Monday, March 30, 2015

Meet "Her Hero" by Jane Leopold Quinn...and Experience "Passion/Retribution/Love" as well!

Jane is a gifted writer who has visited The Velvet Lair several times. Here's what she has to say about her two new releases:

These two books are some of the most erotic I've written. In the recent years, my stories have lightened up, become more mainstream with hot love scenes. So when I re-read these early books, I was very pleasantly reminded with how much I loved writing them.

Her Hero

The second erotic short I ever wrote was intended for a Whiskey Creek Press Torrid anthology titled Lust. In that antho, the story was Mercenary Desires. It was republished by Siren and is now self-pubbed with a new title and new cover.

The inspiration for this hot story was something not very "hot" at all. It was winter and cough medications were advertised on TV. One particular commercial caught my eye. A unattractive fellow coughed all day long, irritating his co-workers. Someone offered him a cough drop and poof!, he turned into a non-coughing hunk. A story popped/poofed! into my head. An ugly, bearded, beat up looking man rescues a beautiful woman from danger. Hint: he cleans up nicely. 

Here's the blurb to Her Hero
Rowdy Pierce-warrior. Sara Stewart-artist. Macho mercenary rescues posh jewelry designer. Their lives collide in an spectacular rescue and escape across the Egyptian desert. Sara falls for her sexy, body-to-die-for hero and makes the first move. Rowdy, fascinated by the luscious, sweet-bodied, free-spirited woman he saved, takes what Sara offers. He doesn’t expect to lose his heart. Will their lust turn to something deeper back in the real world?

And an R-rated excerpt

“Not here.”
“Where?” His voice was an embarrassing breathless, husky whisper.
“My office…big couch.”
“Thank you, Lord.” He swept her up—he loved doing that—charged through the doorway to her office, kicked the door shut, and dropped her down on the sofa. The little devil lay there beaming up at him with those blue eyes, not looking icy at all. Rowdy knelt beside the couch. “Take this off,” he ordered as he pulled her sweater and tank top all the way off over her head.
“Sonofabitch.” His breath caught in his throat. He was afraid his heart would stop.
“You don’t like it?”
Her falsely innocent question kicked it back in. “Like?” he gasped. Glancing at her pleased expression, he dragged his gaze back to her breathtaking breasts. His tiny feminine side appreciated that her bra was spectacular, the colors shimmering into each other, the lace barely covering her. But he could give a shit. The huge masculine side wanted to taste the soft, cushiony skin, preferably…now. He lowered his head and sucked her nipple between his teeth.
She responded with a sharp cry.
Right through the lace, he rocked it, lashing the tip with his tongue.
She twisted and surged, her fingers in his hair, gripping his head. “The other one,” she begged with little kitten-like mews.
He was a good boy; he did as he was told. With a final nip, he lifted his head and whispered, “The jeans.”
She nodded frantically. “Uh huh…”
He slid them down her long, beautiful legs, right off over the sexy stilettos. “Fuck.” The panties matched her bra, blonde pussy hair peeping through the lace over her mound. “Jesus, sweetheart, you’re killin’ me,” he groaned. “Long legs, sexy underwear, and stilettos? I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
Sara groaned. Her chest rose and fell sharply. “I want you inside me now. Slow later,” she ordered, gripping the front of his shirt.
“Yes, ma’am.” He stood, divested himself of his shirt, boots, and jeans, and after peeling her out of her bra and panties, knelt between her thighs on the cushions. “Leave the shoes on,” he commanded. He didn’t give a crap if those spikes scratched his ass to ribbons.
“Rowdy, I want you…now.” She clutched his arms, pulling him toward her.

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The background

Several years ago, I tried a NaNoWriMo.  NaNo is write a 50,000 word book in a month.  It's usually held in November of every year, but now there are NaNos in other months.  I divided 50,000 by 30 days to get 1,667 words to be written every day to meet the goal.  In NaNo, you write flat out without any self-editing.  JUST WRITE!  I finished with 2 days to spare.  Whew. 

