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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Elle Wright is back with Her Kind of Man



ABOUT HER KIND OF MAN

When Mr. Right is oh so wrong

I'll never let you go . . . Allina had always dreamed of hearing those words. But when her fiancĂ©, Isaac, utters them, it isn't a promise-it's a threat. Scared and confused, with only moments before the wedding, Allina knows what she must do. Forget walking down the aisle; it's time to run. Back to Michigan. Back to Kent.

Kent has loved Allina for longer than he can remember. Out of respect for their friendship, he's never crossed the line, but when she turns up on his doorstep wearing her torn, tearstained wedding gown, the fire inside him ignites. He'll do whatever it takes to make Allina feel safe-like the beautiful, desirable woman she is. But as Kent and Allina grow closer, and their passion pushes deeper, it's clear that something bigger than a botched wedding still lingers between them . . .

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Here's a sneak peek into this tantalizing tale of romance and revenge! 
Allina got up and carried her dishes over to the sink. She turned on the faucet and filled up the basin with water. “I’m going to clean up and get ready to go to the store.”
He finished up his plate and joined her at the sink. Not thinking, he dropped his mug into the dishwater, splashing the soapy water on Allina. She screeched and stumbled back. He reached for her, sensing she was getting ready to fall. Instead of preventing her fall, she ended up pulling him with her and they both landed on the floor, her on her back and him on his side.
“Ouch,” she groaned from her where she lay on the tile. “That hurt.” She wiped her face and pushed her hair back, leaving a few suds on her face.
He chuckled. “That was . . . clumsy.”
She laughed then. “It was crazy. How did I fall? There was no water on the floor.” She pointed at him. “It was your fault.”
He grabbed her finger. “It was not my fault you can’t stay on your feet.”
She flicked some remaining soap on him. It was a running joke with their crew. Syd was dramatic, Cali had no filter, and Allina was clumsy as hell. It didn’t matter where they were or what they were doing, Allina always seemed to get hurt.
Before he knew it, they were both laughing in earnest. She turned to him. “I needed this.”
He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Glad I could help. I’ve never met anyone who is more accident-prone than you.”
She grinned, her eyes gleaming. “Hey. Don’t say that.”
He stood up and held out a hand to her. When she placed her tiny palm in his, he pulled her to her feet.
Brushing off her clothes, she murmured, “My body is al- ready sore from that run. Now my back is throbbing.”
“Maybe you should go lie down for a little bit before we go to the store,” he suggested. “I have a heating pad some- where if you need it.”
She waved him off. “I’m good.” Peering up at him, she smiled again. A wide grin. “I need to keep moving.”
Kent observed her. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes dancing and he found himself inching closer to her. A piece of her hair was stuck to her forehead and he pushed it to the back.
“I must look crazy,” she said, smoothing a hand over her hair.
One of the things Kent found so attractive about Allina was her sultry, deep voice. She talked like she was singing a lullaby. It was low, even, and sexy as hell. And what made it even better was she had no idea it could have an effect on a man.
As if he had no power or control to stop himself, he leaned closer. She peered up at him and froze. Instead of retreating, she stayed where she was, her eyes on his.
The air changed in that instant. He brushed her cheek with his thumb and she gasped. Their noses were almost touching. He knew he should step back, walk away, but he couldn’t. His body had a mind of its own.
His nose bumped into hers. Her breath still smelled like the honey from her tea. It was warm against his skin. He wanted to kiss her, more in that moment than ever before. Then her lips brushed against his. It wasn’t a full-on kiss, but enough to make him want more. He framed her face with his hands and kissed the corner of her mouth, enjoying her sharp intake of breath. She squeezed his biceps, her nails digging into the sensitive skin.
“Kent,” she whispered. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Do you want me to?” he asked, unable to keep his eyes off her mouth. It was amazing how one simple touch had opened up the box that labeled them “very close friends.” He imagined how it would feel to really taste her, to feel her tongue against his, to touch her the way he wanted.
But then where would that leave them? Confused and awkward around each other? Allina wasn’t just any woman. He couldn’t do her first and ask the hard questions later, be- cause she deserved better than that. They had never really talked about sex with each other before, but knowing her the way he did, he figured she was careful about who and what she did. Being with her, or even kissing her, was a game changer. But, damn-it, I want to.
Sighing, he stepped back. He scratched his head. “I’m sorry. This isn’t right. We better get going.”
Then he left her standing there in the kitchen.

