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Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Gamble's Game

1:06 PM | by Phoebe Jordan | | | Edit Post

"One is fun, two is company, three is not always a crowd, but four is more, and more, and more! The idea for Gamble's Game came to me one day while I ate my lunch in a local grocery store. Inspired by my surroundings, I saw erotic potential in a stereotypically sterile environment (excluding the produce aisle, of course). " ~Tara ~

Gamble’s Game by Tara S Nichols

Now Available at Siren Publishing Sensuality Rating: SCORCHING Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance with elements of Ménage a Trois M/F/M and Ménage a Quatre M/F/M/F Length: 33,814 Words

A notorious player, Desiree Jones resists all attempts to trap her in a relationship. According to her, it's what made her parents miserable, and therefore, it is what would make her miserable.

Once a lover of Desiree's, Andrew Gamble doesn't agree and it is his hope to be the one who makes her see reason. Smitten from the first kiss, Gamble has not touched another woman since, so a bet to go without sounds more like an opportunity to seduce her to him.

Desiree's other competition is Joshua Tully, perpetually single and harmless, until the temptation of two week's wages are up for grabs. After that, it is open season, and the three of them do what ever it takes to push their pals over the sexual finish line. A parade of firemen visit Desiree's cash counter, a pretendsbian tryst is performed for Gamble, and a date is arranged for Tully.

Released December 1st, 2008 Siren Publishing!

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Thursday, November 13, 2008

Demon in the Basement

2:04 PM | by Phoebe Jordan | | | Edit Post

Well I've been really busy keeping up with all the books I've got on my TBR pile to keep up-to-date with my reviews so today I have a special guest blogger Tara Nichols. She has guest blogged about her own books before and you can find the links to those on the right sidebar under Guest Blog. Tara has purchased an eBook by a new author to her Anastasia Rabiyah. She is going to be reviewing Rabiyah's book Demon in the Basement below so enjoy! I wasn’t sure what I was in for when I purchased a romance featuring a demon, but Anastasia Rabiyah convinced me demons could be sexy with her intriguing blurb. Emme, the heroine of the story, is a strong, compassionate and mysterious woman. Having inherited her dead father’s house, she takes it upon herself to cleanse the house of its dark memories, along with the dirt her father left behind. But, it is more than just memories that reside in that house, Nazan, the demon Emme’s father imprisoned, lay suffering inside a ring of salt. Emme frees the demon and proceeds to show him the kindness her father never did, drawing closer to a creature she knew she should not desire.

Nazan struggles with his own desire, with his painful memories, and now, with an old enemy who has resurfaced and rekindled his interest in the residents of the house. This is a meticulously plotted and well executed story. Each word fit together like a piece in a jig saw puzzle. It was smooth, it was sexy, and it was thoroughly entertaining. The story was tight, it flowed well, and it kept me entertained, turning pages with a hunger to read more. I loved her characters, believing every act, every thought to be possible. Overall, it was the most satisfying read I’ve had in a while.

Demon in the Basement by Anastasia Rabiyah $ 3.99

Genre: Paranormal/Romance Heat Index: Erotic/Carnal Book Length: Category Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah Editor: Dawn Thomas Jerlo

Enter the basement’s forgotten darkness and reach for the light of redemption. Find love and passion in an unlikely mate. Dare to look beyond what you see. Emme has inherited her estranged father’s estate and vows to clean out all the evil he left behind. In the corner of the basement, she discovers one of the greatest of his forbidden treasures: Nazan, a demon that’s been trapped there since she fled the house as a teen. The broken demon is circled by salt, emaciated and bears scars left by years of cruelty and torture. A caring woman who believes all creatures have their place in the world, Emme undertakes the arduous task to mend the wounds done to his soul, mind and body—to return him to his rightful state and place. Despite her unsettling attraction to him, a fiery heat occurring every time he touches her, she is determined to set the demon free. But he has other plans.

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Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Tara S. Nichols (My Guest Blogger Again)

2:30 PM | by Phoebe Jordan | | | Edit Post

Today is a special day because I have a special Guest Blogger, and you probably remember her because she guest blogged before, her name is Tara S. Nichols and she has a new release today that she will be talking about today. Tara was nice enough to stop by the blog and talk about her second novel Secrets of Summer. I'm happy that she had enough time to stop by again and tells us about how Secrets of Summer came to be written and what it is about. You can visit her blog and her MySpace.

