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Blaire – Corked and Tapped Book 9 by Becca Jameson


Corked and Tapped:
Because the best stories never start
with someone eating a salad.

Blaire
Corked and Tapped Book 9
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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“I could take my shirt off if you want.” The moment she heard him speak, she knew his words were more than just flirtatious banter. At least she hoped that was the case. But when a random stranger accidentally punched her in the jaw, his intentions were confirmed. The larger-than-life bouncer at her favorite bar immediately lost his shit. She just prayed he was serious because her heart couldn’t take it if he wasn’t.

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This series is definitely keeping me on my toes. The releases are quick and they are short and satisfying reads.

Blaire has been flirting with the Corked and Tapped bouncer Kyle for a while now. She comes in every Friday and sits at the same table and alternates her drinks with tonic water. This week is Thanksgiving and her roommate decided to switch up her night for Wednesday.

Kyle is surprised to see her but goes with the flow, doing a bit of flirting himself as he takes a break. Called away to help escort a drunk, he’s too far away to stop the altercation that ends with Blaire getting punched.

This is a favorite scene.

He stared at her for a moment, and then leaned in close to whisper in her ear. “The fucking hot woman who’s been nervously watching my every move for months while she sits in my bar squirming in her seat over a romance novel doesn’t usually get caught in the middle of a fight and punched either. So, yeah, the police are coming. You need to press charges. Then I’ll take you home.”

She swallowed. Mortification was the only word that came to mind. Her face had heated earlier, but now it was on fire, and not just from the punch. In fact, that part no longer hurt.

He knew?

Lord.

He knew. Kyle knew she had been sitting here week after week stripping him with her eyes while he worked. Could she be more embarrassed?

He set his forehead against hers. “Please, baby. Don’t freak out on me now. Talk to the cops. Give a statement. Then we’ll leave.”

She couldn’t move. He’d called her baby.

He sighed. “I know you don’t like attention. I know this is uncomfortable for you. I get that. And I’m so sorry I wasn’t close enough to stop those guys from hitting you.” He removed the ice from her face, reached behind him to snag her bag off the table and her jacket from the chair, and grabbed her hand.

Before she knew what was happening, he tugged her around the corner, past the men who’d been fighting, and into a room farther down the hall.

The guy who’d punched her called out, “So sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to hit you. I just—” His voice was cut off when Kyle slammed the door, leaving them in relative silence.

He flipped on the light and then his hands were on her face again, his brow furrowed, his attention on her cheek.

“It’s fine, Kyle,” she whispered. “It’s no longer throbbing. I don’t think it’s that bad.”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he inhaled long and slow, seemingly controlling his anger. Was he mad at her? She pressed her lips together to keep from rambling. Maybe he was frustrated because she wouldn’t shut up.

Kyle closed his eyes and set his forehead against hers a second time, his hands spread on her neck and up her scalp. He took several deep breaths, and then he whispered, “Scared the fuck out of me.”

She swallowed, uncertain why he was reacting like this. She had no idea what he meant, and she was afraid to ask.

Someone knocked on the door.

Kyle released her to spin around and open it. Mike stood there, along with a police officer. “Officer Bradshaw has a few questions,” Mike stated as he stepped into the tightly confined room, followed by the officer.

Blaire finally had a chance to glance around and realized this had to be Mike’s office. She took a step back to make more room in the cramped space. She also didn’t have to say much. Kyle immediately explained to the officer what had happened. Blaire confirmed. The cop left. Mike left. Done.

Blaire blew out a sigh of relief as the door closed behind them, but then Kyle’s attention was on her again. “I’m going to take you home.”

Her eyes went wide and she shook her head. “No. You can’t.”

He frowned and then rolled his eyes. “Your roommate is there.”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine. I’ll just hit a fast food joint and grab a milkshake or something to kill time.”

He shook his head. “Like hell. Wait here.” Kyle set her book bag and jacket on the loveseat behind her, spun around, and left the room, shutting the door behind him once again.

Finally, she was alone. She reached for her cheek and worked her jaw open and closed a few times. It was going to be sore tomorrow, but nothing was broken. Everyone was overreacting. She just wanted to get out of here. Being the focus of so much attention made her nervous.

One thing was certain— she wasn’t staying here any longer tonight, so she grabbed her jacket, slid it on, and picked up her satchel.

She jumped when the door opened again and Kyle reappeared. “Come on.” He nodded toward the hallway, his enormous body filling the doorframe.

She searched his face but had no idea what he had in mind. Nevertheless, her best option was to follow him. Obviously, he had a plan, and arguing wasn’t in the cards. When he grabbed her hand and led her down the hallway and out the back door, her entire focus honed in on their connection.

Kyle was holding her hand. Kyle had set his lips on her ear. Kyle had lost his shit when someone accidentally punched her. Surely, she was sleeping and this was a fantastic dream— minus the part where she got punched.

It was chilly outside. November in Georgia. Any temperature was possible. Kyle was wearing a T-shirt, but he seemed impervious to the cooler night air. Still holding her hand, he kept walking, too fast for her to keep up.

“Kyle,” she called out.

He spun his head around. His brow was still furrowed. Anger wafted off of him. His gaze roamed down her body to her legs. “Shit. Sorry.” He slowed his pace.

“Where are we going? Don’t you have to keep working?” She glanced back at the bar as they crossed the parking lot.

“Jeremy’s covering for me. They’ll live for one night.” He didn’t answer her first question, and his voice was still clipped.

