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Happy New Year by Alice Gaines

We’ve opened all the presents and thrown out the wrapping paper.  The ham are turkey are eaten.  If you still have left-overs, you might want to consider throwing them out.  At least give them a good sniff and heat them up before eating.  (If anyone asks, you didn’t get that advice from me.)  All that’s left is New Year’s Resolutions.  I was watching a segment of a television show yesterday that covered the most common New Year’s Resolutions and how to keep them.  Let me give you my take on the subject.

Most common resolution #3:  Give up smoking.  I gave it up years and years ago.  Here’s how I did it.  I was working as a temporary office worker, and just about everywhere I went I wasn’t allowed to smoke except on breaks and during lunch hour.  I learned to go for hours without a cigarette.  After a while, I figured if I could do that, I could limit my smoking to five per day.  That way, I always knew there was a cigarette coming, and I could cope with that.  Coincidentally, I switched doctors, and the new one yelled at me for a full five minutes.  I figured if I was going to keep him, I’d have to try to quit.  I told myself that if, after 30 days, I just couldn’t cope, I’d go back to smoking.

After 30 days, most of the cravings were gone, and I could call myself a non-smoker.  The cravings didn’t fully go away for years.  One would sneak up on me every once in a while.  The thing about the cravings is that, as terrible as they are, they don’t last very long.  I’d time the intervals between cravings.  As I saw the intervals increase in length, I knew I was making progress.  Everyone has their own way of dealing with this problem, so mine may not work for you.  But remember millions of people have done this.  You can, too.  And take the money you would have spent on cigarettes and buy yourself something wonderful.  Or go on to the next resolution.

Most common resolution #2:  Save money.  I’m not good at this one.  I’ve had long periods in my life when I just barely scraped by with necessities.  People who think saving is easy—just cut down on lattes—need to talk to people who honestly cannot afford lattes and cut them out years ago.  Fortunately, I’m not in that position any longer.

The television show had a great idea I’m going to try.  I’m a huge internet shopper.  The show suggested putting all the stuff you want in your shopping cart and leaving it there for 24 hours.  They said many companies will then send you coupons for the things in your cart.  Instant savings.  Plus, you may discover after a day that you don’t want that stuff, after all.

Most common New Year’s Resolution #1:  Lose weight.  I’ve had a weight problem all my life.  I’ve been as low as 120 pounds (way too little for me.  I actually had a mild case of anorexia.) to 275.  A few years ago, I’d gotten back up to 240.  I knew what I had to do to lose weight.  Sorry to say, no magic.  Exercise and limiting calories.

I’m a huge believer in exercise for everyone.  It’s the best thing you can do for your health along with giving up smoking.  Find something that gets your heart going but is comfortable for you.  In the last several years, we’ve learned that interval training is extremely efficient.  Do what you do at full speed for 40 seconds and follow that with 20 seconds of a moderate rate.  I do about five minutes of intervals and intersperse some weight lifting.  I repeat the process for 35 minutes.  You’ll get a full work out in a small amount of time.

Limiting calories actually is best done by changing the types of food you eat.  Ditch the soda, or as my coworker calls it “diabetes in a can.”  Eliminate as much sugar as you can.  Discover how delicious vegetables are.  Really.  Grow your own, if you can, for maximum flavor.  A homegrown tomato is the most delicious food in the world.

Then get yourself a weight loss app.  I use Lose It.  It’s free at loseit.com.  You tell it your height, weight, and how much you want to lose.  It tells you how many calories you can have.  You get extra credit for exercise.  They have hundreds of foods and the calorie and nutrition content, and you can add foods of your own.  Input your exercise and food every day, make friends, enter challenges, and watch the weight come off.  There are other apps, too.  Find one you like and use it religiously.

Oh, and allow yourself to go off the wagon and splurge from time to time.  Life without dessert would be too bleak to consider.  Just get back to your regular routine.  I now weigh 180.  I’m not a fashion model, but I look good in clothes, and I’m happy with myself.

My New Year’s Resolution?  Clean my house.  Until last January, I had a day job.  In my off time, I could either clean house or write.  You can guess what I chose.  My house got so bad, I had what I’ve heard called CHAOS—Can’t Have Anyone Over Syndrome.  With any luck, I can make major progress on that this year.

