Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Ten Line Tuesday!!


It's ten line Tuesday and I'm in a racing mood. Thought I'd share a taste of my newest release, my racing novella, Hot Laps! You can get it at Amazon, BN, Resplendence Publishing or ARe, where it's a best seller!



Track Domination Series, Book One

Racing hearts and race trucks…things happen fast on track.

Adam Lowry is known in the racing community as the best crew chief. He doesn’t pull punches or put up with diva antics from drivers no matter what. But there is one man he never quite got over. Will Camden, his former lover and now the latest addition of the Flash Racing team.

All Will Camden needed was a second chance to prove he’s got what it takes to race with the big dogs in the truck series. When he’s asked to fill in for another driver at Flash, he’s determined to make the best of the situation. Knowing his ex is his crew chief is bonus points.

Can they make the jump from being a solid team on the track to solid in bed or will they crash and burn before the end of the race?


Now for those ten lines!!

Will leaned on the shower wall and groaned. The chill of the tiles helped diminish the fever on his skin, but not much. He smoothed one hand over his balls and continued to masturbate. Adam looked so damn hot bound in rope and with a red ass. Tingles radiated from Will’s head to his toes then centered in his groin. His nerve endings buzzed. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t drag enough air into his lungs.

“Adam,” he murmured and increased the speed of his strokes. He gritted his teeth and pulled on his cock, adding pain to his pleasure. More images of Adam came to mind. Adam strapped tight to the St. Andrew’s cross with red streaks crisscrossing his stomach, Adam holding his legs tight to his torso while Will plundered his asshole, holding Adam afterwards and whispering words of love to the only man he’d ever really cared for.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Racing Quotes of the Week

It's time for the Racing Quote of the Week. This week, since the California race was so out of the ordinary, I'm introducing the Doozy of the Week...that one quote that is so over the top it's a doozy!


“...So loose he can’t go higher...”
Well, that’s a problem.

“...Enters the box for a chassis adjustment on the back...”
Sometimes you’ve got to adjust stuff to make it hit the sweet spot.

“...Getting all he can get in that section...”
Lucky guy!

“...My front end is a little free...”
That’s a personal problem, but I’m sure there are lots out there who would happily help out.

“...Too hot on entry, will have to come around. He’d better learn. That’ll bite him again and he won’t like it...”
Hot entry? Well, some do like temperature play. Maybe he should try that. Or maybe he wants to get bitten. Different Kinks for Different Folks.

And now for the Doozy of the Week:

“I’m gonna beat his ass.”
Kinky.

Enjoy!  Next week the circuit takes a break, but I've got plenty more to share. :-)


Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Sara Jay's Boon Collector!


Today I'm featuring fellow Soul Debt author, Sara Jay and her story, The Boon Collector. Check it out!

The Boon Collector
Short synopsis: 
Timid Tisha Sanderson never had much luck in love or life. When a smoking hot demon, Bane, comes to collect a debt from her ex-lover and decides to make her pay up instead, her life suddenly becomes more interesting.

Tisha finds herself on both the giving and receiving ends of torture in Hell as she attempts to escape Bane. As the lines between pleasure and pain blur, Tisha begins to connect with long-forgotten parts of herself. Her completion of the final dark deed grants her freedom.

The question is, does she still want it?


Excerpt:
The closer she got to the kitchen, the hotter she felt. Sweat began to pearl on her forehead. Tisha absently wiped it off with the back of a wrist, wondering why her kitchen lights dimmed so low. She didn’t even own a dimmer switch.

The flickering glow seemed to be moving.

Just as she decided that she was seeing things, Tisha froze in the doorway of the kitchen and stared in shock. Feeling faint, she grabbed the doorframe, only to pull her fingers back instantly from the flickering glow.

The entire kitchen was on fire.

Flames ran furiously up and down the walls in vibrant displays of orange and yellow. Angry red welts slashed at her wallpaper, though nothing seemed to be burning. No smoke could be seen. The room was simply set ablaze.

The hairs on the back of Tisha’s neck leapt up.

“Boo,” a deep, masculine voice growled behind her.

Shrieking, Tisha leaped over the flames into the lit but otherwise empty kitchen. Backing away from the source of the sound, she saw a creature straight out of her nightmares.

He was unnaturally tall and muscular with a lean athletic frame hugged with an expensive-looking suit. Long black hair wildly framed his face in a lion-like fashion, and a goatee of the same shade framed his quirked mouth. Fiery red eyes that matched the flames in Tisha’s kitchen peered at her in amusement. He could have easily been a human wearing contacts, but then there was his purple-black skin. And the long, round-tipped tail.

“You -- you’re -- what are you?” Tisha wailed, cowering back from the creature helplessly. She felt behind her for a weapon but only encountered her burning wallpaper. Oddly, her fingers didn’t burn from it. They only felt warm.

The man casually brushed off invisible lint from his expensive suit, sighing. “You know the answer to that question already, Tisha.”

Something told her he was right. He did seem familiar, but that was absurd! Why would a -- well, whatever he was -- look familiar?

“How do you know my name?” she demanded. She later thought it was a bit of a stupid question, as he was in her house, after all.

“I know a lot of things about you. I know that you were so shy to correct your teachers that for twelve years people called you Tricia instead of your given name. I know that you lived with a deadbeat boyfriend for three months before he left you high and dry, not to mention penniless. I know you’re still wondering why you ever let him into your heart. And I know you’re going to pay his debt for me.”

“I -- what?” Tisha desperately searched around the room for a way out but saw no escape from this strange debt collector or the apparent arson he’d committed in her house. “Look, I don’t know how you know all of that stuff about me, but I can pay you. I still have the house I can mortgage. Please, don’t hurt me.”

“I don’t want your house or your money.” The purple-hued man laughed.

His eyes, so sharp and cruel, crinkled at the corners in juxtaposition. He really looked so familiar -- the angle of his square jaw, the wryness of his smile…

“Your man beseeched me for a boon not long ago and I granted it. I have come to collect. Since he isn’t here, it’s your duty to pay up.”

A parchment scroll suddenly appeared in the air, fully displaying Jeremy’s trademark scrawl. Before she could read it, the faded contract rolled up into itself and disappeared.

“Boon?” Tisha trembled. “You mean like, um, a wish? Are you a genie, then?”

whoosh of hot air blew back Tisha’s hair from her face and instantly, the dark monster stood right in front of her, towering over and nearly touching her.

“Do I look like a genie, my dear?” he murmured into her ear.

“Demon!” she gasped, completely unaware of why she would even guess that term. Now that she had said it, the word fit perfectly, but Tisha hadn’t grown up in a religious household. There was really no reason for her to guess that he would be such a creature.

“Yes,” he whispered, the sound breezing past her cheek.

“You -- you want my soul,” she whispered back, closing her pale blue eyes.

“Yes,” he breathed. “And I have this as collateral for it.” He pinched a lock of her blond hair between his claws.

“W -- what does my hair have to do with it?” she stuttered.

