Snippet Saturday – Say Anything

I know I know! I’m late again. I spent the morning working on proofs and the afternoon at Charlotte Motorspeedway at the Nascar Nationwide Race. It was hot but it was great fun. And because today is Author’s Choice, I’m going to choose something different and new that I’ve been working on and am close to finished with…

In staying with the racing theme of my weekend, I’m going to take a snippet from the follow up to Stick Shift, titled Drive Shaft…


(it is unedited so just bear with me…)

She turned on her stool to see her ‘date’ making his way back to their table, four beers clutched two by two in each of his hands, three of the bottles she didn’t recognize the labels of. She supposed those three were for him and the Bud was for her. Good. Two was too many. She only wanted one, only needed one. One she could finish rather quickly, but two… She’d have to nurse a second one to not get a light-headed rush. She liked beer and wine well enough, but it didn’t take much to get her a little tipsy.

Tipsy combined with Hot Yummy would be a bad decision. Her parents raised her to know the difference, to weigh the consequences of her choices and her decisions, the good ones against the bad ones and more than one beer with Jason would be one of the monumental bad ones. She wouldn’t be able to control the urges already flowing through her. It’s how she and Grant had ended up in bed that first time. Beers. Three of them to be exact.

“For this place being in the middle of nowhere, it sure is crowded. And it’s only Wednesday,” Jason said as he rounded the table and put the bottles in the center.

Alli reached out and pulled the Corona toward her. “The other half of the crowd will be here after church tonight.”

Jason grinned and took her bottle, placing it out of reach. He shook his head and pushed one of the unknown ones toward her instead. “Try it.”

She eyed it with uncertainty. “What is it?”

“A good ol’ Texas beer.” He lifted his bottle and touched the edge to his lips, tilting it back slightly.

Alli was mesmerized, watching his throat work, completely forgetting her own bottle in front of her. She’d pulled the lime from the opening, intent on sucking on it as she always did but as she stared at him, she inadvertently squeezed it, dripping lime juice on the table and over her fingers.

It startled her out of staring and she looked down, hoping he hadn’t caught the guilty flush. His chuckle said he hadn’t missed it. Dammit all. The man had her flustered and she just didn’t like it. She picked up a napkin to wipe it off because no way in hell was she going to lick the lime juice off with him right there. No Sirree Bob. She wasn’t going to give him any ammunition or reason to… To what she didn’t know, but she wasn’t giving it to him.

He beat her to the napkin, though instead of wiping it across her hand, he swiped his thumb through the juice. He didn’t use the napkin to clean his thumb either. No, he licked it, long and slow and she watched it, rapt and caught.

He locked gazes with her and then offered her the napkin.

“Wha-what’s this for?”

“To wipe the drool off your chin.”

He said it so seriously, with such a straight expression on his face that it took her a few seconds to realize there was a teasing glint in his eyes. And…a few seconds more to realize that she’d unconsciously lifted her hand to wipe her chin.

She narrowed her gaze at him as she felt heat creep up her neck and into her cheeks. She dropped the napkin. “You’re not funny.”

“I am.”

“You’re not cute.”

“I’m damn adorable.”

“You’re not sexy.”

“You haven’t seen me naked.”

“You’re not my type.”

“I’m so you’re type, but more importantly, you’re very much my type.”

He sat back and drained the rest of his beer in one long pull. She continued to watch his throat work as he swallowed, watched his hand as it curled tighter around the bottle. When he put it down, she was mesmerized again by him, stared at him as he licked his tongue across his lips.

“More drool, Alli.”

He reached out and touched the bottom of her chin with his forefinger and dragged upward until he was pressing against her bottom lip. She opened her mouth slowly and bit.

“Son of a bitch!” He yanked his hand away and glared at her. “What the hell was that for?”

“Teasing with me. Toying with me.”

“You deserve a paddling for that.”

She gave a very unladylike snort. “As if you could give me one.”

“More than if you don’t watch it.” He tilted his second beer bottle up and swallowed a healthy bit.

“Oh I’m shaking in my boots.” She followed suit with her beer, though she was still on her first bottle.

“You’re going to be shaking in a whole lot less than your boots when I’m finished.”

“You think you can get me in less than my boots? You think you can get me naked?”

“No doubt in my mind.”




