tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91265764259843301202024-02-19T08:19:51.526-08:00Hazel St JamesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124411752294661813noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9126576425984330120.post-10600843802759542762013-07-18T22:12:00.004-07:002013-07-18T22:12:51.713-07:00Summer Sizzling Schedule<br />
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Hey Hey!!! Just wanted to give you gals and guys a heads up in Hazel St James' world! Justin Coale and I are busy touring the summer away and having a blast. I am trying to spend as much time with my kids as possible before we start back up with the big travel plans, photo shoots and meet and greets. So in the meantime.....I don't have a lot to report. Working on "The One"....it is going to be a great story!! <a href="https://www.facebook.com/TheOneHSJ" target="_blank">(Follow the workings on the book on facebook)</a> Working on the new website, which will be fully operational by August; it is up and running right now, but still bare bones until we finalize some things. <a href="http://www.hazelstjames.com/" target="_blank">www.hazelstjames.com</a></div>
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In the meantime....here is a little bit of eye candy for you!!!! These pictures are my story inspiration for "The One". No clue on who they are....other than they are hot!!!</div>
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I have been frantically writing lately, and I wanted to share a bit of "The One" with you (unedited and subject to change). This is a stand alone book that I will be releasing late in July or early August. You can get all the dets from the facebook page, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-One/150377368476764" target="_blank">https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-One/150377368476764</a> This scene still makes me giggle as I read it again... Enjoy!</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>“Abby, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Jordan barked to her retreating form.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>“Walking away, dickhead. I’m sick and tired of being your human chew
toy, and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna listen to your spout off your holy than though shit right now. I need to cool off,” she shot back over her
shoulder, and continued to stomp towards her cabin.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Jordan couldn’t help but chuckle loudly as he
imagined the pout that little miss attitude had on her face right now as she
stormed off. The sound must have been
loud enough for Abby to have heard it as well, for she immediately stopped and
spun on her heel.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>“What’s so funny, jackass?”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Jordan knew by continuing laughing at Abby’s expense
without explanation, he was really going to rile her up, but there wasn’t any
way he could stop himself at this point.
He leaned forward enough to steady himself on his knees as his body
shook in a full belly laugh. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Finally, he controlled himself enough to stand back
up, and was met by a fierce glare from one very pissed off woman. She had moved closer to him, had her arms
crossed over her chest, pushing her full breasts up so that they were
practically spilling out of the top of her tank top, making him practically pant
at the golden mounds of flesh that were visible. His eyes traveled lower to her ripped up
jeans and her rapidly vibrating leg as she tapped her foot against the earth.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>She unfurled her arms and slowly inched the rest of
the way to him, leaving her eye brow spocked high into her hair line. “Kindly tell me what is so funny?” she said
in a syrupy voice that was loaded with hostility.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Jordan had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep
from laughing again, and truthfully answered, “Just imaging the little crinkle
in your nose as you threw that little hissy fit there, is all.”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Abby stopped, and her face fell. She looked forlorn as she stood almost toe to
toe with Jordan, and her moxy had slipped.
No longer there was the complete mask of fury that she held to so
tightly; what was left made her look scared…tired…maybe even a bit vulnerable. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>The pair continued to stand there in silence and
Jordan finally caved first. “Abby, what
is it sweetie?”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Abby lowered her head so her chin was practically
tucked against her chest, and Jordan heard a soft sniffle before she quietly said,
“That wasn’t a hissy fit.”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Jordan wasn’t sure if he’d heard her right, so he
stepped the remaining foot between them to close the space and pulled off both
his gloves. Abby hadn’t made a single
move as he did, leaving him no choice but to place his fingers underneath her
chin and tip her face upwards. “What was
that?”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Abby’s eyes were glistening with unshed tears, and
her expression was softer than her normal hard core glare that she gave
everyone on the farm. Jordan watched the
emotions crossing her face, not sure if she was happy, sad, or angry. But, he could see the changes morphing
her. Then, just as quickly, her stone
face was back and she jerked her face from his fingers. “I said…that wasn’t a hissy fit. This,” she emphasized as she lifted her booted
foot up and slammed the heel back down directly on top of Jordan’s work boots, “is
a proper hissy fit. Don’t be such an
ass. A simple please don’t do that works just as well as you barking orders all
over the fucking place, Jordan.”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>The pain wasn’t overwhelming bad, but yet it was
enough to set Jordan’s blood boiling. He
could see that Abby was trying to make her escape back up the hill, thinking
she had won this round. Anger coursed
through his veins, as well as a bit of fire lit up his groin; Abby was a
handful, that was for sure, but damned if she didn’t set off every bit of need
in his body. He’d closed that part of
himself off, but didn’t have a way to make it go away completely. Especially as he watched Abby’s athletic legs
and round derriere saunter away from him at break neck speed. Still, she had thrown the first stone in this
fight, and he knew exactly what to do to even things up.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Jordan took off on a run up the hill after her,
stalking her as quietly as he could.