Her heart was racing. Nothing made sense. If he was mad at her, why was he helping her? She couldn’t imagine what his plan was, but she clamped her mouth shut again and let him lead. It wasn’t like she had a fantastic plan herself. Maybe he was heeding her milkshake idea and wanted to see her there safely out of some misplaced guilt for not protecting her from some random accident of time and space.

At least he wasn’t nearly running anymore. She had to walk fast to keep up, but she didn’t have a choice because he was still gripping her hand in his larger, warmer, stronger one.

They walked two blocks, and then Kyle stopped in front of a building and pulled out a keycard. He brushed it over the scanner and the outer door clicked open.

“Kyle?” she asked.

He set his hand on the small of her back and continued leading her to the elevator. After being silent for far too long, he still didn’t say a word as they rode to the fourth floor and then stepped out.

Blaire was staring at him, confused and a little nervous.

It wasn’t until after he opened the third apartment door on the left that she realized where she was. “This is your apartment,” she pointed out.

He took her bag, his face finally softening. “Yeah. You couldn’t go to yours. There wasn’t another option.”

She couldn’t bring herself to move from where she stood by the door, but Kyle padded across the room and disappeared, leaving her there. He returned moments later with a bag of frozen peas in his hand. “This’ll help.” He settled it against her cheek, his free hand on her shoulder.

“You eat peas?” She had no idea why that was the first question to come to mind, but there it was.

He chuckled. “No. But I keep them in case I get punched.”

She flinched. “You get punched often?”

“It happens. Occasionally, I get between two guys going at it in the bar and wind up taking a hit.” He reached for her hand and drew it up to settle it on the peas and then released her. “Come sit down. Sorry, my place is a mess. I hadn’t expected company.”

Blaire didn’t move. “You didn’t have to do this. I would have figured something out. You left your job.”

He sighed. “You could have figured something out? You mean like your plan to sip a milkshake at a fast food joint until it closed? I can’t believe your roommate kicks you out every week like this. It’s weird.” He frowned.

“Well, she’s fair about it. I get Saturday nights.” It hurt to smile, but she did it.

His expression went from concerned to horrified, his eyes widening, his mouth falling open. “You’re serious?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I mean, not that I’ve ever exercised the option, but the point is she’s fair about it.”

Kyle blew out a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. “Jesus. You freaked me out there for a minute.”

She cocked her head to one side, confused again. He said the strangest things.
Becca Jameson. Blaire: Corked and Tapped, Book Nine (Kindle Locations 222-288). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Taking her to his apartment since she couldn’t return to her own, the conversation becomes very revealing.

I love Kyle and the way this plays out is sweet, sexy and heart-melting.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this series!

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 70 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two grown kids, and the various pets that wander through. She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.

A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, floating in the pool, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!


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Maddie – Corked and Tapped Book 8 By Becca Jameson


Corked and Tapped:
Because the best stories never start
with someone eating a salad.

Maddie
Corked and Tapped Book 8
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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“How many amaretto sours have you actually drank?” The truth was she’s had very little to drink. She kept buying the damn things in order to flirt with the mystery man behind the mask at the bar. He knew her. He knew her best friend. Who the hell was he? Intrigued and aroused from a night of flirting, she decided to take a chance on him.

So we learned quite a bit about the Phantom that matches Maddie’s Christine in the last book. Now finally we get to find out if this is a match made in Heaven or Hell.

Our Phantom is someone who knows Maddie, but she doesn’t recognize him. She’s pretty sure this is something her best friend Clara set up and she’s not sure how she feels about it. What she does know is she’s going to give this a chance.

“You say you’re in charge of this company party of yours?” he asked.

“Yes. I’m the event planner. I organized the entire thing.”

He nodded. “How late does it go?”

She tried not to pump a fist at that question, hoping he might invite her to join him in this main bar when her responsibilities were over. She could at least do that. No harm in having a drink with him. Getting to know him better. “I only paid for the open bar until eleven. After that, everyone is on their own.”

He ran a finger around the rim of his glass. “Do you have to clean up or anything?”

She shook her head. “Nope. Corked and Tapped is covering that part.” Yeah, he was definitely hitting on her. It gave her the courage to show her cards. “Will you still be here? I could join you?” She glanced at her watch. “I need about fifteen more minutes.”

His smile grew. He also set his hand on her hip, slid it around to her lower back, and leaned in to set his lips on her ear. “I’d like that.”
She shivered. Holy shit. He set her on fire. The dress she was wearing was incredibly low-cut. The bodice was actually a corset, and her breasts suddenly seemed two sizes too big. She hoped they didn’t pop out and embarrass her.

As he leaned back, she held her breath. He met her gaze, set a finger on her cheek, and trailed it down to her neck. “What are the chances I would show up here tonight dressed as the Phantom only to find a woman in a Christine costume? You kind of have to join me for at least one drink. It’s fated.”

What were the chances, indeed? She assumed this was not a coincidence. And that fact was the main reason she was going to let herself give him a chance.
Becca Jameson. Maddie: Corked and Tapped, Book Eight (Kindle Locations 102-117). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Once Maddie returns to the bar and her Phantom, things heat up quickly. She also thinks there’s something familiar about the Phantom. The only reason she is going to agree to anything is because he definitely knows Clara and although she can’t remember he says he knows her too.

I love the way he keeps the mystery going right up to the extremely hot scenes.

I laughed, sniffled and had to hydrate from the heat coming off the pages.

I can’t wait to see what Becca comes up with for the next book in this series.