“You’ve got a damn fine one.”

So did he but she wasn’t about to tell him that, wasn’t about to admit anything at all to him like that. He’d caught her staring more than once and she wasn’t going to give him any more ammunition, at least not with words. Words she couldn’t take back. Looks she could deny all she wanted and he had no proof but once the words were out there she’d never be able to lie and say she hadn’t said them.

She polished off the rest of her beer and sat back in her seat. “Who are you? Really, I mean.”

“Jake is my older brother.”

Alli knew her eyes had grown wide. “I didn’t know Jake had a brother.”

“Yeah, neither did he, until recently. He’s my half brother.”

“Same mother or father?”

“Father. After his mom passed summer of last year, he came looking for dad in the off season.”

“Wow. I don’t know what to say. That had to have been hard on both of you.”

“It was. Of course, dad knew who Jake was, had followed Jake’s career, but he’d never tried to capitalize on Jake’s name. He’d given up his parental rights to Jake a long time ago.”

Alli just nodded and kept quiet. She’d grown up in a fully functioning family. Her parents hadn’t divorced until she was grown and gone and she was still close with both of them. She didn’t know what it would be like to grow up knowing you had a parent out there that willingly gave up all rights to you.

But then she asked, “Did your dad put you in racing?”

“No. That was all my doing. I mean, I used to sit and watch races with him but I asked about getting into it. I wanted to do it. I thought it looked cool going two hundred miles an hour in a car.”

As he talked and shared more about himself and his life, Alli found herself increasingly curious about and interested in him. She didn’t want that. She had enough to concentrate and focus on. She didn’t need the distraction of a guy, especially one like him. Young, hot, cowboy race car driver. Damn, she didn’t think it could get any better than that.

“What are you thinking?”

“Huh?” Alli shook her head and picked up her other beer. This was definitely gonna be a two beer night. And likely more than two, but not before she had it out with Grant about why setting her up with Jason was such a bad idea. “What? Nothing why?”

Jason smirked and shook his head. “You don’t lie very well.”

“I’m not lying about anything.”

“Then tell me what you were thinking.”

“Why do you care?”

“I can’t get to know you unless I know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours. I’m a lot of things, but a mind reader isn’t one of them.”

“It’s not as if we’re getting involved. This is just one date.”

“Oh we’re getting involved all right. This isn’t just one date. This is the first date.”


Jason grinned and took a swallow of his beer. “Confident. We’ve been over these traits.”

“We haven’t been over the trait of asshole.”

“No, because I’m not one.” He put his bottle down. “What are you studying?”

“I’m taking some marketing and business classes.”

“For your new business?”


“What is it?”

“I’d rather not say.”

“I’d rather you did say. Look, Alli I really do want to know about you. I liked you even before we met and really like you now that we have. I want to know about you from you. Grant has told me all this, but I really would like to hear it from you. Please.”

“Just the first date?”

“Yes. I’d like to see you again.”

“Neither one of us has the time.”

“There’s always time.”

“You’re too young to be that wise.”

“It’s not wise. It’s…determination. If somethin’s worth it, you make the time. I’ll make the time for you.”

She considered him as she toyed with the bottle in front of her. She picked at the yellow label and turned the bottle around. Shiner Bock. She’d never heard of it before. She wasn’t even sure she’d tasted it as it went down. It had been smooth, heady, much more so than the normal, everyday beers she drank.

As she got a corner of the label between her fingernails, lowered her gaze as she peeled the paper from the dark brown bottle. He was watching her, waiting for an answer. He wanted to date her. They’d just met. It was crazy. They didn’t know one another. How could he want to date her? How could she want to crawl up his body and ride him until they were both so worn out…? How could he offer her a spanking? How could she not give him a chance?

“Am I gonna start seein’ smoke comin’ out your ears? You’re thinkin’ real hard, Alli.”

She peeked at him. Wasn’t he too young for her to take seriously? Wasn’t he too young to be talking so much older and wiser than his years? And what in the hell was she thinking? The drivers and crew members liked to have just as much fun as the next person, but they also had a maturity that men twice their age sometimes didn’t have. They’d have to though. They had a dangerous job. A cool job, but dangerous. It was part of the reason she was drawn to the sport, but also why she kept things cool and casual.