When he was within ten feet of her, the crunch of the dry earth under
his boots gave him away and she turned in time to see him bearing down on her
in a full on run. Abby shrieked and
tried to take off, but it was too late; Jordan’s long gate quickly reached her,
and he scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>“Put me down you big ape!” Abby screamed as Jordan carried
her to the side edge of the pen, heading directly for the large water tank he
had just filled with fresh water that morning for the young stock. It was large enough to water the entire herd
for a full day, and was a good three foot deep.
It was also filled directly from the spring well on the back half of the
farm, and the water was extremely cold.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Jordan was almost all the way over to the tank when
Abby made another flail in his arms, and he almost dropped her off his
shoulder. Feeling a bit overzealous, he
reached up with his free hand and swatted her behind. Abby stilled long enough for Jordan to pull
her down and into the cradle of his arms, but she had her eyes closed tightly,
with her lips parted slightly. Jordan didn’t hesitate in moving her over the
cold water, and he realized that Abby must not know what was going on, because
she hadn’t protested again. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Finally, Jordan let go of his hold on Abby, and she
fell into the icy water, gasping in shock.
She flung her wet hair back out of her face as she jetted back up from
underneath the water and walked to the edge of the tank. He stood to the side, laughing as she climbed
out of the metal tank, dripping wet and her teeth clattering. “You, jerk!”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Abby had a slight smirk on her face, and frankly, it
scared Jordan…a little. He completely
expected full out Def Con Five after dousing her in the stock tank, and to see
her slowly creeping towards him, fully dressed and sopping wet, he wasn’t sure
what to think. It was too late when he
realized her plan. She launched herself
into his arms, plastering her body against his, wrapping her arms and legs
around his frame as she used him as a human towel. Abby was rubbing herself all over his body, obviously
trying to get him as wet as possible. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>The effect it was having on Jordan, however, was
anything other than what Abby wanted as his cock started swelling against his
jeans and his thoughts turned to what this scene would be like if they both
were completely naked and she was doing this.
Jordan wrapped his arms around her tightly, stilling her movements, “Don’t. Please, don’t do that.”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Abby stopped, but didn’t relinquish her grip on his
body. She leaned back to look into
Jordan’s face, and watched him for a moment, with a puzzled look. To her credit, she let go of her hold enough
so that she could slide down his body, but when her body passed over the top of
the bulge in his pants, she gasped and practically fell the rest of the way to
the ground.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>“Abby, I’m sorry…”
She held up her hand stilling him, but gave him a stone cold stare. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>“You should be…for throwing me in the stock
tank. As for the rest…” her eyes fell
back toward the ground, “I can’t…”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Jordan could feel the rejection in her voice, and
didn’t want to hear anymore. “It’s a
body’s natural reaction, sweetie. Doesn’t
mean anything.”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Abby was quick to narrow her eyes on him, and spin
on her heels and finish stomping back towards her cabin, this time with soggy clothes,
boots and a flurry of colorful words as she did so. Jordan’d had his fill of her mouth for one
day, and let her go.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124411752294661813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9126576425984330120.post-3805295311135202142013-06-11T19:50:00.002-07:002013-06-11T20:13:09.981-07:00New Character Release for the Redemption Series<div style="text-align: center;">
Well, I have heard all the questions and comments from my readers about Gabriel from "Fighting For You." Yes, I fully intend to "flesh out" his character. I actually already had a muse in mind already. This lovely fella will be headlining his own book that will be released in early 2014, unnamed as of right now. So without further ado...here is Alfie Gordillo aka Gabriel. (Big thanks to Kris Adams for being the one that introduced me to this hottie!)</div>
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Hey Everybody! Before you read "Fighting For You" tonight, check out the muse photos that I used as I wrote the story. They were my inspiration as I wrote the story...</div>
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Last one until the book comes out! <br />This one is a full on hot scene, but it does say a lot about our hard-to-handle Becca!</div>
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<i>Darrin’s piss poor attitude was already forming a cuss fest
for the dumb fucker, when out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse at
a pair of perfectly tanned legs in tiny jean shorts that was bending over at
the waist to pick up something off the ground.
