved his place, but perhaps it was childish to want to hear what Chance had to say about it.
Sebastian went to sit next to Chance, reaching out to feel his brow.
Chance groaned, shying away. “I’m not a child, Sebastian.”
“No.” Sebastian smiled. “But you gave me quite a scare.”
“Sorry.” Chance looked down.
“Hey, that’s not your fault. You were sick and obviously you hadn’t fully recovered when you left the hospital. How are you feeling now?”
“Much better.” Chance licked his lips.
Sebastian watched Chance drink slowly, and when he pulled back, some drips still clung to his lower lip. Sebastian knew he’d been staring, and he completely ignored the glass shoved back into his palm. Finally, he chuckled, put the glass away on the nightstand, and took off his shirt.
Chance’s eyes widened before they darkened a bit.
“May I?” Sebastian gestured toward a space on Chance’s huge, fluffy pillow.
Chance shifted a little to give him more room, much to his delight. He slipped under the cover and could feel Chance stiffen slightly. His face—mere inches from Sebastian’s—was taut before he relaxed and snuggled into Sebastian’s bare chest. Chance’s body felt sleep warm under his thin T-shirt, and Sebastian braved Chance’s reaction and slid a hand under it. He palmed Chance’s flat abs and up to his muscled torso, sighing appreciatively at the deep moan wrenched out of Chance’s throat.
“Beautiful,” Sebastian said huskily. “Very beautiful.” He tweaked a nipple and was rewarded with the stretched column of Chance’s smooth neck as he threw his head back, lips parting, his guttural growl sending Sebastian’s blood to his groin.

Iyana Jenna
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About Iyana...

Iyana writes M/M short stories and novellas. Her works have been published by Evernight Publishing, JMS Books, Books to Go Now, Torquere Press, Bitten Press, Leap of Faith Publishing, Breathless Press, and Alfie Dog Fiction.

Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has three of them. Their names are Cil, Horus, and Betsy, and one kitten. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

Friday, September 19, 2014

Scar Tissue

 Thank you for sharing a latte with us Evie and bringing, Scar Tissue, your new book with you!!!

Hi and thanks for having me to visit. I'm thrilled to be here.
I'm excited to be celebrating the release of my second full length PNR novel.
Scar Tissue is the second book in my Dominion Series and has been long in the making. I'm very proud to be presenting it.
A single black and white photo was the inspiration that finally broke through my writers block and got me restarted. I'd written several beginnings to Scar Tissue, none of which were working. The photo in question(which I've sadly lost) was of a woman holding a man against a rough brick wall. It got me thinking. Why does she need to be in control? Why does he voluntarily submit to her? And so the basis of my characters relationship was formed.

​Lust and aggression shifted under his skin. He needed to get her under him, to mark her and make her his. Her near death at the hands of the revenant had stripped away much of the control. Bloodlust roiled through him.
He fought to keep from baring his throbbing fangs at her. He had to be sane about this. His nature could not be the leader in this confrontation.
​“You’re hurt,” he said and forced himself to take a step back from her, and then another. All he wanted was to close the gap between them. Her chin jerked in acknowledgment, but she lifted one black brow in a blasé arch.
He shifted forward, unable to stop himself, the pull towards her magnetic. Her blade rose, pointed straight at his throat. He was fully aware that with a flick of that fine boned wrist could part his head from his neck. The thought made him smile. Wild sidhe, dangerous female.
​“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.
Memories of her body pushed hard against his in that alley three weeks ago flickered in his mind. The feeling of her small muscular back against his chest, her ass pressed into the ache between his thighs. He growled low in his chest.
​“You sure?” she said.
​With infinite care he lowered his own sword. When the bloodstained tip scraped on the ground he released the handle. It clattered on the gravel with a metallic ring. Sometimes actions were better than words.
​“What else?” she said. He shuffled his left foot forward and let her see the hilt of the dagger in his boot sheath.
​“Get rid of it.”
​He bent slowly, feeling her gaze follow his movement. After tossing the blade at her feet he stood up.
​“What else?” she repeated.
​He had to smile, even though he knew it exposed his fangs to her. Not like she wasn’t fully aware of what he was anyway. Of course she knew he wouldn’t be lightly armed. Hell, her sisters had taught the Abstainer soldiers.
He pulled his coat back from his shoulders, exposing the harnesses that were strapped to his chest, hips and thigh. He unsheathed blade after blade and tossed them at her feet like a deadly offering. Apt, his bloodstained hands were all he had to give her. No gentleness, no reverence or refinement. Those things weren’t in him.
​He was a curse, murder on two legs, death with a vampiric heartbeat. He didn’t deserve her, but he would have her anyway. He needed her to save what little was left of his soul.
As he laid the last blade at her feet she nodded, but one of her twin swords stayed pointed in his direction. Cade fought the urge to knock it away and cross the ground between them. Not the right time for that. He’d fucked it up the first time he’d met her, manhandling her body as if he had the right. Then losing it on the revenant tonight. Could he have done anything to make it any clearer what he was?
​“I remember you, Abstainer,” she said.
​His lips curled. Good, that was good.

