As a Multiple Sclerosis patient, it has become necessary for me to reinvent myself. I have ... and continue to ... refuse to lie down and die, or in this case, follow the normally prescribed drugs and treatments that do nothing to defeat my disease. I am not only surviving by pursuing alternatives, I am thriving. I do the things specialists told me I would never be able to do. I walk and hope to one day even run regularly. I retain my cognitive and creative abilities for the pleasure of my readers. Although you may never see me on my daily walk, you are welcome to read my novel(s) and in doing so, come to ask yourself, "How can the 'out of the box' protocol she has followed, help my loved one with an autoimmune disease like Multiple Sclerosis?"


Sizzlin' Saturday

Congratulations to this weeks winners: Tina Pinson has won an electronic copy of Texas Promise and Donna Weaver has won a electronic copy of Texas True.

Okay, get ready 'cause this one is smokin' HOT!
(This is probably the hottest scene I've ever posted. You are forwarned sweet readers!)

Texas Promise-Kissing Scene (Celia Yeary)


A whisper of a touch brushed his hair. He froze, knowing Jo stood behind him, caressing, and teasing. She lifted her hand again and barely brushed his bare shoulder. He heard her short breaths and smelled her scent, now more pronounced. The musky aroma from his woman floated to his nostrils. With delicate movements, she tentatively reached up to untie the thong, releasing his hair down his back. Her fingers softly moved down his hair, downward to his bare skin, and around his waist.

With a tormented groan, he grasped her hand and pivoted to face her. Wishing to understand his own feelings, he stood still, peering into her face, barely visible in the pale light. He leaned toward her and brushed her lips lightly, testing, tasting. The passion he felt was unmatched by any event in his life. The rapturous fire electrified him, burning through his skin and body, all the way to his heart and soul.

There was no holding back now. He cupped her face with his hands and took possession of her mouth with hot, open-mouthed kisses. Dalton kissed along her jaw to her ear, and he ran his wet tongue around the shell and onward to her neck. Kissing, sucking, and biting, he claimed every inch of her body.

The lovemaking began, in the manner he should have done before, so that she knew without a doubt how much he adored her.

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Barnes and Noble

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