“Your ex made sure he wouldn’t have to pay when he provided a part of you for the spell instead of himself.” The demon shrugged. “It happens sometimes. We demons aren’t a picky bunch.”

No, no! she thought, shaking as a tear slipped down her face. This can’t be happening! It’s not real. I’ll wake up, and this will all be a bad dream.

“You are well awake, sweetheart,” the demon crooned. She heard a rustle of clothing and opened her eyes again. The demon now stood naked, his clothes miraculously unseen in the room.

Dazed, she stared at his body, a body that would’ve been perfect save for the odd, unnatural color and the tail. Even so, his long, lean muscles rippled across his abdomen. A pair of strong, bold shoulders looked ripe for holding on while --

Well, while riding the monstrous cock hanging below, she supposed.

Biography:
Sara Jay’s world is filled with fantasy creatures, mythology, supernatural romance and saucy tales. If it’s smoking hot, and has fur, fangs or wings, it’s Sara’s thing. She enjoys reading and crafting stories that will keep you reading for steamy, sexy and fascinating reasons! Sara hails from the Midwest where she lives with her rugged husband, young daughter and a house full of shapeshifting cats.

You can contact her via:

Sara’s books can also be found at http://www.changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=174



Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Ten Line Tuesday!



It's time for Ten Line Tuesday and I'm celebrating my latest release, Take Me. It's a little off the beaten path as there's a little consensual kidnapping, a married couple and a gay lover. Yep. There's a lot in a little package. Grin. Here's a little bit about Take Me:



"Wanna get away" just got a sexy makeover.

Talia wants nothing more than to shirk her duties on the set of her latest movie. Why? So she can be with her heartthrob husband, actor Ryker Thomas. But she never expected him to kidnap her... or did she?

Available here!

Here's the white hot ten lines!!

She palmed her breast and gave her nipple a pinch. If Ryker were there, he'd have her against the wall and open to his inspection. She shivered. God, he loved to fuck in the shower... the bed, the wall... his trailer, her trailer... anywhere they could have sex. Touching herself didn't have the same effect as being with her husband. He knew where to touch her and where to kiss to make her moan. She hurried to clean herself. Maybe he'd have the phone on so they could have phone sex or something. Anything was better than sitting in her trailer in the middle of the Nevada desert waiting for another day of filming to begin.

On the bed, her phone beeped. Her heart leapt. Only Ryker had the number. Talia pounced onto the mattress and pressed the buttons to retrieve the message.

I have a challenge for you.


Monday, March 18, 2013

Race Quotes of the Week



It's that time. Bristol Baby! There were some real winners in this race and not just the guy on the track. Holy Moly! Read on!

"...shot up the race track..."
Well, let's hope someone cleaned it up.

"...dick goes around..."
They were actually talking about a driver. And yes, no matter how you explain this one, it sounds bad.

"...filling outside..."
Did he fill inside, too?

"...holding your breath, waiting for your spotter and thinking what's taking so long..."
Minus the spotter, that's what a lot of us wonder.

"...too tight on throttle..."
Is that what they call the little man these days?

"...use an opening in traffic to get ahead...."
In what, the conga line?

And the last one...
"...right rear hung out there..."
Find some pants.

I hope you enjoyed them. Do check out the past ones. I've got plenty. Grin.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Sunday Snog - Fire Woman!

Sunday Snoggin' is one of my favorite times of the week. Why? Hot Kisses and Excerpts, that's why! Always so much fun! So what do I have up here for a snog? Why an excerpt from Fire Woman (and yes, that is the Cult song in my head, why do you ask?). Why don't you read along!

Contemp, paranormal, m/f
novella
Glow Book One
Available here from Changeling Press!

She's everything he needs...if he can withstand the burn! Atria Moline isn't your average photographer. She controls fire. Sounds fun, being able to scorch whenever you like? Think again. She's lonely and desperate for the touch of the man who can dance in her flame -- if she doesn't immolate him first.

Zac "Iceman" Frost controls the stage with his band Glow. He's not about to back down from Atria's challenge. He's got secrets of his own and his sights set on her.


“Attie?”

She slapped again. “Hate you!”

Firm hands grasped her wrists. “Attie.”

Blinking, she took in the room around her. Instead of the cloudy, gray muddle of her dream, the bedroom became clearer. Chocolate brown walls ringed with stark white baseboards. A gigantic mirror filled the space above the bed. A shadow blocked the light from the lamp.

“Attie?”

Zac. She touched the outline of her palm print on his cheek. Embarrassment and shame filled her brain. Of all the people to try to harm her, he wasn’t one of them.

“You’ve got one hell of a right hook when you want to get a guy’s attention.”

She forced a snort. “Yeah.”

“Did you dream about him? Like we were… about to make love, but he showed up?” He grasped her palm and kissed the tender skin. “Would you hate me if I said I wanted to?”

“Make love? Now?” she whispered. Yes, she wanted to know every square inch of his body and feel him moving within her. Niccolo and his stupid commands be damned.

Propped on one elbow, Zac cradled her body tight against his and rubbed his nose along her cheek. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment Luc brought you to the studio.”

“Me?” Her voice squeaked. Great. Way to sound confident. With him so close, she saw not only the blue in his eyes, but the rings of azure blending with white streaks along his pupil. A girl could get lost in such a brilliant palette of color. “That’s why I brought you to my most sacred place. The dog likes you, I’m hooked on you. Works for me, now kiss me.” Zac blotted out any response she could come up with and lowered his lips to hers. She opened to him, licking along his bottom lip and tangling her tongue with his.

“Lay back,” he murmured.

Atria did as he asked, but she didn’t take her gaze off him. The whole scene, him there with her, him interested in her -- it had to be a dream. “Zac?”

“Hush.” Kisses fluttered along her inner thigh. “Enjoy.”

Monday, March 11, 2013

Race Quotes of the Week!


It's time for the Racing Quotes of the Week. I was doing these on Thursday for Football, but with the races being on Sunday (or sometimes Saturday), this works better. Plus, I just love posting them!

“...You tell me what to do...”
Ah, I love a good BDSM reference. Power to the people!

"...Don’t slam it down the front stretch..."
You can, but it might be painful...unless you get into that sort of thing. Then, whatever works.

"...Not giving up that spot..."
Well, it might be a good spot. You never know. Maybe it's the sweet spot. *g*

"...CB has JJ way up inside..."
Hinky and hunky. Can we watch?

"...CB has his hands full, boys..."
Hmm... Full of what? Just wondered. Need some extra details.

Enjoy the quotes. Next week features the ones from Vegas, since I"m a week behind. Enjoy the hinky fun!





Sunday, March 10, 2013

Sunday Snoggin' with Wild Flower



How about a hot read with Wild Flower. I just finished the story for Callum, Ansen's cousin in this book. I love both wolves and hope you do, too. Wild Flower is my contribution to the Sunday Snog!!

Wild Flower
Glow Band Book 5
Genres and Themes: Erotic Romance, Novella, Paranormal, Magic, Werewolves

She's the key to his destiny, if he's willing to embrace a position of power.