The inspiration for this was the cutest coach house I passed by every day on my walk.  I love dollhouses and although this was a full size house, it was still tiny but just the right size for one person.  So, I had a home, now I needed characters.  A Chicago actress and a Chicago cop seemed interesting.  Then I had to brainstorm names.  I tend to come up quickly with names so Sam Bolt and Liz Aspen were born. 

After expansion, the book became Undercover Lover and was published by Siren.  I have the rights back, renamed it, and gave it a new cover.

Here's the blurb forPassion/Retribution/Love:Free spirited actress Liz Aspen can't
resist masturbating to the fantasy of her gorgeous, hunky next door neighbor. If he were only there in the bedroom with her, she wouldn't need Mr. Fake-Nine-Inch-Cock. Sam Bolt, loner and secretive undercover cop, gets an eyeful when he accidentally spies on his neighbor from his window to hers. It's a shame what she's doing to herself—when he could do it much better!

Their lives entwine when he saves her life, but she's in further danger when his past meets his present. Sam hates the pain he's caused, but can't stay away from her. He craves the promise of a normal life with a soft, willing woman like Liz who doesn't have to fight torturously dark demons. Addicted to his powerful lovemaking, Liz finds him as compelling as she is confused by the mystery of what he's not telling her.

Will she still love him when he finally tells her the whole truth? Can Sam accept that his past actions don't need to destroy a future with a woman who has proven her strength—emotionally and physically?

Liz has been taken hostage by Sam's enemy.
She survived the danger inside her house but
now they're outside the front door
surrounded by cops and emergency workers…

"Enough of this chit chat. We're coming out. That SUV'd better be in position, or she's dead right now, right in front of you." Dominguez slid his left arm around her neck and squeezed, forcing her toward the door.
Liz jerked and fought, afraid of passing out, this time from the pressure of his arm around her neck. Flashing stars danced in her vision, and she couldn't get a deep breath. Dominguez held her upright, because he needed her as a shield. He opened the front door, and before stepping out, transferred his gun from the hand at her neck back to his right hand.
The bright lights blinded her. She turned her head away. Giant spotlights shone glaringly on the house. A dozen police cars, fire engines, and ambulances, all with their lights flashing, dotted the street. A helicopter droned ominously above them. If she'd been scared before, this was worse. Soon everything would be all over. Either she'd be dead now or dead later out in the country. In no way did she believe he'd let her go.
The police ranged haphazardly in front of them, the SUV close, driver's side door yawning open and waiting. She did not want to get in there. Closing her eyes, she prayed whatever happened would happen fast. He held the gun to her temple. The cold metal felt savage against her skin. She was defenseless with her hands taped behind her back.
Open your eyes, Liz. Look at me. Look at me, baby.
In her head. The words were in her head. At first they didn't mean anything, just low sounds beneath all the other noise.
Look at me.
Liz, baby, open your eyes.
She cranked her eyes open a slit, saw the thick arm cloaked in dark wool imprisoning her neck. Her lashes lifted, she let her gaze roam under the level of the lights, the cops, the cop cars, back down to the arm restraining her. These might be the last things she ever saw… A strange peace took over. It was out of her control.
Look at me, love. Look away from him. Look at me.
She didn't think she could be any more terrified. If she died, could she do it with dignity? Did that even matter? Sam. She found his face in the crowd, their eyes locked. He was so beautiful, the sweet and sensual memories came back to her. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
She gagged but was too frightened to moan. She wanted to scream and never stop but was too terrified to make a sound. She lost Sam in the crowd. Her gaze flicked desperately from face to face. It looked like a scene from a movie. A scene out of a nightmare. Surely this many people could save her. She struggled, testing his hold.
Dominguez tightened his arm across her throat, the gun's mouth lethal on her forehead.
There, she found Sam again. The blades of the helicopter still thwapped overhead, and the police radios still squawked. Everyone waited for Dominguez to make his move. She wished something would happen. Just to get it over with.