His breath got caught in his throat, when the edges of black and lacy
fabric could be seen peeking out of the uber short denim cut offs, that held
two perfect orbs of flesh that were practically begging for someone to grab on
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<i>When the woman stood up again, and her long dark hair fell
back down her back, Darrin instantly knew who the ass belonged to. And his irritation with the old codger that
insisted on blackballing his kid brother as the pain in the ass that he really
was, fell to the wayside. In its place
was a driving need to make sure that no other fucker could see his woman,
scratch that, Becca’s backside.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>“What the fuck are you doing, Darrin?” Becca hissed as she
finally freed herself from his grasp, practically punching him as he arm
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<i>“What the fuck, am I
doing, Becca? What the fuck are you
doing showing the entire town your ass?
Your underwear hang out, your shorts are so…short!”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>She had gotten all the way to 1 by the time Darrin had asked the question, and Becca took a
second to take a deep staggering breath before she answered, “I needed a minute
to clear my head, before I strangled you, Darrin!” Her nostrils were flaring out again, and wild
fury lit up the edges of her brown eyes, making them look almost golden in the
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<i>Becca slapped her hands against her thighs and yelled, “Damn
it! 10…9…8…7…6…”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>This time, Darrin laughed, since he knew that she was trying
to calm herself down again. After she
had finished for the second time, he just patiently waited for her to open her
eyes and pin him with her intense stare again.
He was shocked when her eyes fluttered open, and she gave him a
sarcastically sweet and utterly sickly smile instead. “Shorts are meant to be just that, Darrin. Short. I didn’t know that I needed to clear my
wardrobe with you before I was seen in public,” she told him with disdain
written all over her face. </i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124411752294661813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9126576425984330120.post-63774918922373272462013-04-24T18:02:00.000-07:002013-04-25T09:41:25.624-07:00"Be Your Everything" Teaser Number 2!<br />
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as she playfully gasped out, “We could be like that tv show where the former
military hottie and his uber beautiful wife rough it in some extremely bad ass
places.” <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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reference, and then he pinned her with a heated look as the brain in
his pants thought about the two of them, completely alone all night on his
private land. He was seriously
considering just bringing a tent, lighter, bottled water and a blanket, but
then he thought about a few other things that he could use to get Becca’s
carefree attitude back.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>“Let me grab the
razer two-seater, and we can load up a few things to take with us. Can you watch the fire for me? It should be done burning here in no time. I can burn the bigger pile some other time.”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>“Sure, Eros. Can you pack a few chocolate bars for
me? I have an idea.”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Darrin handed her the
rake and headed back to the toy shed.
“Sure. You wanna make
s’mores? I think I have marshmallows and
graham crackers, too.”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Becca was intently raking the rest of the leaves into the fire and wasn’t looking at him when she
answered, “Ahhh, nah. I was thinking
about using them as a candy coating.”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>“Ah, Becca…we’re
gonna be out in the middle of the woods.
