Sun Signs

Leo rules from July 23 to August 23.  My mother is a Leo so this is an important zodiac sign to me. Information on this blog has been taken from the Complete Book of Astrology by Caitlin Johnstone.

"Drama is life with dull bits cut out."
Alfred Hitchcock (film director), Leo Sun sign, born 13, August 1899.

When looking at our zodiac signs, I think we all want to know about ourselves. What characteristics do we share with others who were born in the same time period.

Just what are the basic characteristics of this sign?
Personal creed - I will


Element - Fire

Quality - Fixed  (I'm not quite sure what that means.)

Psychological Type - Intuitive

Colours - Gold, scarlet

Body Parts - Heart, upper back

Birthstone - Peridot & Sardonyx

Flowers - Marigold, sunflower

Trees - Citrus,walnut, olive

Food - Honey, cereal, most meats, rice

The Leo Character:

"When the Babylonians were first looking up into the sky, their bellies full of wine and their heart full of song, the Sun was considered the brightest star in the universe. Of course, we now know that the Sun is one star in a galaxy of many in a universe of many galaxies. But no one told Leo that.

Leo is the only sign to have the Sun as its astrological planet. Leos continue to think the universe revolves around then... in a good way, of course. Two key words for Leos are magnanimity and bonhomie."

From Zero To Sixty In One Minute

Shapeshifting

Shapeshifting has appeared in literature throughout the ages. It seems the appeal has always been in the forefront of the human mind. Mythology, folklore, fairy tales and even Shakespeare have included shapeshifting in stories. If a character is able to change its form into another person, creature or entity we call this shapeshifting. (according to Wikipedia) If the shape change is voluntary, its cause may be an act of will, a magic word or magic words, a potion, or a magic object. If the change is involuntary, its cause may be a curse or spell, a wizard's or magician's or fairy's help, a deity's will, a temporal change such as a full moon or nightfall, love, or death. The transformation may or may not be purposeful.

According to the element Encyclopedia of Magical Creatures by John and Caitlin Mathews:

Shapeshifting originated as part of many of the cultures that depended upon hunting to survive. This primal ability is still seen among the Bushmen of Southern Africa. Hmm...are they saying shapeshifters really exist?

This is a very interesting note and I would love to see proof. While I might be a believer in faeries, I'm not sure I can believe in shapeshifting.

Reading further, they are not actually saying the Bushmen change shape. They say the men follow in the tracks of animal prey, run like the animal they are chasing and make cries similar to that animal.

In Catching Meara when Jace turns into a jaguar he is able to run as the jaguar. In his human form he is fast but no marathon runner.

Fun fact: Did you know jaguars can go from zero mph to sixty mph in one minute.

What do you know about shapeshifter?
More to come next Saturday.

Guy Day Friday! Woohoo...

Damian Andrews is the guy of the day. He is a smuggler. But...he doesn't smuggle French brandy as he pretends. Damian has a heart of gold but finds himself involved in a wager with two other men. A wager he wants to win because Amorica has captured his heart.

Excerpt

He felt her tremble more fiercely. He pushed away from her, furious with himself. He rose. He saw her eyes widen with amazement. She sat up, quickly pulling on the ties of her gown.

He bowed to her, mocking himself as well as their sham of a marriage. "Pleasant dreams."

"You're leaving," she said quickly.

"You want me to stay?" he queried softly, leaning close to her, feeling the warmth of her once more.

"I--" she began but it seemed she did not know what to say next. She paused, moistening her lips. He could see her pride battling with her absolute relief that he seemed to have second thoughts.

"You need to remember what you want from me, Amorica. Bloody hell, I think I need a drink." He turned and started for the door.

To his amazement, a pillow hit him. "How dare you. How dare you seduce me and--" she began.

He did not give her time to finish. "And walk away? I will come back to your bed if you ask."

"You did this to humiliate me, to strip me of my modesty, to show me you could have me if you wanted. I am not at your disposal, Damian Andrews. I do not love you."

He walked back to her quickly, catching hold of her even as she protested, pulling her back up into his arms. "Amorica, I can't strip you of anything. You have agreed to be my wife. No one would think twice if I stayed here this night with you. Indeed tongues are all ready wagging about our sleeping quarters."

"And your mistress has done nothing to dispel the gossip."

"She has no reason. You have taken that which she once thought of as hers. I never wanted to humiliate you. You walked into a room where I forbade you to go and set all this in motion. God alive! I have tormented myself. But there is more to all this. You married me. You made your choices, and for the time you must honor that commitment. But for the moment, good night!"

He set her down. She sank back to the bed, her eyes huge pools of despair and perhaps anger. He had not meant to fight with her.

When he left her this time, she didn't say anything. Her eyes seemed to shoot daggers at him. Even as he walked away he could feel them slicing into his back.

Just who had taken whom tonight, he wondered. Almost taken, he amended. For Amorica might well lie awake questioning all that had transpired and how close she had come to giving herself to him. But he was suffering the tortures of the damned.

As he closed the door, he thought he heard her whisper.

"I will never be your wife."

Timeless Sojourn

Please Welcome Jamie Salisbury author of Timeless Sojourn


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Timeless Sojourn

by Jamie Salisbury

INTERVIEW

1)     What or who inspired you to start writing?

I have written as long as I can remember. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t. Perhaps though the person who most inspired me to pursue it was a teacher I had in high school who taught a creative writing class I took. She was ahead of her time, was a great inspiration and mentor. She never saw any of her students as not being good.

2)    How did you come up with the ideas for your books?

Timeless Sojourn was something that had been spinning around in my head for quite a while. One day I finally started putting thoughts on to paper and everything started to come together. Some of it is based on real life, some of it is purely from my imagination. That’s how most of my book ideas come into fruition.

3)    What expertise do you bring to your writing?

I have a background in public relations, which is a wealth of information for ideas and helps me when it comes time to publish one of my books. The other fact would be that I have a degree in professional writing now, which helped me tighten my writing up and taught me other various aspects of the writing industry, such as screenplay writing.

4)     As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans?

To continue writing as I am – as an indie author/publisher.

5)     Do you belong to a critique group?