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 70 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two grown kids, and the various pets that wander through. She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.

A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, floating in the pool, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!


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Ivy – Corked and Tapped Book 7 by Becca Jameson


Corked and Tapped:
Because the best stories never start
with someone eating a salad.

Ivy
Corked and Tapped Book 7
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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“You must be Cleopatra.” Her heart picked up its pace as he leaned against the bar next to her. His smile was mesmerizing. She liked him already. But her track record with blind dates was horrifying, and he was far too nice a guy to win her over. Wasn’t he?

We met Ivy as she helped Rose get dressed for the Halloween party. She seems to exude confidence but secretly she doesn’t. She hasn’t had a second date in forever, most of the first dates end up staring at her breasts or worse so some of those don’t even make through half a date.

She has one more first date from the dating site she joined but first is this crazy Halloween party. Maggie from HR has paired off people from different departments to sort of team build. Ivy is dressed as a sexy Cleopatra and the person she will be looking for will be dressed as Julius Caesar.

When she meets up with Julius at the bar, after noticing Rose and her vampire kissing, they finally start to get to know one another. Starting with some of their funnier first dates.

This is a favorite scene.

Cooper laughed. “Between the two of us, we could write a book. We could call it Fifty Failed Firsts.

Ivy giggled. “Right? It’s not like I’m not trying, but when I tell Rose about my evenings, she says I’m picky.”

“Rose says you’re picky? Rose? The woman who doesn’t look anyone in the eye?”

“Yep. You have a point. But she’s just introverted. I’m not exactly an extrovert, myself, but I can look someone in the eye and make small talk. Maybe I come off as too opinionated or something.” She shrugged.

“You don’t seem too opinionated to me. In fact, if you were my online date for tonight, you would have already had me wondering about a second date.”

“Aw. That’s so… cheesy.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. Probably. But I don’t see why anyone would be turned off by you in the first few moments. You’re gorgeous, funny, and conversational. Three of the top checks on my list.”

For once she was taken aback. “Thank you,” she murmured. “That means a lot.”

“Granted, I doubt you usually meet your dates wearing that fucking sexy dress, so maybe they don’t readily realize how hot you are.” He smiled warmly, his gaze still on her eyes, not her boobs. But he had noticed her body.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other at his bluntness. It took a second to get back on her game and respond. “You never know. Maybe this is how I normally dress.”

He laughed. “Touché.”

“Kidding. I never wear something this revealing on a first date. And let me just say, you would be the first person to warrant a second date from me.”

He lifted one side of his mouth. “How did I earn that?” His eyes twinkled. She loved the deep blue color.

“I haven’t once caught you staring at my boobs instead of my eyes,” she admitted. She had no idea why she was so comfortable with him.

“Ah, well, it’s not that I haven’t noticed. I’m not dead, and they are fantastic. But I make a point of never treating women disrespectfully.”

Lord. He was the real deal. Her heart beat faster. He’d somehow managed to compliment her without turning her into a sex object. It was enough to make her get all flushed. She needed to get the attention off herself. “So, tell me about you. Do you meet your dates wearing a toga?”

“Nope. Never. This is a first.” He took a sip of his wine. “Remember, I’m an accountant. I’m boring and nice.”
Becca Jameson. Ivy: Corked and Tapped, Book Seven (Kindle Locations 143-163). Becca Jameson Publishing.

I really like the way these two slowly get to know each other. Then there’s also the way Cooper manages to get some information on the Phantom that matches Maddie at Ivy’s request.

Finding Cooper is an artist at heart, gives a perfect opening to leave the party. I loved the way Ivy’s confidence grows with every minute these two are together.

So much fun, very romantic, and the perfect amount of sizzle in this wonderfully short read.

I can’t wait to read Maddie, especially now that I’ve been thoroughly teased about it in this book.

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 70 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two grown kids, and the various pets that wander through. She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.

A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, floating in the pool, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!


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Rose – Corked and Tapped Book 6 by Becca Jameson


Rose
Corked and Tapped Book 6
By
Becca Jameson

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“Please let me kiss you right this second. I’ll explain later.” Those were the first words he spoke to her, and then he made good on them and melted her heart. But she wasn’t the sort of girl who did one-night stands, and he would surely break her heart in the morning. On the flip side, nothing like this ever happened to her…

If you are reading these from the beginning you’ll remember that Jacoby Advertising has rented out the back room of Corked and Tapped for sort of a team building Halloween party. Employees have been assigned costumes pairing them off.

In this book we meet Rose, she’s to be a vampire and what a costume she has. Her appointed match will also be a vampire. When he approaches her is in the blurb for this book. It was more than just wow!

This is a favorite scene, which happens after that kiss.

“Jesus,” he murmured against her lips, his forehead touching hers. “I might not have actually lied to the girl from the mail room when I told her I had a girlfriend, because after that kiss, I’m thinking it was only a premature fib.”

She could do nothing but stare at him, blinking, as he took her hand and pressed it against his chest. His own fingers seemed to be trembling a bit.

“All I need is your name, and it will be official.”

She still couldn’t come up with verbs and nouns. Her name? She had no idea what it was.

He gave her a stunning smile, still leaving not a breath of space between them. “I’m Dylan. I work on the fifth floor in accounting.” His eyes. They were the only thing she hadn’t seen before, and now she fell into their brown depths.

Dylan. Awesome name. Hot guy. Kissed like a prince. Was she daydreaming and really she was still standing at that bar table waiting for him to arrive?