Whatever your resolutions are, face this new year with a sense of joy and accomplishment.  You’re worth it.

 

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Free book by Alice Gaines

Alice Gaines_Kiss Frog_500x750For the next few weeks, my contemporary romance, Kiss the Frog is free at Amazon, Google Play, Apple, and Smashwords.  The book is the first in my Princes of Danislova series.

http://www.amazon.com/Kiss-Frog-Princes-Danislova-Novel-ebook/dp/B00QZCYEX6/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Alice_Gaines_Kiss_the_Frog?id=hBTqCAAAQBAJ

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/kiss-the-frog/id991525083?mt=11

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/501302

 

Pity sex with the shyest student in the lab?

That’s what Felice Larson’s friends have blackmailed her into. Dev VonRamsberg seems nice enough, if you can see past the hair that hangs in his face, the glasses, and the corduroy slacks. It’ll be embarrassing for her and possibly humiliating for him, but if Felice doesn’t follow through, the others will let their professor know she ditched on a critical research trip. So she borrows a key and lets herself into Dev’s apartment in the middle of the night and promptly gets the surprise of her life.

Christian Devlin Philippe Pascal VonRamsberg, Crown Prince, and Heir Apparent to the Throne of Danislova, has lusted after his co-student, Felice Larson, for months but hasn’t followed through because of his obligations back home. But now that she’s literally snuck into his bed, he takes full advantage, much to their mutual delight. Dev’s been hiding out in plain sight in the United States so he can get his graduate degree and enjoy a more or less normal life before he has to return to Danislova to fulfill his duties to his country. He never expected to fall for an American woman, but now that he has, how can he give her a happy ending?

 

Excerpt:

The bedroom proved as unremarkable as the living room. Illumination also snuck in through the blinds here. The room held no more than a dresser, an end table, and a huge bed. For a guy’s place, it was all pretty tidy, as was the bathroom, at least from what she could see from a night light in there. The display of an alarm clock showed Dev himself lying face down against the sheet, the covers exposing a broad expanse of naked back. He slept in the nude? Interesting.

With no rational excuse to delay, she quickly kicked out of her shoes and removed her clothing. The air cooled her skin, setting up goose bumps along her arms. She shivered, although the air wasn’t really all that cold. Across the room, Dev’s soft breathing brought home the message. She’d soon cuddle up to his body. No matter how shy, he was still a man with a man’s anatomy and a man’s needs.

After pulling the strip of condoms from the pocket of her jeans, she approached the bed.

How had she never noticed Dev’s size before? Sure, he slumped, but she couldn’t have missed the fact that he was easily as tall as Ben. Though not as beefy as Ben, Dev nevertheless had shoulders as broad. The back she’d studied from across the room now appeared like an expanse of flesh, solid muscle with a furrow down the middle.

One of his hands lay splayed hear his head, the long fingers spread against the sheet. From this close, he didn’t resemble any kind of nerdling. dork, or geek she’d ever seen before. His hair had fallen back from his face, exposing a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and a pair of lips sculpted for sin. Only his long eyelashes suggested innocence.

She shivered again, although this time she didn’t try blaming it on the temperature in the room. He suddenly seemed so male and big and, well, desirable. A physical knowledge blossomed inside her body…the sort of communication that didn’t require words. Her sex clenched, grasping for something that it hadn’t had for months.

Wicked thoughts formed in her mind. What would those fingers feel like against her breasts, her nipples? Would he have a large tool? Would it stay hard for a good, long time before he came? Would she have the courage to show him how to make her climax?

Still clutching the strip of condoms, she lifted the covers and climbed into bed with him.

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Christian Devlin Philippe Pascal VonRamsberg, the Crown Prince and Heir Apparent to the Throne of Danislova slept lightly. The trait had persisted in his family from centuries ago when missing the subtlest clues from one’s surroundings could mean death by any number of gruesome means. The threat no longer persisted, but vigilance still served him well. He’d realized the moment someone came into his room. The soft footfalls and the pitch to her breathing told him the intruder was a woman. Until she neared the bed, he hadn’t fixed her identity, but the moment he caught her scent, he recognized his visitor. Felice.