Not at the present. I was when I was in college. I find them helpful. It always helps to be able to have someone outside of yourself read your work and offer suggestions, critique, etc. I would like to find another one.

6)     What is the best and worst advice you have ever received? (regarding writing or publishing)

The best:  You can do it. Follow your heart.

The worst:  Quit while you’re ahead.

7)    Do you outline your books or just start writing?

I keep a notebook for each book. In them I outline, put info on characters, plots, etc. That doesn’t mean that I don’t just jump in and start writing however! Because I do.  I have been known to simply sit down and start writing and then outline certain aspects to the book, plot points, characters, etc. It all depends on how I’m feeling about the project.

8)    Have you started your next project? If so can you share a little bit about your book?

I have four in progress at the moment. One is the sequel to Tudor Rose, another is a historical romance based in Scotland and England. It’s set in the late 1800s. It’s about two clans and how they have to change and get along when two of their own hook up and marry. I’m hoping to make it into a series, but it isn’t far enough along. The third project is a contemporary love story – something that just popped into my head and I sat down and started writing. It’s about a unplanned, caught off guard romance and how the couple deal with not only their pasts, but how and if they can pursue their relationship. The last project is the sequel to Timeless Sojourn. I hadn’t planned on making it a sequel, but once I finished it, my editor and I kept coming up with ideas of various directions a sequel could take Anne and Geoffrey. So I guess a sequel is in the making, early stages as it is right now.

9)     What is your favorite reality show?

Big shocker – I do not watch reality shows, never have. I don’t like them and I find they are not reality shows at all. Not anymore. Perhaps in the beginning, but now everything has become scripted and too “Hollywood”.

10)  Can you tell us a little about the black moment in your book?

The main male character in Timeless Sojourn is Geoffrey Quinn. He’s an Irish-American and comes from a wealthy, upper class Irish family. Geoff has lived in the States for years and his family in Ireland don’t know everything about what he does. But his brother finds out a particular aspect of Geoff’s professional life that he keeps to himself. One that his brother thinks he can use to ruin Geoffrey.

BLURB:

Recently divorced at a time when most women are enjoying their children being grown, Anne Harrison finds her life in chaos. At the urging of her forever-friend Kat, Anne moves back to Seattle, her childhood home, to get back her former confidence and make a fresh start. 

Confident, creative, and a successful businessman, Geoffrey Quinn has depths not immediately apparent to those who come into contact with that cocky, devilishly handsome exterior.  

The last thing either is looking for is a relationship. Anne finds Geoff highly irritating (and young!) at best, while Geoffrey finds her magnetic and wise. To his amusement, she futilely attempts to dismiss him each time they cross paths, and sparks fly.

Watch as this seemingly unsuitable, disparate duo lights a fiery, compelling attraction neither sees coming. But who will get burned?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

EXCERPTS: 

Fall in the Northwest is quite different from that in north Georgia. It gets cold soon after Labor Day and not being able to go outside and walk without freezing is a drawback.

I have extended my walking perimeter to include a park just off the public docks not far from Kat’s home. I go to sit on one of the many benches lined up along the walkway to watch the boats and goings on.

“Beautiful afternoon, isn’t it?” An Irish brogue behind me inquires.

Without moving to try and see who I’m talking to I merely nod my head. I know who is addressing me.

“May I?” He asked, sitting beside me.

 “It’s a free country last time I heard,” I answered regretting my cockiness immediately.

“So, Ms. Harrison, what brings you to Seattle?”

I sit up and look at him. He is extremely good looking I think. “I went through a bad divorce and my girlfriend Kat convinced me I needed a fresh start. So here I am.”

“Kat? Kat Brown?”

“Yes. That’s right, I forgot. You know her beau, Tom Delany, don’t you?”

“Yes, I know Tom quite well. And I’ve met Kat as well.” he replied putting his sunglasses on top of his head. His hair is thick, cut and kept in the fashionable tousled look.

“Do you live around here Geoff?” I inquired noting to myself that if he doesn’t he’s come out of his way.

“No, I live over on Lake Union. I have a houseboat there. I keep my sailboat moored here.” He points out toward the end of the docks where sailboats stay moored, their masts bobbing up and down in the water.

“Hmmm… a houseboat, huh? That fits you, Geoff.”

“I love it, no yard to keep up,” he replied. “It’s centrally located and ideal for a bachelor like me.”

“I’ll have to remember that when it comes time for me to buy.” Ha, I think to myself. It’ll be a cold day in you-know-where before I can buy myself anything, let alone a house.

“Do you sail?”

I nod my head. “Yes, although I have to admit it’s been years.”

“Good. Perhaps you’ll join me sometime.”

Looking down at my watch I note it’s later than I thought. “I’d like that.” I replied. “I hate to rush off, but Kat is preparing for a function and I promised her I’d help her out after I took my walk.”

He stands with me and takes my hand. “I enjoyed your company. Until next time, Ms. Anne Harrison.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Jamie Salisbury cannot imagine a time when she did not write. A skill that has served her well throughout her professional career. Public relations in and around the entertainment industry, photography, editing, and special event planning all elevated her passion for writing.

An avid reader of histories, biographies, and romance, it's only natural that part of the products of her pen are historical romances featuring characters so authentic they spring forth from the page and shake the reader's hand. Many of her teen years were spent in Chile, but she and her family were forced out of the country when the political climate demanded it.

Taking the plunge to take her writing professional came as a result of a series of foot surgeries that left her with a lot of time on her hands. Unable to walk great distances at the time, she started writing as a way to pass the time. Her experiences of how dramatically her life had changed at first. Then the new world of e-publishing inspired her to digitally publish her first novel, Perpetual Love, rather than relegate it to the dreaded drawer. She couldn't be happier with her decision to grab the publishing industry by the shoulders and force it to pay attention to all she has to offer.

Two more novels have followed: Blood Lust and Tudor Rose, with more to follow soon.

Jamie now lives outside of Atlanta, but the love for travel has never abandoned her. Adventure, exploration, and intrigue permeate her prose to the core.

In those few moments of the day when she's not writing or thinking about writing, she finds knitting a way to relax and unwind. Other interests include photography, equestrianism, reading, and of course traveling.

Jamie hopes her writing will entertain, enlighten, and inspire others to pick up the pen and pursue their own dreams. She loves to be contacted by readers, writers, and history buffs. 

