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Congratulations to Paula who won the signed and caressed copy of Tempted in my Summer Movie Contest!

Stayed tuned for more summer movie contests to win your very own signed and caressed copy of Tempted!

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Another snippety-doo-dah…before I turn in for the night. I could keep going, but I will be sad and tired in the morning.

EXCERPTY SNIPPETY DOO DAH:

He straightened at the familiar way she, a stranger, addressed him. “I thought for sure you’d gone for good.”

She looked at him solemnly, her eyes narrowed, before she shook her head. “No. I haven’t gone.”

Unexpected relief rushed through him, and he cursed it as much as he’d cursed his prick’s interest before. He didn’t want to wish to impress her, no matter how nice it had been to hear her praise the job he’d done. His gaze fell upon a few of the items he’d yet to tidy – one of them a small portrait of Larissa he hadn’t been able to figure out where to put.

Larissa had ever wanted what she didn’t have; she thought nothing of stealing a lover or wheedling someone out of a bauble if she thought it would suit her better than it would a companion. She’d kept Alaric longer than many of her suitors and accepted his proposal, but she hadn’t become his wife.

Yet how would she feel should she see him on bended knee to another? She could scarcely bear to watch her favorite horse being ridden by a groom or her cast-off gowns on the backs of her servants. How would she feel to see Alaric bent to another woman, even one hired for the purpose?

Perhaps especially one such as that?

Alaric looked the Handmaiden in the eyes. “I plead your mercy for my behavior earlier. It was inexcusable.”

“It was excusable,” she said quietly. “Perhaps not pleasant, but you had your reasons. However, I expect we shall not need to ever have such a discussion ever again.”

By the Void, he’d struck her, hadn’t he? If not struck, shaken. A flash of the memory came to him and the heat of shame sent him to his knees without a second thought. “I plead your mercy,” he muttered. “I should never have taken a hand to you in that manner.”

After what felt like a lifetime, he felt the soft touch of her hand on top of his head. He lifted it to look at her. The Handmaiden, whose name he still didn’t know, gave him such a look of sweet compassion he wanted to weep.

“I forgive you. Make no more of it, Alaric. What matters not what you did but what you shall do.”

“And…what shall I do?” He asked.

She smiled. “Why, whatever I tell you to, of course.”

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I suggest you try some. He’s good.

Oh, and HE is giving it away free, because it’s his to give away. Don’t go downloading his stuff and then uploading it to file-sharing sites and giving it away for free, because that’s wrong and you suck.

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So I’m working on Pleasure and Purpose and I’m really enjoying it, and I thought I would share a snippet.

You won’t know what it’s about or what’s going on, but you can maybe just enjoy it anyway.

Alaric’s first-hand experience with the Sisters of Solace was limited to two, exactly. Stillness and Honesty were both sent to soothe his friends and both had stayed. If that was what his friends had in mind for him, he wanted no part of it.

“Love.” He sneered the word and stood at his full height so she’d have to tip her head back to look at him. So she could not possibly look down on him. “Is that your intent? To make me love you so I find peace and help you fill your bedamned Holy Quiver? You wish to use me to help you fulfill some stupid prophecy? And you’ll do what it takes, won’t you,” he added without giving her a chance to answer. “I know how you work.”

Alaric staggered at the force of his words, still unsteady on his feet despite the cold bath. His gut churned and head pounded in sick-making counterpoint to his heart beat. He could taste herb on the back of his tongue and below it the flavor of worm, but below that, even more terrible and lovely, the scent and taste of XX clung to his senses as though his blood had been turned to it. His fingers curled again to scratch at his belly, where the sleeping dragon was waking. He needed more XX. It would soothe the itch and the ache and take him away into darkness better than any woman ever could.

“I will never love you,” he spat out. “No matter what you do.”

All traces of amusement slid from her expression and all warmth left her tone. “I do none of this for love, Alaric. I do this as my duty and my purpose and on occasion my pleasure as well, but I do none of this for love.”

XX is an as-yet-unnamed drug of some sort. Bad stuff.

And I’m getting back to it! Wheeee!

Oh. And just because…

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Maintenant, regardez ma livre en Francais!

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I got a makeover! Check it out at www.meganhart.com — which you can access at the links here on this pretty new blog! Woo hoo! Tell me you love me! Tell me I’m pretty!

LOOOOOOVE MMMEEEEEEE!

Oh, and in case you didn’t watch my video diary from yesterday, here’s a picture me and Secondhand Serenade — yes, I know I kept saying SECOND SERENADE. It was late, I was tired.

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