“You want me to start guessing?” he teased. “Barb? Stacey? Janet?”

She finally shook free of her stupor. “Rose.”

That winning smile that surely ruined women made her weak in the knees again. “I love that name.”

She tried to focus. “So, a woman from the mail room is here tonight, and you needed her to believe you had a girlfriend?”

“Exactly. I would have warned you ahead of time, but I didn’t know who you would be.”

“Of course.” Made sense. Her heart was pounding, though, and she wished she really were his girlfriend. She wished they weren’t pretending. She’d spent months pretending this man really was her boyfriend. “I assume she’s watching.”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.” His gaze never left hers, nor did his hold on her body, though she watched him swallow a few times as if he weren’t quite as confident as he appeared. “But just to be sure, do you mind if I keep holding you close?”

She nodded slowly. Words escaped her. For the last several months, she’d noticed this guy in the lobby, assuming he had a girlfriend. Apparently, she’d been mistaken. Surely he wouldn’t be holding her like this if he was involved with someone else.

It suddenly sank in that she didn’t know this man at all. He might do this to every woman he met. Maybe it was a pick-up line. It probably worked too if he always kissed like that. “What’s wrong with the girl from the mail room, by the way?”

“Nothing, except she’s about eighteen. I don’t know how else to dissuade her.”

“Oh. Yikes.”
Becca Jameson. Rose: Corked and Tapped, Book Six (Kindle Locations 112-133). Becca Jameson Publishing.

These two are awesome together. It just so happens that Dylan was also the one who swapped costumes with the boss so it really worked out well. Especially since the boss only had eyes for Clara. So the credit actually goes to Landon rather than HR’s Maddie.

I am truly loving these short reads, they have plenty of fun and heat. Perfect to read just before bed.

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Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through.

After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.


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Releasing Tuesday! Clara – Corked and Tapped Book 5 by Becca Jameson


Clara
Corked and Tapped Book 5
By
Becca Jameson

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“Nice costume, Sandra Dee.” She couldn’t believe it when she found out she’d been matched up with her boss of all people for tonight’s Halloween costume party. She’d been half in love with him for two years. But he has a no fraternization policy, and it’s going to take more than tight leather pants to get him to revise the employee handbook. Or will it?

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Dressed as Sandra Dee, Clara is helping her best friend, Maddie set up for the Company Costume party. In a wild brain storm Maddie thought it would be fun to match up folks from different departments by costume.

Clara’s a little bit afraid to see who the ‘Danny’ Maddie matched her with and when she realizes it’s her boss Landon, well things get very interesting. Only it wasn’t Maddie who matched her, Landon tracked down the guy and traded with him.

This is a favorite scene.

“What’s the matter?”

She lifted her gaze and tugged on the collar of her stupid jacket with one hand. “Nothing. It’s just hot in here.”

He frowned. “So, take off the jacket.”

She shook her head. “It would ruin the costume.”

“I’m pretty sure between the heels, the leather pants, the teased hair, the red lipstick, and the wad of gum, you’re safe.”

She’d forgotten the gum, and she immediately grabbed a bar napkin and spit it out.

Landon leaned in closer. “Besides, I’m curious about this 1950s top you’ve got on under that jacket.” His gaze lowered to her chest.

She self-consciously lowered a hand to tug the top up a bit, making sure her girls were still covered. She was wearing a black strapless bra under the tube top, but the lack of material still unnerved her. She wasn’t the sort to wear something strapless. “Yeah, well, I don’t need everyone in the office accidentally seeing more than they should. Monday morning would be an uncomfortable day if there are pics floating around of me having a wardrobe malfunction.”

He laughed, harder than she’d ever heard him before. He was far more relaxed outside of the office. And he shocked her to death when he tugged his hand from his pocket and set a finger on her exposed belly. “You have like one inch of skin showing. I don’t think it’s going to cause inner-office sexting. There are several employees dressed in far less material than you.” He punctuated his words by dragging that finger across her midriff until he tapped her belly button.

She sucked in a sharp breath, goose bumps rising on her skin. Surely she was reading too much into this banter. He could not be hitting on her. Gah. It was impossible to know for sure. The last thing she wanted was to misinterpret his intentions. It would be extremely embarrassing if she did. And she still had to work for the man five days a week.
Becca Jameson. Clara: Corked and Tapped, Book Five (Kindle Locations 176-190). Becca Jameson Publishing.

In many ways Landon had planned out this night intending to have it last longer.

Clara has had a crush on the man for two years and she’s about to throw her career right out the window for a chance to be with him.

This is another fun, sexy, and romantic read with plenty of sizzling heat.

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Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through.

After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.


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Jade – Corked and Tapped Book 4 by Becca Jameson


Corked and Tapped:
Because the best stories never start
with someone eating a salad.

Jade
Corked and Tapped Book 4
By
Becca Jameson

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“How did you find me?” What were the chances the two men she’d been in love with since high school would show up at her bar? Her heart seized. This was bad. Really bad. Because in five years, nothing had changed. She still wanted both of them.

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Jade, one of the waitresses at Corked and Tapped, gets quite a surprise when two men from her past show up in her present. Not only are they even more handsome and buff they also deliberately sought her out.

Jade is conflicted, Brody was her boyfriend and Carter was their friend, she still has a problem, one she couldn’t solve in the past and one she’s not sure she can deal with now. She wants them both.

Brody convinces her to join them at Carter’s apartment when she gets off work. Of course her boss Mike just encourages her to leave a bit early.

This is a favorite scene.

