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A Midsummer Night’s Dream Man

A Midsummer Night’s Dream-Man
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Summer guys are something special. I live in SoCal and spent the afternoon just up the coast from where It’s Just Love takes place. Growing up here, to me, surfers and beach volleyball players are the guys of summer. There’s something incredibly sexy about a guy leaping into the air and falling in the sand laughing…or paddling out into the waves and riding them in all the way to the shore. And if he has long, sun-streaked hair and broad shoulders…even better. I Boogie Board…but I think if I actually got on a surfboard I’d probably bonk someone in the head or othewise endanger the beach-going public. But I love watching. I guess that makes me a surf voyeur! 🙂

Definitely the men to dream over on a warm summer night. Or to write about.

My hero, Gage, in It’s Just Love isn’t a typical beach guy. He’s gotten a little too far away from his days at the beach, tied up in his career and has forgotten how to have fun. He’s dangerously in charge of losing his sexy factor. He never even has time to play on his sailboat.

A love-potion selling witch/beach bunny like Coral should be the cure for what ails him, right? If only they could see the possibillities!

Coral Nixie is living her dream. Her cottage is blocks from her beloved beach and a haven for those seeking answers for their relationship problems. And so what if her own love life is non-existent? Helping others and surfing should be enough for anyone, even a virgin, slightly lonely witch.

Gage Middleton is a successful author and relationship counselor. His “factors” can indicate the success of any relationship, and he’s about to propose to his own perfect match. Until Ms. Perfect dumps him and he has to go on TV and defend his theories against a ridiculous hippy witch with the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen.

On a dare from the host, the two set out to follow another couple on their first three dates. Gage and Coral have nothing in common—and neither do the man and woman they follow—but they hadn’t counted on their own attraction to each other. Can they let go of their stubborn beliefs and accept that there’s nothing to prove? It’s Just Love.
It's Just Love

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It’s Just Love

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It's Just Love
It’s Just Love by Kate Richards

Matchmakers sometimes need a little help with their own love lives.

Coral Nixie is living her dream. Her cottage is blocks from her beloved beach and a haven for those seeking answers for their relationship problems. And so what if her own love life is non-existent? Helping others and surfing should be enough for anyone, even a virgin, slightly lonely witch.

Gage Middleton is a successful author and relationship counselor. His “factors” can indicate the success of any relationship, and he’s about to propose to his own perfect match. Until Ms. Perfect dumps him and he has to go on TV and defend his theories against a ridiculous hippy witch with the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen.

On a dare from the host, the two set out to follow another couple on their first three dates. Gage and Coral have nothing in common—and neither do the man and woman they follow—but they hadn’t counted on their own attraction to each other. Can they let go of their stubborn beliefs and accept that there’s nothing to prove? It’s Just Love.


Dungeon Time Kindle Giveaway

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For the past five days, I offered Dungeon Time free, and the response was tremendous. As a thank you, I will give away a kindle on the 4th of July, just visit my author page (liking it would be cool, too, and answer the question! Rafflecopter is in charge, since this is a pretty cool prize and I want to be fair!

Here is a sample from Dungeon Time: Edward closed the door with a soft click and approached, Nikes squeaking on the wide oak boards. “I like my comforts.” He stood just behind her, his breath soft on her cheek. “Did you want to take a swim in the pool? The water is warm.”
She shivered, something about the way he said “warm,” implying so much more. “I don’t have a suit with me.”
“Perhaps another time.” He rested his hands on the sill, on either side of her, smooth muscled forearms with a light sprinkling of dark hairs drawing her complete attention, but then he pushed away and left her there, alone with the moonlight glinting off the dark ocean and the swimming pool. “I’ll call for pizza. Pepperoni okay?”
“Yes, fine.” What if he had suggested she swim without a suit? Would she have done it? Not usually, but on the day of her independence, with so many other extraordinary things happening, maybe.
While he ordered their dinner, Ana focused on the pool, imagining him in there, stroking back and forth with the moon shining on his skin, lighting his hair. Muscles low in her belly tightened and her panties dampened.
“Wine?” He reappeared at her side and handed her a heavy goblet. “I hope you like cabernet.”
Her cheeks heated “I’m surprised you trust me with it, after my behavior earlier.”
Edward rested a hand on her waist and turned her away from the window. “Oh, yes. Not a good policy, getting tipsy during the work day.” He took her arm and led her to one of the deep sofas, against the side wall. “You were a bad girl.”
Reckless with freedom, she giggled. “Yes, I was. Someone should take me in hand before I run completely amok.”
“I think I’d like to see what you’re like, running amok.” Drawing her down at his side in the deep cushions, Edward took the glass from her hand and set it on a side table.
“Wait, I didn’t have any yet.”
“Before you do, I want to taste you. Then you may have your wine back.”
She tipped her head back and licked her lips. Taste me? Edward smoothed her hair from her face and cupped her chin. He held her gaze, his eyes alight with a gleam that sent a thrill of fright and arousal right to her core. I am so out of my depth with this man. Coherence fled when his lips descended on hers. No softness, no giving, only taking. His tongue parted her lips and plundered her mouth, circling, dancing, and retreating, stroking against her own; rough velvet that left no part of her sane.