13 Things I'm Thankful For

13 Things I'm Thankful for on Thanksgiving Day!

Today, in honor of Thanksgiving, I am listing 13 things I am thankful for:

1. My and my husband's family.
2. My friends. (I don't have a lot, but the ones I have I'll keep)
3. My job. (Hey, it pays the bills)
4. My publishing career (I can't complain that I got 3 contracts in 6 mos)
5. Facebook (I sooooo enjoy having fun on it -- on my personal page especially)
6. My new iPhone. (so, yes, this is shallow, but I'm an email/internet addict)
7. My sense of humor (because some days I really need it)
8. Texts from Last Night (a site I look at when I need to laugh until I cry)
9. My book BANGED UP is now on Amazon, available for the Kindle!!! (Check it out here!)
10. Our new wood floors. (Our house looks so different!)
11. Online social networking (I have met SOOOO many people: writers and readers alike.)
12. Being able to afford necessities. (so many people can't.)
13. My husband. (yes, he should be at #1. I don't know why he puts up with me.)

So what are you thankful for today?



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An Interview with guest author Lynn Hones

Please welcome my guest author Lynn Hones! Don't miss her giveaway at the end of the post!

• When did you get started writing and what motivated you to write? I wrote my first book, Bubbles the Bear and Dinkles the Duck, when I was eight or nine. It was so successful I wrote the sequel, The Further Adventures of Bubbles the Bear and Dinkles the Duck around the same time. I found these two years ago in my mom’s dresser drawer after she died and we were cleaning out her house. She kept them all these years.

• What genres do you write in and why? I write paranormal romance because I fell in love with the old black and white movie, The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, as a child and was always fascinated by the concept of falling in love with a ghost.

• What do you have published and where? Those Who Wait, published by Devine Destinies is my first ebook. Well, it’s my first published book. I have a second to be published by them, due out in the future. It’s called, The Cult of Light and Lies. I’m working on a third that’s untitled as of now.

• Tell me about yourself? I’m turning fifty this December 23rd. YIKES. But, really I’ve never been hung up on getting old. I’ve earned every wrinkle on my face. I quit drinking and smoking about twelve years ago and my husband and I joke that we will live to be one hundred because we won’t be able to die. We are more popular than ever, though. We would be rich if we charged for being designated drivers.

• Where can we find you on the Internet? I can be found on http://www.lynnhones.com/ and lynnhones.blogspot.com

• What do you like to read? Who are your favorite authors? I love to write fiction, but read mostly non-fiction. I’ve read quite a bit of Stephen King and everything by Ann Rule.

• How do people react when they find out your are an author? I don’t tell many people. I think they have a preconceived notion that authors are swell. I’m not swell. That was one of my mom’s fave words.

• Do you like writing your hero or heroine better? Which POV do you prefer? Wow, what a great question. I like to write both. Kind of like a volley, if you will.

• What is your perfect hero? Perfect heroine? Perfect hero is probably the hero in my book, Those Who Wait. A tall, thin, muscular, sandy long haired quiet man with a short beard and mustache. He’s educated, but you’d never be able to tell because he’s so humble. He’s a leader and tough as nails. She’s quiet and kind of clumsy, like me. I have always had long blonde hair, so I prefer my heroines to have dark hair. Also, I prefer her to be a little older, thirtiesh, pushing forty.

• Do you belong to any writer’s chapters or groups, like RWA? Not right now.

• Do you have any recommendations for aspiring writers? Persistence. Keep trudging along. If you’re a born writer, you’ll write. If not, you’ll lose interest.

• How long did it take you from when you started writing to being published? From first submitting to being published? I give it about five years, give or take. I have two children who take up most of my time, so I write in between science projects and frosting the cupcakes.

• What do you think about the future of epublishing? I think it is inevitably going to take over books. But, not entirely. People will always want that feel of the book in their hand. It will take a long, long time, but it will happen where ebooks will outnumber those in print.

• Do you do research for your stories? If so, what kind? Yes. I researched for my book Those Who Wait. It is a Civil War Cemetery and my great, great grandfather was a Union guard during the war. I have a brother who is the family historian, so I asked him all about that. I do a lot of research on the internet, but am careful that I get the info from a reliable source.

