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Mariella had never even come close to exploring th

Mariella had never even come close to exploring the entire Ephemeros, but she'd learned that there were a few places in the dream world that stayed constant. Built by the collective unconscious, the decor and locale might appear different from visit to visit, but the place itself would always be the same. One of them was a dance club. Sometimes it looked like a discotheque. Sometimes, an industrial club. Others, an Irish pub, a WWII-era dance hall, and once, Mariella had found it as a ballroom in a Jane Austen type country estate. But there was always music and dancing, always people looking for romance. It wasn't one of her favorite places to explore in the Ephemeros, but she knew how to find it, and tonight it would be just the place to get what she was looking for.Sex. Straight up, plain and simple, nothing complicated or too kinky. Just some good old-fashioned fucking and a half-dozen or so orgasms. Her expectations weren't too high, Mariella thought with a laugh as the landscape in front of her changed according to the push of her will. The sand in front of each step became clear glass that formed a path snaking through the beach and toward the jagged ebony mountains in the distance. Getting to the dance house wasn't so much about following a path as it was about following a feeling.She could've imagined a car for herself. Or a horse. A unicorn. Hell, Mariella could've flown to the dance club if she wanted to, but at the moment she was content to walk. One foot in front of the other, and though the distance she traveled was much farther than it would never have been in the real world, it took her only a few steps before she'd almost reached it. The landscape changed as she walked. She could've shaped it herself, but instead let it morph on its own. She liked to see what the dreamers did.#ParanormalRomance #SteamyRomance #Ebook #KindleBooks

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Noa is a young woman in search of her ahavatera — true love. Riordan de Cimmerian does not fancy himself the man to fulfill her destiny, but Noa is convinced otherwise. When she approaches him, determined to take what is hers by right, her teacher must decide. Give her what she demands, or throw away any chance at happiness? #romancereads #readingtime #readingisfun #readingabook

Jamison Wolfe was shouting again.

If you could re-read any book for the first time,

If you could re-read any book for the first time, but it was the last time you could ever read it...would you?

The position of lady’s companion at the grand, i

The position of lady’s companion at the grand, isolated Hemford House was meant to save Estelle Glass from the scandal of her own making. But when she arrived at the mansion and was greeted by the stern, mysterious and intimidating Mrs. Blackwell, Estelle began to see what had been meant as a punishment might possibly become more like a reward…if only she could manage to find her place in the dreary household and the service of Mrs. Virginia Hemford, the childlike beauty Estelle had been sent to serve. Soon the secrets of Hemford House begin to reveal themselves, one by one, as Estelle tries her best to take care of Ginny and avoid her confusing feelings for the intimidating Mrs. Blackwell. Estelle finds herself caught up in a web of rules designed to keep Ginny “safe”…but safe from what, exactly?Or from whom?What accident claimed the life of Ginny’s previous companion? Why does Mr. Hemford avoid his wife’s company, no matter how charmingly she tries, and fails, to seduce him? And who’s reaching to take Estelle’s hand in the night with that dark, cold touch?Only when Estelle learns the deadly secret everyone at Hemford House has been keeping can she truly understand what it means to take care of Ginny Hemford…or to be cared for by Rachel Blackwell. Can the women of Hemford House escape the hauntings of its ghosts, or will the past consume them all?#Kindle #AppleBooks #Nook #Print #Kobo

Why do you write? For the money? For the fame?

This month, my name is Mary.

Every month, Joe t

There was nothing extravagant about this room, jus

There was nothing extravagant about this room, just as there was nothing luxurious about the rest of the house, but it was Claire's favorite for one reason. The view. Two windows, one on each end, let in bright light and gave a view of the sea from one and the small stand of evergreen trees on the other.Hoping to catch a glimpse of the ocean, she went to the bed and knelt on it to peer out the window. Claire frowned, then ran her finger along the glass. It came away black with dust. She wrinkled her nose. No wonder the room had seemed so dim. She looked down at the bed's comforter. She remembered it as being a wildly colored patchwork quilt of vivid reds and blues. Now the red looked more like pink, and the blue had faded so much it was nearly white. She blinked, then looked again. Had someone changed the cover? The pattern looked the same, but the colors...the colors just didn't seem right.Claire got up and looked down at the rug. She had bought it in a local artisan's shop four years ago, loving the splashes of color and texture, but not quite willing to have such a crazy piece in her apartment. It had been perfect for the attic room. Now, the colors she recalled as being so vibrant and clashing looked muted. Pale. She bent and touched the twists of rag. It was the same rug...wasn't it?Disturbed, she got to her feet and looked around. The sea air destroyed everything, slowly but inexorably. Things faded. The constant grit of sand underfoot had worn the linoleum in the kitchen downstairs to the wood beneath. Maybe it had worn the rug, too.With a shrug, she put the rug and the coverlet out of her mind. She'd clean the windows and put fresh linens on the bed. Maybe she'd buy a new rug again this year.Feeling better, Claire went back downstairs to the kitchen. A dark shape stood silhouetted in the doorway and she let out a cry. Her heart flew into her throat and she stumbled back.The man stepped toward her. Instant recognition swept over her, and embarrassment flooded her. "You scared the life out of me!"#ParanormalRomance #SecondChanceRomance #RomanceNovella #Kindle #AppleBooks #Kobo #Nook#Bookstagram

