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Legally Bound and Breach of Contract by J.R. Gray



The last thing Daniel, a hard-working public defender, expected to see the morning after a one night stand was his hook-up staring back at him from the wrong side of the law. Assigned to work his case, Daniel vows to keep things professional with Rafael but has a hard time controlling his craving for dominance, the control, and the connection they shared.

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Rafael, a paid Dominant in the Chicago underworld, has been dealing with a cop problem for far too long. Used to sex with no emotion, he’s entranced with Daniel’s submission, his innocence, and…could there be something more?

Can Daniel clear Rafael’s name, keeping him out of jail and in his life, with the odds, a cop, and the mounting evidence against them?

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Author Bio:
When not staying up all night writing, J.R Gray can be found basking in the warm glow of the Miami sun, or at the gym where it’s half assumed Gray is a permanent resident. A dominant, pilot, and sword fighting enthusiast, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. Gray frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns, to jot down nonsense. The bane of Gray’s existence are commas, and even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder.


If Gray wasn’t writing…well, that’s not possible. The build up of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave or possibly a mental institution where the tales would end up on the walls in crayon and finger paint.
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Blind Dates by Maggie Wells

Hello, my lovely Lagniappers! We’ve visited a few times now, so thought I’d share a couple of the experiences that shaped my perceptions of romance. When you read this, you will understand why I seldom write a love scene where the action plays out smoothly.

People have asked where the inspiration for my latest release, The Last First Date, came from. The answer is simple: It sprang from the sad story of my one and only blind date.

You see, in the spring just after my first annual 29th birthday I was in a dry spell in my dating life so arid I could hear the air around me crackle…You get my drift? A friend wanted to set me up on a blind date with the cute new guy in her office, and I was just desperate enough to agree.

I’m glad to say, he lived up to the hype. I nearly swallowed my tongue when I opened my door. The guy was gorgeous. We planned to go to a 9PM show comedy show, but we were early so we went to the bar next door to pass the time. I’d love to blame the booze for what happened, but I’m not that much of a lightweight. I was stone cold sober when we walked approximately 100 yards from the bar to the comedy club.

And I tripped.

Over nothing.

Did I stumble a little? Did I flail and catch myself?

Uh, no.

I took a flier, landing on my arm and bouncing my forehead off concrete. The fall was so spectacular that people waiting to get into the club left the line and hurried to help me up while my date stood staring at the clumsy lump on the ground.

Of course, I was mortified. I brushed myself off, insisting that I was fine and trying to laugh about it.

Did I mention the dating dry spell? Yeah…So…The date must go on!

I excused myself to clean up. Once in the ladies room, I promptly fell apart. The other women were sympathetic and consoling. Cool paper towels were pressed to the growing knot on my head. Cosmetic bags were produced and my face was fixed. They even combed my hair to cover the massive lump on my forehead.

Before I knew it, I was handed a cup of ice water and given a gentle shove back out into the lion’s den. I laughed my way through the comedians, but by the third act I came to realize my head wasn’t what was bothering me as much as the odd weakness in my left arm. By the end, I couldn’t lift to applaud.

When my date asked if I wanted to go somewhere else, I told him that I really didn’t feel well and I thought I should call it a night. My roommate was staying at her boyfriend’s that night so I called her, leading with the headline, “I think I broke my arm!”

One painful x-ray later, my fears were confirmed. I was broken.

Doped, plastered to the shoulder, and over the whole dating thing, I spent the rest of the weekend with my matchmaking girlfriend and faithful roomie by my side. I never heard from Mr. Blinddateman again.

The moral of the story? Dating can be hazardous to your health.

That’s why I had to write the story of a blind date gone tragically wrong. And what better night for the world’s worst date than New Year’s Eve. This was the inspiration for The Last First Date.

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First date number forty-eight comes to a screeching halt for Detective Langley Sheppard when his date lifts a pack of gum from the local convenience store. But things start looking up when he encounters spunky damsel-in-distress Jessica Vickers, who’s stranded in the store parking lot. Now Lang is about to discover that on a night when everything goes wrong, falling for Jessica feels spectacularly right.

**Comment below and tell me your dating horror story (you can make one up if you wish), and I’ll give one reader a digital copy of The Last First Date! Contest ends 9/18 at 11:59PM EDT.**

By day, Maggie Wells is buried in spreadsheets. At night she pens tales of people tangling up the sheets. She’ll tell you she’s a deep down dirty girl, but you only have to scratch the surface of this mild-mannered married lady to find a naughty streak a mile wide. The product of a charming rogue and a shameless flirt, she just can’t help herself…that’s part of her charm. You can find her online at




Picking the Ending by Decadent Kane

A Hint of cayenne was a challenging book for me to write. Cayenne was so wild and hot headed I had to find the right ways to challenge her. Originally cayenne didn’t end with the drow. Actually Cayenne ended with her tied to a tree covered in honey. It was quickly pointed out to me by my good friend that while it made a good ending, it wasn’t a finished story and left the readers wanting, which is what I originally wanted to do, but after careful consideration, Cayenne’s sister gave me some great ideas and I followed through with them. I think it made for a much more satisfying ending.