Ansen doesn't believe he's alpha material. He lives life on his own terms and keeps feelings out of the equation -- until a chance meeting at a Glow concert turns his world upside down.

Willow likes having all access to her favorite band. She lives in the shadows and keeps the band's fan site running without fail. But one glimpse of the dark stranger proves there's more to life than a laptop screen.

But is he too much of a gamble if her heart is the ultimate prize?


And now for that snog!!

A tiny part of her screamed to be careful. She'd been down dangerous roads before. Willow measured her breathing and relaxed into the simple innocence of meeting someone at a concert. The music swelled around them and washed away some of her inhibitions. She loosened up and ground against him.

Mr. Handsome didn't grab her, didn't push her. He moved with her and sang to her. The guy was like a dream come true. She turned in his arms and buried her face against his chest. The song blared around her in a pulsing rhythm, but nothing mattered except her and Mr. Handsome.

He threaded his fingers into her hair and tipped her head. Willow clutched his shirt. What harm could come from a simple kiss? She rose up on her toes and met him for the kiss. The scrape of his five o'clock shadow abraded her cheeks. The cola on his tongue exploded in her mouth.

The music dulled to nothing and the rush of the crowd disappeared. She opened her eyes and stared up at him. For a split second, a flash of yellow colored the blue of his irises. She broke the kiss and jerked backwards.

Mr. Handsome released her. "Sorry. I got caught up in you, Wild Flower."

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Smut Alfresco edited by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse


Sex in the great outdoors is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy
Felthouse.

From the dramatic gritstone escarpments of Derbyshire’s Peak District, to a quiet caravan site in deepest Wales, Smut Alfresco has it all. Whatever your interpretation of frisky outdoor fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you.

Sexy woodsmen, daring couples, rock stars, cougars, map enthusiasts, mattresses, ex-lovers, tour guides, hunky sheriffs and nature reserve rangers all appear in this hot collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Includes stories from: Violet Fields, Demelza Hart, Victoria Blisse, Jacqueline Brocker, Wendi Zwaduk, K T Red, Tilly Hunter, Bel Anderson, Lucy Felthouse, Kay Jaybee, Tenille Brown, Cass Peterson, Jenny Lyn and Nicole Gestalt.

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Being Free

By Lucy Felthouse

Violet slammed down the lid of her laptop with far more force than was necessary. She flinched,
thinking perhaps she might have cracked the screen or broken one of the machine’s internal
components. Then she shrugged, realising she didn’t care if she had. It was her work’s computer,
after all, not hers. If it was fucked, they’d have to replace it. And it would serve them right, too.
Bastards.

The reason she was pissed off was the fact she was in work at all. It was Saturday, and the previous
afternoon her useless boss had dumped a project on her, stating it had to be finished by Monday,
no matter how long it took. He’d then added that he was going away for the weekend, meaning it
was all down to her. The selfish, disorganised wanker. It wouldn’t be so bad, but she hadn’t had a
pay rise for two years, and when she went above and beyond for her job, she didn’t get so much as a
thank you, let alone be paid any overtime. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened,

either.

Well, fuck them. She wasn’t going to be a doormat—or her boss’ scapegoat—any more. Let them try
and sack her—she wasn’t doing anything remotely wrong, and they couldn’t make her working life
any more hellish than it already was.

She stood up sharply, sending her swivel chair careening backwards across the room until it hit the
wall. She shrugged again, she still didn’t care. Let it chip the fucking paintwork, or a bust a hole in
the plasterboard. No one else was there, so nobody could prove or disprove that it had been an
accident.

Pausing to switch the lights off—she was pissed off at her employers, not the environment—she
left the offices, setting the alarm before closing the door behind her. Stuffing her access swipe card
into her handbag, she heaved a sigh of relief. There would probably be hell to pay for her stunt on
Monday, but she’d worry about that then. Right now, she was just desperate to get out. Into the
countryside, or, given she was in central London, to a green space, at the very least.

From where she worked, Green Park was probably the closest, but she figured Hyde Park and
Kensington Gardens were bigger, so she’d be more likely to find a secluded spot where she could
just be by herself. The last thing she needed now was to have to deal with other people.

*****

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Private Hideaway by Wendi Zwaduk


“That,” he inched the Jeep forward, “is our lot number.” Torin drove down the winding path to a secluded area of the campground. No other campers or vehicles were visible. He pulled into a gravel path next to a log cabin. Bright orange mums and daisies blossomed in front of the weathered grey building. “There. We’re off the grid. Kind of.” He whipped out a set of keys. “These are the keys to our private hideaway. No one will bother us because no one knows we’re here. We’ve got a dock and a whole open field down the hill a little ways. Plus, I have a surprise for you.”

Zoe rolled her eyes. They were standing on front of a wooden cottage in the middle of a deserted campground. What possible surprises could he have up his sleeve?

Torin slipped out of the vehicle and walked out of her line of sight. Within moments, he returned with a huge bouquet of roses. “These are for you, my love.”

“Thank you.” She buried her face in the sweet crimson blossoms. “You know how much I love these.” Zoe wrapped her free arm around his waist. “Question. How do you know we won’t be interrupted? We’ve had the paparazzi on our tails for the last six  months.”

“I know and I’m sorry.” Torin offered his hand. “I want to go for a walk.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss. Zoe melted into his touch, threading her arms around his neck. His tongue tangled with hers. Torin hoisted her off the packed earth, then carried her into the cabin. The door slapped on the wall and His growl ripped through her thoughts. “Fuck. Can’t wait.”

His thrusts turned feral and his panting filled the air. He nudged her higher up on the mattress, then rested on his knees and hand. Each thrust rocked her to her core. Torin kept his gaze fixed on her, then released his grasp on her breast.

“Come with me,” he panted. “Come for me, love.”

Until he gave her the command, she hadn’t realised she’d been holding in her climax. Zoe arched her back and crossed her ankles at the small of his back. She dug her nails into his shoulders, despite his T-shirt, and closed her eyes. The tingles turned into a full blown tidal wave of lust and desire in her veins. She cried out and her entire body tensed.

“Fuck.”

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Paws for a Cause with Linda McMaken and DIESEL!!




What I've Learned from my Dog


I’ve been contemplating a lot of things lately. You know how you go for a few hours on one of those mental journey's about life, what you need to change, what is good or how did I end up here journey's? In the midst of contemplating, Diesel the Wonder dog sat at my side, giving me that look -- oh, jeez, she's at it again. Well, maybe there will be a snack in it for me if I sit and give her my best sad eyed look.

Staring into those eyes made me realize that on life's journey all I really need to do is be more like my dog.

Yeap, I’ve discovered that the more I’m around this genius of a dog, the more I want to be like him, well, minus the fleas.  Diesel has life figured out. Here's what I've discovered about life, courtesy of Diesel, the Wonder dog.