Website:  http://www.jamiesalisbury.webs.com

Blog:  http://www.jamiesalisburyauthor.blogspot.com

Twitter:  @JamieRSalisbury

FaceBook:   http://www.facebook.com/JamieRSalisburyAuthor

Jamie will be giving away a $25 Amazon GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Don't forget to comment and be entered to win.

Back On Track: Fireworks

What a wonderful week I've had.

I have been with weight watchers for three years. I lost 50 pounds and have kept most of it off for two and a half years. In the last couple of months for various reasons which I won't go into here, I have gained back six of those pounds. My walking partner is also my weight watcher partner and she lost fifty-five pounds and has recently gained about ten pounds back. This week, Tuesday, we committed to getting back on track. We are both life time members of weight watchers, so we do not have to pay to go to the meeting unless we are two pounds over our goal weight.  Needless to say we both came pretty close to having to pay. I want to loose the rest of the weight I did not originally loose. Which would be a total of eighteen pounds. That would put me at the lowest I can be in the ww program and what I weighed in college. It's hard to stay committed to this goal. But the second time around maybe I will make it.

Other accomplishments this week. I joined a fabulous group. MFRW marketing for romance writers. I attended a weekend long workshop for marketing ideas. I learned so much! It was fabulous and I am starting to put some of the ideas to work. I joined Triberr and accidentally started my own tribe. So now I guess I'm chief of something I don't know much about. But I also received an invite to another tribe. I will start there to learn more. Baby steps.

I also learned about some ways to promote on pinterest. Now I'm familiar with this marketing tool but have only used it for my pleasure. So I started a board for my Highland series and my Lakota Pinkerton series. Now I have to learn how to put videos on the board as well as excerpts, blurbs and log lines. Actually my husband figured this out on his computer but can't find it on mine.

Zodiac Sign -- Cancer June 21 - July 22

Cancer Love, Sex and Relationships

What it's like to date a Cancer Woman:

The Cancer woman is a very sensual woman with deep emotions and passion brewing underneath the exterior. To reach these will require time, patience and tenderness. Do not expect to have her open up to you right away and jump into a relationship. She will not make the first move and will not be forward with you, you have to do all the work. Do not try to lead her on because Cancer woman is very in-tune with a persons motivations and she will see right through you. Trust is the single most important thing to Cancer. If you ever betray her trust, you might as well move on. She needs love and security. Cancer is the perfect woman for the man who loves to sweep a woman off her feet with romance. She is sensual, sweet and flirty and you two will engage in a gentle, flirtatious dance together while the relationship builds. Once there is a solid, secure foundation, the richness of the relationship will emerge. She is old fashioned, feminine and sensual and patient, if you are the man who can give her what she wants, a relationship with a Cancer woman is wholesome and rewarding and can last a lifetime.

What it's like to date a Cancer Man:

The Cancer man will not be direct with you. He will approach you cautiously and slowly. He will be very romantic and flirty and attempt to court you and win your heart with lavish gifts and attention. The reason he will never be direct with you is that he has a strong underlying fear of rejection. Of you are interested in a Cancer man, you will probably have to make the first move and ask him on a date. He falls in love easily and will make you his whole world. Once you "belong to him", he will hold on to you and can become quite jealous and possessive. This is because he is worried he will lose you to another man and that would crush his spirit. He needs you to be loyal and faithful for he is the same, in a strong and close relationship, Cancer men are the most loyal of the astrology signs. They make excellent lovers for the tender woman who loves romance and being swept off her feet. Cancer is very affectionate and thrives on holding hands all the time, and constant physical contact as he absorbs the situation and experiences with his feelings. The cancer man is all about feeling. He might not show it however and might portray a calm and cool exterior but underneath, he feels deeply and intensely. Cancer men are easily offended so do not jokingly make fun of them for they will take offense and get hurt, but once again, this will not be known to you. He will simply sulk on his own while he tries to figure out and dissect what you said. Cancer men are excellent male protectors, they are like the knight in shining armor. If you are the kind of woman that likes being looked after and cared for, and loves affection and devotion, this romantic, sensual man is perfect for you.

How To Attract Cancer:

You must be direct, Cancer will not. Let your feelings for them be known, this is the first step to initiating a relationship with a Cancer. This way, will not have to risk rejection, one of their biggest fears. If you are looking for a short fling, be straight with them. Do not lead them on to thinking there is long term commitment is there is none because you will hurt these emotionally delicate people. Trust is the most important. Build trust with them and they will gradually get closer to you. Give them approval and compliments but be careful because they will easily sense when you are complimenting them just for the sake of it. Be sincere. Ask Cancer for advice, share your problems (but don't burden them), they enjoy helping people and giving advice. They like culture and lavish experiences. Take them to a play or museum and a fancy, upscale restaurant. Do not force Cancer into a relationship or make them make a decision on the spot. They will shy away from you. Have patience, this is the key to attracting a Cancer. Be physical with them, they love genuine affection. They are very cautious and as time passes, they will slowly grow closer to you and you will have wonderful, fulfilling relationship.

Cancer Erogenous Zone:

The greatest erogenous zone for Cancer is the chest and the breasts. Both women and men respond well to light sucking and kissing of the nipples. You must caress these areas delicately and softly. Never be rough. Stroke your fingers through Cancer man's chest hair, lightly and gently this will ignite the firey passion hidden behind the shell

Sex With Cancer:

Cancer is very physical. Expect sex with Cancer to be a fully encompassing sexual experience. Lots of tender foreplay, massages afterwards, candles lit by the bedside, soft music in the background, delicious scented potpourri, everything to appeal to all senses. It will be delicate and passionate and an experience you won't soon forget. To not expect too much novelty and experimentation because Cancer is a very conservative sign. Some Cancer people might be willing to try something new but they will never be the ones to suggest it, you have to or it will never happen. They might go along with your idea because they do enjoy new experiences. Make them always feel safe and secure when trying anything new and they might love it and incorporate it into your regular sex life.