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Sometimes being a writer has its perks! Okay, most of the time being a writer is just plain perky. One of my favourite perks is the research. That may sound strange but considering what I write, research isn’t a bad thing. I’m not getting at the sex scenes either. My latest release, Secrets of Summer, published this past April through Cobblestone-press, is located on a gorgeous lake shore among an eclectic group of cottages. My family used to rent one of those cottages and it was just that which inspired me to write a summer crush romance based on what I would have liked to have happened to me. Naturally, to get the feel for the setting, I had to go down there in person.

Imagine the fine white sands burning the souls of your feet as you tip toe your way to your towel. Smell the sunscreen, bug spray and salty snacks of your fellow beach goers and ogle the buff scantily clad bodies as they parade around, dipping in and out of the water.

Wood smoke mingled with charring meats waft from your neighbour’s grill and the familiar semi damp decay of summer homes and cotton sheets greet you as you kick off your flip flops at the screen door.

Cottage living is easy and often relaxing but it can also be a great place to meet new people and to party. Temporary relationships, sometimes long lasting friendships, are common and perhaps, the deepest.

That is how it is for Pyper and Liam, two residents of Victoria Beach’s community. Living right next door to one another all their lives for half of the year, they were aware of each other, they just never were properly introduced. They travelled in different circles and even though both were curious about the other, it wasn’t until it was nearly too late that they finally really met.

Here’s an excerpt of Secrets of Summer:

Secrets of Summer by Tara S. Nichols

“I thought I wasn’t your type. I wanted you to want me, but you were always too busy with other girls.”

He looked away thoughtfully. “Yes, that’s true,” he admitted. “I was a busy boy.”
She couldn’t help but smile at his honesty.

“I’ve got to say, I am glad I never really got the chance to be with you though.”
Her skin went cold at his hurtful words. Here it was, she thought, feeling as though a door had slammed shut in her face.

Liam’s eyes widened. “Don’t get me wrong.” He reached out to touch her shoulder, as if trying to reassure her. “What I mean is, all those other girls were just fun. I had sex anywhere and everywhere I could, but it didn’t mean anything. I barely remember one girl from the next.”

She rolled her eyes. “I know. I also saw Lana Tucker’s head bobbing up and down on your prick, as you so elegantly called it, behind the movie house. You weren’t as discreet as you thought you were. If I didn’t see you myself, I certainly would have heard about it from the gossip flying about.”

“Yeah, and that is exactly what I was getting at. You were never a part of my tarnished past.”

He wasn’t making sense, and her suspicious nature didn’t help. She wanted to protect herself, pull away, but he held her fingers tight.

“You aren’t the only one with insecurities. When I saw you standing outside that first night, all those buried feelings resurfaced. You looked just the same; pure, innocent, delicate. And I just wanted to see you in your uniform again. Then when I was inside your house, saw the love and felt the safety that always surrounded you, I felt ashamed. I didn’t expect to feel this anxious, but I have a shady reputation, especially around here. Everything was so public, as you already know, but I’ve changed. Now I fear you’ll think I’m just a fling, or worse yet, cheap. I feared you would think I was too experienced, too dirty, and perhaps even too perverse.”

Her heart softened, and she smiled at his confession. Yes, she had wondered if he had changed. Yes, she had been tempted to just experience him, have a little fun if he offered, but now, seeing the distress in his eyes, she ached to reassure him, to tell him how much she wanted him. Besides, he had the wrong impression of her as well. She didn’t want to always be thought of as the innocent one. She wanted to explore a little. She wanted to have fun.

“I like you, Liam. I always have. We don’t really know each other, but I’d sure like to. There’s a wild side to me, too.”

The crease across his brow eased, and his fingers loosened their grip.

For a moment, she feared it might get awkward between them, the fire they had ignited seemed to be smoldering and threatening to snuff out.

Tipping her chin down, she looked up at him coyly through her lashes. “You know, I used to sleep on the top bunk, listening to you rutting in the bushes, and I would pretend it was me.”