Fascinating. A woman only crept into a man’s bedroom for mischief, and with any luck, she’d come here with the best sort of naughtiness in mind. He’d held himself back from approaching this particular woman for months, and now she’d come to him.

Lying perfectly still, he allowed her to crawl into his bed and press her body against his. Her naked body. More and more fascinating. The perfume that belonged only to her surrounded him. Roses, with a hint of spice and musk. Whether it came from her soap or her cologne, the scent always drew him to her. And it always produced the same reaction. An embarrassing one for a classroom or the lab. It fit much better in his bed.

He’d already been half-hard from a dream that had evaporated the moment she woke him. Now, he swelled to full length and readiness. She could have only one reason to be here, obviously. He’d have to find out later why she’d taken it into her head to seduce him. He had more pressing matters to deal with now, namely, taking full advantage of what she offered. He’d do that, certainly. He’d give her a lot more than she’d bargained for.

Though he kept his eyes closed, he’d memorized her appearance well enough to picture how she looked lying next to him. Her straight, blonde hair would hang over her shoulders to the swell of the breasts that blue sweater of hers showed off to such good effect. In the dim light, the green of her eyes wouldn’t show, but he could imagine them glowing with the heat of arousal. And her pale skin would have flushed along her cheeks and throat. She always looked and smelled like a confection, one he’d finally get to enjoy, if only for tonight.

He smiled inwardly as she began some tentative explorations. Her breast nestled against his ribs, the nipple stiffening, as her hand wandered his back. Fingertips traced a path down the center to his waist and back up to the base of his skull. Her lips pressed against his shoulder and then traveled along the top to his neck. She had to stretch to reach his ear. Once there, she nibbled on his earlobe. Her breath went into his ear, and he let out an involuntary moan. Too late to pull it back. She must realize he was awake. He’d take over now.

http://www.amazon.com/Kiss-Frog-Princes-Danislova-Novel-ebook/dp/B00QZCYEX6/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Alice_Gaines_Kiss_the_Frog?id=hBTqCAAAQBAJ

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Garden Season!

My yard from a past year

My yard from a past year

I’ll shock you.  To me, the most delicious food in the world is not chocolate.  Not caviar.  Not lobster.  All those are wonderful, but the most delicious food in the world is the homegrown tomato.  A really good farmer’s market tomato ranks right up there, too.  I’m not talking about the pink plastic orbs they sell at the supermarket.  They’re bred to withstand the rigors of mechanical picking and are plucked from the vine while still green.  They’re utterly worthless, and you won’t find one in my cart.  The cherry tomatoes are edible but nothing compared to the ones you pick in your back yard.  (Actually, I stopped growing cherry tomatoes because none of them ever made it into the house.  I’d stand at the plant and eat them.)

You may have gathered I’m incredibly opinionated about tomatoes and a lot of other produce.

tomatoSo, I’m watching my plants closely enough to make the poor darlings paranoid.  They’re in bloom, and I’ll probably bet my first fruit around the Fourth of July.  Then, my favorite food time of the year will begin—the months I harvest tomatoes, squashes, peppers, and basil from my garden.

Because I live in the fog from San Francisco bay, I grow Early Girl tomatoes.  They don’t get very big, but they have astonishing flavor.  I’m incredibly jealous of anyone who can grow Brandywines, and I’d love to try something called Mortgage Lifter, but my Early Girls make me happy.

I also love my zucchinis.  This year, I’ll have five regular green plants and three Golden Eggs.  All that for one person?  I love zucchini.

(A note about water.  I’m sure you’re all aware that we’re in the middle of a horrible multi-year drought in California.  I grow all my produce in Earthboxes, which have a water reservoir at the bottom.  After the initial set-up, very little watering is required.)

I’ll tell you how I cook it below, but let me also make some suggestions for handling all that bounty.  Someone has declared August 8 National Sneak Some Zucchini Onto Your Neighbor’s Porch Day, although I suspect you’ll be most successful if you do it at night.  Any zucchini I can’t eat all by myself, I take to my church to share.  We have a food pantry two Sundays a month, and it can always use good produce.  You don’t have to belong to a church to do this.  You can simply take your squashes to your local food bank.