1.  Learn to growl.  I will no longer argue with a bank teller who makes a mistake, or scream at that obnoxious service desk cashier, or try to reason with a hormonal teenager.  There will be no more vocal tantrums at stupid drivers, or exasperated explanations to the Bureau of Motor Vehicle workers, instead I’ll just growl. 

This procedure works best. You start slow and low, making the growl last a good long time, nothing too scary, no teeth showing, and then stare at them.  I’ve never gotten such prompt service in my life as I have after using this technique.

2.  Whining and begging 101.  I never really learned to do this one very well and no wonder, I was still clinging to that tried and true foot-stomping, whiny voiced, arms folded over chest technique.  Not anymore.  I have refrained from using the “please, can I, or I really need that or why not?,” ploy and opted for the Diesel version.

Drop your head slightly, (sad eyes help here), peer up and over your glasses, (just peer if you have 20/20 vision) tilt the head to one side, not too far and remain silent.  I was completely astounded by how well this works. I've gotten breakfast made, dishes washed, gas pumped in the car -- thanks Diesel.

3.  Eliminate having to visit the in-laws.  While Diesel loves to run, and go for walks, riding in the car is one of his least favorite things. When we try to get him in the car, he will pant hard, occasionally limp, tuck his tail and collapse on his pillow looking for all the world to be near death. When he does this we feel like resident ogres, and he of course gets to stay on his pillow.

On a recent request to visit certain relatives on the in-law variety, I discovered that his technique really works. I collapsed on the couch, my head stuffed into a pillow I added a slight cough for effect, since I don't have a tail and boom! I got to wave goodbye and have the house to myself.

4.  Learn to play with abandon and avoid real work.  Diesel loves to play, but work? Working for kibble isn't something that this pup does. Taking a hint, I understood how he gets out of this entire work routine.

It's like playing in the snow. You jump right into the snow, kick it off the sidewalk with oversized boots, roll in it, be joyful, than race inside the house just before your paws, uh, feet start to go numb.  Begin shivering, hard, add chattering teeth, and place your furry behind right next to the fireplace. Again this is a good time to drop your head, and peer over your now steamed up glasses.  As cold as you are, you can’t possibly shovel the sidewalk.  

7.  Bury your bones in the backyard, metaphorically. Life is short, whatever bones you need to pick with someone, pick them, bury them and get on with life.  Diesel gets snapped at by his older sibling, loses fur occasionally to an obnoxious nip, sometimes loses a meal or a toy, but within an hour or so he’s ready to play with that older pup.  Bury your bones and let it go.

8.  When all else fails, hide behind the couch, in other words shut up. Not many folks are going behind the couch to pull you and the dust bunnies out, and not of us actually listen when someone else is speaking. No matter what I say, Diesel sits there with his ears perked acting like he is hanging on every word I say. Sometimes, we all just need someone to listen, not comment. So, hide behind the couch occasionally, you'll be surprised what new things you'll learn.



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Linda is the Senior News Editor for Reader's Entertainment News, scriptwriter for COS
Productions (booktrailers) and writes for many other print and online publications.

She is also the author of a humorous romantic comedy trilogy set in Wyoming. Her first book
Baer Truth - Book One of the Three Baer's Trilogy (where a vegetarian punk rocker finds
herself stranded in the middle of Wyoming beef country) was released last year to 5-star reviews.
The second book in the series, Baer Necessities has also garnered 4 and 4 star reviews. She is
also the author of The Granite Rose, an historical set in ancient Rome.

You can find Linda online at:
Website: http://www.linda-mcmaken.com/
Blog: www.makenwords.blogspot.com
Baer Truth Booktrailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MaA8p65oOeo
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/lindamcmaken
Twitter: http://twitter.com/makenwords

Her books can be found at:
Desert Breeze Publishing: http://stores.desertbreezepublishing.com/StoreFront.bok
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/The-Three-Baers-Book-ebook/dp/B005HB1J0W/ref=sr_1_1?

ie=UTF8&qid=1345521283&sr=8-1&keywords=baer+truth
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2. Click on "Make a Donation"
3. Enter a amount you wish to donate. Everibbon will add a small fee to your donation for processing. My fee for donating $5.00 was .49 cents. So keep this in mind when deciding your donation amount. You will receive 1 entry into the giveaway for every $1 you donate.
4. In the box that says "on the behalf of" please put your name. This is the name that will be listed on the everibbon website so put a name you do not mind being visible to everyone. Do not check the box to make a anonymous donation because I will not be able to track your donation to enter you into the giveaways.
5. Next it will ask you for your credit or debit card information.
6. Then it will ask for your email address to send you a receipt. This is so that you can submit it for tax purposes.
7. Ta Da! Your all done making your donation. Now you need to contact Danielle to enter the giveaway.
8. Please email Danielle at RomanceBookJunkiesDanielle@Yahoo.com with the name you used to donate your money. For example the name I used to donate on behalf of was Romance Book Junkies. Do not send me your name off your credit or debit card because I will not be able to see this. Along with the name you used please tell me how much you donated and if you live in the US or are International.
9. Your all done. Thank you for donating!

Warning: Do not try to email Danielle the name and donation amount of another person that is not yourself. If Danielle recieves more than one email with the same persons name and donation amount she will have to ask for your copy of the receipt from everibbon to verify that you are the correct winner. Thank you.

We will have 3 winners for the main giveaway.
We have 2 $65 gift certificates to any online book store.
Also we have a huge box of books and swag from Romance Book Junkies for US residents only.
Good luck to all and thank you for helping make this fundraiser a success.






Monday, March 4, 2013

It’s A Wonder They Even Listen To Us Kemberlee Shortland © March 2013




It’s A Wonder They Even Listen To Us ~ Kemberlee Shortland © March 2013


Do you ever wonder why your dog seems to ignore you?

Do you think if you yell, they’ll suddenly ‘get it’?

A command is simple. Right? “Spot, sit.” Easy. Or is it??

We have two dogs — Daisie and Poppy. They’re Border Collies, which means they’re a LOT smarter
than we are. I mean a LOT smarter. I’m sure Daisie alone could out-think both my husband’s and my
brain power, combined, and still be looking for intelligence among us.




As a former dog trainer, I have a way with man’s, and woman’s, best friends. I’ve had a lot of success
with training methods and studying a dog’s behavior before recommending a training regimen.
But in my own house, things are a little different. While I can get Mr. Smith’s frisky terrier to heel
on lead, I can’t quite seem to achieve the same with our two. But I think that has more to do with
them being sheepdogs than anything else. It’s ingrained in their brains to follow the flock at a short
distance, so keeping them right beside me is a chore. Mostly for Daisie. She likes to be the front dog,
guiding the way, making sure the path is safe for the flock. Poppy is pretty good, but she’d prefer to
heel at my husband’s heels than mine (she’s with me all day as he works away from the home), and
really, she wants to be where Daisie is, which is usually about ten feet in front of the hubs (I bring
up the rear simply because I’m slow). But this really goes beyond the heel. On lead gives us some
control because when we say ‘come’ and they have no choice because we’re reeling them in like
fishes. It’s off lead it all goes to heck in a hand basket. It goes a little something like this —

Fetch: I’ve thrown the ball across the yard and Daisie runs for it. She’s meant to grab it and bring it
back so we can repeat the exercise. Dogs like fetching, right? What she does is pounce on it, give it a
chomp to teach it a lesson for getting away from me, then when she’s sure it’s no longer moving . . .
she walks away!