His gaze darted to the window, then back to her. His eyebrows arched up quizzically, and she knew she’d recaptured the moment. Now she was the one initiating, the one with the dirty mind. She ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip, feeling a surge of adrenalin at the idea of acting so seductive, so naughty.

“I had this urge,” she started with a sly look to the window, “to press my ass against the pane in hopes that you would see and maybe…” She trailed off, catching her bottom lip on her teeth. She could see his chest rising and falling faster as she spoke.

“Maybe I’d come over, open the window just a crack, enough to slid just one finger in?” he finished for her, his voice a low rumble as he picked up on her coy little game.

He moved another step closer, his eyes burning bright with lust once again. “That window isn’t too high, either. You could have stood on your tip toes, and your mouth might have just reached my poor, tortured pussy.” Describing her womanhood in such a way sent a wave of electricity to her groin. “I sure could have used a good tongue lashing. Especially after all of that filth I was reading.”

His hands reached along her arms, capturing them by her sides. “Why don’t you show me which bunk was yours?” His eyes narrowed, betraying his wicked intentions.

Her heart fluttered with anticipation. He took her hand and led her to the soft mattress on the bottom bunk. He sat down and pulled her to stand in front of him. His gaze roved all over the length of her, taking her all in with obvious delight.

“Man, do I ever wish you were wearing a skirt right now.” His voice sounded thick with lust.

“I do have one,” she suggested.

“No. Don’t change a thing. I want to take this opportunity right now.” He slid his fingers up under her sweater, and she gasped at the contact of his skin against hers. His fingers slid higher, bringing the bottom of the sweater up to expose her waist. She felt his warm breath against her abdomen, followed by the heat of his tongue inside her navel as he teased, tickled, and made small circles around the tiny dint, sending shivers of pleasure along her throat.

Here’s a little of my updated news. I signed a contract for Gamble's Game with BookStrands and that book is scheduled to come out January 2009. It’s a contemporary erotic romance.

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Sunday, July 6, 2008

Tara S. Nichols (My Guest Blogger)

11:50 AM | by Phoebe Jordan | | | Edit Post

Today is a special day because I have a special Guest Blogger, her name is Tara S Nichols and she has a new release today that she will be talking about today. Tara was nice enough to stop by the blog and talk about her first novel Oasis of My Heart. I'm happy that she had enough time to stop by and tells us about how Oasis of My Heart came to be written and what it is about. You can visit her blog and her MySpace.

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As a fiction writer I worry about many things. I fear being a terrible writer, I fear boring plots, and I fear liability suits if one of my characters happens to resemble a real life person. I do not base my characters on any individual person but more on society in general. So, when my husband and I were invited to a Canada Day picnic by our neighbours just down the road, and the host resembled Mrs. Patricia Weldon, a nosey do-gooder, servant of the community, from my first novel Oasis of My Heart, whose self appointed role it is to manage her peers, I almost recoiled in shock. There she was, with her backward compliments on the state of my yard, blathering on and on about how she should have introduced herself via a plate of muffins years ago.

Like a hypnotist she cast a spell around us until we were revealing the details of our daily routines and had our heads bobbing at the idea of her and her kin bike riding down to our house at some happy point in the future.

Then it hit me, wait, no, that can’t happen. None of this can happen. I’m a writer, I write erotic late into the night in my glitch. I’m a hermit who brews vats of wine in her basement. I’m a runaway who returned to her home town for god only knows what ever reason. I never really knew how much of my personal experiences I pulled out of my own life to write Oasis of My Heart but there it was happening to me like it had happened to Sadie.

The character Patricia Weldon appeared with dainties in hand at Sadie Davies front door in the midst of kitchen demolition. She didn’t take no for an answer and she was already on the job, shovel in hand to dig up runaway Sadie’s past. Patricia plays a side line character and she was not based on my neighbour. In fact, I had never met the woman until yesterday, yet some how I had conjured her up. Why it couldn’t be tall dark and handsome Dustin Reid, the hero of my story, that I conjured up instead of my neighbour I’ll never know. Maybe he lives the other direction.

Here is an excerpt from Oasis of My Heart available through Cobblestone-press

Oasis of My Heart by Tara Nichols

From Chapter One

Sadie didn’t know where to go. The town seemed familiar, but at the same time, so much had changed. There was so much to do, and she didn’t know where to start. She would need directions then a way to get to her new house, not to mention she would need food and clothes and … Slow down, she told herself. One step at a time. First she would get directions. She knew vaguely where the farm was that she had blindly bought, and she still had the newspaper clipping with the address on it in her wallet.