Jade continued working, hurrying around to her tables to make sure everyone had drinks. Mike had announced last call as soon as she stepped away from Carter, so she knew she only had fifteen minutes before the doors would close.

Fifteen long minutes.

She tried to concentrate and ignore the two men watching her work, but every time she glanced their direction, she found two heated gazes on her.

By the time Mike started ushering the customers out the door, she was beyond aroused. She was also bewildered. No matter how many questions came to mind, she had no answers. There was no explanation for the rabbit hole she was sliding down.

Mike caught her as she set her tray at the far end of the bar. He leaned over the bar and spoke in a low voice. “Go. You obviously have something that needs your attention. Someone else can help close.”

Jade met his gaze. The bartender had already left early with a woman with whom he’d been flirting for a year. A woman who’d occupied the same seat Carter was now in. That stool had some kind of superpowers. Last week another couple had sat there heating up the entire bar with their obvious lust.

And before that… Jade narrowed her gaze at Mike. “Don’t you also have someone waiting for you in your office?” Mike had met his new girlfriend, Aria, that night too. She was in his office again now.

He grinned. “I do.” Then he pointed at the door. “Go. Before I change my mind.”

Jade was nervous about leaving with Carter and Brody. Even though she was anxious to hear what they had to say, she was also completely unnerved.

Taking a moment to center herself, she finally made her way to the other end of the bar. “I can leave now.”

Brody smiled.

Carter beamed. The man had more enthusiasm at nearly every turn. He always had. But this situation was awkward at best. She was playing a game in which no one had given her all the rules.

“Did you drive here?”

Carter nodded.

“Are you parked in the lot in back?”

“Yes.”

“’ Kay.” She rounded the bar and grabbed her purse from the safe under the counter. And then she took a deep breath and followed the only two men who had ever managed to snag her attention.

Little did they know, after five years, she still had not replaced them. Not even for a night.
Becca Jameson. Jade: Corked and Tapped, Book Four (Kindle Locations 328-347). Becca Jameson Publishing.

There are plenty of emotions as memories of the past collide with new and unfamiliar territory for Jade. However, before anything can be said, she needs to confess something she saw, the night she decided to sever all ties.

Oh the reactions were priceless and when they finally get her to listen and actually hear what they are saying, things heat up rapidly.

Let me just say, these novellas are getting hotter with every release. I think I melted along with my kindle with the sizzling heat coming off the pages.

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After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.


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Brooklyn – Corked and Tapped Book 3 by Becca Jameson


Corked and Tapped:
Because the best stories never start
with someone eating a salad.

Brooklyn
Corked and Tapped Book 3
By
Becca Jameson

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“I am officially divorced.” She had never been so elated as she slapped the final papers on the bar and slid onto the stool. Did the bartender’s eyebrows lift higher than usual? She hoped so, because she’d been waiting a year to make her move on him. From the look on his face, she wasn’t the only one who’d been waiting.

I am loving these Novellas, they are fun, amusing, sexy and kindle melting.

Brooklyn’s divorce is finalized after a year of agonizing negotiations. She’s looking forward to flirting with Owen, the bartender at Corked and Tapped. Owen has become a friend, listening to her ups and downs over the past year.

Little does she know, Owen has been waiting for this day as well. He doesn’t flirt with married women, not even separated ones. Now that she’s free, Owen definitely brings his A game.

This is a favorite scene.

She watched his arm as he poured, admiring his thick hair, groomed beard, and the tattoo sleeve that swirled around his forearm. It extended up under his short-sleeved, black T-shirt with the Corked and Tapped logo. She had never seen the rest of his tattoo, nor did she have any idea how many he had, but she had spent the better part of the last year wishing she could.

Too bad her flirting game was pretty rusty; Owen probably had no idea she was attracted to him. Besides, she couldn’t be sure he would care. Just because he was nice to her didn’t mean he wanted to sleep with her. After all, he was nice to everyone who came into Corked and Tapped. Tips would suck otherwise.

When she lifted her gaze to his, she found him smirking again. And she got bold. Today was the first day of the rest of her life. It was time to put herself out there. “When are you going to show me the rest of your tat?”

He glanced over his shoulder at the old-fashioned clock hanging above the bar and turned back to her. “Mike frowns on naked chests behind the bar, but I’m taking a break in about half an hour,” he responded, shocking her speechless.

Owen laughed as he turned away from her and moved down to the other end of the bar.

Holy shit. Was he serious? Could she be so lucky?

She squirmed in her seat, watching his profile as he worked, wondering if there was any chance he was serious.
Becca Jameson. Brooklyn: Corked and Tapped, Book Three (Kindle Locations 76-87). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Every one notices the heavy duty flirting going on, and Mike, the owner, warns Brooklyn that Owen is not an interim type boyfriend. Even Jade notices the intense heat and makes some comments.

I laughed, gasped and almost cried as this sexy little tale unfolds. I can’t wait to read the next book in the series!

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After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.


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Grace – Corked and Tapped Book 2 by Becca Jameson


Corked and Tapped:
Because the best stories never start
with someone eating a salad.

Grace
Corked and Tapped Book 2
By
Becca Jameson

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“Is this seat taken?” Her breath caught and her heart skipped a beat when he turned to face her. This night was looking up. Almost before she settled on the bar stool, he took the reins, promising her a night she would not forget.

A normally straight-laced lawyer, Grace has given herself permission to let loose. She deserves to unwind and relax. She really works too hard, all the time. She decides on a neighborhood bar she’s never been to and is delightfully surprised at the environment.