• Are you a plotter (plots and outlines) or a pantzer (by-the-seat-of-your-pants writer)? I’m a Seat of my pants person. Why? I find that my characters are living and breathing to me. They kind of take over and write their own parts. (That sound sorta creepy.)

• What is the best or worst writing advice you’ve ever received? The best is to be thick skinned. People will either like your work or they won’t. Don’t listen to those who don’t. They simply prefer something different, and that doesn’t make your work any less good. The worst, hum…let me think. I don’t remember. I probably forgot it because I thought it was stupid and not worth taking up any of my few remaining brain cells. I was a bit of a hippie in the seventies.

• Do you use a pen name? Why or why not? No. I thought about it. But, if I write a best seller someday, I want people to know it’s ME! lol

• Is there a genre that you haven’t written that you would like to? No, not really.

Raised in a convent, shy and beautiful Simone O'Henley is innocent in her understanding of men. When she meets handsome, self-assured Jackson Taylor while resting at a friend's remote cottage, he leads and guides her to trust him. She trusts him enough to fall in love, and in her naive way, hopes he feels the same way as he brings her to wants and needs she never knew existed in her small, secular world. When phantom voices and groans come from a grove of nearby trees, she's relieved to have him by her side. However, it's the day he disappears without a word that has her terrified. Did he love her? Was he a land developer the locals told her he was, or simply a caretaker of the property nearby? Join Simone as she travels far and wide looking for the only man she has ever loved and watch as she discovers the truth. A truth that turns her simple world upside down and into the winds of thought and reason.

Go to http://www.devinedestinies.com/ for purchasing information. Also, go to my website, http://www.lynnhones.com/ and check out the gift package I'm sending as a thank you for purchasing my book. One of a kind Sea glass necklace with matching earrings, whimsical sea glass and driftwood windchime, four sweet, tiny sea glass Christmas ornaments and two bookmarks with attached sea glass bottles. I normally only send one of these out, but for Christmas I'm sending all nine. (I sound too much like crazy Larry, or one of those stupid infomercials, YIKES.) I love to send these out, though, and so far the people taking advantage of this offer have loved them as well. All wonderful, positive feedback. Not only on my sea glass creations, but on my book as well. My book takes place near a beach, and the sea glass is from the same beach as in the story.

Also, if you have time, check out lynnhones.blogspot.com and read my blog about sea glass. If you leave a message you’ll be in for my drawing, taking place on December 15th. You can win a rare, dark blue sea glass necklace and earring set in sterling silver. So, please come on by. (I’ll be your designated driver.) lol. Take care, and have a great day.

What’s In a Name? by Anne Kane

Please welcome my guest author Anne Kane!

Every time I write a story, I fall in live with the hero. Shallow of me, I know, but I can’t help myself. Without fail, he’s exactly the man I want at the moment. I wonder why that is!

The hero in Wayward is named Tore. Sometimes finding just the right name for my hero takes days, weeks or even months. I once made it half way through a manuscript before I found just the right name for the hero. Another time, I changed the hero’s name because the publisher and editing staff felt it wasn’t masculine enough. Since they are much more qualified than I to judge what readers want, I took their advice.

I like the sound of the name Tore. It’s an ancient Norse name, fairly common amongst the Vikings. I found several sites that listed the meaning. One gave it as a variant of Thor, the god of thunder. Another listed it as meaning a warrior of Thor. To me, it sounded strong, decisive and dependable, all traits that I saw in my hero.

My Tore is tall and blond, with the physique of the legendary Viking warriors who plundered the British coasts between 800 and 1066 B.C. As a resident of the future, he wreaks mayhem and disorder throughout the known universe, and when he meets a maiden in distress, his second impulse is to help her rescue her sister.

His first is to make sure she keeps her part of their bargain!

Thanks Anne! Anne's newest release is Wayward part of the Stargazers series. Available now at Changeling Press!

BLURB:
Katarina and Abbie are twin Stargazers, and their mother, fearful of the pirates that run rampant in this part of the galaxy, has been hiding their abilities for years. But when Abbie is kidnapped, Kat boldly offers her services to a very sexy pirate captain in return for his help.
Tore is fascinated by the sexy young Stargazer, but how far is she willing to go to save her sister?




EXCERPT:

Kat perched atop the bar stool and took small sips of her cocktail, assessing the other drinkers in the popular portside bar. She needed to find a man. The door made a whooshing sound as it slid open, and she turned her head.