ABOUT ELLE WRIGHT


Born and raised in Southeast Michigan near Ann Arbor, Elle learned the importance of reading from her mother. It was also her mother who, later on in her life, gave Elle her first romance novel:  Indigo by Beverly Jenkins.  From that moment on, Elle became a fan of Ms. Jenkins for life and a lover of all things romance.  An old journal she wrote back in college became her first book (which she still wants to publish one day).






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Saturday, April 23, 2016

When the music died: 4/21/2016


All I wanted for Christmas that year was the Purple Rain Soundtrack and a Barbie doll. Every morning as we woke up to get ready for school, Z-103 played Let's Go Crazy.

Growing up in Bennettsville, SC, concerts never came close enough for me to go see Prince when I was a kid. But I heard his music every day. And then we got cable! I saw his videos. When Doves Cry made me cry. Christmas came and I was happier to see my little cassette tape than Barbie.
I was seven years old when I fell in love with Prince. I wanted to and still want to dress like Prince, rock boots like Prince. But I knew I'd never play or sing like Prince. Nobody would. Prince was always cool. Besides my Daddy, Prince is the only man I will punch you in the face over.

When I made my first online purchase, it was Prince's New Power Soul CD. And it didn't stop there. In college, I bought everything that said Prince. Work study check came in and I headed to Willie's Records off Freedom Drive and headed for the Prince section.
I won a Prince CD from a local radio station. When the DJ asked me what was my favorite Prince song, I had to stop myself from saying Irresistible Bitch on the air.
I've watched Under The Cherry Moon about 90 times. And if I'm not wearing pink or green, I got on something purple.
I bought this hat because it reminded me
of the one Prince wore in the Mountains video
I even had purple hair once. Prince created the soundtrack of my life. Heartbreak, love, sex and spirituality.

Then in 2011, Prince came to Charlotte.

















I knew I was going the minute the concert was announced. I sat at my desk and waited for the icon on Live Nation to go live. I'd already decided what I was going to wear and of course it was going to be purple.
What a time it was to see my love on stage sing Shh. . . to me. And yes, he was singing to me, damn it.

So, 4-21-16 came. Day off. Met my best friend for lunch. The news of Prince's death hit me like a ton of bricks.
Not my boo. Not my muse. Not the soundtrack of writing. Not the artist who got me through so many sad times, happy times and yes — horny nights.

No more Dance. Music. Sex. Romance.

Prince was more than an entertainer to me. Prince is an icon who transcends music. He taught us business. Taught us that we should own our rights to our stuff. We're the creators of the art and we need to hold our masters.

Did I cry? Sure did. But then I let the music play.
There will never be another Prince Rogers Nelson, but I was here see, hear and feel the music of this genius.

Rest in Purple Paradise Prince. See you on the other side.

Monday, April 4, 2016

Bounce Back by KM Jackson! New release today!

 Hi Cheris and friends! Thank you so much for inviting me on your blog today and hooray it’s the release day for BOUNCE BACK!
I’m so thrilled to finally be back in the BOUNCE world and the not so sleepy fictional town of Edgewater, New York and peeking in once again on the lives of Sabrina and Sean Jacobs.
Over the past year many readers have asked me what’s been going on with Sabrina and Sean Jacobs and their sexy but often tumultuous marriage. Well I’m happy to say that the love between them is still going strong, but of course life being what it is there is always a curveball around the corner. And this time it comes in the form of Sabrina’s neighbor and nemesis, Cassandra Stanton.