“Daise (call her name to get her attention), bring it.” She looks up at me like ‘what?’ “Bring it.” She
looks at the ball laying a few feet away. Again, I get the ‘what?’ look. “Dukes, pick it up and bring
it here.” Again, ‘what?’ She starts sniffing around, everywhere but around the ball, and wanders.
“Where are you going, Doodoo? Get the ball.” Now she’s circling the ball, totally unaware it’s there,
though really she does. By now, I’m getting annoyed so my commands become a little clipped. “Day-
see!” She looks up. “Get. The. Ball.” She wanders over, gives it a chew and looks up with it in her
mouth. “Bring.It. Here.” ‘what?’ “Now!” She drops the ball and walks off again. “Doodie!! Bring me
the ball, now.”

Keep in mind that after each command, I give her sufficient time to process the command. I don’t
rattle off commands like gunfire. But still, she wanders around, one ear cocked in my direction
because she’s listening, as always. For what? The sound of my footsteps going in her direction.
When I get about ten feet from her, she grabs the ball and looks at me like ‘Is this what you want?
Why didn’t you say?’ {grumble} Then the kicker . . . ‘Since you’re here . . .’ and she drops the ball
and circles behind me, waiting for me to pick it up and throw it again. I look down, she looks up, she
has ‘that look’. You know the look. It’s the one that says ‘Isn’t this a great game? Go on, throw the
ball.’ And guess what? I do!

Did you see what happened there?

1) Daisie is her name and should always be called Daisie, most especially when I want her to
do something. Like bring the ball. But {sigh} I have a bad habit with nicknames. Daisie, Daise
Dukes, Dukes, Dukie, Duku, Dudu, Do, Daisie Do, Do Dog, D-Dog, Dogdog . . . the list goes on.

2) And, Daisie is smart enough to invent her own games! And it starts when I throw the ball.
She knows eventually I will come and get the ball so she doesn’t have to make the effort
to bring it back. She’s already done her job as a sheepdog by chasing the ball, rounding it
up and guarding it until I (the farmer(?)) comes to collect it. AND she knows that because I
broke out the nicknames and that when I give her a command with the nickname, I really
don’t mean it. Nicknames are used at fun times {like when we’re on the floor and she’s
getting a cuddle or a brushing and she gets babydog talk}. Outside, it’s all fun and games
to her, especially when the nicknames come out. She’ll be eleven in July and has trained us
well!

So really, it’s a wonder Poppy does what she’s asked because she suffers from the same nickname
syndrome — Pop Pop, Pop Dog, Pop-n-Stuff, P-Dog, P-Doggie, Peanut, Pork Chop, Sausage, Little
Sausage, P-Nutty . . .

At least Poppy is more like a real dog. She WILL come back to you with the ball, she DOES respond
to the ‘come’ command, and she’s ALWAYS at my side, even if I’m trying to get into the bathroom
for a little peace, if you know what I mean. To put it lightly, she has a little separation anxiety. But
that’s only because she’s afraid I’ll be away from her too long and she can’t see me, be near me or
preferably ON me. But that’s another story for another day.

Suffice to say, we always say Poppy is like a real dog because she fetches, comes, sits and stays.
Well, mostly stays. She really wants to have us in her line of sight . . . just in case we’re going outside
or doing something with Daisie and she wants to be included. She’s always afraid she’s going to miss
something, and ‘something’ is always fun.

We take them out every day for a run and romp and bring a tennis racket and a ball along. We can
really get some distance on the ball so that Poppy has to run and get it. We KNOW she will bring it
back, every time. If she can’t find it, she will stay out there sniffing around until she finds it. We can’t
even get her back until she does. That ball is like gold and she’s NOT leaving it behind. She loves to
run and she knows that if she brings back the ball, she can chase again until she’s collapsing on the
ground from the effort. Once she’s got her breath back, she wants to do it again.

Daisie, on the other hand, is away with the faeries. She can quite happily entertain herself by flipping
sticks in the air and catching them, walk around with the stick if we’re not playing but just walking
the big field behind us, or lay on the back steps just enjoying being outside, stick at her feet. But
ask her to do something and we either get the above game or the equivalent of the doggie middle
finger.

However, having said all this, we do have our watch words. Those words that tells them we mean
business. And oddly, they’re not ones you’d expect. We didn’t expect them until we realized what
was happening.

One day, I told Daisie to find her stick. She knows that command, like she does all of them—find
means fetch but she’ll have to look for it first. She went to where the stick normally lives outside
when she’s not playing with it and it wasn’t there. I had put it in a small empty planter box to keep
all her sticks together in one place . . . like an outdoor doggie toy chest. “Daisie, in the box.”

Let me just say here that she’s a highly intelligent dog. She knows the names to more than 200 of
her toys, many of which she doesn’t have any more but will still go looking for them if we send her
on a search. Hide and Seek is her favorite indoor game. And believe me, we play it a lot here in
Ireland because it rains to darn much.

So, I’ll hide toys around the house (leaving her in another room on a ‘down-stay’ so she doesn’t
see me) and when I come back I’ll send her searching for toys. I can tell her “Daisie, find Fred in the
kitchen” and she’ll go find Fred in the kitchen. She’ll have to look, but she knows he’s in that room.
Or “Find Fred in the loo” or “Find Fred upstairs.” So when I say “in the box” she knows to look in the
box. But that’s usually a house game. Outside, she hears the command and comes running like her
tail is on fire and gets all wiggly and wants a cuddle.

Hmmm . . . that’s interesting. “Daisie, find stick.” Back to the place where they normally live and she
sniffs around. “Doodoo (there’s the nickname thing again), it’s in the box.” Back she runs, all wiggle
and wanting a cuddle. Hmmm . . . veerrrry interesting. “Doodles, find stick.” Back to the box and she
sniffs around. “Box!” Back she runs. Aaaah! The word ‘box’ is a trigger word for get over here and I’ll
cuddle you. Again, she has me trained! Oddly, the word ‘faster’ gets her moving too, as will ‘car ride’,
but that has her scurrying away. She does NOT like the car.

So, what have I learned from Daisie? a) If I use all those nicknames, it means I’m not really serious
and that it’s always going to be a game, a game she can orchestrate and control. b) If she’s off lead,
she can do what she wants as long as we’re not within arm reach, but she will eventually come back
to us if we turn around and walk away (she never wants to be left behind). And c) if I use the right
word, she WILL come running for a cuddle. And let’s face it. Who doesn’t like a cuddle?