So, to cook zucchini.  The easiest way is to grate it, either with the grating attachment in your food processor or the large holes on a box grater.  If you want, put in a strainer, salt it, and let it stand to draw out the moisture.  Then squeeze it by the fistful to get out the rest.  I don’t bother with this, but if you do, don’t add salt while cooking.  Then heat some butter in a non-stick pan and cook the zucchini in that until it’s done.  Add salt and pepper to taste.  Add a few tablespoons of freshly grated parmigiano or romano.

Or slice lengthwise, fairly thick.  Salt on both sides and let stand on paper towels to draw out moisture.  Press between more paper towels to dry.  Heat a heavy skillet (I love cast iron) until hot but not insane.  Add butter and heat.  Add zucchini and cook until browned on one side.  Turn and cook on the other side.

Or you can do the slicing, salting, etc. and then coat in flour, beaten egg, and then panko bread crumbs.  Heat a half inch of oil in skillet until a bread crumb sizzles when you drop it in the pan.  Add zucchini and cook until browned.  Turn and continue cooking.  Don’t over crowd the pan but cook in batches, if necessary.

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Email me for a chance to win

Next month:  I have a new release due out at the end of May from Changeling Press.  Garden of Delights.  To celebrate, I’ll be raffling off this hand crocheted stole to someone on my mailing list.  If you’d like to join, e-mail me at authoralicegaines@gmail.com

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Serendipity! Two Releases this month

I’d been planning for months to release the third book in my Princes of Danislova at the beginning of March.  Then, I had the very great fortune to be a Kindle Scout Winner.  My humorous, and very sexy, romance was released for pre-order this week and will go live next Tuesday.  Talk about an embarrassment of riches.

I probably ought to stick to one subgenre instead of doing contemporary, historical, paranormal, and frankly erotic.  But when I fall in love with a story, it makes my fingers itch until I start writing it.  And when I fall in love with the hero, I’m a lost cause.  Rick and Jason are both good guys, but they have mistaken ideas about how they ought to approach love.  Luckily, they both fall for strong women who know what they want

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Rick VonRamsberg is the family scamp—the Prince of Danislova from whom no one has ever expected much other than a smart remark and a decided talent with women. He’s met his match in Dixie Ann Beaumont. For some reason, the fiery Southern belle is willing to share his bed but reluctant about emotional intimacy. What’s up with that?

Dixie Ann Beaumont thinks the youngest prince of Danislova is as cute as a bug, but after a bad marriage, she’s shy about being burned again—especially because her overly-critical family won’t let her forget about her failure as a woman. Rick VonRamsberg is for fun only, as long as she can keep him at arm’s length.

Luckily, the physical connection between Rick and Dixie proves stronger than her fear of attachment, and he finally seems to be winning her heart as well as her body. When Dixie’s family shows up in Danislova, they’re unable to break the couple up. Unfortunately, Rick’s secret plans for their relationship may.

http://www.amazon.com/Beauty-Awakened-Princes-Danislova-novel-ebook/dp/B00TGOAONO/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1425593946&sr=1-2&keywords=beauty+awakened

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/beauty-awakened-alice-gaines/1121209345?ean=2940151399371

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In this sensuous Regency romance, Jason, Lily, and Bess become engaged to the wrong people.

Captain Jason Northcross desperately desires his sister, Lily, to marry into noble society. To achieve a duchy for his sister, he needs a proper marriage for himself. His status guarantees an easily achieved betrothal, and he should have no trouble selecting one of the eligible young ladies during his party in the countryside. However, distracted from his goal, he has a hard time keeping his hands off his neighbor, Lady Rushford.

The late Earl of Rushford’s widow, Bess Webster, believes romance has passed her by. So why can’t she keep Captain Northcross out of her dreams? And how does he inflame passions she didn’t know she had? While she should be focused on penning novels and finding husbands for her friends, her thoughts center on broad shoulders and laughing green eyes.

Will these misaligned engagements be set straight before the final vows have been spoken?

http://www.amazon.com/Captain-Countess-Alice-Gaines-ebook/dp/B00RUP60TI/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1425594201&sr=1-1&keywords=captain+and+countess

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New release: Kiss the Frog

Alice Gaines_Kiss Frog_500x750Pity sex with the shyest student in the lab?