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘦

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.For Recreational Intercourse Operative Gemma, patrolling Newcity’s Lovehuts and Pleasurebots isn’t much of a pleasure. But it’s work she clings to after an accident destroyed her marriage and left her with half her body made of replacement parts. She keeps her head down and her mind on her job, waiting for the proverbial hammer to fall. The head of the ruling council is out to make those like her illegal. If anyone finds out she’s mecho, she’s toast.A routine inspection of a Pleasurebot turns into a strictly forbidden—and mind-blowing—sexual encounter. Then she realizes it isn’t an “it” at all. He’s human, and despite the sweet-hot climaxes he gives her, she buries her report to save them both from the consequences.Except he can’t seem to stay away from her, and for a time life seems almost…normal. Until Gemma uncovers Declan’s own deep, dark secret. A secret that could get her fired from R.I.O. Or both of them killed.#SteamyFuturisticRomance #AppleBooks #Kobo #Nook #Kindle #BookGiveaway #digitalbooks #ebooks #lovereading Comment below why you love reading romance! Winner's choice of digital format. (One winner this week!)

The position of lady’s companion at the grand, i

The position of lady’s companion at the grand, isolated Hemford House was meant to save Estelle Glass from the scandal of her own making. But when she arrived at the mansion and was greeted by the stern, mysterious and intimidating Mrs. Blackwell, Estelle began to see what had been meant as a punishment might possibly become more like a reward…if only she could manage to find her place in the dreary household and the service of Mrs. Virginia Hemford, the childlike beauty Estelle had been sent to serve. Soon the secrets of Hemford House begin to reveal themselves, one by one, as Estelle tries her best to take care of Ginny and avoid her confusing feelings for the intimidating Mrs. Blackwell. Estelle finds herself caught up in a web of rules designed to keep Ginny “safe”…but safe from what, exactly?Or from whom?What accident claimed the life of Ginny’s previous companion? Why does Mr. Hemford avoid his wife’s company, no matter how charmingly she tries, and fails, to seduce him? And who’s reaching to take Estelle’s hand in the night with that dark, cold touch?Only when Estelle learns the deadly secret everyone at Hemford House has been keeping can she truly understand what it means to take care of Ginny Hemford…or to be cared for by Rachel Blackwell. Can the women of Hemford House escape the hauntings of its ghosts, or will the past consume them all?#Kindle #Nook #Kobo #AppleBooks #Print

It was the biggest cock Milla Sulay had ever seen.

It was the biggest cock Milla Sulay had ever seen. A full ten inches long, three inches wide and made of clear, bendable plaz-foam, it hung next to a neighbor of similar width and girth. That one had an attached, realistically detailed scrotum designed to hold the battery powered motor that provided the unit's patented "thrust-n-grind" motion. "Take them away," she said to the SRV-S 327 that had shown her to the stateroom. Milla tried to sound bored instead of appalled, or worse intimidated, by the immense "amenities." The servbot couldn't have cared less. Programmed to obey simple commands to the letter and with an extremely limited intuitive function, the SRV-S 327 would turn down her bed, hang up her clothes or draw Milla a bath, but it would perform all of those functions because that was its purpose, and not from desire. It certainly wouldn't make judgments about Milla's bedroom habits, no matter what they were. Or weren't. "As you please, miss," said the servbot in an accent straight out of Olden England. It bobbed its squat metallic body in a parody of a curtsey. "Will there be anything else, miss? Warm bath? Vibro-masturbatory massage? Shall I ring for a Pleasurebot to service you?" The warm bath sounded good, but Milla wasn't interested in being vibrated to orgasm by a faceless, rolling torso made of metal and plaz-glass. The Pleasurebot, on the other hand, was a possibility. "Nothing right now. Thank you." The servbot didn't require thanks any more than it had required an explanation. Its internal circuits whirred faintly and it bobbed again on hidden springs, then turned on the gear wheel it had in place of feet and left the room. Milla closed the door and leaned against it with a sigh before looking around the cabin with a grin so wide it tickled her earlobes. Her first night in her very own cabin, with an entire week ahead of her. A full seven Old Earth-measured days to do whatever she wanted. #SexyFuturisticRomancel #KindleReads #AppleBooks #Kobo #Nook #ReadInBed #ReadBooks #ILoveReading #Bookstagram #Fun #Love #Sexy

2011 RT Convention in LA!

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This month, my name is Mary.

I like big bowls. #applecake🍎 #roshhashana

I like big bowls. #applecake🍎 #roshhashana

The medica was young, perhaps just out of

We like visiting places where movies were filmed.

We like visiting places where movies were filmed. Michael Myers house from Halloween!#repost

L’shana Tovah! #sweetnewyear

L’shana Tovah! #sweetnewyear

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