What’s Poppy’s watch word, you may ask? That came from another game called Where’s Poppy?
Wherever she is, she’ll come running. She can be down the field with the hubs and I can be on the
back steps at the house and shout “Where’s Poppy? Where’s Poppy?!” And off she runs, blazing a
streak up the field to the house. Ten feet from me and she leaps into the air like I’m going to catch a
40 pound rocket going 80 miles per hour! She’s like a spastic cat, wiggling all over my legs, trying to
get as close as possible but nearly knocking me over with her enthusiasm, a look of sheer joy on her
little doggie face. Then she hears it again, from down the field this time, “Where’s Poppy?” I give her
a ball and tell her “Find, Daddy” and off she goes, 80 miles per hour, not stopping until she reaches
the hubs.

I started this story with ‘It’s a wonder they even listen to us’ but perhaps it really should have
said ‘It’s a wonder we even listen to them’. Really, watch the signs closely enough and they’re telling
us what they want. Dogs are like infants who haven’t mastered the art of speech. Just as you’d
watch a child for signs, we must watch our dogs for signs. They will always tell us what they want.
You just have to look and listen. And not get annoyed when a game of fetch means you’re the one
fetching the ball!

Kemberlee is a native Northern Californian who has spent the last sixteen years living and working in
Ireland. She is a published romance and erotica author, and co-founder (along with husband, Peter)
and CEO of Tirgearr Publishing. As former dog trainer and canine nutritionist, dogs often find their
way into Kemberlee’s stories. In her novel, A Piece of My Heart, Molly is a combination of both of
Kemberlee’s dogs, Daisie and Poppy.

Kemberlee can be reached online at —

www.kemberlee.com
www.facebook.com/KemberleeShortland
www.twitter.com/Kemberlee
www.facebook.com/Tirgearr.Publishing
www.twitter.com/Tirgearr
www.tirgearrpublishing.com

~~

Paws With A Cause® enhances the independence and quality of life for people with disabilities nationally through custom-trained Assistance Dogs.
PAWS® increases awareness of the rights and roles of Assistance Dog teams through education and advocacy. Founded in 1979, Paws With A Cause is dedicated to helping its clients who are challenged by many disabilities, such as Cerebral Palsy, Muscular Dystrophy, Seizure Disorders, and Hearing Disorders to name just some. Each of our dogs are trained to meet the specific needs of our clients. Tasks may include opening and closing doors, picking up objects, pulling a wheelchair, turning lights on and off, and alerting a person to particular sounds like a telephone, doorbell, smoke detector and many others. Our dogs change lives by enhancing the independence of our clients. By just opening a door, a dog opens up the world for a person with a disability and your donations will go to making that happen. PAWS thanks you so much for your donation and allowing us to open more doors.


Paws With A Cause
4646 South Division
Wayland, MI 49348


How to donate:
1. Go to https://www.everribbon.com/PawswithaCause2. Click on "Make a Donation"
3. Enter a amount you wish to donate. Everibbon will add a small fee to your donation for processing. My fee for donating $5.00 was .49 cents. So keep this in mind when deciding your donation amount. You will receive 1 entry into the giveaway for every $1 you donate.
4. In the box that says "on the behalf of" please put your name. This is the name that will be listed on the everibbon website so put a name you do not mind being visible to everyone. Do not check the box to make a anonymous donation because I will not be able to track your donation to enter you into the giveaways.
5. Next it will ask you for your credit or debit card information.
6. Then it will ask for your email address to send you a receipt. This is so that you can submit it for tax purposes.
7. Ta Da! Your all done making your donation. Now you need to contact Danielle to enter the giveaway.
8. Please email Danielle at RomanceBookJunkiesDanielle@Yahoo.com with the name you used to donate your money. For example the name I used to donate on behalf of was Romance Book Junkies. Do not send me your name off your credit or debit card because I will not be able to see this. Along with the name you used please tell me how much you donated and if you live in the US or are International.
9. Your all done. Thank you for donating!

Warning: Do not try to email Danielle the name and donation amount of another person that is not yourself. If Danielle recieves more than one email with the same persons name and donation amount she will have to ask for your copy of the receipt from everibbon to verify that you are the correct winner. Thank you.

We will have 3 winners for the main giveaway.
We have 2 $65 gift certificates to any online book store.
Also we have a huge box of books and swag from Romance Book Junkies for US residents only.

Good luck to all and thank you for helping make this fundraiser a success.








Sunday, March 3, 2013

Paws with a Cause with Wendi Zwaduk


It's my turn to write a post. Okay, okay. I wrote one already about the cat. But now I'm writing as my alter ego... Wendi Zwaduk. Megan and I aren't really that much different. Megan has more fun. Megan tends to ride the edge more often, but I don't mind. We have to balance each other out. I'm happy to balance.

I thought I'd write a little bit about my dog, Darlington. I'm a sucker for the pet shelter. They know when I go in, I'm battling not to take one of the critters home with me. BATTLING. DH knows this, too. That's probably why he doesn't send me there often.

We'd had a bad, bad storm, complete with bad thunder cracks, lightning, and lots of wind and rain. Dh had been on his way home and saw this 'white dog' down around yonder from the house. He then looked for the next couple days for this 'white dog'. I put the term in quotes because I have yet to see this dog. Anyway, he then decided I (at the time I wasn't sure why) should go to the dog pound to see if the 'white dog' had been turned in. I wasn't sure exactly what I was looking for, but off I went. When I got there I didn't really see any white dogs. Nope. There was a slightly deranged looking beagle and a husky pup and two pit bulls. Then I turned the corner. Still no white dog, but the one who was in the cage had the most pathetic, sad look on her face, I had to see her. She was as you can see below, part basset, part beagle. All stubborn.
I read the tag on her cage. She didn't have long before they'd have to destroy her. Now I have to add, the county where I live does have a plan in place that if the dog is at the pound for too long, it goes automatically to the APL. The APL is no kill. So really, I had nothing to worry about, but I didn't know that at the time. I felt so bad for this dog. She was so sweet and looked dumb, but sad. I had to take her home. There was one... well, two problems. One, we already had a dog. Would they get along? Eat each other? Fight? Then there was Dh. She wasn't the 'white dog'. Would he be okay with another dog in the house?

So I talked to him. He asked me, well, what would you name her? Darlington. I didn't even have to hesistate. He shook his head. "Which book did you get that name from?" Mine. I pointed out where the genesis of the name was and he shook his head again. "If she's there tomorrow, go get her. It must be meant to be."

I went first thing when they opened. Naturally, they couldn't find her at first. So I showed them where she was. Dog tags, a temporary leash and a flat tire later, I took her home. She peed on the floor, the carpet, the rug and the dog bed. She's scared to death of thunder and lightning. Hard rain sends her into a panic. She has separation anxiety and flips out when I leave. She ate part of the front seat of the camper because she got scared because of the fireworks... yeah, she's a bundle of fun. Oh! And she snores. LOUD.