That’s what Felice Larson’s friends have blackmailed her into. Dev VonRamsberg seems nice enough, if you can see past the hair that hangs in his face, the glasses, and the corduroy slacks. It’ll be embarrassing for her and possibly humiliating for him, but if Felice doesn’t follow through, the others will let their professor know she ditched on a critical research trip. So she borrows a key and lets herself into Dev’s apartment in the middle of the night and promptly gets the surprise of her life.

Christian Devlin Philippe Pascal VonRamsberg, Crown Prince, and Heir Apparent to the Throne of Danislova, has lusted after his co-student, Felice Larson, for months but hasn’t followed through because of his obligations back home. But now that she’s literally snuck into his bed, he takes full advantage, much to their mutual delight. Dev’s been hiding out in plain sight in the United States so he can get his graduate degree and enjoy a more or less normal life before he has to return to Danislova to fulfill his duties to his country. He never expected to fall for an American woman, but now that he has, how can he give her a happy ending?

Christian Devlin Philippe Pascal VonRamsberg, the Crown Prince and Heir Apparent to the Throne of Danislova slept lightly. The trait had persisted in his family from centuries ago when missing the subtlest clues from one’s surroundings could mean death by any number of gruesome means. The threat no longer persisted, but vigilance still served him well. He’d realized the moment someone came into his room. The soft footfalls and the pitch to her breathing told him the intruder was a woman. Until she neared the bed, he hadn’t fixed her identity, but the moment he caught her scent, he recognized his visitor. Felice.

Fascinating. A woman only crept into a man’s bedroom for mischief, and with any luck, she’d come here with the best sort of naughtiness in mind. He’d held himself back from approaching this particular woman for months, and now she’d come to him.

Lying perfectly still, he allowed her to crawl into his bed and press her body against his. Her naked body. More and more fascinating. The perfume that belonged only to her surrounded him. Roses, with a hint of spice and musk. Whether it came from her soap or her cologne, the scent always drew him to her. And it always produced the same reaction. An embarrassing one for a classroom or the lab. It fit much better in his bed.

He’d already been half-hard from a dream that had evaporated the moment she woke him. Now, his cock swelled to full length and readiness. She could have only one reason to be here, obviously. He’d have to find out later why she’d taken it into her head to seduce him. He had more pressing matters to deal with now, namely, taking full advantage of what she offered. He’d do that, certainly. He’d give her a lot more than she’d bargained for.

Though he kept his eyes closed, he’d memorized her appearance well enough to picture how she looked lying next to him. Her straight, blonde hair would hang over her shoulders to the swell of the breasts that blue sweater of hers showed off to such good effect. In the dim light, the green of her eyes wouldn’t show, but he could imagine them glowing with the heat of arousal. And her pale skin would have flushed along her cheeks and throat. She always looked and smelled like a confection, one he’d finally get to enjoy, if only for tonight.

He smiled inwardly as she began some tentative explorations. Her breast nestled against his ribs, the nipple stiffening, as her hand wandered his back. Fingertips traced a path down the center to his waist and back up to the base of his skull. Her lips pressed against his shoulder and then traveled along the top to his neck. She had to stretch to reach his ear. Once there, she nibbled on his earlobe. Her breath went into his ear, and he let out an involuntary moan. Too late to pull it back. She must realize he was awake. He’d take over now.

Giving into temptation he’d resisted for so long, he lifted his arm and pulled her beneath him. Her gasp of surprise sounded exactly how he‘d imagined. How many times had he awakened in the middle of the night to a fantasy of doing exactly this—of fitting their bodies together, her softness against him everywhere? He claimed her mouth in a kiss, finally tasting the lips that had distracted him so much during seminars. She had a way of pursing them when lost in thought that made him ache to ease them apart with his tongue.

He’d imagined how sweet she’d taste, but he couldn’t have anticipated how quickly she’d respond. She ran her hands under his arms and around his shoulders to raise herself to him while she explored his mouth. When she let out a sigh, he took the opportunity to slide his tongue along the seam of her lips. Their breath mingled as the scent of roses filled his nostrils and fogged his brain. Already, he’d slipped from reality into a world of rising arousal, and the way her fingertips dug into his shoulders told him she’d followed.

