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Weekend Writing Warriors
Good morning everyone. Happy Sunday! I’m sharing the first lines from Cerise Amour, my next title coming soon from my Unlikely Gentlemen series.
Cerise stretched her long limbs, enjoying the feel of silk sheets caressing her naked body. She’d retired the night before wearing a sleeping gown, which, as usual had been discarded. Without looking, she knew it lay on the floor next to the bed—on his side. Her foot mistakenly, or perhaps not so accidentally, skated down his calf, and his breathing changed from a rumbling snore to a growl.
In one fluid movement he surrounded her, pulling her back tight against his chest. Even though he emitted more heat then the smelting furnaces they’d viewed in Luxemburg, Cerise shivered.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“I don’t like pretending to be dead,” she whispered.
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Have a great week!
Gem Sivad
Baby it’s cold outside…
Welcome to the Baby it’s cold outside blog hop. And, oh my, that title is dead-on–at least where I live. As I write this post, the snow outside has changed from a light frosting to a heavy sheet of white.
Brrr…
Time to warm up. Here are a few of my favorite keep-out-the-cold necessities. 
Hot Chocolate…
My mother made it with cocoa powder, sugar, a dash of salt, water, and milk all mixed in a pan and cooked on top of the stove. I use a packet of instant chocolate, empty it into a mug, add some milk, and nuke that bad boy until it’s hot and the marshmallows are melted goo.
Hot Fire…
I never get tired of watching a fire or smelling wood smoke. And my gosh the joy of coming in from outside and warming your backside and then your front, turning in front of the flames like a wiener on a stick. But nothing warms me up faster than the next… 
Hot Love.
And of course, if it’s a cowboy you’d like to curl up with in front of a fire, you might want to try a little Eclipse Heat, my erotic western historical romance series published by Ellora’s Cave and available at most third party distros.
Breed True Excerpt: Julie rocked in the big chair that had materialized shortly after she’d arrived. She was snuggled in a blanket, staring mesmerized at the flames when she was jerked from half-sleep by pounding on the cabin door.
“Who is it?” She wasn’t going to lift the plank, unbarring the door, without knowing who stood outside.
“Let me in, Julie.”
She was enormously relieved to hear Grady’s gruff voice. When she swung open the door, he took in her nightgown, the crib in front of the fire, the rocking chair pulled up close, and he smiled. It was such an unusual expression on his face Julie smiled back. He sniffed the air, “Sure smells good in here.”
Before she could hurry to get supper for him, or pour him a cup of coffee, he pulled her into his arms. “Hmmmm,” he murmured into her hair. “You smell good enough to eat.”
Damp from his shirt and pants seeped into her nightgown as she stood in the circle of his arms. When she shivered, he pulled the blanket tighter around her and stepped back, releasing her. “Sorry. Forgot I was all wet.”
Unexpected feelings of tenderness welled up in her throat. Julie took the blanket from her shoulders and wrapped it around his. “I don’t want you getting sick. You work too hard and don’t take care of yourself.” When she would have stepped away again, he pulled her close inside the cocoon of the blanket. “You should get out of those wet clothes,” she whispered, trembling, but not from cold.
“I think you need to get out of that damp nightgown too,” he murmured, walking toward the fire without releasing her. He stopped by the crib where Amy snored softly at one end and Emma smiled in her dreams at the other.
She grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. He untied the ribbon on her nightgown and pushed it off her shoulders to fall at their feet. And then he kissed her. His lips settled gently over hers, asking without words. She opened for him, and his tongue explored her mouth.
A moan escaped her throat as she felt the brush of his hot skin against her breasts. She liked the feel of his callused hands, thumbs circling her nipples erotically as he continued to plunder her mouth. “I want you, Julie—want me too.” He used the words that always inflamed her.
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