You’re not going to be able to do any cooking; certainly not make candy.” By the time that Darrin finished
his sentence, he had walked quite a ways away from the her and had to yell back across the yard.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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loaded up, Becca had just finished burning the pile and was dumping a bucket of
water onto the smoldering embers. “You
ready, Becca?”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>“Yup, did you bring
my chocolate? Because I could really use
a chocolate covered cock to suck on tonight.”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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shivered at her words, but kept himself together long enough to reply. “Come on, boo. We need to spend some time out back in the
woods.”</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: inherit;">“Becca, there is no way I’m gonna let you leave again a second time without getting to tell you something.”</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: inherit;">She lifted her one eyebrow in a challenge, but didn’t move any closer to the door. Her posture was definitely hostile as she crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her well-endowed chest up even further. Darrin stifled a groan as he had to practically tear his eyes away from her ample cleavage. Her mocha eyes were narrowed dangerously, as if she was shooting daggers at him from deep within the sockets.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: inherit;">Darrin took up a defensive stance, feet shoulder-width apart, crossing his arms over his chest. Becca mimicked his posture and spocked her eyebrow almost to her hairline. She motioned with her hands that she was waiting, and then returned her arms to tightly covering her chest.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: inherit;">“I really pissed you off, didn’t I?” Darrin couldn’t help but grin as he asked the question, full well knowing the answer.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: inherit;">The raven-haired creature was obviously torqued off and her anger was aimed directly at him. She scoffed, “Was that what you wanted to tell me, dumbass? Because that was so not worth my time. I have half a mind…” Becca half-squealed instead of finishing the sentence, when Darrin surprised her by grabbing her around the waist, hoisting her up and onto the counter behind them.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: inherit;">Darrin stood in between her legs and slid her entire body towards him, so that her legs were resting on either side of his hips. He held either side of her face in his hands and decided that he didn’t want to fuck things up anymore with his piss poor language skills. There was one way that he could show Becca…the only way that he knew how to express his feelings.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: inherit;">Darrin pulled her face down towards him, brushing his lips against hers. Pulling back for a fraction of a second, he dove back in for another gentle peck. Her lips were soft and smooth, but Becca had yet to respond to him. Darrin pulled back far enough to gauge her body language; her eyes were closed, but the way her chest was heaving and the flush on her cheeks were giving her away. Damn, the little vixen was going to be stubborn.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: inherit;">Darrin snaked his hands around behind her to cup her ass and jerked her body forward until she was flush with him. Becca let out a soft moan as her eyelids fluttered open, looking at him with passion in her eyes. She had a tiny curl to her lips as she breathed in a gusty whisper, “I could be persuaded to continue listening to your arguments, Eros.”</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: inherit;">Darrin brought out his panty-melting smile and with renewed urgency, he slammed their lips together. This time, Becca sensually moved against him as he parted her lips with the tip of his tongue, and delved inside. A staccato whimper resounded in her chest as they continued to flicker their tongues against each other in a sinuous dance.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>“Damn it, Tristan!
This isn’t what I signed up for!
I told you from day one that I don’t just fall over with my legs up in
the air. I have to know that you feel
something in here,” Peyton gently laid her palm over his chest. Time stood still as Tristan lowered his eyes
to see where her palm was connected with the bare skin on his chest. Clutching his eyes shut tight, he desperately
tried to hold back the feelings that were trying to escape from the fortress
deep within his soul. He knew that he
wasn’t good enough for Peyton. There was
no way that his battered mind, body and soul could handle the mental intimacy
that she deserved…that she needed. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Tristan watched as Peyton lifted her other hand to
rest on the other side of his chest, and then she splayed her fingers across
his flesh. She took a deep breath,
slowly letting it go, before she quietly continued, “I’m not saying that I won’t
be with you unless you love me. I’m not that naïve, Tristan. Can you give me some indication that I mean more
to you than one of the whores that you pick up from the bar?”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>The word coming from Peyton’s mouth made him wince,
as it was almost too painful to hear.
She had summarized with one word what Tristan had accomplished with the
last five years of his life. Never had he
ever felt bad about being a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy…until this very
moment. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Willing his body to move, Tristan carefully peeled
his lids open, and focused on the sultry green eyes that were staring back at
him. Peyton was studying him carefully,
waiting for him to answer. There was a
longing coming from those emerald green orbs, but it was mixed with something else. Peyton was looking at Tristan with more than
just a physically longing, but a mental longing, too. She saw something in him that was worth all
the pain, and the heartache that he was bound to give her. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Peyton was seeing in him what no one else ever even
dared to look for. When she relaxed her
shoulders and added a small smile to her lips, Tristan knew exactly what he was
seeing in her eyes. She was able to see
the good in every person, and Tristan was no exception. Deep in the dark recesses of his mind, he
knew that he wanted to have more with Peyton, wanted to see that light in her
eyes keep getting brighter. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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always mean more to me than anyone else ever has. I gave up a long time ago on feeling anything
other than lust. But with you, I know
that I want more. But how much more…I
honestly don’t know. I can’t handle
forever, Peyton. Just say you’ll give me
right now.”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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the way across her face, giving him all the answer that he needed. She hadn’t moved her hands from where they
lay on his chest, making it easy for Tristan to close the bit of space there
was between them. As he pulled her in closer, Peyton’s hands inched up his neck
and wove into his hair. He could feel
her hot breath as he leaned down to her lips.