But she adopted me. The other dog we have is one I picked out. APL dog, but she didn't really take to me. She took to the tot and boy, did she take to DH. He's her person. Darlington is my dog. For whatever reason, she cannot let me get out of her sight or at least hearing range. Her favorite game is to 'hunt' for me. She's smelly and loyal and a good tracker. I couldn't have asked for a better dog. Okay, I could've but, this is me and well, perfect isn't really my style.


Paws With A Cause® enhances the independence and quality of life for people with disabilities nationally through custom-trained Assistance Dogs.

PAWS® increases awareness of the rights and roles of Assistance Dog teams through education and advocacy. Founded in 1979, Paws With A Cause is dedicated to helping its clients who are challenged by many disabilities, such as Cerebral Palsy, Muscular Dystrophy, Seizure Disorders, and Hearing Disorders to name just some. Each of our dogs are trained to meet the specific needs of our clients. Tasks may include opening and closing doors, picking up objects, pulling a wheelchair, turning lights on and off, and alerting a person to particular sounds like a telephone, doorbell, smoke detector and many others. Our dogs change lives by enhancing the independence of our clients. By just opening a door, a dog opens up the world for a person with a disability and your donations will go to making that happen. PAWS thanks you so much for your donation and allowing us to open more doors.


Paws With A Cause
4646 South Division
Wayland, MI 49348


How to donate:
1. Go to https://www.everribbon.com/PawswithaCause2. Click on "Make a Donation"
3. Enter a amount you wish to donate. Everibbon will add a small fee to your donation for processing. My fee for donating $5.00 was .49 cents. So keep this in mind when deciding your donation amount. You will receive 1 entry into the giveaway for every $1 you donate.
4. In the box that says "on the behalf of" please put your name. This is the name that will be listed on the everibbon website so put a name you do not mind being visible to everyone. Do not check the box to make a anonymous donation because I will not be able to track your donation to enter you into the giveaways.
5. Next it will ask you for your credit or debit card information.
6. Then it will ask for your email address to send you a receipt. This is so that you can submit it for tax purposes.
7. Ta Da! Your all done making your donation. Now you need to contact Danielle to enter the giveaway.
8. Please email Danielle at RomanceBookJunkiesDanielle@Yahoo.com with the name you used to donate your money. For example the name I used to donate on behalf of was Romance Book Junkies. Do not send me your name off your credit or debit card because I will not be able to see this. Along with the name you used please tell me how much you donated and if you live in the US or are International.
9. Your all done. Thank you for donating!

Warning: Do not try to email Danielle the name and donation amount of another person that is not yourself. If Danielle recieves more than one email with the same persons name and donation amount she will have to ask for your copy of the receipt from everibbon to verify that you are the correct winner. Thank you.

We will have 3 winners for the main giveaway.
We have 2 $65 gift certificates to any online book store.
Also we have a huge box of books and swag from Romance Book Junkies for US residents only.

Good luck to all and thank you for helping make this fundraiser a success.


Saturday, March 2, 2013

Sunday Snoggin' With Take Me!



It's Sunday Snoggin' time here on the blog and I thought I'd take this day to feature my upcoming naughty little short story, Take Me. The blurb says it all. There's mystery, intrigue, and menage! Make sure you read the other Snogs today. You don't want to miss a moment of the heat.


The phrase "get me out of here" just got a sexy makeover.

Talia wants nothing more than to shirk her duties on the set of her latest movie. Why? So she can be with her heartthrob husband, actor Ryker Thomas. But she never expected him to kidnap her... or did she?

Available soon from Razor's Edge Press!

And now for that snog!


“You wore the coat.” Ryker groaned. “God, I’ve missed you.” He kissed along her inner thigh, sending desire spiraling through her system.
Although she wished he’d remove her blindfold, she loved the mystery about it -- more than likely he was the one kissing her leg, but what if someone else watched? She shivered. “Ryker.”
“Right here.” Hands massaged her thigh. “Want to taste you.” Ryker dragged his tongue along her pussy lips, and his nails dug into her skin. “Want you so needy you can’t help it.” Something hard pushed between her legs and invaded her cunt. The object vibrated. A plug? She wasn’t sure, but whatever it was the thing felt like heaven in her pussy.
“I’m there,” she panted. At this rate, she’d never be able to hold back.
“Good.” All the touches on her body stopped. “Just what I wanted.”
She froze. Where was he? No breath on her skin, no hands on her leg and the cool air still swirled around her. “Ryker?” She strained to hear anything other than the hum of the engine. “Ryker?” She trusted him never to harm her. The desire mixed with fear in a heady concoction. Cream slickened her pussy lips and her groin throbbed. Holy hell, he had her turned on.
“I’ve got you on display just like you said in the challenge.”
Talia tipped her head to determine where his voice came from. The challenge. Her heart leapt. She’d admitted she wanted him to whisk her to his side for some sexy bondage play. He remembered.
Like the vibrator?”
The sensations between her legs increased, pushing her closer to coming apart. She balled her fists. “Love it.”
Ryker brushed his fingers across her cheek, and his woodsy cologne curled around her. “So hot to see you right on the edge. No coming until I say so.” He tweaked her nipple. “Can’t wait to fill you with my cock. You’ve missed me?”




Paws with a Cause with J Paulette Forshey




Yvette
We’d gone on vacation, a cruise, when our son sent the message, Belle was gone. Belle was my Jack Russell Terrier and my ‘everything’, protector, best friend, and confidant. She would have been ten in April.
I made it through the rest of our vacation, but the knowing I was going home to a house without her hurt. Double the pain that I hadn’t been there for her in her time of need, her loss put me in a deep depression. I made it through each day but my family behind my back was worried about me. I ate, put on weight, and my writing suffered. Finally in August my husband informed me that I needed another dog in my life. I protested, we had Brandy, she was enough. She and I cuddled on the sofa and went for walks. I was okay. He shook his head and said Brandy was the ‘family’ dog, not ‘my’ dog. I needed a ‘my’ dog.
He asked me what type of dog would I like to have and I mentioned three different breeds; no Jack Russells though, I couldn’t have a dog I’d be comparing to Belle. After researching the breeds, I settled on a Papillon. The internet helped me find breeders with puppies but their prices were astronomical. Then an author friend recommended adopting an older dog. We went through the process of becoming adoptive parents. After two misses, one of which we came to believe was a scam, we were contacted by a Papillon group. They had a three year old female who’d been with them almost six months, abandoned by her owners as a cat chaser, and possibly pregnant. The group sent me her picture and her foster mom and I talked at length on the phone. My past experience as a dog show competitor, groomer, and obedience trainer made me their prime candidate.
I had a writer’s conference in September near where the foster mom lived; we made arraignments to meet afterwards. Yvette was a tiny bundle of terrified fur with huge chocolate brown eyes. One look in those eyes that witnessed one family after another abandon her, sealed the deal. All the way home I held her, stroked her fur and told her she’d found her forever home. That night I expected my husband to lay down the law that Yvette would have to sleep on the floor or in her crate. He’d always grumbled about Belle sleeping with us in the past. Not sure if it was my face, the dog’s, or the combination of the two but he rolled his eyes and said, “Put her on the bed”, where she’s slept every night since.
It hasn’t been all roses, when she’s had a bad day, too much noise and commotion from the grandbabies ages five and three who live with us, she sometimes wets our bed a bit. But then that’s what washing machines are for. And we are trying to trim her over barking; usually a sharp no, occasionally followed by a squirt from a water bottle is enough.
She and I are walking, I’m trying to eat right, and my writing is back on schedule. I didn’t rescue a dog that day in September, a little dog of white and red named Yvette rescued me. 