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Besides loving these two stories, I've discovered the pleasures of making my own covers. The Jimmy Thomas site has been a gold mine of possibilities for me. I've used pre-made covers from that site, and now I've begun buying stock images and adding my own title and author name. I've also used and My covers are simple, but I think pretty effective. Her Hero's cover is downright scorching hot.  My eyeballs are smiling.

About me

Sensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, "Why don't you write them down?" Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process—developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied—third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary—none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I'm lucky enough to write romance full time—the best job in the universe! And I'm fortunate enough to have found my own happily ever after husband.
Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance: Love With a Scorching Sensuality
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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Ines Johnson' Cindermama...a.k.a.Pumpkin

Single mother Malika “Pumpkin” Tavares lost faith in fairytales after she fell for a toad. Now she believes she’s not cut from the storybook, heroine cloth and searches for Mr. Good Enough amongst the sidekicks and supporting men of the town.

Love at first sight isn’t a cliche for town royalty Armand “Manny” Charmayne. For generations the Charmaynes have spotted their soulmates by seeing a golden aura the first time they laid eyes on The One.

When Manny meets Pumpkin he sees…nothing, but sparks fly off the Richter scale. The more he gets to know her the more he considers defying fate, if only he can convince her to take a chance on love again.

Here's an excerpt for ya:

The Mistress of Ceremonies hurried through her introductions and then the microphone was in Manny's hand, but he didn't take out the notes of his prepared speech.

"Many of you knew my mother," he began. There was a murmur of nostalgic assent throughout the crowd.

"You may not know that after her diagnosis, she spent most of her days watching romantic comedies. She believed she could laugh the illness out of her body. Her favorite moments in these films were something called the Grand Gesture. That scene just after all hope is lost because one of the lovers, normally the guy, has done something stupid that's led to the end of the relationship. So he thinks up this bold, romantic move to get the woman back."

A glance around the room told Manny that he held the largely female crowd in rapt attention.

"An example of a grand gesture would be a guy telling his estranged wife that she completes him in the midst of an angry mob of women. Or rescuing her underwear from the class geek and returning it to her at her sister's wedding. Or holding a boom box over his head, in front of her bedroom window, early in the morning, while blasting the song that was playing as he deflowered her."

A different wave of nostalgia swept through the crowd this time as they remembered these treasured moments of Hollywood cinema.

"In the real world, some people might call these behaviors creepy, or stalker-ish. But not my mother. She loved them. She believed in love, believed that when you loved someone you said it loud, you showed it often, and you never gave up."

Manny paused here, partly for effect, mostly to collect himself as visions of his mother's joyous face played in his head. He rubbed the heel of his hand against his chest.

"The national divorce rate is 50 percent."

There was no surprise in the room, where most of the men were older and the women on their arms were younger.

"There's never been a divorce in the Charmayne family. Not one recorded anywhere in our family line."

The sparkle of young women's eyes threatened to blind Manny from where he stood on the stage.

"What that means is when a Charmayne gives you their pledge, they are committed."

The decision was a split second one, but once Manny made it he stuck with it. He stepped around the podium, mic in hand and dropped to one knee. The gasp of every woman in the room was near deafening.

"To earn your vote, I will do whatever I have to, including blast Peter Gabriel in the streets. Charmaynes don't quit. I'm committed to this, to the people of this town. I hope that I can count on your vote."

The room erupted in thunderous applause, and the women's eyes sparkled even brighter

About the Author

Ines Johnson writes erotic, paranormal and fairytales romance novels, books for strong women who suck at love. If you rocked out to the twisted triangle of Jem, Jericha, and Rio as a girl; if you were slayed by vampires with souls alongside Buffy; if you need your scandalous fix from Olivia Pope each week, then you’ll love her books!

Aside from being a writer, professional reader, and teacher, Ines is a very bad Buddhist. She sits in sangha each week, and while others are meditating and getting their zen on, she’s contemplating how to use the teachings to strengthen her plots and character motivations.