She wasn’t sure cool and casual would fit in with Jason’s ideas of dating. “How do you know I’m worth it?”

He laughed. “Need compliments that bad?” He shook his head and took the beer bottle from her, sliding her beloved Corona in front of her. She grabbed at it like it was a life jacket. “I don’t know it, but I’m willing to try anyway. You have some good people in your corner. I tend to trust their judgment and they say you’re worth it.”

And they should know, she thought. They’d been around her long enough to see her good and bad sides. “Casual?”

“As casual as you want?” he offered.


His eyes widened and she had to admit to a feeling of pride at having caught him off guard with that question. He’d kept her on her toes for the last hour or so. It was time for the tables to turn just a bit.

“If you want.”

He spoke around the mouth of the bottle before tilting enough for the amber colored liquid to flow between his lips. She didn’t know who she was kidding with the sex talk. She’d do him right there on the floor if she could get away with it.

“I might not.” She was full of crap. She only hoped he couldn’t see through her to know that.

End snippet

I’m sure you’ve already read snippets from the other participating authors, but just in case…

Megan Hart:Read in bed!
Rhian Cahill
Eliza Gayle
Jody Wallace
Mandy M Roth
Leah Braemel
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Shiloh Walker
Shelli Stevens
Zoë Archer
Lauren Dane

Have a wonderful holiday weekend! I’ll be racin’ it tomorrow again with the Nascar Coca-Cola 600.

And by the way, Say Anything is one of my favorite movies. Ever. Lloyd Dobler Rules!


Guest Author and Giveaway: Pauline Allan

Hi Lissa! Thank you so much for having me on your blog today. When you asked me about how it felt to finish See Me, my debut release from Loose Id, I had to sit back for a second and really think about that question. One feeling kept coming to the forefront when I contemplated that final day of writing. Confusion. Yep, I was confused as hell. I’d written three full-length novels prior to See Me, of which I’d never submitted, but had a notion that this book was going to be the one I’d let others read. I had made my note cards, written in my spiral notebooks about the important points I wanted to hit on, and dove into the character’s psyche with sheer bravery. So– I typed the last paragraph. The last sentence. Finally, the last word. Now what? Sure, I was going to let my best friend read the book. Yeah, maybe even some of the gals at work. But submission? Um, I guess so. I can give it a try. I sent my three little chapters and  synopsis, never expecting to hear back from one of my all-time favorite publishers. And the days went on. I felt lonely without Sean to tell me I was safe and Abigail to give me the courage to face each day. I’d relied on their voices over the previous two months. It was quiet. Too quiet. I was confused. I’d let them have their happily ever after. Where was the narrator to go? What was my place? Then a tiny voice whispered in my ear. Her name was Marah. She asked if she could finish telling her story. Ella, her best friend, had given her the courage to ask me. I clicked on the Desert Seduction file in my documents folder and opened myself up to Marah once again. Her story is currently being formatted for submission to Loose Id. If that wasn’t enough to keep me confused, Lily whispered to me three days ago. Her story is also up in my que getting its polish to go at the same time. It’s funny how a writer, at least for this one, feels whenever a book is completed. I always feel a bit left behind, lonely, confused. The emersion in the work is so saturating that I forget what is going on outside my little hole in the world. When I do finally emerge, like a turtle from her shell, it’s frightening and bewildering. Thank goodness there’s always another voice ready to tell me its story. 🙂

I’m running a contest for anyone who wants to chat today. Leave a comment to receive a free copy of See Me and an Amazon gift card!


Abigail Swanson’s spirit has been battered, a body left for dead to recover to find fear and loneliness. Due to an abusive relationship, she is unable to feel the one thing she longs to have again. She builds a lucrative business specializing in the commodity she can’t afford to experience. Passion.

Sean Drennan traded his fists for a portfolio, but the cost was too great. Now, considered damaged goods, he’s unable to find employment. Desperate to gather some quick cash, he reluctantly agrees to take a job in the field guaranteed to make him sell his soul.

So what does a successful pornography entrepreneur do when her clients are demanding a tattooed hunk and her performers don’t fit the bill? She puts all her trust in an ex-con who has nothing to lose. Can he save her business and her heart at the same time or will his fighting ways leave him cold and lonely yet again?