 J. Paulette Forshey
Award winning author of Deliciously Sinful Romances
Paws With A Cause® enhances the independence and quality of life for people with disabilities nationally through custom-trained Assistance Dogs.
PAWS® increases awareness of the rights and roles of Assistance Dog teams through education and advocacy. Founded in 1979, Paws With A Cause is dedicated to helping its clients who are challenged by many disabilities, such as Cerebral Palsy, Muscular Dystrophy, Seizure Disorders, and Hearing Disorders to name just some. Each of our dogs are trained to meet the specific needs of our clients. Tasks may include opening and closing doors, picking up objects, pulling a wheelchair, turning lights on and off, and alerting a person to particular sounds like a telephone, doorbell, smoke detector and many others. Our dogs change lives by enhancing the independence of our clients. By just opening a door, a dog opens up the world for a person with a disability and your donations will go to making that happen. PAWS thanks you so much for your donation and allowing us to open more doors.


Paws With A Cause
4646 South Division
Wayland, MI 49348


How to donate:
1. Go to https://www.everribbon.com/PawswithaCause2. Click on "Make a Donation"
3. Enter a amount you wish to donate. Everibbon will add a small fee to your donation for processing. My fee for donating $5.00 was .49 cents. So keep this in mind when deciding your donation amount. You will receive 1 entry into the giveaway for every $1 you donate.
4. In the box that says "on the behalf of" please put your name. This is the name that will be listed on the everibbon website so put a name you do not mind being visible to everyone. Do not check the box to make a anonymous donation because I will not be able to track your donation to enter you into the giveaways.
5. Next it will ask you for your credit or debit card information.
6. Then it will ask for your email address to send you a receipt. This is so that you can submit it for tax purposes.
7. Ta Da! Your all done making your donation. Now you need to contact Danielle to enter the giveaway.
8. Please email Danielle at RomanceBookJunkiesDanielle@Yahoo.com with the name you used to donate your money. For example the name I used to donate on behalf of was Romance Book Junkies. Do not send me your name off your credit or debit card because I will not be able to see this. Along with the name you used please tell me how much you donated and if you live in the US or are International.
9. Your all done. Thank you for donating!

Warning: Do not try to email Danielle the name and donation amount of another person that is not yourself. If Danielle recieves more than one email with the same persons name and donation amount she will have to ask for your copy of the receipt from everibbon to verify that you are the correct winner. Thank you.

We will have 3 winners for the main giveaway.
We have 2 $65 gift certificates to any online book store.
Also we have a huge box of books and swag from Romance Book Junkies for US residents only.

Good luck to all and thank you for helping make this fundraiser a success.


Friday, March 1, 2013

Paws with a Cause Kick Off!



I thought for my post today, since it is the kick off for Paws with a Cause, I'd talk about my cat, Vader. I didn't name him. Nope. The tot did that. But he's since adopted me. Let me tell you about him.

Vade (as I call him) showed up a couple of summers ago and decided the tot was the best. Followed him around like a dog. He's a cat, so yeah, it was strange to see. But they were buddies.

Now Vade is black and well, where we live, black cats tend to get... abused. I won't go into detail, but it can be bad. And the neighbor, bless her heart, didn't want more cats. I couldn't let the little guy end up in a bad way, so we let him come into the house. I peeved him by having him fixed and making him play nice with the other cat, but he adjusted.

He's my alarm clock every morning. He's got this idea that I need to have his paws on my lips so I know that, yes, it is time to haul my carcass out of bed and feed him. Then there's the dance down the stairs so I don't trip on him as he winds between my feet. Oh, and the mad dash after he's taken his daily constitutional after being fed. Apparently there's a cat gene that states you must run at full speed through the house, ears back and tail flying, without stopping for anything, then bounce off something and walk away cool like it never happened.

Oh, and have I mentioned his need to help sort promo? Yeah, he does that, too. He's a pill and crazy a loon, but I love him.

Now here's how you can help out:

Paws With A Cause® enhances the independence and quality of life for people with disabilities nationally through custom-trained Assistance Dogs. 

PAWS® increases awareness of the rights and roles of Assistance Dog teams through education and advocacy.  Founded in 1979, Paws With A Cause is dedicated to helping its clients who are challenged by many disabilities, such as Cerebral Palsy, Muscular Dystrophy, Seizure Disorders, and Hearing Disorders to name just some.  Each of our dogs are trained to meet the specific needs of our clients. Tasks may include opening and closing doors, picking up objects, pulling a wheelchair, turning lights on and off, and alerting a person to particular sounds like a telephone, doorbell, smoke detector and many others. Our dogs change lives by enhancing the independence of our clients. By just opening a door, a dog opens up the world for a person with a disability and your donations will go to making that happen.  PAWS thanks you so much for your donation and allowing us to open more doors.
Paws With A Cause
4646 South Division
Wayland, MI 49348

How to donate:
2. Click on "Make a Donation"
3. Enter a amount you wish to donate. Everibbon will add a small fee to your donation for processing. My fee for donating $5.00 was .49 cents. So keep this in mind when deciding your donation amount. You will receive 1 entry into the giveaway for every $1 you donate.  
4. In the box that says "on the behalf of" please put your name. This is the name that will be listed on the everibbon website so put a name you do not mind being visible to everyone. Do not check the box to make a anonymous donation because I will not be able to track your donation to enter you into the giveaways.
5. Next it will ask you for your credit or debit card information. 
6. Then it will ask for your email address to send you a receipt. This is so that you can submit it for tax purposes.
7. Ta Da! Your all done making your donation. Now you need to contact Danielle to enter the giveaway.
8. Please email Danielle at RomanceBookJunkiesDanielle@Yahoo.com with the name you used to donate your money. For example the name I used to donate on behalf of was Romance Book Junkies. Do not send me your name off your credit or debit card because I will not be able to see this. Along with the name you used please tell me how much you donated and if you live in the US or are International.
9. Your all done. Thank you for donating! 

Warning: Do not try to email Danielle the name and donation amount of another person that is not yourself. If Danielle recieves more than one email with the same persons name and donation amount she will have to ask for your copy of the receipt from everibbon to verify that you are the correct winner. Thank you.

We will have 3 winners for the main giveaway.
We have 2 $65 gift certificates to any online book store.
Also we have a huge box of books and swag from Romance Book Junkies for US residents only.

Good luck to all and thank you for helping make this fundraiser a success.