I don’t generally feel endings should always end ‘happily’ but I do always want to satisfy my readers. Endings that stop abruptly, or leave a reader hanging out there too far, often irritate readers, and that is the last thing I wanted to do with cayenne’s story. She had such a unique tale and I wanted readers to leave her in good graces.

Book Blurb: A Hint of Cayenne

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Cayenne and Hawthorn go toe to toe as they compete against each other, and their attraction, for a bounty that could solve everything…for one of them. Hawthorn has a gambling debt to pay, and Cayenne wants to provide a real home for her sister.

Heat flares between the two despite their differences, which infuriates Cayenne to no end. Hawthorn wants to wring Cayenne’s neck, right after having his way with her. However, his gambling demons come back to haunt them both. The dark drow don’t take kindly to having someone welch on their debts. Can Hawthorn get out of trouble with a dark elf before Cayenne and her sister pay the price? 

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An elfess in human form, Decadent enjoys dipping her fingers into the human realm where she took pen to paper and began the tales of the trouble with elves. Her obsessions include reading, Dean Winchester, and honey.

She will devour your soul with glimpses of the feral ridden drow elves, with their dark skin and soul consuming. She’ll sneak morsels of naughty thoughts to you via goblins, and seduce you into stepping inside the elven realm where females disappear when lust takes over among other elfish troubles.

Beware the sprites.

Follow the wisps.

But never look a drow elf king in the eyes…

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Spreading My Wings by Charmaine Gordon

My background had nothing to do with writing. First a good daughter, then a good wife and mother of too many during the Korean War. All I knew was good. Service wives learned to button up; secrets kept during the war especially the Strategic Air Command where my pilot husband learned to fly an atom bomb mission wives never learned about for many years way after the men left the service. Something dreamed up by the brass who flew desks at the pentagon never came to fruition, thank heaven.

As for me, I didn’t learn to spread my wings ‘til my youngest and only daughter turned about sixteen. After moving to NY to settle down, I performed in community theaters. One day, a professional actor suggest I step up to the big city and make my way. The beginning of a new way of life. I took classes at night to learn acting for the camera and commercials and soon, with a lot of luck, I became a small fish in the big pond in NYC on stage, daytime drama on TV, commercials and still returned home in time to cook, tidy up, work with my husband, the love of my life, and manage a big household.

Catastrophe struck toward the end of the run of an off-Broadway play. My voice began to fail. I knew I couldn’t continue on stage or in any phase of acting. What to do with all the creative juices flowing? A friend suggested that I write. And a new career began at age seventy four with nothing more than an idea for a story. Like a primitive Grandma Moses of the art world, I didn’t know anything about writing but I knew a lot about scripts. And what a privilege watching Mike Nichols and Rob Reiner direct, to name of few. Then working with Harrison Ford in Working Girl, Anthony Hopkins in The Road to Wellville where I picked up techniques. And what a kick singing with Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan during a break in When Harry Met Sally.

My advice to newbies is watch and listen and never give up. If I could achieve so much, so can you. My first book, To Be Continued, submitted to Vanilla Heart Publishing led to a contract and now the book is optioned for a television movie. At age eighty three, I still have a long way to go. Sixteen books published and I’m working on Book 2 for River’s Edge.

My latest release is Housebroken, Book 1 in the new series River’s Edge. No, it’s not about a dog. Empty nest syndrome has come to a couple after the third child moves.



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Sally and Steve Atwood must make a big adjustment – a fair number of them, actually – when after thirty-five years, three grown children, and a lifetime of memories, they are alone, together, at last… And, then they found River’s Edge.


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Years of experience as an actor on daytime drama. Stage, spokesperson and commercials plus writing sketches for Air Force shows helped prepare me for the wonders of a writing career. Of course, I didn’t realize it at the time when immersed in the written words of others, that I was like a sponge, soaking up how to construct a scene, write dialogue, and paint the setting.

My writing effort came later when I wrote a two page story, sent it to son, Paul who commented, “Cool. Can you write ten pages?” Seemed impossible but the story poured from my fingers and seventy thousand words later, I typed The End.

I kissed my acting career goodbye, leaving on a high note with the lead in an Off Broadway play, “The Fourth Commandment” playright Rich Knipe. It was great fun and time to move on. Movies like “Working Girl”, “Road to Wellsville” and having the pleasure of Anthony Hopkins company at lunch, working with Mike Nichols in “Regarding Henry” and singing outside with Harrison Ford, crying with Gene Wilder over loss on another set, When “Harry Met Sally” with the whole gang singing It had to be You. Lots of fond memories. My first job as stand-in leg model for Geraldine Ferraro in a Diet Pepsi commercial with Secret Service men guarding her and her daughters. A sweet time.

But nothing –oh nothing—is sweeter than a publisher saying, “I want to publish your book.” So many writers long to hear those words. I am joyous to have heard them from Kimberlee Williams.

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