He hesitated at the last second, and whispered, “I care about you more
than I have about any other person on this entire earth.”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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first, and then he deepened the kiss by tilting his head to the side, using his
tongue to part her lips. Peyton had untangled
her hands from his hair, and instead was using her fingertips to stroke up and
down his back. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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catalyst for all the sexual energy that the two of them had worked up over the
last month. Peyton released a soft moan
that Tristan gladly drank from her mouth and then gave her lower lip a quick
tug in between his teeth before he released her. They both were panting, but Tristan didn’t
want this simple intimacy to end; he had waited too long for this very moment
when he would get to taste the sweetness that this goddess held. </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124411752294661813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9126576425984330120.post-82792589396337877012013-03-19T17:44:00.000-07:002013-03-19T17:44:34.576-07:00Club Red Teaser Thank you everyone that helped to get us over the 200 like mark on Facebook! Ready for a Club Red teaser? This is set in Sara and Chris' loft in Colorado, the first morning after they returned home from Wisconsin. <div>
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herself, seeing that the thin cotton shirt did nothing to hide the fact that
she was cold. Very cold. Her weather detectors were proudly pointing
that out. Plus, she did not have any
panties on. She could have been in a
baby doll nightie and felt more covered than she did right now.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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side of the couch, and Sara grabbed for it.
She had just gotten it wrapped around her shoulders when Chris pulled
her into his arms. “You shouldn’t be
ashamed of your body, Sara. You are a
gorgeous woman, with the perfect amount of curves.” He said those last words as he slipped his
hands inside the blanket and lightly grabbed her sides before running his hands
down to her hips, and then lifting the flimsy t-shirt as he ran his hands back
up over her bare skin. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Sara whimpered as Chris lightly traced the seam of
her lips with his tongue, giving him the opportunity to immediately slip his
tongue inside. His kiss was hard, but yet
sensual and was setting her insides on fire. </i></span><i style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">There wasn’t a second that he wasn’t in control of their passionate
kiss, even though he was barely holding on to her waist. Her body was so in tuned to him, that couldn’t
help but go limp in his arms, letting him hold her. Caress her.
Love her. It was if they were
made for each other; Sara never felt as complete as when Chris was controlling
her. He let go of her mouth to place
kisses on her jaw line, and then nibbled on her ear. He pulled on the lobe with his teeth until
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little one. Your body submits to me,
even from just this,” he brushed his lips across hers lightly again. “Which is perfect since I plan on taking you
to Club Red soon.”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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in a sea of pleasure that made her feel slightly tipsy, maybe even a little bit
drunk. Chris pulled back from their
embrace, and Sara’s feet felt like they were weighed down with lead shoes, and
she couldn’t make her legs support her.
Giggling, she reached over to the arm of the couch to steady
herself. With a smile on her face, she
pulled the blanket in front of her, and sank down onto the couch. She lay her head back, and pulled the soft
blanket around her body.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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he started chuckling. “You are amazing,
Sara Lonneman,” he said as he sat down next to her on the couch, pulling her
body over to his so that her head was now leaning against his shoulder. “Just imagine what it will be like when you
are able to completely let go and submit everything up here,” he said tapping
her forehead with his finger, “and in here,” running his finger from her
exposed knee up her thigh and resting it over the top of her t-shirt on her
stomach. </i></span></div>
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Club Red is just about finished! Phew! This is a very detailed account into Sara and Chris' BDSM relationship. You are going to love it! I will be releasing an excerpt....BUT, you gotta help me out! Let's get my fan page growing! Puuhhlleeeaaassseee! Can you help me get to 200? Let's get there and I will post an excerpt. If we can get to 250 by Sunday the 17th, I will add a $10 Amazon gift card to the pot! <br />
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This is another one of the pictures that fits our Alpha Male, Chris Lake. He has beefed up...very nicely, too!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124411752294661813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9126576425984330120.post-6651557966146254452013-03-08T16:05:00.002-08:002013-03-09T21:09:05.272-08:00Uber Sexy Fridays! Male Perfection...Justin Coale<div style="text-align: center;">
