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Sep 23, 2024 10:46 pm

Sorry I'm a day late!

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Hello !

I apologize for the one-day delay of my newsletter this week!💜

No, my dog didn't eat it. My excuse is that I was at a conference called Novelists Inc., for novelists like myself. (duh). You can check out the story of my wet adventure below!

BTW, I'm including a sizzling snippet from TWO PUCKS which will be coming out in AUDIO soon!

The good news--or at least I hope you consider it good news--is that I'm going to share a snippet about the hero, Bryan Granger, from my Work-In-Progress, THE CHEERLEADER, with you.

In the meantime, I'm still working hard-ish on writing The Cheerleader as you can see from my progress note below.

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At SQ's House

As I said above, this week I was technically not at my house! The Novelists, Inc writers conference was in St. Pete Beach Florida. Hot, sunny and steamy! ➜➜➜➜

Wanna hear about the wet adventure?

So there we were sitting at one of the hundred tables set up on the beach for the Beachside Blowout Buffet--our dinner for the final night of the conference--hundreds of people getting their food and eating.

I was finished--being quick to get my food because I was hungry after such a hard day of listening to experts (tongue-in-cheek), when I felt a few rain drops.

You guessed it! A tropical downpour ensued! The kind where sheets of rain pummel you sideways.

We scarred under umbrellas to stay dry.

This worked for about one minute, then it occurred to me that this rain may not stop anytime soon judging by the size of the dark clouds.

Meanwhile, this beach is VAST. We were a quarter of a mile from our hotel building--not exaggerating. They laid out runners along the sand for us to walk to the buffet--which was covered in case you were wondering. Bad news-the dessert was not covered.

So I got the bright idea that we should try and get back inside our hotel since who knew how long we'd be stuck standing under an umbrella.

So I talked a friend into escaping with me and we ran through the rain for what seemed like forever, the rain feeling like like a solid sheet and making it impossible to see--I could have used window wipers on my sunglasses.

When we finally got to shelter, we were soaked through and dripping and my shoes were ruined.

But what's a little water? I'd been hot and sweaty before the rain and now I was cool and refreshed, like I just took a cool shower courtesy of Mother Nature.

Of course it was easy for me to laugh. I'd already eaten my meal.

Here's the before and after pics.💜

Who else has gotten caught eating outside in the rain?

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Check out this week's 🔥🔥STEAMY EXCERPT🔥🔥 from TWO PUCKS below ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Also check out my featured authors and some romance book bargains below! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

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WORK-IN-PROGRESS: THE CHEERLEADER

Total Word Count Goal: 90,000

COMPLETED To-Date: 36,434

PERCENT COMPLETED: 40%

Rolling faster now!

For anyone interested, you can now pre-order The Cheerleader at the following places:

AMAZON | APPLE | KOBO | B&N | GOOGLE

FROM THE CHEERLEADER

AMAZON | APPLE | KOBO | B&N | GOOGLE

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A Grumpy-Sunshine Sigle Dad Age Gap Hockey Rom-Com

TWO PUCKS

"5 stars. I loved it. . I'm a huge fan of hockey romances period and add in the whole fake dating arrangement, I am here for it all... great book and excited for the next. I really want/need Link's story”

Kristen Graves--Amazon Reviewer

Let me give a truly heartfelt thank you to all of you who write and post reviews for any of the books you read.

It means a great deal to every author I know.❤

READ NOW!

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Sex and language for a mature audience

🔥🔥WARNING!!🔥🔥

Only Read This if you like it HOT HOT HOT!

HOT & STEAMY EXCERPT from TWO PUCKS

Sabien

“It’s sweet that you’re worried about Lady. It really is.” I shrug, not wanting to give away my disappointment that he’s more concerned about his dog than me. Of course he is. We’re not a couple. We have a relationship of convenience. “Maybe you’re right. We’ll see what happens.” I wonder exactly how much compensation he has in mind, but I’m too chicken to ask right now. It’s too close to icky to think about right now.