To read more:  http://zodiac-signs-astrology.com/zodiac-signs/cancer.htm

About Me Sunday

I spent time with my parents this weekend. They live in Medford, Oregon. And it was hot. My body has adjusted to the Willamette Valley. I've actually live in Salem longer now. When the temp is a moderate 85 degrees in Salem it is usually at least 10 degrees hotter in Southern Oregon. So we had a lot of heat.

I brought my two and a half year old grand daughter with me. My parents feed birds and they are literally all over the place. Ana loves bird so she really enjoyed watching them eat and fly all over the place.

Heading back today and to family dinner. When I was a child, we always had dinner at my grandmother's house on Sundays. I loved that family time and incorporated it into my families live. We have always had family dinner. When my children grew older, this was the one time we always got together and touched bases. My children span a ten year period so while one was grown and had graduated from college the youngest was still in high school.

Too me family is the most important thing in my life.

My Husband and his three brothers.

Shape Shifter Saturday: Talking About Catching Meara

In Catching Mear Jace shapeshifts into a jaguar. But many choose wolves as a shapeshifter of choice.

Catching Meara is my erotic shape shifter WIP. I am definitely making progress. So my question is when does the shape shifter show himself? I'm planning to combine this momentous moment with the black moment.

I worked on the first scene of chapter five today. The love scenes seem to flow so easily. Maybe I should write erotica and just jump from one love scene to the next. No, I couldn't do that. Writing with shape shifters means I have to create a second world just as one would in a science fiction, fantasy or futuristic novel.

I'm truly enjoying writing this and may make shape shifters and other worldly characters part of my normal writing.

It's so much fun working the rosettes into the love scenes and having Meara start to question everything about Jace. He is cat-like and animalistic and his eyes mesmerize her.

Mini unedited excerpt from todays writing:


Meara caught her breath as she felt the touch of the evening breeze combine with the touch of his lips against her skin. He lifted her hair and kissed her nape, then his lips moved once more over her shoulder blades.

His arms encircled her from behind and she felt the erotic brush of the dark mat of his chest hair against her back. His hands swept upward, encircling her breast, cupping them gently, his thumbs moving in seductive rhythm over her nipples.

Then his lips moved down the length of her spine. Slowly his kisses moved, touching each vertebrae. Warm dampness seared her skin then the liquid fire was enriched by the coolness of the night air. Then he was on his knees behind her his fingers brushing her stomach, his mouth teasing her buttocks. She inhaled swiftly as he turned her around. His face and hair lay buried against her belly, and the gentle brush of his tongue began to touch her there. His hands stroked upward, over her rib cage then down her arms to settle at her waist. Once again he cupped her breasts in his hands, touching the nipples then his lips caressed them nipping at them and sucking them into his mouth.

The sensations that swept though her were wild and primeval, as natural as the wind in the trees. She felt an uncontrolled ecstasy so immediate and overpowering nothing else existed. Her fingers tore into his hair but she did not pull him away, instead she held tight lest the tempest of her passion send her whirling into oblivion. He swept her into his arms and strode to the bedroom then placed her gently on the bed. He came over her, his lips molding against her, his hands moving ever downward to rest at the apex of her thighs. His burning, touch moved over the apex of her limbs, to the intimate center of her desire. He brought her ever closer, ever more intimately against him, his finger finding and caressing her. Then he parted her further with his caress, stroking her endlessly. Surges of desire wilder than any storm came sweeping through her and she twisted and bucked against him, moaning softly. Hot liquid fire smoldering deep within her rose until it burst, until she fell into darkness, and sank down slowly before him, spent, exhausted, emptied. Then brilliant lights and sparks of fire seemed to cascade around her. She closed her eyes, still shaking, and embraced him, her lashes lowered. She felt a blush sweep into her cheeks because she had responded so uninhibitedly to his intimate touch.

"Jace..." she whispered tracing the outline of a rosette on his shoulder.

It's Guy Day Friday: Woo Hoo...

Ian is a typical second son. He is more than happy not to have the responsibilities of his older sibling. He loves life and everything about it. But when he opens his eyes after being left for dead, he is bewitched by the woman who is nursing him back to life.

EXCERPT FROM THE IAN'S POINT OF VEIW:

Ian dozed fitfully in the wooden chair. Sleeping in the bed where Keely's scent played havoc with his desire--where he might seduce her--was not an option. He jerked awake, his eyes opening then closing, listening to the sounds surrounding him. A hint of danger lurked everywhere as an unknown threat stalked him.

Keely moved around the room, searching through her stock of healing herbs; sorting, rearranging, then carefully labeling and placing them on the shelf again.

Her plan not to travel disturbed him. In her home, she would be vulnerable to all sorts of vultures, yet on the road, her risks were even greater. She might very well find herself at the mercy of thieves, soldiers of fortune, wild animals. She would be at great risk without a protector.

While his sleep had been fitful, the dreams had been vivid. His sleeping visions brought to light all kinds of information. He just didn't know if the places and people he saw were real or imaginary. He could have conjured all kinds of images to replace all he'd forgotten. The black-haired woman, the tall sturdy man, the castle as well as the rugged windswept terrain, all evoked strong emotions, yet he did not recall what they meant to him.

"You are awake?" Her voice floating across the room seemed to fill every nook with sweet femininity. She was grace and beauty, peace and calm, yet she set an inferno in his blood he could not quench.

"How did you know?" he queried, pushing back on the seat, then stretching his legs and back muscles. The need to smile at this woman and fill her with comfort filled his senses. She was giving to a fault, so much so that she'd taken him into her home.

The need to protect her was an overpowering need. Yet he knew he had been sent to this place in the lowlands for a reason. He was duty bound to see his mission through. A mission he could not remember--one that tormented every waking hour.

He stood slowly before walking toward the woman who seemed to know him better than he knew himself.

She laughed; the sound was soft and comforting, healing. "I kenned you were awake because you quit snoring."

"No magical powers then?" He stood close to her, caught her scent, her spirit, her giving nature and her soul-deep courage. She was a woman made for the Highlands. He wanted to wrap her within his arms and pull her close, never let her go. Yet above all other feelings, his desperation to know himself filled him soul deep.

Who was he? Did he live within the castle of his dreams with a black-haired woman? Nay, his heart cried out.

Her hesitation told him more than her words of denial. "I possess no mystical or unheard of powers."