Now where to ask for directions? she thought, looking around the street. A flicker of movement drew her gaze up to her right when a man entered the building behind her. A sign advertising the bus depot in the library window caught her eye, and she decided to ask in there.

She climbed the wide limestone steps slowly, the words she was going to use repeating in her mind. She wasn’t going to give any more information away than she had to. Just the facts, then she would be on her way.

It was hard being back in town. She had gone to school here, but she had grown up on a farm in a small community outside of town. The last time she had visited the library, she had been in the eighth grade and working on a class project with her best friend Susie.

Remembering her old friend, she wondered where the tall, skinny blonde girl she had once hung out with was now. Was she married with children? Was she still living in town? If she was, maybe she would look her up. Maybe they could get together and talk about old times. Sadie’s heart began to pick up speed at the thought, but then her nagging conscience spoke up, reminding her of the same dilemma she always encountered whenever she ran into people on the street. She was a celebrity, she scolded herself. If they didn’t recognize her right away, what would she tell them when they asked what she had done with her life? She had left Toronto to start over, to be anonymous and leave the famous actress behind. Would these people who had known her, who had watched her grow up, treat her different when they learned who she was? Would they respect her privacy, or would she always suspect them of liking her because she was a star? Would they like her for herself? She doubted it. Aside from lying and making up a new identity for herself, she would just have to avoid the people she had once known. She didn’t want to see her face on an advertisement any more than she wanted Horace to catch wind of where it was that she had fled to. No, she would have to remain a stranger. She would have to give up her past. Only first she needed to find her parents; she had to see them to tell them she was okay. She needed to make them understand, and maybe, just maybe, they would forgive her.

Just act casual, she told herself and straightened her posture. She approached the front counter where a middle aged woman, clearly a librarian, worked at filing cards behind the counter.

“Excuse me,” Sadie murmured. The woman looked up, took one look at Sadie in her grungy clothes with her tattered plastic bag under her arm, and was about to dismiss her when Sadie stepped closer and waved again. The woman came forward grudgingly, a sceptical look still on her face.

Sadie realized then how dreadful she must look.

“Yes?” The woman sighed, peering over her bifocals, no doubt tired of answering questions for the bus depot.

“Hi. Um, I was wondering if you would be able to give me directions—”

“There’s an info booth next to the grocery store across the street miss.” She cut Sadie off mid-sentence.

“Oh?” Sadie bit her lip. “Yes, but I bought a house just outside of town and…I’ve got the address, but it’s in the country and…and I don’t know where it is.”

“You don’t know where your house is?” The woman frowned.

“No. I bought it through an ad in the paper.” She rummaged through the plastic bag until she found a thin leather wallet from which she pulled out the worn and folded scrap that she had been saving for nearly a year. “Here it is.” Sadie flattened the scrap. The woman leaned over, squinting at the tiny print.

“I also was hoping you could tell me if there is anywhere that I could rent a car. I just came in off the bus, and I don’t have a vehicle.”

The woman looked up at Sadie as though she were from another planet. “What?”
Sadie swallowed hard and glanced around nervously. “I just need a rental agency, or a—”

“This is the Old Cuthbert place,” the woman stated incredulously, hammering the page with her index finger. “Why, that farm has been up for sale for years…and you bought it?” She looked at Sadie anew, as though assessing the young woman for the first time.

“Can you help me?” Sadie leaned in, her voice barely a whisper.

“Yes, of course.” The woman straightened. “I know right where it is. It’s a shame about that place. Beautiful yard, though.”

“What? What do you mean it’s a shame—”

The woman’s gaze caught sight of something at the back of the room. “Why, there’s Dustin! He’ll be able to help you. He’s your new neighbour, after all.” She stood up on her toes and waved frantically to some unknown person in the back of the room. “Yoo-hoo! Dustin! Come over here for a minute, will you, honey?” the clerk shouted very unlibrarian-like across the small room.

Sadie cringed and twisted to look over her shoulder to see who the clerk was beckoning.