There’s only one seat available, in the corner next to a gorgeous man.
After introductions, things start to heat up.

This is a favorite scene.

She took another sip of her martini, the stress of the day loosening. It didn’t hurt that she managed to snag not only a seat at the bar but it was next to a friendly man who wasn’t going to annoy her for the evening. She liked him. In fact, she liked him enough to flirt. It had been a while since she flirted. She shrugged. “I’m not sure it’s necessary to be on your best behavior.” She winked at him.

His smile broadened. “Okay, then.” He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his crisp white shirt. His tie was a swirl of colors. It gave the impression he had a sense of humor and wasn’t the stuffy sort. That and the wry smile that never left his face.

Yeah, she definitely felt flirty tonight. Why not? It was the weekend. Maybe if she continued to talk to Jack and he didn’t turn out to be a moron, she could spice up her evening. Deciding to put herself out there, she crossed one leg over the other and turned slightly to more fully face him.

“Have you been here before?” Jack asked.

She shook her head. “Nope. First time.” Another fortifying sip of her drink helped her relax further. “What are you drinking?” she asked, pointing at his beer.

He tipped it to the side a bit as he lifted it. “Local draft. I’m a microbrew kind of guy.”

“Excellent choice.”

“You drink beer?”

“Sometimes. Tonight I was in the mood for something stronger.”

“Rough day in court?” “

No more than usual. Just long. Occasionally, I have a client who makes me wish I’d never taken the case.”

“Ah, I can imagine. You must meet some interesting people.”

“Definitely.” She took another sip of her martini. “I’m sure you do too. Some people can be outrageous in a restaurant.”

He nodded. “Today I had to rescue one of my waitresses from an irate customer who insisted she used to have dinner at my place all the time and wanted to know why we stopped serving dinner.”

Grace laughed. “Have you ever been open for dinner?”

“Not one single day in eight years.” He chuckled. “Even though I told her I was Jack, the owner, and explained that she was mistaken, she did not back down. She finally left in a huff saying I was lying to her so my employee wouldn’t look stupid.”

“Lordy. I think that’s worse than what I put up with today.”

Jack turned fully sideways, his knee bumping hers as he set his elbow on the bar. “I’m sure you can’t go into specifics. Attorney-client privilege and all.”

“Right. Let’s just say if you’re going to cheat on your husband with multiple other men, maybe don’t take selfies.”

Jack laughed, a deep sound reaching into her and making her wish she had a hand on his chest while he made it. It would vibrate through her body and probably bring her close to orgasm.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been excited enough to bring her sexy bits to life. It had been too long, that was for sure. She should get out more often. Life always got in the way.

She glanced away for a second, trying to find a brain cell or two. Since when do you pick up men in bars and blatantly flirt with them, let alone get aroused from their laughter?

“Is it warm in here?” she murmured as she removed her jacket and hung it over the back of the chair. When she returned her gaze to Jack, she found him staring at her chest.

She flushed under his blatant admiration. “Nice blouse.”

She glanced down and back up. Yeah, it was a bit too revealing. And it didn’t help she’d chosen one of her sexiest lingerie sets that morning. The delicate lace and tiny roses lining the edge of her bra were not concealed in the least.

“If you took your jacket off in court today, I assume you won your case,” he teased lightly.

She flushed further, thinking perhaps she should put the jacket back on. Maybe her blouse was a bit more revealing than socially acceptable. As she reached for the blazer, he grabbed her hand. “Don’t. I didn’t mean to imply it was too much. I was complimenting you.”

She met his gaze, assessing him. “For the record, I never take my jacket off in court. Not even if it’s two hundred degrees.”

He smiled warmly. “See? Then you’re fine. We aren’t in court now.” He leaned closer, his voice dipping. “You’re fucking hot. Don’t be embarrassed. There are twenty-one-year-old girls in here wearing far more revealing clothes than you.”

She glanced around, licking her lips. He was right.
Becca Jameson. Grace: Corked and Tapped, Book Two (Kindle Locations 70-106). Becca Jameson Publishing.

I loved the conversation as it gets hotter and hotter. The hemming and hawing that leads to decisions that Grace might not normally make.

While I expected some of the outcome, I definitely got surprised. Plenty of build-up and extremely sensuous with sizzling heat.

I can’t wait to see what Becca has planned for the next book!

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After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.


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Corked and Tapped – A New Series! Aria Book 1 by Becca Jameson


Corked and Tapped:
Because the best stories never start
with someone eating a salad.

Aria
Corked and Tapped Book 1
By
Becca Jameson

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“I can be Mike.” Those words, combined with his wry grin, sent a shiver down her spine. Her blind date was a no-show, but this man… Damn. If he was willing to step in, there was no way she was going to turn him down.

Nothing like signing up for dating sites and not finding a match. Giving a new site a chance, this one is different. No pictures on the premise that just maybe you could find someone based on what you really want in a partner.

Aria has played it safe this time too, she didn’t jump into a date, they emailed and then texted for a couple of weeks before she agreed to meet him. The bar they are meeting at is called Corked and Tapped, a smallish but nice place. Aria is a bit early and when the waitress tells her to sit anywhere mentions she’s meeting someone and told she could wait at the bar should she desire.

Looking around she waits for a bit, then decides to approach the one single man at the bar who could possibly be her date Mike.

His response to her inquiry is in the blurb and had me giggling.

However this is MY favorite scene.