"You lie." He spoke softly but earnestly. "You have bewitched me, enchanted the very air I breathe."

"Perhaps I have not always told the truth. Perhaps you have bewitched me," she countered. The sad wistfulness in her words touched him deeply.

"I would know the truth."

Her lashes fluttered closed. Her hands came together in front of her. She inhaled roughly then turned to face him, her chin tilted determinedly. "I would that I had no powers of any sort. Sometimes I feel they are a curse. What I see in my dreams comes too late to help, too late to give warning." She paused. "You must not tell anyone what you know."

"I know nothing. Nor do I understand what it is you speak of."

Puzzled, she watched him, reached out to touch the line of his jaw with one finger. "Then..." she paused thoughtfully, "why did you confront me?"

He shrugged. "'Twas a feeling I have. Something coming from deep inside. You know things; understand that which you should not." He walked to the table where the bag of runes had been set, then picked them up. He opened the bag and let each one slide through the opening to land with a rattle upon the table.

She stiffened, reaching for the runes, wishing she could grab them away. "I would

 ask you to forget what you just said--or that you saw these."

"I cannot. Nor will I put to the back of my mind all you have done for me." He picked up one of the runes and studied the stone thoughtfully before setting it back upon the table. "What is it you see in these?"

"You must forget. And you must not ask questions about things you will never understand." Her voice was urgent, filled with a quiet desperation he'd never heard from her before. "You could betray me to my greatest enemies."

"Enemies? One as caring and nurturing as you should not have enemies," he said, instantly curious. His focus changed from the runes to her words. Enemies indeed. He would not let her run from her enemies. He would fight them all, stand by her side. Yet something in those thoughts sent a frigid chill down his spine. Loyalty, the King, duty bound and in James' service, he knew he had promised something to someone. Suddenly his head pounded. Absently he rubbed his temples, easing the pain but not the strange sensation that he was about to remember something he would regret.

Featured Title of the Week: Highland Magic by Christine Yount

Highland Magic is the second title in my Highland series. The hero is the second son of a wealthy Scottish Clan the MacPhersons and the heroine is a healer who uses runes to help her see into the future.

BLURB:

Highland Magic

Throughout the Highlands she is known as Keely the witch woman. She is a gifted healer--a woman whose dreams come true. Ian MacPherson is a man who puts honor, loyalty and duty above everything. There lives are entwined when Ian is sent by the Scottish King to bring Keely to trial for witchcraft. He is attacked and left for dead, but Keely rescues him. When he wakes, he discovers he has no memory. As he remembers his lost past, Ian finds that his need to protect the woman who has saved his life eclipses his duty to his king and country. He is a man torn between honor and duty to his country and the woman he loves.

REVIEW:

Highland Magic by Christine Young

Rogue Phoenix Press

Historical Romance

Reviewed by Barb

Joyfully Reviewed

 

Keely has lived her life on the outskirts of the village for nearly all her life. The villagers and the rest of the Highlands call her the witch woman behind her back. Whoever requests help of her receives it, as it is part of who she is. Her healing is a gift that she will not deny to any others. She knows she will always be alone. Her dreams of the future both hinder and help her. Unfortunately, the Scottish King is attempting to bring Keely to trial as a witch. Now she has the added burden of being wary of soldiers and others that wish her harm.

Ian McPherson was injured in battle. Keely healed him and is now attempting to help him regain his memory.

Even knowing that he cannot remember the past, Ian knows he was not sent to do Keely harm. But what was he sent for? In his soul he knows that he is a protector and a decent man.

They feel the pull of destiny towards each other. Both are honorable. Life has brought them together and they must find their way towards the future. Or are they already too late?

Highland Magic is a tale of two stubborn souls that find themselves in a time of danger. They work towards finding solutions to life’s problems separately but end up in the same spot at the end. I enjoyed this book as it kept my attention with the physical interplay between Keely and Ian while giving an insight into both of their thoughts at key moments in the story. A well written, satisfying historical novel.

Highland Magic is book two of the Highland Trilogy series by Christine Young but can be read on its own.

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Highland Magic

Christine Young

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Book Heat Level: 4

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Scotland, Summer 1513:

For a moment the man's gaze met hers, bored into her heart, questioned. Blood curdling war cries rode the wings of death through the timeless night. Claymores clashed. Dark eyes the color of midnight flashed a challenge. The holy man's opponents hesitated then lunged once more.

Moonbeams reflected light from the gold chain he wore around his neck. Brown robes fell from massive shoulders. Three more enemies appeared from the trees. The priest fell to the ground, wounded by the broadside of his enemy's weapon. Motionless, he lay on her flower-strewn meadow, blood staining the grass and wildflowers, marring the colorful, summer landscape.

Keely Gray woke, heart pounding a rapid staccato. She pressed against her throbbing temples with sweat-slick palms, hoping to ease the horrific pain that always accompanied the dreams. Death--the scent of blood, fear and treachery still hung heavy in the darkened hut. The prickling sensation radiating from her spine to encompass her body was too familiar.

She listened and heard nothing.

A dark void impaled her. The usual night sounds stilled. She heard no hoot of owl, no chirp of crickets, no croak of frogs, nor could she hear the mournful sighing of the wind through the branches of the old oak trees.

Silence emptied her heart as well as her soul, leaving only an ever-present loneliness.

Keely wanted nothing more than to cuddle into her bed and pull the covers over her head. Despite the unspeakable agony deep in the pit of her stomach, she rose from her pallet. Her limbs trembling, she slipped a shapeless tunic over her head and soft-soled shoes onto her feet. As she swept past the front door, she grabbed her woolen cloak.

Light from a full moon illuminated the path. She could see, but she could also be seen, the moonlight both a curse and a blessing. Approaching the meadow she'd watched in her dreams, she slowed her pace and waited. Her fingers wound tightly around the amber pendant she always wore, her only keepsake from her mother.

The sounds and scents hovering on the wind would tell her if danger still lurked. Caution guided her. A vigilance she'd learned long ago held her motionless.

 A familiar dragging sound reassured her she wasn't alone. "Whipple?" she whispered.

A self-appointed guardian angel appeared as if from nowhere then nodded, though there was a wary cast to his faded blue eyes. "Aye, lass, I'm here. I heard ye leave your hut. I would not leave ye alone to face whatever dangerous mission awaited."