Delicious. Even better than he’d dreamed. She’d come to him on her own, and now, her body seemed to vibrate with the same need that built inside him. As heat rose between them and around them, he released her mouth and placed his lips against her ear.

“Felice,” he whispered, just to hear the sound of her name in his bedroom. As she’d done to him, he blew softly into her ear. In response, she arched against him, obviously as excited by the caress as he’d been.

“Dev?” His name came out on a gasp.

“Mm.” As he nibbled his way down her neck, he shifted so that he could cover one breast with his palm.

“Is that really you?”

“You were expecting someone else?”

“No…it’s just…oh, that feels so good.”

“That’s the general idea, I believe.” He rolled her nipple under his palm, and when she gave him another happy sigh, he slid lower along her body so that he could take the hardened tip into his mouth.

Making love with Felice was a hugely bad idea. He couldn’t become involved with anyone in the United States, not with his obligations at home. Still, she had invaded his bedroom. Refusing her now would amount to out-and-out rejection. He couldn’t do that to her, and honestly, his body wasn’t going to allow him to do it to himself, either. His hottest fantasy had come to life and was currently beginning to squirm beneath him. It would take the willpower of a saint to stop at this point, and he was no saint.

That resolved, he moved to the other breast and gave it the same loving, all the while skimming his hands over her ribs and down her side to her hips. She was soft everywhere, curved in the way he most enjoyed. How many times had he caught quick glimpses of her? The way faded denim caressed her ass, enticing him to cup her buttocks. He did it now, running his palms underneath and massaging the flesh. The action parted her legs, and he fitted himself between them. She did nothing to resist but only made more room for him.

Oh yes. This could get really interesting. He went exploring, pulling himself downward and running his tongue along the center of her body. He stopped briefly at her navel and planted kisses all over her belly. She had to recognize his destination. His deepest desire involved her pussy against his face, and by all appearances, he’d have it. He could eat her to his heart’s content, until she climaxed hard enough to make her scream. By God, after all these months of wanting and imagining and dreaming, he could finally hear the sounds of her orgasm.

Lower still, he burrowed his nose into the hairs that covered her sex. Her scent had changed to the perfume of an aroused woman…complex and heady. When he brushed her lips with his fingers, the tips came away wet. Such a gift, an honor. She wanted him.

Pride swelled in his chest. He wouldn’t disappoint her.

“Dev?” she whispered. “Are you going to…”

He took a breath of her incredible perfume. “I certainly hope so.”

“Oh.” The sound was half-gasp, half-cry. “I just wondered.”

He chuckled and then bent to his work…his utmost pleasure. Slowly, he dragged his tongue over her lips from the back to the front, probing for the hard nub. Ah, there. She stiffened, and this time her cry wasn’t half anything. After a moment, her hips relaxed against the sheet, her legs falling farther apart.

He continued, this time separating her lips with his fingers. Now more exposed, her clitoris fairly begged for his caress, so he flicked the tip of his tongue against it. Softly, barely touching the little bundle of nerves. Her hands found his head, the fingers burrowing into his hair while her breath grew rapid and harsh.

A highly aroused woman. The pride of any real man. And the more excited she became, the more his own sex craved entrance into hers. This may have started as an exercise in tantalizing her, but he’d need the inevitable coupling as much as she did by the time it finally happened.

“Don’t stop,” she said.

“Not until you’ve finished.” Of course, finishing her would nearly finish him. He’d watched and wanted this woman for months, although it felt as if he’d lusted after her for his whole life.

He continued, this time stroking her more firmly, still toying with her. She needed to climax, and he needed to hear her cries ringing in his ears. But for right now, he could enjoy listening to her breath coming in ragged gasps, rising in pitch. Signaling the approaching orgasm. Quickly, he slipped a finger inside her and probed while he continued pressing against her most sensitive flesh. Her muscles tightened around him as her releasing cry built. She’d reached the pinnacle, so he sucked her clitoris into his mouth to make it as good as he could.

The storm broke. The walls of her pussy gripped his finger rhythmically for long seconds. A powerful climax. And yes, she screamed. Exactly what he’d wanted for her first time with him. He stayed with her until she finished and then pulled himself up beside her.