“Mike” spoke to her again. “So, how much do you know about this Mike? These dating sites intrigue me. Do you really meet decent people through them?”

Aria ran a finger along the condensation on the side of her glass and then met his gaze. “So far, no. I have high hopes for Mike, though.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Or maybe I was wrong.” A few more people had wandered into the bar, but none of them fit the description she had of Mike.

It was seven fifteen now. Apparently he was a no-show. Gah.

“How many men have you gone on blind dates with?”

“This would have been my third.”

“And the first two?” He spun his body to more fully face her, giving her the opportunity to really take him in. She figured he was about forty. His five o’clock shadow caught her attention, making her wonder what it might feel like against her skin. His fingers were wrapped around his glass, his thumb absently stroking the condensation on the side. She couldn’t stop herself from wishing that hand were cupping her breast, that thumb gliding over her nipple.

Jeez, Aria. Stop it. You came here to meet another man. Even though he hadn’t shown up, she felt slightly guilty to be shifting her interest to the man next to her. A total stranger. Mike. She giggled inside.

Why not have a little fun? This guy was at least nice, an improvement over Thing One and Thing Two. She sighed. “The first guy was too quiet. I mean, I’m not overly shy myself or anything, but I do need a bit more help than he provided holding the conversation. He answered me with one-word responses most of the night, and by the end, I was having more of a conversation with the waiter about boxing up my leftovers than I’d had with him.”

Mike cringed. “Bummer. And the second one?”

“He talked nonstop about himself. I wanted to run from the room within about five minutes.”

“Yikes. Which brings us to Mike. I can’t imagine meeting up with a woman I’ve never even seen a picture of. You’re brave.”

She sat up straighter and smoothed the hem of her skirt over her thighs, thinking she needed to say something to make herself seem less pitiful. “It’s not like I know nothing about him. We exchanged messages through the site for a few weeks and then phone numbers. We’ve been texting for a while.”

“You haven’t spoken to him out loud?”

“Nope.” She winced. “I decided if I’m going all-in with the app, I would treat the whole thing more like a blind date. I sound desperate, don’t I?”

Her stand-in Mike shook his head. “Not at all. I think it’s incredibly courageous to put yourself out there like that.” He glanced down at her legs and back up. “Though I’m not sure why you need to. Why don’t you have a line of men waiting to date you?”

She flushed as she lifted her glass to sip her sparkling water. Then she glanced around dramatically and returned her attention to him. “I don’t see you on a date this Friday night. Where is your line of women?” she teased.

He laughed, his voice deep and sexy. “Touché.”

She lifted a brow. “It’s early, though. Maybe you were waiting on someone or you have plans later.” She found she would be disappointed if he did. It was obvious Mike had stood her up, but this guy was friendly and fun and sexy. Flirting with him was not going to be a hardship. Though she wondered if it made her look too easy or desperate. What kind of woman meets up with another man the moment her date is a no-show?

He shook his head. “Nope. No date tonight. I was just going to sit here and have a few beers and call it an early evening.” His huge smile made her heart race again. “Or…”

She swallowed.

“We could actually for real pretend I’m Mike. You’ll get the blind date you were expecting, and I won’t have to go home to an empty apartment and reruns on television.”

She searched his face. Was he into her? He didn’t have to do this. He could have blown her off at any moment if he weren’t interested. The way he looked at her made her believe he at least found her attractive. “Hmm. Sounds like a plan I can get on board with.”

He held her gaze for a moment, and then he reached up, smoothed a finger down her cheek, and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

She shivered at the gentle contact as his hand trailed down the length of her long brown curls until he finally released the end. After picking up his draft beer and taking a drink, he set the glass back on the counter and met her gaze. “So, if the Mike guy you were going to meet was intriguing enough to go on a real date, tell me what I’m up against.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, fighting a grin. He was fun— sexy and fun.

“I’ll role play. Fill his shoes. What sorts of things did he say to you in his messages and texts? Obviously you were interested. So, I’ll pretend to be him.”
Becca Jameson. Aria: Corked and Tapped, Book One (Kindle Locations 95-133). Becca Jameson Publishing.

This ‘date’ rapidly heats up from here. The conversation alone is worthy of a prolonged encounter.

Kindle melting heat, with witty repartee and some interesting surprises!

Off to read Grace which is the second book in this series and releases the same day!

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After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.


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Claiming London – Club Zodiac Book 6 By Becca Jameson



Claiming London
Club Zodiac Book 6
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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She’s living life on the edge…
He’s hell-bent on taming her…

After five years in an abusive marriage, London wants nothing to do with men ever again. In fact, she’d rather spend her life doing everything she missed out on while she was married. Bungee jumping. Skydiving. Submission…

Pierce has already been married once. It didn’t work out. Undercover cops make horrible husbands. No wonder his ex-wife left him. So why the hell is he pursuing another woman?

London is determined to keep Pierce at arm’s length. Friends with benefits? Hell yes. The sex is great. The dominance is amazing. But Pierce wants more than he should, and when emotions start getting tangled up in what was meant to be a no-strings situation, London has to decide if it’s worth it to risk her heart again…

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I love this series, the new Zodiac Club in Denver was about to open, and the managers have found their loves.

Then there’s London, she’s Aaron’s sister and the events that led to her now being a widow, also led her to Pierce. She’s getting her life back together finally, and he is about to stop waiting for her to be okay.

This is a favorite scene.

London sighed as she arrived at her apartment. Finding Pierce on her doorstep wasn’t unexpected of course.