Keely waited for Whipple to close the distance between them before she spoke. "I would argue with you about your appearance here at this great hour, but I ken it would do no good. You should not be here. Your heart--"

Whipple spat. "My heart is fine."

She determinedly stepped forward, approaching the meadow of her dream, knowing she wouldn't like what she found.

"Have it your way, then." Given a choice, Keely wouldn't have come to this meadow. But she had to know the truth--had she seen the future or something happening at that very moment?

Whipple didn't reply. On his clubfoot, he followed her, his trailing leg sliding behind him with a soft swish. The hard thud of his crooked oak cane followed at a slightly skewed interval.

Together they crested the hill. Below her, she saw her dream. A priest lay on the ground, his head twisted at an odd angle. For a moment her heart stopped. She bit down on her lower lip while she studied the man.

Keely tried to ignore the helplessness pooling deep within, and attempted to push the burgeoning tears away. A frisson swept over Keely's skin.

She approached the priest cautiously; he could be playing with her, waiting for her to get within reach of those powerful hands.

Warily, she eyed Whipple. A few moments of silent observation convinced Keely the stranger wasn't lying in ambush. He was too still, not visibly breathing. Keely feared the man was dead. He lay utterly motionless; his limbs at awkward angles, his head wound oozing blood. The slow welling of blood from the wound told her he was still alive. She kneeled beside the priest. "He's not dead, Whipple." Her fingers hovered above his weak pulse. She watched the slight rise and fall of his sturdy, broad chest. Yet she did not dare touch him.

Whipple inhaled sharply. "Do ye mean to take him to your hut, lass? I cannae allow ye to do such a dangerous thing. Ye have no idea who or what he is. Ye do not ken his purpose here or his intent."

"He is a priest. Besides, there is nothing else we can do."

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The Man Trap by Lee Brazil

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After miserable years looking for love in other places, Jesse and Jay Cahill have accepted that for them, illicit passion is the only one. They've built a life, a home together.

A chance encounter on a rainy night brings something Jesse never expected- an attraction for another man. Still, he's committed to the love he has for his twin, Jay, and he pushes Drake Fallon away.

Drake is intrigued by the vulnerable man he met in the downpour. Though Jesse claims to be involved, Drake is certain the relationship can't be fulfilling or Jesse wouldn't have returned his kiss with such passion.

Jay Cahill is devastated when his lover whispers another man's name in his dreams. When Drake calls, how can Jay resist meeting the man who's crept into his twin's dreams?

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Pulling into the drive, he turned to face Jesse, who had one hand on the door handle and an uncertain look on his face. Cautiously, sensing that Jesse wasn't immune to him, Drake gave in to his earlier temptation. He reached out and ran his hand down the side of that gorgeous face. When Jesse leaned into his touch, Drake's pulse sped up and he curled his finger around the back of Jesse's neck, threading his fingers into the still-damp blond locks. Tilting Jesse's head up, he leaned down, staring deep into the blue eyes, looking for any sign that his kiss was unwelcome. Jesse's eyes widened, and he expelled a sweet rush of air that hotly caressed Drake's lips. Drake sighed and brought their mouths together. Pausing, he again gave the skittish Jesse a chance to pull away. When no objection came, he tilted his head and caressed the full lower lip with his own, adoring the soft warmth, reveling in the delicate intimacy.

With a breathy whimper, Jesse's mouth opened slightly and Drake took full advantage. He swept his tongue inside, tracing hungrily over smooth velvety surfaces, teasing and massaging Jesse's timid tongue with his own. The sweet flavor and delicious heat, the residual taste of raspberry and dark chocolate intoxicated him, and he wanted more. He moaned loudly and pulled Jesse closer, pressing his mouth open wider, coaxing a response from the trembling man in his arms.

A sudden flash of bright light from a passing car startled him and Jesse shoved him away, breathing heavily. "Oh my God," he whispered, huge eyes locking on Drake's face. "I can't."

"Jesse? I'm sorry I got carried away. It's just...you're so damn sexy. I know I overstepped. Look. It's late. Can I see you again?"

"No. Not I can't sleep with you. I want to. But I can't. There's someone else."

Drake jerked back as if slapped. "Someone else? And you couldn't call him to help you, I suppose?"

"You assume it's a him?"

Drake snorted in response. He damn well knew the someone else was a him. No straight man wore three-inch heels in the rain, no matter how fucking short he was. Not to mention, he'd likely have been punched square in the jaw at the first touch if Jesse weren't gay.

"I know it's a him. Just like I know you can't be all that in love with him if you can kiss me like that."

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Seduction to the Altar by Tia Dani

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What happens when a woman decides to give her younger assistant a birthday present he will never forget? Love, sex, and mind-blowing orgasms.

Maria Tortorici needs a husband. Her high-school reunion is imminent, and awaiting her is a bet she made long ago. Bring a husband or face the music. Determined not to be the victim of her mischievous girlfriends, Maria devises a plan...enchant her younger assistant with a birthday present he’ll never forget.

Sexual attraction isn’t the only thing Edward Russell has for his boss. She’s everything he wants in a woman. The hang-up? How to convince her he’s man enough to handle a strong-minded woman like her.

But will he still want her once he learns of her conniving plan?

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His gaze followed her hand to the strap, and his eyes deepened in color. "You're right on time." He reached for her free hand and gave it a slight squeeze. Yet his gaze swept downward and centered on the low neckline of her dress. "You look stunning." His voice turned husky.

"Th-thank you." Hearing the huskiness, her nerves instantly knotted in the pit of her stomach. So much for being in control. For the first time in her adult life, her excited emotions jumped as if she were a high school virgin again. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip. "Would you like to sit inside or out on the patio while we have a drink?"

"Whatever you prefer."

Maria flashed him what she hoped was her sexiest smile as she leaned her back against the bar. Her heart fluttered when his gaze again darted to her cleavage. "Since it is your birthday, why don't you make the decision?"

"Let's stay in here then." His hand reached around her to settle firmly at the small of her back. "It's quieter. We can talk without having to yell at each other."