For one voluptuous, scared woman it’s love at all costs. For one man it’s a new experience he’s more than willing to fight his way into. But can Sean and Abigail survive the dangerous ride?


See Me can be purchased at:

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Guest Author: Shara Lanel – Read an eBook Week

So it’s Read an E-book Week, and, after all these years as a published e-book author, the average person actually knows what I’m talking about!

When my first novel, Enlightened Love, was released in 2004, I was by no means an e-publishing pioneer. Sony put out its first dedicated e-reader in 1992, but there were digital books before then (according to Wikipedia). This article on eHow cites the growing popularity of the Internet in the 90s as truly starting the spread of e-book popularity, but in 2004, 2005, 2006…I was still explaining to my hair dresser, dentist, doctors, and friends that an e-book was a digital version of a novel that you could read on your computer or certain electronic devices. The first device I had—a Palm Pilot—I bought just so I could show people what an e-book looked like. Got my mom to buy one also. But for half a decade the question I always got when I said I was a published author was: “Can I get your books in the bookstore?”

Now everyone has “Kindle” and “Nook” on the tips of their tongue. Amazon certainly took advantage of the growing use of the internet, so that now they’re capitalizing on it with the Kindle, with instant downloads of videos and music, and the gold standard online catalog for ordering paper books (and everything else now). And outside the dedicated e-reading devices, we now have Smartphones and tablets to read on, not to mention our lowly computer screens.

But every now and then I still hear a comment about loving the feel and smell of paper books. I do, too! It’s not a choose-one-or-the-other proposition. I’ve got an annotated Sherlock Holmes omnibus—it’s huge and heavy and hard to keep open to the right page. I’ve discovered that I like downloading the individual stories from Project Gutenberg for free and reading them on my Kobo. Many authors are now publishing their out-of-print books as e-books, but for the ones I can’t find, I’m hunting down the paper versions in used bookstores or at library sales. And I’m still rushing into Barnes & Noble searching for a brand new hardcover by an author I love and keeping the autographed copies that I have. I’m a bibliophile—you can’t keep me away from a good book in ANY format.

But a few months ago, for the first time, someone asked, “Are your books available for Kindle?” I was shocked. “Why, yes. Yes they are!” And many other e-formats, too. You can check out excerpts at

Here’s a blurb and excerpt from my latest release…


Human/werewolf relations were forbidden. Guy’s father had made that clear years ago, but Guy had come very close to disobeying with naïve, teenage Olivia. He’d barely kept his body under control, as he’d held her during her first shocking orgasm. Years later, on edge with anger, grief, and the pull of the moon, Guy knows she’s the last person he needs near him.

Olivia is overcome with humiliation at the mere thought of seeing Guy again, though he’s starred in all of her fantasies over the past several years, but she refuses to leave his doorstep until he answers her questions about her missing sister and the dead body found on his property. Problem is, he’s ordering her to leave while blocking the door, telling her to get lost while pinning her between his hard body and the table, saying he doesn’t know what he’s doing while his every touch takes Olivia closer to heaven.

Sometimes forbidden love is worth the risk, but sometimes it leads to revenge and murder.


Blame It on the Night Excerpt:

Olivia clapped her hands together. “So are you going to offer me coffee or a beer or something?”

Guy hopped up, but not to head to the kitchen. He pointed to the window. “Don’t you want to get back to town before this gets really bad?”

Olivia stood and, for a moment, thought he could be the murderer, but that made no sense. She knew Guy, or thought she did. He was a good man. “Jeez, not very hospitable, are you?”
“It’s just better if you leave.” His face had been hard when she’d arrived, like there was some unknown emotion scarring it, but it had loosened up as they talked. Now it had returned to granite.

Well, if she’d had any hope of a little fling with Guy while she was up here, that quelled the idea. Not that she’d had the idea. She’d been over her crush for years. She needed to find Amy, fix her problem, and catch the next plane south. No time for personal entanglements. It was just that since she’d seen Guy at the lumberyard, she couldn’t get him out of her mind. And her body…well, it seemed more alive than it had been in months. When she got back to Florida, she’d need to spend some time taking in the nightlife, put herself out there more so she could meet someone. It was her own fault that she spent so much time alone.

He’d opened the door and looked out, but now he was frowning. “Shit.”