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Sunday, September 14, 2014


Every Monday, my dad's only day off, he would pick me up from school and we would get out the Dr. Oetker cookbook and pick a recipe to make before my mom get home from work. Nussecken was our specialty! We shopped for the ingredients in our favorite gourmet shop, splitting an apple turnover from the bake shop to tide us over.

He would have been 89 this week, and it's been six years since I've heard his voice. A silence that is unbearable at times.

Today I'm making Nussecken, Nut Corners, with my dad...grab a java and join us.


For the dough base:
1 ¾ c. (225g) all-purpose flour
⅔ tsp. baking powder
½ c. (100g) sugar
¼ tsp. vanilla extract or l packet of vanilla sugar
1 egg
1 tbs. water
7tbs. (100g.) butter or margarine
For the topping:
10 ½ tbs. (150g.) butter
¾ cup (150g.) granulated white sugar
½ tsp. vanilla extract or 2 packets vanilla sugar (I get vanilla sugar at our Fresh Market)
3 tbs. water
1c. + 2tbs. (100g.) ground hazelnuts
200g. sliced hazelnuts
3 tbs. apricot marmalade
For the chocolate corners:
4oz. (120g.) bittersweet chocolate

Grease the baking pan (40 x 30cm) or put a piece of baking paper down on it. (I did the baking paper and it was much easier) Pre-heat the oven to 350.

For the bottom dough, mix the flour and baking powder in a bowl. Add the rest of the “bottom dough” ingredients and mix everything with your mixer. Form it all together with your hands into a ball and set aside. I usually wrap it and put it in the fridge while I make the topping.

For the topping, melt the butter, sugar, vanilla sugar, and water in a pan slowly on medium heat. Add in the ground and sliced hazelnuts. Take the pan off the heat and let it cool for about 10 minutes.

Spread out the bottom dough in the pan, all the way to sides and evenly. Spread the marmalade on top. Spread the topping on evenly.

Put the baking sheet in the middle of the pre-heated oven and bake 25 minutes. It is done when it is golden brown.
Let it cool for minimum 20 minutes.
Cut into triangles.
Melt the dark chocolate.
 Dip each corner of the cookie in the chocolate. Lick excess off your fingers!

In German:

1. Das Backblech fetten oder Backpapier darauf legen. Den Backofen vorheizen 180 C für Ober-/Unterhitze.
2. Für den Teig Mehl mit Backpulver in einer Rührschüssel mischen. Übrige Zutaten für den Teig hinzufügen und alles mit einem Handrührgerät zu einem Teig verarbeiten, anschließend mit den Händen zu einer Rolle formen.
3. Für den Belag, Butter mit Zucker, Vanillin-Zucker und Wasser in einem Topf unter Rühren langsam erwärmen und zerlassen. Gemahlene und gehobelte Haselnusskerne unterrühren. Den Topf von der Kochstelle nehmen und den Belag etwa 10 Minuten abkühlen lassen.
4. Den Teig auf dem Backblech ausrollen. Aprikosenkonfitüre darauf streichen. Belag gelichmäßig auf dem Teig verteilen. Das Backblech in Backofen schieben, etwa 25 min.
5. Die Gebäckplatte etwa 20 min. auf einem Kuchenrost erkalten lassen, dann in Dreiecke schneiden.
6. Die Schokolade im Wasserbad unter Rühren schmelzen. Die beiden spitzen Ecken in den Guss tauchen.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

I'm Back!!!

What a crazy few weeks it has been. My beloved puddy kitty had a stroke...and well, you can imagine how that story ended. Yes...I have already been for HALO to find a new friend to add to our furry family, but, that didn't really go to well. I could barely see the cats and puppies through the water works. I think I wasn't ready. So, I'm going to wait a bit...it's only been a few days.