A man in the back of the room looked up, startled. His dark eyes darted right to left as though he was looking for an escape. Realizing he was caught, he came forward grudgingly.

Sadie watched as the most striking man she had ever laid eyes on strode toward her, his long legs carrying him smoothly across the floor. His features were ruggedly handsome with coal black, tussled hair that teased the nape of his neck, a day’s worth of stubble graced his chin, and his piercing blue eyes flashed a warning that said he was in no mood to be troubled.

Sadie ducked her head so he couldn’t see her face, but continued to appraise him out of the corner of her eye. From her vantage point, she admired his athletic build, his tanned, sinewy arms and the way his tight black T-shirt fit snugly across his rock hard chest. He was leggy, lean and all Amazon, making Sadie want to sink her teeth into him. Thankfully, she resisted.

“Dustin,” the librarian announced sweetly, “this is…” She turned to face Sadie again. “I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t.” Sadie caught herself. Her fear was making her act irrationally. Nobody here was out to get her. Just act normal. “It’s Rach—er, Sadie. Sadie Davies.”

“Davies?” the woman repeated, squinting thoughtfully. Then with a shake of her head, she dismissed whatever thought had momentarily intrigued her.

“Miss Davies just bought the Old Cuthbert place,” the librarian gossiped. “It looks like the two of you are going to be neighbours. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Dustin glanced down at Sadie briefly. His eyes were not amused. Sadie looked awkwardly at the floor, and neither of them said anything.

“Miss Davies here has landed in town without any means of transportation, and then when I saw you lurking over there like a gargoyle, a brilliant plan came into my head.”

The gorgeous hunk standing next to Sadie sighed with impatience. “I wasn’t lurking, Evelyn, and—”

“Seeing as you have to drive past her place to get home, wouldn’t it be convenient to drop her off? Maybe the two of you will hit it off.”

“No. I…” Sadie tried. She noticed that her handsome new neighbour was also about to protest, when they were both cut off by Evelyn’s enthusiasm.
“Do you have much to carry?”

“No, this is it.” Sadie lifted her shopping bag.

Dustin looked at the bag with a frown. His displeasure roiled off of him in waves.
Sadie rubbed her temple, fearing a headache would soon be upon her.

“You’ll do it, won’t you, Dustin, for me?” The older woman batted her lashes as though it would win him over.

Sadie watched the man named Dustin grimace then nod with reluctance. “I need to sign this out before we go.” He threw his movie across the counter, and Evelyn eagerly went to fetch the DVD.

“You really don’t need to do this,” Sadie whispered once the librarian was out of range.

“I’m aware of that,” the man answered, his voice cold.

“This wasn’t my idea, she just rambled off like a—”

“I know.”

“It’s actually not what I want anyway. I had planned to rent a vehicle and—”

“Rent?” He scoffed and turned to her. She ducked her head so he couldn’t see her face.

“From where?” He shrugged, seeming exasperated.

Taken aback by his hostility, she fell silent, scowling at him beneath the brim of her hat. He may be good looking, but he sure was frosty.

“There’s no place you can rent a vehicle around here except maybe from Len Freeman’s, and then you’re looking at a grain truck or a bob cat,” he said.

Sadie sighed, regretting having ever step foot in the building. “I admit I hadn’t planned out every detail of this trip.” She glanced over her shoulder. “But at least I got this far. Thanks for agreeing to help, but I’ll figure out my own way home, even if it means I have to walk.” She turned to walk away, but a large hand touched her arm and stopped her. A jolt of electricity ran through her; the contact was so unexpected, she nearly cried out.

His hand jerked away. “Hang on.”

She turned back to face him and noticed he was rubbing his wrist as though it stung.

He looked at her strangely in a mixture of amusement and puzzlement. “I’m not going to let you walk. First of all, I’d never hear the end of it once the Ladies’ Auxiliary got wind of it, and second, it’s spring, in case you haven’t noticed. It’s not that warm out yet, not to mention it’s more than ten miles to a farm you don’t even know how to get to.”

Firming her jaw, she resigned herself to accept the ride. She would figure out the rest later. Right now, all she wanted was to get off the street so Horace couldn’t track her down.

“Fine,” she murmured. “Have it your way.”

Evelyn handed the movie over the counter and waved a happy goodbye. She wore the satisfied face of a successful meddler.