As he guided her toward a darkened corner booth at the far end of the bar, she caught the fragrance of his cologne, woodsy and all male. The seductive combination went straight to her head, making her dizzy with desire.

While she scooted into the plush seat, his hand moved from her back and lingered momentarily on her bare shoulder. The heat of his fingertips burned her flesh long after they'd left her skin. Finally, he slid into the seat next to her, close enough that his khaki chinos touched her bare thigh, sending an electrical charge up her leg.

Edward signaled for the cocktail waitress then turned his attention back to her. "What's your pleasure tonight, Miss...Tortorici?" He finished her last name slowly, sensuously.

You!

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Shelton's Homecoming by Dianne Hartsock

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Shelton’s coming home, but after seven months of living apart, can he and Nevil pick up from where they’d left off?

Shelton’s grown tired of living a life separate from Nevil. So when Nevil is hurt in an accident at work, Shelton comes home for good. Feeling closer than ever to his lover, Shelton’s ready to make a lasting commitment to their relationship. But is that what Nevil wants? Nevil is less than enthusiastic when an old flame marries, leaving Shelton wondering if he’ll have to keep his dreams on hold indefinitely.

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The doctor returned as promised; checked Nevil over; and discharged him.

"I left a prescription at the nurse's station for you to pick up on your way out. Pain meds for the headache I know you're hiding; and you can also take them for your arm."

"Thank you, Andrew," Nevil said with his charming smile.

Shelton gave the love of his life a dry look. Always the flirt. He shook the doctor's hand and took the copy of the release papers from him. "Thank you for taking such good care of him. I have to tell you it was a relief to find him here rather than in ICU."

"It was my pleasure. Take care."

Nevil collected his prescription at the front desk and they made their way to the elevators. A soft rain fell as they emerged from the hospital entrance and made a dash for the train depot. Deep in thought, Shelton chewed his lip while they waited.

He glanced at Nevil beside him and noted the white set of his lips. "I could take you home first if your head hurts. There's no reason I can't retrieve the car myself later and pick up your prescription."

Nevil gave him a smile and slipped his warm hand into Shelton's. "Let's pick it up together. I feel like I've just been released from prison. I want to be outside for a while."

"Just don't get chilled," Shelton said, and then he groaned. "Please ignore me. I think I left my brain back in Colorado."

Nevil chuckled. "As long as your luscious body is here," he murmured and smacked his lips together.

Shelton glanced around quick. No one paid them any attention so he gave Nevil a light kiss; then wished he hadn't as every nerve in his body ignited. He wanted Nevil wrapped around him--now; with Nevil's gorgeous cock buried deep inside him.

He jerked his gaze down the tracks; embarrassed and aching. He hoped Nevil hadn't noticed the tremble in his hands. They would pick up the Prius and go home; where Nevil would take his meds and go to bed. Shelton would have to content himself with a shower where he could get rid of the hard-on he'd suffered all morning. The idea made him feel alone and without a thought he squeezed Nevil's hand.

Nevil leaned close to whisper in his ear, "Don't forget … you promised to let me 'do' you."

Shelton laughed, breathless. He turned back to Nevil and touched his lips with an unsteady finger. "I'm holding you to that," he said, then sucked in air when Nevil's velvet soft lips closed over his fingertip. He watched in captive fascination as his digit disappeared bit by bit between those pale lips. He felt the roughness of Nevil's tongue in the moist, hot depths; then Nevil pushed the finger to the roof of his mouth and started to suck on it. God! Shelton's prick hardened more with each draw as Nevil’s tongue undulated around his finger; his balls were tight and ached.

"Damn, Nevil … stop! You're going to get us arrested," he panted in his lover's ear. He knew that at any second he was ready to drag Nevil behind the hospital and fuck him senseless.

Nevil's throaty laugh made him shiver with bliss. "The train’s coming."

Shelton dropped his head on Nevil's shoulder and fought to calm his unsteady senses. Nevil didn’t play fair. He almost sobbed when Nevil's body heat wrapped around him and teased him closer when it was time to pull away.

"Come on, Love. It won't take long to get the car and then we can go home," Nevil said with encouragement and he tugged on his sleeve. Shelton boarded the sleek train car; but chose to stand when Nevil patted the seat beside him. He couldn’t tell where Nevil's fingers would roam if he sat down. Nevil gave him a delighted smile in answer as he read his mind with ease. Shelton scowled and looked out the window as the train gathered speed. His errant mind pictured Nevil's mouth on him as they swept along the tracks; and he had to stifle a moan in his throat.

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Saint's Curse: Luke by Lee Brazil

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Luke Leveraux hates seeing suspicion darken Jeremy St. James's eyes when he leaves for his monthly hunting trip, but some secrets just can't be shared

On the surface artist Luke Leveraux has it all: money, a fantastic historical home, talent. When his boyfriend Jeremy moves in, his life should have been perfect. But Luke's hunting expeditions are a cover for something much darker, and he doesn't dare expose his lover to this unpredictable side of his life.

Art teacher Jeremy St. James has always known about his lover's hunting trips. He just expected that they would stop when he moved in with Luke. Or, at the very least, that he might be included in the monthly excursions.

Someone else knows Luke's secret, though. Someone determined to put an end to the situation.

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It was another of those mornings when Luke awoke, washing blood from his hands. He stared into the cracked sink basin and shuddered as trails of soapy bubbles and pink washed-out blood swirled down the drain. The blinding light from the single bare bulb above the small mirror hurt his eyes. He hated his face in that mirror more than the blood washing through the drain.

His muscles ached, his jaw clenched. His skin went clammy and a chill wave of cold washed over him. Luke's guts heaved and he lurched to the side, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. The churning in his belly intensified and he leaned over the toilet bowl, gagging and heaving as whatever the hell he'd eaten the night before came back up. Clutching tight to the bowl as wave after wave of nausea cramped his belly, he dropped to his knees in the tiny space. The cement floor abraded his bare knees, but he didn't care.

Shards of gritty bone and bits of sinew scratched his throat on the way up, and the coppery scent of blood filled his nostrils. He retched and gagged, flushing the toilet repeatedly, until acrid stomach bile was all that came up. Sagging, he rested his head on his crossed arms on the toilet. He craved nothing more than to sleep right then and there. Despite the weakness and lingering agony the transformation caused, he had to shower.