So, excuse my silence...I'm getting back on track!

Friday, September 5, 2014

Welcome Raven with her NEW book Double Jackson!!!

When I sat down to write this blog, I realized how lucky I am, doing what I love, writing stories. The fact people seem to enjoy them is a bonus, and one I never stop giving thanks for. I couldn't not write, I feel as if something is missing if I don't connect with my characters every day, even just for a few minutes. As my long-suffering hubby says, have lap top will travel. (It's amazing how much you can write on long haul)
Double Jackson, or Jackson for short is one of those stories that hit you, and demand to be told.
I've no idea where the idea came from, I just know I woke up one morning and started to write it. It was very definitely character driven, and one of the minor characters, Tina the housekeeper, nagged me all the time I wrote. It was as if she were in the room with me, looking over my shoulder…
Not only does she keep all the characters in the book in their place, she very definitely did it to me as well.
I think it worked.

A tasty morsel from the book...

Jackson Carrick at Tits and Bum Club—gay in more ways than one.
As morning wake up calls go, those damning headlines made for a rude awakening. The renowned actor is a one man guy, thank you very much, so why would a doppelganger set out to discredit him, and more importantly, who is it?
As the mystery unravels and loyalties are tested, Jackson has to rely on his husband, housekeeper, and friends to keep his reputation from swirling down the drain.
Fortunately, Jackson's husband Collum knows just how to keep his man from worrying. Only one thing to do when you're stuck inside waiting for news—lots of mind-blowing sex.

(Fizz is Tina's twin, and Jack's agent.)
Jack took hold of the phone as if it were a time bomb about to go off. Which, Coll decided it might well be. He stared at Jack, and willed his positive thoughts to be heard as Jack connected the call.
"Hi, Fizz. Hold on, I want to put this on speakerphone so I don't have to repeat it to Coll."
"Where are you? No don't tell me if it's too much information. Are you at home?" Her voice was loud and tinny in the room. "Do you have today's paper handy? Is there a clock or three around? Are you decent?" The staccato questions came thick and fast. "Jack?"
Coll's eyes widened and he shook his head at his lover's silent question. He had no idea what the inquisition was all about.
"Kitchen? With iPad and phone?" Jack could be as brusque as the next person when it was warranted. "Naked."
"That'll do." Fizz's voice ebbed and flowed as the signal changed strength. "Well, not the naked bit. Clothed. Plus a paper or two and remember, decently dressed. Do it now and send it to me please. I'll be with you as soon as I can. About ten minutes, I reckon." The phone went dead.
Jack looked at Coll, who raised one eyebrow.
"Oh, shit."
"Oh, fuck. Her ten is five. I don't think she means in our birthday suits." Jack pinched Coll's left nipple and rolled of the bed to land on his feet.
"Bastard. I wish I was that agile." Coll sat up, stretched and then stood up slowly.
"Ha. If you had to do the stuff I do in this series you'd be limber as well. Problem is at the end I'll be arthritic and stiff as an excited cock everywhere, not just in my dick." He jogged into the bathroom, and with a wry grin, Coll followed him.
Jack had the shower on full blast. As Coll watched he spun round under the water three times and got out.
"Over to you. I'll go hunt up iPads and stuff." Jack rubbed his hands over his hair and snagged a towel as he moved swiftly away.
"Cover up your jiggles then," Coll called after him. "No cock rock on display."
A whistle was his reply.
Coll wasn't under the water much longer than it took to wash any traces of sex from his body, and soak his sweat-slicked hair. He flicked a towel across his body in the hope some water would be caught and absorbed and then pulled on a clean t-shirt before he ignored boxers, and thrust his damp legs into linen trousers and deck shoes. The material of the trousers chafed his skin and he wriggled uncomfortably. Maybe he should have donned underwear after all. The last thing he wanted was a rash on his cock from the nylon thread they used in his clothes.
It was too late. He heard the deep-throated rumble of a powerful motorbike and guessed Fizz had arrived.
Coll took the stairs two at a time. He arrived in the hall as the knocker crashed onto the wood with such force he wouldn't have been surprised to see it emerge through the panel and an attached hand still thumping away.
He pulled the door open and Fizz almost fell into the foyer.
"Have you taken that picture yet?" she demanded in a breathless voice as she took off her helmet and put it on top of an old-fashioned hat stand.
"Good afternoon, Fizz. Not yet, sorry. How are you, Coll? I'm fine, thank you, Fizz, how are you?" Coll said sarcastically. "Would you like to take a breath before or after you hit me over the head for my tardiness?" The look he received would wither the hardest cock.
"Funny, ha, ha. I need that photo like an hour ago."
"Difficult." Jack had entered the hall unnoticed. "We didn't know you wanted it, and it would have been a TMI photo."
Fizz made a noise like a particularly upset wildcat. Jack sniggered. "Knickers in a twist, Fizz?"
"No, but your nuts will be in a nutcracker before you can say walnut or pecan if we don't get stuff sorted out pretty damned quick. Let me take a damned photo." She snapped the words irritably. "Where?"
"Kitchen. I was setting it up."
"I don't want a set up," Fizz followed Jack into the kitchen, and Coll followed the two if them.
If he was a ladies’ man, then Fizz's ass would be everything you could ask for. Not for the first time he wondered why she was single with no guy—or woman in sight.
Coll made a beeline for the coffee pot. "Coffee?"
"After." Fizz didn't look up from her phone. "Okay, it's still okay. Get sorted. No, not like that. Who lines up three clocks and props a newspaper up for a selfie for no reason? I want natural."
"If we'd known an hour ago you could have had au naturel."