His smile transforms his face because it’s his genuine non-wolfish smile, the one that makes him look like the innocent little boy he once was—or so I imagine. Maybe I ought to put a clamp on my imagination before it gets me into trouble.

“It’ll all work out, Cherry baby, you’ll see.”

I snort. “I like your confidence. It’s almost as if you’re a rich and famous hockey player or something.”

He laughs. “You’re confident enough to give me sass.”

“True. I wonder why you bring it out in me?”

“It’s your personality.” He pauses and aims those dark fringed blazing blue eyes at me like he’s pinning me with his dick. “And I like it,” he adds. The low scruffiness of his voice hits all the right places in my mind and I translate all the feels to my pussy with super detailed accuracy so he may as well be stroking me with that magnificent dick of his—not that I’ve seen it, but I’m extrapolating based on the rest of his body.

My eyes automatically glance down between his legs now because I’m human and I’m female and it’s been way too long since I’ve hooked up—don’t tell my mother I ever hooked up at all—especially with such a perfect hunk of a man as Sabien.

Shit. There’s a reason for avoiding a hook up with the hockey hunk. He’s my client. And now about to be my boss and fake boyfriend. The last thing I want is for him to pay me while we’re having sex—that’s the exact icky wrong feeling I want to avoid.

But he’s not paying me to play his girlfriend yet.

“What kind of thoughts are going through that pretty little head of yours?” He gets me to look at his mouth now because his voice still has that sexy scratch to it. “I could swear you look like you’re starving and I’m a big juicy steak.”

“You mean I’m the steak and you’re the wolf. Or… whatever.” My eyes keep returning to his Big D bulge, the evidence of his desire obvious in his pants. If the size is a measure of his attraction to me then I should feel very, veryflattered.

But what I really feel right now is like a starving girl looking at a giant ice cream cone that I’m dying to lick. Damnit, he’s right.

“Is that why you keep glancing at my dick?” His voice is more strained than scratchy now. Is he teasing me or is he serious? He moves closer, erasing my view of his big bulge, and giving me the answer I want. He’s very serious.

Or his hands are serious as they wander around me to the curve of my backside. Thank god for barre class.

“Your dick?” I’m losing track of the conversation.

He presses me close to remind me all about his big hard dick and shit.

“Ooh that.” I aim my lips in his direction. “How can you blame a girl?” I manage to say, trying with all my willpower, not to grind against him.

He quirks his mouth on one side and dips his head to whisper in my ear, erasing all knowledge that there’s any such thing as willpower.

“Can I kiss you?’

Oh. My. God. He asked to kiss me. The very idea—let alone the sound of his raspy whisper in my ear, vibrating all the little nerve endings--sends a chill of electric goosebumps down my neck where it keeps going until it reaches my pussy and sizzles my panties so thoroughly that I’m sure I’m going to need tweezers to pry them off.

I meet his eyes and nod dumbly.

He kisses me. And by kiss, I mean his lips touch mine like a firebrand and his mouth takes over every part of mine from my lips to my teeth to my tongue. He possesses me until even my breath is his, and I can breathe in only him, can taste only him, can feel only him, the weight of him against me, the strength and heat of him and that over-the-top sexy scent of him is my whole universe.

I don’t know how long we kiss, holding each other, roving our hands over each other, mouths melding and our breathing growing heavy and strained like we’re on the top of Mount Everest. In fact, the feel of his dick between my legs, even covered up and all hemmed in, feels a lot like Mount Everest if I think about it—and it’s hard to think of anything but his dick right now. I want to climb that mountain. Bad.

His mouth moves to my ear and he breathes fast and heavy as he nibbles. I take the opportunity to hint I might be interested in more than kissing.

“I’ve never been to your bedroom.” I gulp in a breath. “How about a tour?” I still have my arms clenched around him and he’s trying to breathe normally and having trouble....

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