The man strode through the doorway like a conquering Viking, and she studied him with interest. Well over six feet tall, his wavy blond hair hung loose to his shoulder blades, held in place by a thick strip of leather around his forehead. His eyes were like chips of ice-blue rock, sharp and hard. He walked with the loose, easy gait of someone who spent more time off planet than on. Thick ropes of muscle covered his arms, with more outlined beneath the tight material of his heavy uni-suit. He slid onto a barstool at the far end of the Last Chance, and the bartender immediately bustled down to take his order. No waiting for someone like him.

When the bartender had served the Viking look-alike his drink, she motioned him over. “Who is he?” She tilted her head toward the newcomer.

A smirk lit his dark features while he gave her a quick once-over. “That’s Tore, captain of the Sun Runner. Usually stops in here when the ship’s in for maintenance. Rumor has it he’s a pirate, but I’m not stupid enough to ask him if it’s true. He generally doesn’t pick up any female companions here, but for a class act like you, he might make an exception. You want an introduction?”

Kat grimaced at his suggestive tone. She did, but not for the reason he had in mind. “No, thank you. I’m perfectly capable of introducing myself.”

The bartender shrugged and drifted over to group of miners playing cards. Kat waited a few seconds, gathering her courage. This Tore fellow looked like he might be just what she needed. Now all she had to do was convince him to help her. She wasn’t sure the credits she’d accumulated would be enough to buy the loyalty of a pirate. She took a deep breath and slid gracefully off her stool.

She almost made it to his side before the huge stranger turned his head. She felt a dart of pure lust lance through her as his gaze swept her from head to toe. Up close, she could see the rows of scars on his arms and face, evenly spaced so you knew they weren’t inflicted in a fight, or by accident. Those kind of marks bespoke deliberate torture. She shuddered. It was the kind of torture the Intergalactic Council liked to call rehabilitation.

“How much?” His deep voice reverberated through every nerve, causing moisture to gather deep inside her pussy.

She knew exactly what he meant. He thought she was one of the whores who frequented the bar looking to pick up new clients. She should be insulted, but the smoldering passion deep in those gorgeous blue eyes made her consider, just for a second, taking up the ancient profession. A man like this would generate so much power. And so much passion. Unfortunately, she didn’t have time right now to slake her thirst for sex.

She let her regret show briefly in the smile she flashed him. “I’m not a whore. I’m looking to hire a ship, one that’s fast and able to fight.” She paused, realizing she should be careful about how much information she divulged. She knew nothing about him or his connections.

He lifted one eyebrow, a spark of interest lighting his eyes. “Really? And what would you need a ship like that for?”

Kat held out her hand. “My name is Katarina. My friends call me Kat, and I have my reasons. Are you available?”

He stood, towering over her, and Kat found herself tilting her head to keep eye contact. A cynical smile hovered on his lips as he reached out and took her hand, holding it just a fraction of a nano-second longer than necessary. She wondered if he knew what he did to her pulse rate.

“Name’s Tore. Perhaps we should get a private booth if we’re going to discuss business.” He glanced over at the bartender who nodded toward the back of the bar.

Kat licked her suddenly dry lips, feeling unexpectedly nervous. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea. “Certainly.”

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Juliana, Rosa, and Shani--three very different women with a common bond: all are on a journey of healing, self-discovery, and hope. Join them as they conquer fears, forgive past wrongs, and come to terms with their inner selves. Do difficulties in life really make one stronger? Can a shattered heart ever heal enough to love again? When one's life seems hopeless, what lengths will one go to find hope?

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13 Things I’ll be doing today in Atlantic City!

13 Things I’ll be doing today in Atlantic City!

Today, in honor of Thursday Thirteen, I will be heading to AC to have a little fun. Ok, the first part isn’t true, but the second is! We got a free room at Harrah’s. We’re not big gamblers but hey, you know, economy’s tight and I guess they are even trying to reel in the little fish. So I’ll be:

1. Playing the penny machines. (HEY, I said I’m not a big spender!)
2. Accepting the free drinks (HEY, they’re free!)
3. Sleeping in a beautiful room at Harrah’s.
4. Enjoying a nice dinner with my new husband. (Ok, we’re NEWLY married but he’s not so NEW to me!)
5. Avoiding the smoking sections of the casino.
6. Wandering around and checking out this sprawling 113,000 square foot casino since we’ve never stayed there before.
7. Just plain wandering around.
8. Window shopping at the Waterfront Shops (Did I say window shopping? Remind me of that later.)
9. Wandering over to check out the Borgata.
10. Wandering over to check out Trump Marina.
11. Hell, just wandering.
12. Playing the penny machines some more.
13. Crying when I’ve run out of my pennies.