And sure enough, his eyes were narrowed, and his head was cocked to one side. Yeah, he was going to lecture her.

She forced herself to ignore him, unlocked the door, and left him standing in the entry. He would come in of his own accord. She didn’t need to invite him.

She passed through the small living room to the attached kitchen area to set the box of doughnuts on the table. It would probably be a while before she was able to enjoy them. After grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, she leaned against the counter, crossing her ankles in front of her. She didn’t offer him anything. In fact, she hadn’t even spoken. “Go ahead. Get it out of your system. I’ve got other things to do.” Things that don’t involve listening to yet another lecture from the men in my life.

“What other things?” he asked, his shoulders relaxing. Was he smirking at her?

“None of your business. Maybe I have book club or maybe I’m going to get a piercing or maybe I just plan to go make new friends at the local bar.”

He gave her a slight smile now. “Book club?”

“Yeah, you’ve heard of them. Where people get together to discuss something they all read. I do read, you know. After all, I have a bachelor’s in English.”

Now, he fought harder against the smile, which infuriated her a bit. Sure, she was lying through her teeth about belonging to a book club, but he didn’t have to make fun of her. “What book did you read?”

She threw up her free hand. “Maybe we’re reading Anna Karenina. Jesus, Pierce.”

“Tolstoy, huh?” He shook his head. “You have friends. Why do you need new ones?”

“I had four friends, and one of them is my brother. One of them is his girlfriend. She hardly has a choice either. I assume I’m down to those two now that I broke Hope’s trust by telling everyone she was hiding out in my apartment.”

“Do you realize how scared Aaron was while he didn’t know where she was?”

And here we go…

“He spent the entire night worried about her. You had to know that.”

She rolled her eyes. “She’s not twelve. She’s a grown woman. She can make her own choices.”

“Yes. She can.” His voice rose. “But a good friend would have convinced her to at least let the people who care about her know she was safe.” He stood taller, his voice rising again. “I’m just saying—”

“Stop shouting at me.” She set her water down with a shaky hand and stomped past him to put some distance between them.

He spun toward her. “I’m not shouting.”

“Yes. You are. Don’t do it. If it makes you feel better to chew me out, go ahead. Get it out of your system. But don’t raise your voice. I don’t like it when men raise their voices.”

He sighed, stepping closer. “I’m sorry. That shitty excuse for a husband screamed at you, didn’t he?”

She didn’t respond. She didn’t have to. Pierce was perfectly aware of what her abusive husband did to her before he chased her down at Colin’s house, broke in, and fired enough rounds inside the room to get himself shot and killed by the police.

Pierce hadn’t been the one to shoot Louis. He’d been there as a detective, but outside. Really, he’d been there as a friend of Rayne. A friend who just conveniently happened to be on the police force.

“Hope isn’t mad at you. I spoke to Aaron. They worked things out. You’re not going to lose her as a friend.”

“She should be. I would be if I were her.”

“Chicks before dicks?” He grinned.

“Something like that.”

“Well, she’s a bigger person than that. She wouldn’t have wanted you to let Aaron call the police and file a missing person’s report while you were standing right next to him and knew perfectly well where she was. It’s understandable.”

“Fine. Whatever. You done?” She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t face Pierce right now. It hurt too badly. She hated knowing she’d disappointed him and probably lost him in the process.

“What other friend did you lose?”

She gave him the most exasperated look she could manage. “You. Now, are you done?” She headed for the door, intent on getting him to leave.

He didn’t follow her. “Why me?”

“Because I knew you would eventually barge in here all disappointed in me and lecture me about my bad choices. I’m not interested in being constantly judged. I don’t have time for that from anyone in my life anymore.” She opened the door and held it, sweeping one hand toward the hallway. “So. Off you go.”

He didn’t budge. Instead, his gaze trailed to the bandage on her biceps. “What happened to your arm?”

“I got a tattoo.”

His lips curved upward again. “Of course you did.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t get all offended. I’m just not surprised, is all.” He stared at her a moment and then slowly sauntered toward her, his gaze locked on hers, his expression strange and unreadable. When he reached her side, he pushed the door closed and kept advancing, forcing her back against it.

Before she could wrap her mind around his actions, he set his palm on her neck and rubbed her cheek with his thumb. “But back to your earlier statement, I didn’t really want to be your friend anyway. I’ve known you for two months. At no point did I really think of you as a friend. I just pretended because I knew you needed time and space before I asked you out on a real date. I’m done waiting now.” His gaze shifted to her lips.

She gasped. Was he going to kiss her? It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. He was the kind of man any woman would swoon over. Military. Police officer. Tall, dark, handsome. The works. This was the first time he’d gotten this close to her. It was also the first time she’d been certain he was interested in her in this way.

Kissing him was a bad idea, but she had no interest in stopping him. It had been so many years since anyone looked at her with the smoldering gaze he was currently using.

He seemed to gauge her reaction and found it agreeable because a moment later, his lips were on hers. Soft. Gentle. Smooth. And then rough and demanding as he tipped his head to one side and moaned into her mouth.

She grabbed his biceps to keep from collapsing to the floor as her knees threatened to buckle. All her bravado fled in an instant.
Becca Jameson. Claiming London (Kindle Locations 192-195). Becca Jameson Publishing. Kindle Edition.

This book is filled with decisions for both London and Pierce. Things had to change, London needs to grow, and Pierce needs something a bit less dangerous than going undercover.

A page turning read, with lots of sensuous heat and a perfect new romance.

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After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.


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