Luke dragged himself upright, leaning against the wall, and he stretched a shaking hand past the clear plastic shower curtain to turn the hot water on. Dried blood matted his hair, caked various parts of his body. The acid odor of vomit, mingled with the coppery scent of blood, made his stomach heave, but it was empty. He had to shower, and then clean up the bathroom and the rest of the cabin. He'd never sleep if the smell of blood stayed on him, in the air around him.

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Geoff's Teddy by Havan Fellows

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Overall Fuzzy has a good life. He loves his family, his friends are amusingly tolerable—mostly, and he enjoys his job. He never hurts for a date. Yep, the ladies seem to love the furry Fuzzy...so why does he feel like he's missing out on something? And why does a surprise dinner with a strange man hold more interest for him than the flirty, available waitress?

Geoff knows who he is and what he's after. He's searching for a big hairy man to wrap around him. He just hasn't found one that piques his interest...until he is manipulated into having dinner with Fuzzy—definitely not something to complain about. Fuzzy is tall and broad and proclaims to live up to his name. Everything that Geoff wants in a boyfriend. Except, Fuzzy happens to be straight.

When the opportunity arises for Fuzzy to crash at Geoff's apartment, Geoff works his derriere off to see what other things can arise. And prays that he can capture his Fuzzy Wuzzy all for himself.

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Geoff wanted to retract his words. Had he just offered to be Fuzzy's Gay for Dummies guide? Did his brain not work properly around this bear? He couldn't possibly talk to this man about sex without sporting the biggest boner in the world. Talk about bad, bad ideas! The worst!

On the other hand, he couldn't help smiling and wondering just what Fuzzy would ask. By the look on Fuzzy's face, Geoff doubted he could even think of anything anyway.

"It's just a suggestion, but if you aren't comfortable enough to ask me any questions—"

"I don't want you to think I'm an ass or something." Fuzzy mumbled his words so softly they were barely audible.

"Throw a question at me."

Geoff noted that Fuzzy hadn't met his gaze at all since rising from the floor. In fact he seriously studied the two men on the television. Geoff had almost died of humiliation when he realized what channel he had left the TV on. Now he considered it a blessing in disguise.

"Okay." Fuzzy's soft voice caused Geoff to focus again. "They both seem to enjoy it." Fuzzy addressed Geoff while nodding at the entertainment they inadvertently partook of.

Huh? "Well, if you're not enjoying sex, then there's a good possibility you might be doing something wrong."

"Never mind." Fuzzy's neck turned red in embarrassment, and Geoff immediately realized his mistake.

He scooted closer to Fuzzy and put a hand on his arm. "Sorry. There's a malfunction with my brain to mouth filter half the time. The good news, you'll always know what I'm thinking. The bad news, you'll always know what I'm thinking." He chuckled to lighten the mood. "So, we both agree they're enjoying themselves. Your question?"

Fuzzy took in a deep breath but still didn't turn his head toward Geoff. If staring ahead helped Fuzzy through this conversation Geoff could handle that. Because he really wanted inside Fuzzy's head, all puns intended. Could this mean something? Or did Geoff's own desires put possibilities out there that didn't exist?

"I'm not an idiot. I get the mechanics of what they're doing, but shouldn't it hurt?"

The mechanics? Oh wow, Geoff almost didn't have anything to say to that.

"First, what they're doing is having sex. It's okay to say the word. You don't have to refer to the act as 'it' all the time. Second, the pain level depends on the preparation you do beforehand. Also, if you have a partner who's only interested in getting his rocks off, then yeah, that tends to land on the not good side."

"Preparation? You mean butt plugs?"

Geoff had to remind himself that Fuzzy wasn't a blushing virgin, even if he kind of fell into that category in this situation. "Well, yeah, that's one way of doing it. I own a few myself. They are good for masturbation. But that's not my favorite way."

"What's your favorite way?"

"I like my lover to stretch me. I like his fingers inside me getting me ready. It's more of a connection. In my opinion, if he wants to take the time to relax me properly, then he cares about both of our pleasure and not just his."

"So you let someone stick their fingers up your, um…"

"Ass? Yeah, that's where the action will happen, so that's a good place to begin." Geoff patted himself on the back for not laughing out loud.

"But doesn't it seem weird letting someone touch you there?"

God save me from newbies. Now he understood why Fuzzy hesitated to ask his questions. He guessed vocalizing some of them without seeming either insensitive or downright rude might trip him up. "Does it seem weird when you touch a woman's pussy?"

The red on Fuzzy's neck darkened. "That's different."

"Why?"

Fuzzy finally tore his eyes from the television screen and studied him. "Well, because, um…" His voice wavered off, and Geoff supposed he contemplated the question seriously. "I guess no, not so different, huh?"

Geoff wondered if it was wrong to want to do a happy dance. He'd gotten through the first roadblock. Unfortunately, another one always waited around the bend.

"What does it feel like when someone" —Fuzzy took a breath before continuing— "when someone stretches you?"

Welcome to the next roadblock.

Geoff searched his mind for the perfect words to describe that sensation. Words that would appeal to Fuzzy. He had to get this right because honestly, one half of his mind had begun plotting when the conversation turned down this road. If he played it right, if God truly existed, if Fuzzy labeled himself bi-curious—or more—maybe, just maybe, this could turn into a show-and-tell instead of just tell.

"It's a connection that's not easily surpassed. In my opinion, it's as intimate as a good kiss or actual penetration. Someone taking the time to make sure you enjoy the moment as much as they will. Talk about heady stuff. But I don't believe that's what you meant by feel, you meant the physical feelings not emotional, correct?"

Fuzzy simply nodded, the acknowledgement Geoff waited for. He knew that's what Fuzzy wanted all along but had seized the opportunity to verbalize what an act like this meant to him.

"Well, a burning sensation, but if done properly, it shouldn't hurt as much as you would assume. Also, if you're distracted in the right way during the stretching, well, so much the better."

"It doesn't hurt?"

Geoff searched around for a hard object to bang his head on. "Tell me. Exactly how curious are you about this subject?"

Fuzzy eyed him warily. "What do you mean?"

"How about a little round of show rather than tell?"

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