“What?” She was still sock-footed, so he couldn’t push her out the door that fast. She followed his gaze and saw…gray, and she could only see that because of the powerful barn and house lights. “Shit.” It wasn’t that the snow had accumulated that much — probably an inch or two of fresh stuff — but the wind had picked up, blowing the devilish ice crystals everywhere.

“And you’re driving that low-to-the-ground rental car. Does it have winter tires on it, at least?” Normal New York conversation, but Guy’s eyes looked intense, like there was a more compelling reason for her to leave than the snow.

“Um, maybe?” she said to keep it light, but Guy’s knuckles were white from holding the door too tight, and his other hand shook as he brushed back his hair. A few stray flakes settled, then melted on his face, leaving tiny drops that Olivia wanted to lick off. Okay, where had that thought come from? She forced herself to look away. “Well, you’re right. I should head out. It’s not too deep yet, so I won’t have to worry about getting stuck in any drifts.”

Guy shut the heavy door against the cold and leaned back, shoving his hands in his pockets. His chest moved with his breath as if he’d just completed a long run. “I could drive you to town with the truck.” Not that he sounded happy with the idea.

Olivia shook her head. “No. Then I’ll be stuck without a car, and I want to keep looking for Amy.”

“I can pick you up in the morning to come get your car.”

“Once I get off your road, it won’t be that bad. Well plowed, I’m sure.” She reached for her still-damp sneakers and walked over to the half-log bench at the trestle table to put them on. She tried not to think about the deep ditches on either side of Guy’s unlit, narrow road.

“And you don’t even have boots.” His hand was out of his pocket and through his hair again, leaving odd little peaks that somehow made him look sexier.

“The car has a very nice heater.” She didn’t know why she was arguing with the truck idea. It was sensible. Maybe it was that he seemed so unwilling; she didn’t want to obligate him to come get her in the morning. Shoes on, she popped up, grabbed her coat, and walked to the door, which he still blocked with his large body. “Seriously, there’s not much on the ground if I leave now. No problem.”

He shook his head slowly, his jaw clamped, his eyes looking over her head instead of at her, his hands jammed in his pockets again. He certainly didn’t look like he was going to move.
Olivia took a step forward and reached for the door handle just below his elbow. She hoped ingrained manners would get him to move to the side. His hand flashed out and grabbed her forearm.

Jeez, maybe she should revisit the murderer idea.

“You have to leave.” His voice was like grinding stone.

She rolled her eyes as she looked down at his hand on her arm. “Then you have to move out of my way.”

“Leave, dammit.” But now he gripped her shoulders with both his hands to the point of pain, and something happened with his eyes.

Olivia blinked, and Guy’s eyes seemed normal again, but his thighs pressed against hers, making her stumble backward, toward the table. He didn’t loosen his grip, and Olivia abandoned her protest because of her sudden awareness of Guy’s muscular thighs, warm hands, and musky scent. Why was he saying one thing so passionately but doing the exact opposite, like his body was possessed? One minute his piercing gaze set her body on fire, the next he stared over her head as if he couldn’t look at her.

Find more of this excerpt HERE


In the kitchen with…Cam

Hey y’all! Grab a seat and let’s talk…cookies. Yeah, I know. It’s a little odd to have a character such as Cam Carter from Stick Shift know how to make cookies. Molasses cookies at that, but he does. See, his mama thought it would something good for him to know, something good for him to be able to sneak out of his back pocket when he was trying to impress a girl. And impress, it does. I don’t care who you are, most of us, like and or wish a man we loved/lusted after knew his way around the kitchen with either sweets or coffee.

I know I would have appreciated it. However, DH does know how to load a dishwasher much better than I ever could have managed, so maybe we’re even…sorta. But, I still love the idea of a man cooking, baking even… At least making me coffee. There’s something inherently wonderful about being woo’ed that way, being taken care of in that basic way. It’s intimate.

Cam uses his way with cookies as a way to mend the bridge between himself and Lily, as a way to soften her heart toward him, as a way to, as his mother had once said, impress the girl.