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Love R x

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Visiting with Carlene Love Flores!!!!

I’d like to extend my gratitude to Antonia for being such a wonderful hostess today. Being on blog tour is fun and a lot of work and when you have such generous and supportive folks offering to help out, there simply aren’t enough ways to say Thank You. The book I’ve brought today is the fifth story in my rock star romance series, The Sin Pointe Novels. Wicked Flower is all about the band’s lead singing bass player, Stefan Calderon. To celebrate its release as well as the series as whole, I got the idea to share some of my favorite Stefan Moments over the yearsat each blog tour stop. Today’s comes from Book 2, Sin’s Flower. Here we have the hero, Jaxon who is also the band’s songwriter, in a bit of a funk. But what I love about this bit is getting to see the process that a Sin Pointe song goes through as it travels from Jaxon’s heart and mind andthen eventually makes its way to Stefan’s heart and voice. I really believe these two guys share a kindred soul which has made them such fun to write about. From Sin’s Flower
He didn’t want to be bothered with anyone else’s shit.  Not while he was figuring out how to become a hero.  He slid his butt down to the floor, back against the padded wall and half sang the words he’d hand over to Stefan to sing from his heart someday soon.  
“I only need her because she’s gone.  I have no idea where she is and I couldn’t care less.  You were always my chosen mess.  I’m not the only one who needs you; wish I could say the same for myself.  I’ll never get another chance if I won’t ask for help.  Just change me, then someone can save me.  I’m the mess.  I’m the mess.”
Jaxon’s toes wiggled in response to the gritty melody.  

And here is the Wicked Flower blurb:
~Editor’s Pick
Sin Pointe front man Stefan Calderon is playing a very dangerous game and his mom’s live-in caretaker, Dani Foster, just landed right smack in the middle of it.
Practically strangers when Stefan rolls into his small hometown looking to patch things up with Mom, his and Dani’s worlds collide with a hot and intense hook up. He knows right away this woman will make the perfect partner for his two weeks in town. But when she realizes whose son he is, and what he’s there to do, sexy times come to an abrupt halt.
That is until they come up with a solution. Rules. Every game needs them. The question isn’t if they’ll break them, but when and how hard.
It’s a wickedly delicious game, one neither of them intends to lose.

Thanks for letting me share with you today. If you’d like to spend more time with Stefan in his own book, you can find Wicked Flower at these lovely places:

Wanna add Wicked Flower to your Goodreads Shelf? You rock and thanks!https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23121017-wicked-flower

Carlene Love Flores is a big fan of the stars (especially Orion), honest music (especially Depeche Mode), and her traveling family (no favorites there-she loves them all). These things inspire her intimate style of romance writing. She feels honored to be a member of Washington DC Romance Writers (WRWDC), Romance Writers of America and the Waterworld Mermaids. Carlene currently lives in the San Diego area where she can often be found listening to live music and looking up at the sky on clear nights.  If she could touch someone’s heart with her writing the way others have done for her, she’d say truly there never lived a luckier girl.  
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