She lives outside Washington, DC with her two little sidekicks who are growing up way too fast.


Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Experience FREEING THE BEAST by Tina Donahue--with a #Rafflecopter !

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

Magic is Becca Salt’s business, but it ain’t happening in her bedroom. The half-witch proprietress of From Crud to Stud performs miracle makeovers for paranormal creatures. Once she’s done with them, they’re out the door hunting for hot babes, not hanging around for a too-curvy, plain Jane like her.

Her newest client is hot, hung, mouthwatering perfection. What could she possibly improve upon?

Eric Diletto. Descendant of Cupid, bred for courtship, courtesy, and all that other gentlemanly junk. What has it gotten him? Dumped time and again for bad boys. He needs Becca’s help for an entirely different reason—regression therapy to release his inner beast. Grrrr.

Two potions later, they’re crawling all over each other. Becca aches for a man who loves her as she is, not because he’s under the influence. But Eric isn’t as impaired as she thinks. And he intends to take Becca here, there, and everywhere—anything to convince her his desire isn’t just the potions talking.

Here's an excerpt. Enjoy!

From the next room, something rammed into the wall.
“Don’t do that,” a woman warned. Her gravelly voice sounded as if she’d been gargling with Drāno.
A hiss from Hell answered her, followed by more pounding that shook the photos hanging in here. All depicting the French Quarter with weird symbols gracing the edges. Greek? Martian? Who knew?
Despite the redhead’s allure, it was definitely time to get out of this looney bin.
Eric shoved his feet into his loafers and pulled on his shirt, not bothering to button the damn thing. With his boxers dangling from his front pocket, he moved cautiously to the door and put his ear against it.
Muted howls, shrieks and groans greeted him.
Would he have to fight his way out? He knew some martial arts but wasn’t a whiz at it like Neo who’d spun like a human tornado in The Matrix. Hell, he wasn’t even a beast, which was why he’d come here in the first place.
Still cursing himself, he edged the door open and peeked around it. The redhead was gone.
Her fragrance lingered. Something deep, seductive, witchy—for lack of a better word—which brought to mind sultry nights, the rustling of black silk, the delight of female musk.
He swallowed, then wrinkled his nose at another smell. The odor burnt matches make.
Slipping into the hall, he closed the door carefully so it wouldn’t make any noise. Not that anyone would notice given the commotion going on in the other rooms. Bangs, snaps, growls and hisses coupled with female voices begging or cooing. Some of those women sounded older than Death. Others spoke lightly, musically.
None of the normal voices was as nice as the redhead’s throaty purr. Her effect on Eric’s cock lingered. The damn thing was on the prowl, getting too thick, trying to crawl out of his snug boxers and go straight to…where? Her?
Yeah, right.
Ignoring his idiotic desire, Eric strode down the hall and stopped short of the front door, his blood turning to ice.
The young woman who stood between him and freedom looked to be about fourteen and dressed in a schoolgirl’s uniform. Plaid skirt, white blouse, saddle shoes. She crossed her arms over her flat chest and shook her head at him.
A powerful blast of sulfur hit Eric. He made a face at the unpleasant stench.
She scrunched her nose, either smelling what he had or mocking him. The ring in her nostril glinted.
He forced a smile and risked another step toward her. “Excuse me. You’re in my way.”
“You think?” She glowered. “You’re not leaving.”
Eric debated whether he could take her. She was a little thing, but the smoke rising from the ends of her hair and shoulders could be a problem. She might mutate into something worse than whatever kept hitting the walls in this place. Even the pictures up here bounced slightly.
He tried to reason. “I have another appointment. I’m expected.”
His lie didn’t faze her in the least.
“Seriously,” he insisted, squaring his shoulders, trying to look even bigger than he was and far crazier than her. “If I don’t show up—”
“You can leave. We have no intention of keeping you here.”
He turned at that husky, sexier-than-sin promise.
The redhead leaned against the wall, her attention darting from his boxers—haphazardly crammed into his pocket—to what she could see of his naked chest. There, she lingered, running her maroon-polished nail over her belly button.
Eric’s face went slack. He imagined licking that sweet depression, touching the silver butterfly dangling from it, then moving lower. To the pleasure beneath her harem pants.

