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?"

Sizzling Kisses and oh! This weeks winner!

We love KISSES especially first ones: A PASSIONATE LOVE: Lord Sutcliffe meets a pretty miss on a dusty country road and rescues her from her embarrassing dilemma. It must have been magic as his intention was only to steal a quick buss. Instead he is astonished to find himself involved in a passionate kiss which leaves him shaken to the core. Frances, the vicar’s daughter, should have put that impudent, frivolous lord in his place. Why she responded to his kiss the way she did, she’d never know. She knew she should not have, but the feelings were just too delicious to resist.

EXCERPT: “Probably all a dream anyway.” He shrugged and then quick as a wink reached an arm around her waist, pulled her close, and planted a firm kiss on those rosy, pouting lips.

“Do not disappear in a puff of smoke, little sprite, or turn me into a frog, will you?” he murmured as his lips descended again. No doubt he was under a spell where normal rules and customs were suspended and fairies, elves, and wood nymphs cast their magic on unsuspecting but willing passersby.

He drew a deep breath as his lips gently, then more firmly, covered hers, warm from the sun and temptingly pliable. The fiery-haired sprite’s mouth dropped open. She uttered a small squeak at the exact moment Richard’s lips settled firmly on hers. He was deep in his own imagined world with an enchantment leading him into mischief. Those seductive lips parted to give him an easy entry. Richard, certainly no slow top, slipped past her guard and gave the kiss more heat and energy than he had originally intended — with amazing results.

Magic fairy dust, indeed! The sun overhead blessed the kiss with an explosion of light as warmth spread across their shoulders.

After an infinitesimal pause, the young lady leaned toward him and responded to the touch of his lips on hers. Her eyes fluttered and closed. One arm held her basket, but the other rose in a tentative motion to clasp him by the shoulder. Had she pulled him closer?

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Here is another sizzling kiss from my contemporary SANDPIPER AFFAIR:

She felt he was asking her permission and she answered as she kissed his palm and heard a sharp intake of his breath. She leaned her head back and offered him her lips and the smooth column of her throat. He tightened his hold on her waist and with his other hand cradled her head. Pulling her firmly against him, he bent down to kiss her lightly, pulling back before she could return the kiss.

She entwined her hand in his hair and pulled his face firmly down to her lips. So soft, so different from the muscles of the hard shoulder she gripped. She could feel his hand bury in the hair at the back of her head. As her hair clip lost its grip, her hair cascaded, as slow as warm honey. His fingers threaded through her tousled curls and he rubbed them against her back and bare shoulders. Sensuous feelings raced across her skin causing her to shiver slightly. She felt him breathe deeply, almost as if he would inhale her.

"You chilly?" he asked wrapping long arms securely around her.

"No," she answered with a murmur burying her head against his shoulder. They broke apart a little. Adam leaned his forehead against hers with both hands on her bare shoulders. Their bodies met and firmed as they strained to get closer.

"Oh my," said Abby. "Are you always such a hospitable host?" Despite the tingling in her body, she couldn't help but remember the sight of him kissing Miss Chestnut and Silk at the party.

"I reserve such personal attention for very special guests only," he whispered as his fingers traced her lower lip, passed along her jaw line and paused to slide in a pattern around her ear lobe. Abby could hear the huskiness in his voice.

He leaned down to kiss her again, pulling her closer, tightening his grip against her soft form as he pulled her against his hard muscular one. She opened her mouth willingly to welcome his. His lips folded gently then firmly over hers and she felt his tongue slip hungrily inside. Oh yum, she thought, as she did a virtual float through the most heavenly soft air while gorgeous pink clouds shimmered just behind her eyelids.

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