Don't forget to check out tonight's Male Perfection segment with Justin Coale! He gives us the low down on some rather personal views into his life!<br />
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It's Friday! It's Friday! Woot Woot! Thank everything that is sacred...this week is finally over! All right, ladies and gents. Here it is! Male Perfection with <a href="http://hazelstjames.blogspot.com/p/shawn-labega.html" target="_blank">Shawn Labega</a>! </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124411752294661813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9126576425984330120.post-74777770168886370782013-02-28T21:51:00.003-08:002013-02-28T21:51:48.583-08:00Line-up Change!<div style="text-align: center;">
Guess what? Uber sexy Justin Coale is still busy answering his interview questions, and he is such a perfectionist, that he is not ready to share yet! Awww, Justin.... As if he wasn't sweet enough! I really love that guy! ((dreamy sigh))</div>
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So! We are doing a little line-up switch-a-roo. Shawn Labega and I had a wonderful chat last week and I am going to stay up all night tonight to get his interview polished and beautiful for everyone! 5 pm CST, I will be posting it. Can't wait! </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124411752294661813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9126576425984330120.post-86134988176003000472013-02-25T12:03:00.003-08:002013-02-25T20:25:13.231-08:00New Member to the Learning to Let Go Family!<div style="text-align: center;">
Writing for "Club Red" has been absolutely wonderful today! BUT, there is an absolutely divine character that decided to make an appearance in the story, and I just HAD to give him his own storyline in another book! Please join me in welcoming Tristen Hart to the family! He is in a class all by himself, as far as Alpha Males are concerned...complex, driven, powerful, caring. Plus a few other traits that you are just going to have to wait to read about! </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124411752294661813noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9126576425984330120.post-11405414872227206952013-02-22T08:01:00.000-08:002013-02-22T08:01:23.787-08:00Friday's Are Full of FunI LOVE FRIDAYS! Do you know why? Well, we get to sit down and have a chat with another hottie that is "Male Perfection" and....and....and..."Club Red" cover reveal is this afternoon! Oh, and of course, it is the week-end, too. Can't forget to celebrate that! 3 PM CST, is the cover reveal. 5 PM CST, I will post the interview with the delicious Gary Taylor. Then at 7 pm CST, there is a party in my living room...BYOW (wine for those of you who didn't know that I am a wine whore). My preferred poison is Menage a Trois, or Ice Wine in case you need to know what type to bring! Look, look - Gary's excited too!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124411752294661813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9126576425984330120.post-5615142823569884832013-02-15T15:22:00.001-08:002013-02-15T16:03:49.865-08:00Male Perfection<div style="text-align: center;">
Don't forget to check out this week's Male Perfection interview with <a href="http://hazelstjames.blogspot.com/p/deon-whitter.html" target="_blank">Deon Whitter</a>!</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Join me and my friend Holly Roberts for the release of our books on Valentine’s Day. Each of us are giving away a $25 gift certificate to Amazon or B&N along with a copy of our latest book. It’s easy to win and YES, you can win twice. Leave a comment here after this post, and then go to <a href="http://clubeldiablo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Holly's blog</a> and leave a comment there. Increase your chance to win by mentioning the giveaway on Twitter and/or Facebook.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124411752294661813noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9126576425984330120.post-492667294612228992013-02-08T15:01:00.000-08:002013-02-08T15:01:04.660-08:00Friday Night, Male Perfection!We have launched the first installment of Male Perfection, where we spotlight an uber sexy, deliciously fine, super hot male. Check out our hottie tonight! <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06124411752294661813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9126576425984330120.post-11923868739495800692013-02-03T13:42:00.002-08:002013-02-04T17:30:39.275-08:00Sara, Chris and Darrin's StoryWondering when Sara is going to get her Happily Ever After? We are 11 days away from publication of "I Need You". I can honestly tell you that I have had some momentous ups and downs with this story. I bawled hysterically last night as I was writing! Aarggghhhh! It was such a tortured scene! Obviously, after saying that, Sara is going to pick one of the two handsome hotties. But which one does she choose? <br />
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There was an excerpt posted from the book around Christmas time that has been pulled from my blog and all my social media. The scene was hindering the progress of the story, so it is no longer a part of the book. :( Don't worry, it's replacement is much hotter!<br />
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Want a little taste? Sorry! If I give in and post an excerpt, I will give away the storyline, no matter what little bit I let out. <br />
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February 14th...it's not that far away!!!!<br />
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