When he tugged her into his arms, she sighed and pressed her face against his chest. “Oh. My. God.”

He stroked her back. “Good?”

“Amazing. I can’t believe…” She pushed herself back and stared into his face. Even in the dim light, he couldn’t miss her expression. Astonishment and confusion. “You’ve done that before.”

“Yes, I rather think so.”

She slapped a palm against his chest. “You’re not a virgin.”

“Who told you I was?”

“Well, everyone. I mean they assumed….that is…”

Hm. Everyone. That would mean the rest of the students in the lab. He ought to be angry, but he’d have to get over being highly aroused first.

“Assuming,” he said. “That’s dangerous, no?”

She stared at him for several more seconds. “You are Dev VonRamsberg, aren’t you?”

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/501302

http://www.amazon.com/Kiss-Frog-Princes-Danislova-Novel-ebook/dp/B00QZCYEX6/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/kiss-the-frog-alice-brilmayer/1120976611?ean=2940150115606

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A day in the life of a romance writer

new promo pictureI know it seems as if my glamorous life as a published author should go like this…

Assistant awakes me at 9:00. The harsh light of day is so inelegant, but one must sacrifice for one’s art. Bubble bath, reading reviews clipped by assistant. Breakfast — eggs Benedict, toast with the crusts removed, mimosa. Dress in satin and jewels. Sit on couch with Poochie to dictate new pages to assistant. Linger lovingly on the “hero’s purple arrow of love.”

This is more like reality.

Wake at 9:00. Curse self. Told myself I’d get up at 6:00 or 7:00. Bath, reading RT. Convinced everyone else in the world is doing better than I am. Dress in grubbies. Feed the stray cat that lives in the backyard. Check squashes for blossoms. Pollinate female flower with male flower– the most titillation I’ll get all day. Breakfast = coffee. Make bed, exactly half of all the housework I’ll do today.

Power up computer, read e-mail. More confirmation everyone else is doing better than I am. Check blog schedule. Groan. What to talk about again? Tweet. Check Facebook. Curse Pinterest because I can’t get my latest cover to upload. Tweet some more.

Check author page on Amazon. Add new book. Delete book about antique spittoons by someone with a similar name. Try to get the blog on author page to work…again. Search among FAQs for help and find none. Add tags for new book. Check rankings. Sigh. Check new 1 star review. Tweet about funny review.

Realize it’s after noon and I haven’t eaten. Decide on sandwich and find no bread. Go to grocery store. Mumble dialogue to self in soups aisle. Return home to find only cheese for sandwich. Make grilled cheese.

Take all electronics..netbook, Alpha Smart, cell phone, and Nook…yard20010004outside to get some writing done. Feed cat. Realize garbage pickup is tomorrow. Haul garbage outside to bins and take to curb. Return to writing. Turn on Nook and play Angry Birds. Check time: 2:00 pm, and I haven’t written a word.

Pound frantically on Alpha Smart. Must do 1,666 words today. Try not to edit as I write. Pray I don’t include something like “hero’s purple arrow of love.”

4:00. Still 539 words to write. Get beer.

5:00 Finish beer and pages and go inside. Cat won’t let me back into the house unless I feed her. Go to computer and upload new pages. Read e-mail. Check rankings on new book. Proof positive everyone else is doing better than I am. Write plaintive e-mail to loops about “woe is me.” Tweet.

Go to make dinner. Discover dishes from last night. Wash dishes…the other half of the housework I’ll do today. Figure out what to make for dinner. Find only pasta and canned chili. Use chili as pasta sauce. Find more of the cheese. Grate same and put on top. Open bottle of wine.

Eat dinner. Settle in front of TV. Watch CSI: Miami. Or New York, who can tell? Or Milwaukee. Play Angry Birds. Give up on CSI and put old movie into DVD player. Fall asleep in front of TV.

Midnight. Get up, turn off DVD and TV. Go to bed.

 

BTW, folks.  If you’d like a copy of my Regency romance, you can nominate it to be published by Kindle Scout.  If the book wins, everyone who nominated it gets a free copy

c and c smallHere’s the link   https://kindlescout.amazon.com/p/2Y0EYO26KDLV4

My blog  http://alicegaines.blogspot.com

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