Sadie followed Dustin out to a truck that looked as though it had been found in a scrap yard and had already been through the shredder once. What paint was left on it was dull gray in color. There were more dents than smooth spots, and the running board on the passenger side was missing.

She reached for the door handle and frowned when it wouldn’t open.

“Hang on. I have to get it from the inside.” He hopped in and leaned across the seat.

Sadie climbed in, pulling the door behind her, but quickly found she didn’t know how to make it stay shut. Biting her lip, she tried again, only to hear metal bang against metal.

“Here!” he said, and before she knew what was happening, he had leaned across her lap, his long, tanned arm stretched out until his hand gripped the door handle. Then he pulled, giving a loud grunt, and the door swung closed with a thump.

They drove through town in silence.

After a mile or so, Dustin glanced over at his passenger out of the corner of his eye. Who was this stubborn woman? He tried to get a glimpse of her face, but he couldn’t see anything except the peak of her black cap. That and her pale pink lips that pouted ever so slightly. They were plump, but not too much as to overwhelm. They might be nice to kiss.

Snap out of it! he scolded himself and gave his head a shake. Not only was she faceless, she was suddenly dependant on him, which was something he hated even though she was being rather stubborn about it. And she had nearly electrocuted him somehow when he had grabbed her arm. He rubbed his wrist again resentfully. How did she do that? I wonder if I make her nervous, he thought, feeling uncomfortable with the idea. Perhaps he had been too harsh. After all, this wasn’t her idea; it had been Evelyn’s.

The woman just sat there, tense, her face turned toward the window. He noticed how her clothes spilled out around her and she held her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her hair was greasy and stuck out of a messy braid, as though she hadn’t looked in a mirror for a week. She had a lovely neck, though, long and slender, and perfect little ears with rather fancy chandelier style earrings. He frowned, turning his head for a better look. They had to be diamonds, the way they glimmered. He would have expected to see something like that on a much better dressed woman, not someone about to go for a jog.

As though sensing his scrutiny, the woman turned to face him. For a moment, he caught sight of her eyes, and all he could think was how they made diamonds seem dull. They were an intense shade of blue, sparkling with their own inner light.

Her brow creased, and he realized he was staring. He needed to make conversation and fast.

“Nice earrings,” he said trying to make conversation.

Her reaction was not at all what he expected. Her eyes went wide, and her hands immediately flew to her ears, covering them as though he wasn’t supposed to see them.

“Oh, my God!” she said and gasped, plucking them from her lobes. “How could I have missed these?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to answer. She seemed quite shaken over the whole thing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you…” he started to say, but she didn’t appear to be listening. She was staring at her palm and the taboo jewellery it held.

“Hey, are you okay? You seem… edgy,” he said, using Taylor’s earlier description.
“I’m fine,” she murmured, not looking up.

“You seem nervous, is all.” Not to mention downright strange, Dustin added to himself.

She shook her head slightly, but her body language told him another story.
He was more than a little relieved to see the corner coming up where he needed to turn onto the gravel road leading to his sister’s farm. He pointed to a bluff of trees in the distance. “Your place is just ahead, two miles down this road.”

“That’s it? Two miles off the highway?” she said, sounding distressed as she looked around.

“You wanted something a little more remote?” he said, bewildered by her.

“Yes,” she answered with caution.

He slowed as he neared the top of the lane. Glancing over, he saw his passenger was leaning as far forward as she could. She looked into the yard, no doubt seeing the long, uncut grass, the leaning barn, the peeling paint on the tiny, rundown house.

“My God!” she whispered.

“Didn’t know what you were getting, huh?” he couldn’t help but say.

She bit her lips nervously, but didn’t answer. After a moment, she shrugged and reached for the door. “Well, thanks anyway.” She grabbed her shopping bag and hopped out, not waiting to hear his reply. She struggled with the door until Dustin had to lean over and help her once again.

Dustin watched her cross in front of the truck, the wind blowing her loose clothing against her slim body. “What an oddball.” He gave his head a shake. Why couldn’t he have been blessed with a normal person to have as a new neighbour?

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Also available through Cobblestone-press by Tara S Nichols “Secrets of Summer”

and coming soon through Forbidden Publications “Criminal Caress”

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