Now, really… who wouldn’t melt at a bad boy race car driver bringing you cookies that he’d made himself? I know I damn sure would…

Do you have a man who cooks for you? Cooks with you? If so, can I come for a visit? 😉

Just Like Starbucks Molasses Cookies (borrowed from Kate at Stolen Moments Cooking)

  • 3/4 c. butter or margarine
  • 1 c. brown sugar
  • 1 egg
  • 1/3 c. blackstrap molasses (or 1/2 c. plain molasses)
  • 2 1/2 c. flour (You can use any combination white/whole wheat flour)
  • 2 t. baking soda
  • 1 t. cinnamon
  • 1/2 t. salt
  • 1/2 t. nutmeg
  • 1/2 t. ginger
  • For rolling dough – 1/2 c. white sugar

1. Cream the butter or margarine and brown sugar together until fluffy. Add the egg and molasses and beat for an additional minute.

2. In a small bowl, combine the dry ingredients. Sift or stir with a fork or whisk for 30 seconds.

3. Add the dry ingredients to the wet ingredients and mix just until combined. Cover dough and refrigerate for 1 – 2 hours, until firm.

4. Roll heaping tablespoons of dough into a ball, then roll through white sugar. Place on lightly greased cookie sheets and bake at 350 degrees for 10-15 minutes.


I love Molasses Cookies. They are my favorite, especially if iced, but I’ll take them sugared as well.

An orchestra musician, a private music teacher, and a homebody, Lily’s a full-figured, quiet woman who lives a fairly simple and solitary life. Aside from music, she has one big passion: stock car racing. She’s been a fan for as long as she can remember and makes the yearly pilgrimage to Daytona as often as she can. When she’s offered a chance to get away to North Carolina and attend two weeks of races, she jumps at it. Little does she know what that chance has in store for her…

Cam Carter is one of the most successful young drivers in the top tier of the stock car racing circuit. All over the country, he’s well known to racing fans, loved by some, respected by a few, and hated by others. He’s arrogant, strong willed, and a consistent winner. What he doesn’t have is balance…until he meets a pretty, very curvaceous, and unassuming fan named Lily.

Lily fears the difference in lifestyles, ages, and personalities while Cam in turn, embraces them. Can they find a way to cross the finish line and take the checkered flag together or will the obstacles push against them until they crash and burn?

Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse.

Available as an ebook from Loose-id, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance eBooks, Sony Reader

Hopefully next time, Cam will be able to take time out of his busy racing schedule to join us 😉



Guest Post: Beth D. Carter

A Cover Says it All

The first thing that draws our eye is beauty. And beauty is everywhere; the color and texture to a painting, the sun setting in the horizon, a favorite actor or actress, and in simple things like the smile of a child or the sparkle of a diamond ring. Is it no wonder, then, that the cover of a book must be absolutely perfect to set apart from the competition and draw the buyer’s eye?

I will admit I have bought a book solely on the cover. The book I bought was Forbidden by Evangeline Anderson. It was about two angels sent to earth and the cover blew me away when I first saw it. Luckily, it was a wonderful story, so I didn’t have to suffer with buyers remorse.

Now-a-days, with the cost of books (even ebooks), a story has to take full advantage of every strategy to grab the readers’ attention. The cover has to incorporate a lot detail, so it’s very important that the cover artist bears in mind not only the story, but the artist themselves. Most publishers won’t consider that far, only content with producing a sexy look to market the book. I think I’ve been very fortunate that the two publishers I’ve worked with have actually listened to my ideas, my feelings, because the work I’ve produced is not just a thing to me, it’s alive. I’ve breathed life and soul into each story, and I appreciate the artists who take the time to listen what I envision.

For my novel, Kismet, I had pictured ‘green’. Toward the end of the book, when the hero, Kris, and the heroine, Evie, are declaring their love, they are locked in a passionate embrace deep in the Louisiana Bayou. So I told that vision to the artist and she came up with a truly beautiful cover.

There are certain covers that jump out at a reader and proclaim “Buy me now!” I went to Lissa Matthews bookshelf and my jaw hit the floor. Have you seen her covers? OMG! I think my favorite is Artic Shift. What a powerful cover with the blown out white and hungry looking man.

It is said a picture is worth a thousand words. Even in the digital evolution of e-books emerging, a cover is one of the most important aspects of giving personality to the story. It guides the reader into seeing the hero and heroine, bringing them to life and adding depth to the drama unfolding. All of which is needed for that brief time where the reader escapes into fantasy.

-Beth D. Carter

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