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About The Author

I’m an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, Booktrope, and Kensington. Yay! Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised my work, and trust me, I’m forever grateful for that. I’ve had my books reach finals in the EPIC competition, one title was named Book of the Year at a review site, and others have won awards in RWA-sponsored contests. I’m actually featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Talk about feeling like a freaking star. Before my writing career, I was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company. Outside of being an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, I’ve flown a single-engine plane (scary stuff), rewired an old house using an electricity for dummies book, and have been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally whenever I’m eating anything Mexican or Italian. Yeah, I like to eat (burp).

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I’m offering one winner her (or his) choice of THREE of my backlist ebooks from this list:
1. Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT
2. Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit
3. Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award
4. In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT
5. Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT
6. The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller
7. Take Me Away – #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books
8. Unending Desire – Best Book Rating LASR
9. SiNN – Nominated for Book of the Week LASR
10. Sinfully Wicked – Magnificent – Romancing the Book
11.  Claiming Magique – Top Pick – NOR
12. Illicit Desire – Four Stars Romantic Times
13. Come Fill Me – Five Stars – Guilty Pleasures
14. Losing Control - Four and a Half Stars - Sensual Reads
15. Shameless Desire - Four and a Half Stars - The Jeep Diva
16. Illicit Intent – Four and a Half Stars – Sensual Reads
17. Deep Within Me – Four Stars – Romantic Times
18. Seven Sensuous Days – Four Stars – Long & Short Reviews
19. Stolen Desire – Five Hearts – Novel Broads

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Monday, March 2, 2015

Shapeshifters in Space--Oh, My! Saving Attractions by Rebecca Airies

After a crew of traders are stranded on a planet, a shapeshifter commander must protect them from space pirates and solidify his relationship with his mate.

Adalyn Jameson fears she and her trade ship crewmates will die on the uninhabited planet where they’ve been stranded by pirates. Before panic sets in, Zarain shifters arrive to help them. Ada does not fight her intense attraction to one of the brawny shifters. A short, sizzling affair with this man is the perfect way to occupy her time before she goes back to normal life.

Jagger Antein thought babysitting a stranded crew until they could be evacuated from the planet would be an easy assignment. He never expected to find his mate among those he rescued. Now that he has, he’ll seduce her and keep her close before he claims her. When members of the crew are attacked again, he’ll have to discover who’s behind it and what they’re after if he hopes to keep his mate safe.

Here's an excerpt for ya:

“After the way you’ve behaved, I don’t know what you want so I’m going to make this simple for both of us. Do you want me? No past, no future. I don’t know if you’re afraid I’ll think this is more or something, but for us, there’s just now.” She blurted it all out quickly, afraid that if she tried to explain it better, she’d lose her nerve.

“There is always a past and there will be a future. I’ve wanted you since I saw you.” His hand lifted to her face, and his fingers trailed over her cheeks.

His answer bolstered her confidence, but she didn’t think beyond the words “I want you.” Nothing else mattered. She stood up straighter and smiled. She hoped he wasn’t one of those men who felt they had to make all the moves, because she was definitely going to make some demands.

“I want you now.” She peeled the green shirt over her head and stood before him wearing only the baggy pants and shoes.

She wished she had more of her own clothing. She wanted to look sexy and attractive. The only thing she could say about the clothing they’d provided was that it covered her. Specifically, the shirts covered more than she’d like. She wanted to feel pretty or eye-catching, and the shirts covered her from neck to waist without even the possibility of showing a little cleavage.

He took a slow step forward and his eyes lowered to her breasts. “I can give you time. We don’t have to rush.”

She saw the hunger in his eyes. That was the only thing that kept her from grabbing her shirt and tugging it back over her head. He was trying to protect her and the only reason she could think of was that he didn’t want her to feel as if she made a mistake.