Here is bit about  BOUNCE BACK

Because sometimes more than love is on the line…
Book 2 in the Loving On The Edge Series

All Sabrina Jacobs wants to do is focus on building her new life, and that starts with rebuilding her marriage. Her husband has moved back into their home and thankfully, exclusively into her bed, she’s making a name for herself with her home based finance business and she’s even starting to master the suburban mommy mafia game. Too bad she didn’t factor in being assigned as co-chair in charge of the annual Cougar and Cubs gala with her town nemesis. As busy as Sabrina is, she definitely doesn’t have time to deal with the likes of one Cassandra Stanton.
Currently a Cougar in waiting, Cassandra Stanton is well on track to being Edgewater town royalty, that is, if she can keep it together and pull off the fundraiser of the year. Too bad she’s saddled with co-chairing the event with the chronically clueless Sabrina Jacobs. Not to mention the fact that her husband, Richard, has chosen now to have his most inconvenient, can’t keep it in his pants, mid-life crisis. Cassandra just doesn’t have the time to deal with coddling him and pulling off the party of the year. But maybe the town’s new contractor can give her the tools she needs to work out all her problems and rebuild her life, only this time on her terms.

Can these two unlikely allies come together for a cause and give the Cougars of Edgewater a night they won’t soon forget, all the while gaining control of the chaos their own lives have become? 


I guess when done correctly, quickie parental sex can be quite the thrill. I mean, I know for some, getting freaky midday on beautiful pre-spring Friday afternoon while on top of a vibrating washing machine, mid-spin no less, is the height of a good time, but for me it was just not doing it.
Really, Doctor Love, this is your idea of homework?
I inwardly shrugged. Well, we were home and it sure as hell felt like work, so at least our marriage counselor got it right with the tag.
I shifted my body to the left while crooking my right leg tighter around my husband Sean’s lean hips. Even with taking some yoga classes, this was no easy feat. I let out an unintentional sigh and Sean immediately noticed—he’s like that, since our past year of ups, downs, outs, therapy and back ups…literally, Sean seemed to notice my every inflection.
Could it be he was now noticing a little too much? I told myself no. That I was just being nitpicky and looking for problems where there were none. At least that’s probably what my sister, Jan, and most probably our therapist, Dr. Love, would say. With my mind wandering in that direction while Sean was expertly massaging my left breast and nipple, I was starting to think they might be right.
But Sean just looked into my eyes and smiled. Smiled with an expression of infinite patience, and dammit if it didn’t prick at me a little bit. “You’re hating this, aren’t you?” he asked.
I pushed up against him and purposefully lost myself for a moment in his beautiful light hazel eyes. “‘Hate’ is a ridiculous word when my legs are wrapped around your fine waist, Mr. Jacobs.” I smiled, trying to bring light to the situation, then I looked around our laundry room. “This isn’t so bad. If memory serves, we’ve made love in plenty of worse spots. But I won’t talk about that. I’m a respectable married woman now and a pillar of the community.”
Sean laughed and his still-tight abs rippled in response. Oddly though, his shirtlessness reminded me of the next load of colored clothes that needed to go in the wash after the one vibrating under my ass was done. My mommy brain does its thing. Let’s see, I have that load plus two client calls to make before it’s time to pick up the kids at school. Then if timing and traffic work, pick up the dry cleaning on the way back home.

I probably should’ve told Sean to go and take a shower after his run and gone about my usual work, but when he caught me in the laundry room, coming in all sweaty and sexy from his run on his day off, reminding me that we had all of two hours alone before it was time to collect the kids and we still had Dr. Love’s homework to get to before our session, well hell, it was time to multi-task. That and the fact that once he rubbed up against me and kissed my neck on that spot he knows I like so much, he turned my inhibitions to a puddle of goo. I was all in. Besides, when I was still down on two feet, it didn’t feel like homework at all.