“We have today and I don’t want time. I know what I feel and what I desire. I want to kiss you, touch
you and fuck. Is that what you crave, because if it’s not, I can put my shirt back on and go back to the camp. I don’t need an oversized big brother. I never had one and I’m too old to get used to the crap now.” She raised an eyebrow and hid a grin as his eyes remained on her naked chest. She wasn’t overly endowed, but just from the way he was looking at her, he liked what he saw.

“I’m not your brother.” He took the final step separating them. His hands closed around her shoulders and he glared down at her. “I’ll soon be your lover, and I thought you might have some doubts.”

“No doubts or second thoughts. I want you as a lover.” She drew her hand over his chest, tracing over where she knew his tattoo was.

If he’d been standoffish for too much longer, the larger ship he’d mentioned to Captain Thomas could have arrived before they even fucked. She knew that they had only a little time. It would take merely days after they were on one of the larger ships to meet up with a ship from Central Command.

He looked at her for a long moment. She had a feeling he was going to say something and wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to hear it. She reached up and slipped her hand over the back of his shoulder. Stretching up onto her tiptoes, she pressed her lips over his. They didn’t need to talk.

He drew in a sharp breath, but his lips opened under hers. She nipped at the lower curve to give him a little encouragement. He groaned and his head tilted a little as he pulled her closer. His tongue thrust deep into her mouth in an aggressive claim.

She met the strokes and demanded more. Twining her arm around his neck, she arched against him, pressing her breasts against his hard chest. Her nipples hardened and ached from the pressure but it wasn’t enough. She didn’t know what it was about being near him, but every time she got close to him, she wanted to strip them both out of their clothes and tease him until he couldn’t resist her.

Her other hand slipped down his side. Tugging at his shirt, she let her hand slide under and savored the warmth of his skin and the solid muscles beneath her fingertips. She felt them tighten beneath her fingertips and worried that perhaps he was letting his protectiveness override his desire. What she’d wanted for the past few days was right beneath her fingertips. She wasn’t going to let it slip away. 

She’d waited and worried too long about him even wanting her to miss this opportunity because he thought he might cause her a little pain. Her nipples ached, the tips hardened and ready to be touched or sucked. She hoped he’d get over his protectiveness soon.

She pulled her hand free of his shirt and reached between them. Cupping her hand over the ridge of his cock, she slowly stroked her hand up and down. A growl vibrated against her lips as his tongue thrust deep into her mouth. His hands clasped her waist and lifted her off her feet.

He tore his lips away from hers. “You’re going to kill me. Wrap your legs around me.”

She did as he ordered. He lifted her higher than she expected. When he brought her close to his body, her pussy pressed against his stomach. Her fingers speared through his hair and she leaned down for a kiss. His lips closed over hers and his tongue pushed deep and stroked against hers. She hummed in pleasure. Before she was ready, he tore his mouth away from hers. He drew in a deep breath.

“Hold on to my shoulders and lean back. I’m not going to drop you, but I want you to feel safe. I need to get my mouth on your breasts.” He stared into her eyes.

She did as he asked. Her hands gripped his shoulders and she leaned back. She wanted to feel his mouth on her only a little less than she wanted him to fuck her. Since she planned for both to happen today, the order didn’t matter at all.

“My cock is so hard, reha.” He rocked her hips against his stomach, rubbing her pussy on his hard muscles. “I’m going to fuck you, but first, I’m going to taste and tease as you’ve done to me.”

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Rebecca Airies writes fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi romance. She’s been a dreamer all of her life. She loves getting lost in the lives of her characters and learning about them. In her free time, you might find her reading, writing (Yes, she write in her free time, too—bad poetry, flash fiction and you never know when the muse will strike), gardening, listening to music and spending time with family and friends.  A native Texan, she was raised in small town, but now lives in Abilene. Rebecca would love to hear from you, visit her website and drop her a note. You can find her books at Ellora’s Cave. 

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