Ok, SO this list is lame. I’ll admit it. But I don’t care; I’ll be in Atlantic City enjoying myself. See you on the flip side!


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An Excerpt from Rip Cord, a m/m novella

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Releasing 11/30 from Phaze Books as part of their "Rebel" themed Heatsheets

BLURB FOR RIP CORD:

Gil Davis had hated high school. Ever the geek, he had no intentions of attending his 10th year class reunion. The last thing he wants is to relive the taunting and teasing he received during his teenage years. However there is one thing he missed from high school: the star Varsity football player. The one he had a crush on since the first day he laid his eyes on him. But the last thing he expects is the now pro football player to come back to their home town to attend a lame high school reunion. Known as the Bad Boy of the NFL, Ripley “Rip” Cord, not only shows up, but shows up without a date and an eye for Gil.


Enjoy an excerpt from Chapter One of RIP CORD:

Gil Davis couldn’t believe it had been ten years since he’d last walked through those doors. Where had the time gone?

When the invitation to his class reunion had come, he almost tossed it out, just as he had with the notice of his fifth year reunion.

He was not into reliving his high school years.

No way, no how.

But something on the invitation had caught his eye… this time they were holding it at the school. So instead of immediately pitching it, he had thrown the invitation on his kitchen table. Unfortunately, Katie, his best friend and roommate, found it and hounded him relentlessly until he agreed to RSVP.

And, of course, Katie insisted on being his date.

Which thrilled him to no end… Not.

Now he wasn’t so sure if he wanted to go in.

He wasn’t sure he was ready for a night of teasing from his former schoolmates.

Yet, here he stood, just inside the double doors of his old high school staring at the registration table by the gymnasium doors.

Someone grabbed his elbow. Firmly.

“You’re not chickening out are you?”

Gil just shook his head and swallowed hard. “Did you find the restroom all right?”

“Fine,” Katie said in her little no-nonsense tone. “Let’s go.”

The harder she tugged on his arm, the more he dug in his heels. He didn’t want to leave his little corner of safety yet. “Hold on.”

“No, Gil. It’s not going to get any easier. You look fine. We’ve – okay, I’ve worked really hard to get you to this point.” She smoothed the hair back from his eyes. Gil was surprised she hadn’t spat on her fingers first like a hovering mother hen.

The problem was, he was still a nerd at heart.

“Now, get your shit together and let’s go!” She gave his arm one last hard yank and dragged him over to the table.

Sucking in a breath, he steeled himself for what was to come.

The two women sitting at the table wore big predatory smiles.

“Gilbert? Gilbert Davis is that you?” the toothy piranha on the right asked. “I swear I didn’t recognize you without your bottle-bottom glasses and pocket protector.”

Those glasses were long gone thanks to Katie dragging him years ago to the optometrist for contacts.

Gil leaned forward to read her name tag. Bonnie (Trusk) Smith.

Bonnie Trusk. He remembered her. She had been part of the Homecoming Court their senior year.

And had accidentally run over his foot one day in the parking lot with her Eddie Bauer Explorer. Why? Her excuse had been she hadn’t seen him. Yeah, he had been the invisible man, “invisible” to all of the popular kids.

“Just Gil,” he corrected her.

She laughed and waved a hand toward him, clearly dismissing him.

The other woman, Patti Petroski-Harrison, shoved a “Hello! My name is… Gilbert Davis” sticker at him. “And your hair! It looks…” Gil expected the next word out of her mouth to be “normal.” Her face showed her internal struggle. “Nice.”

He was a geek. He knew it. He had been one ever since he could remember. And his classmates had always teased him about it.

She sized up Katie. “Are you his wife?”

Katie laughed and patted Gil’s arm. “Oh, no.”

Gil gave her a quick warning look.

Katie just gave him a sugary smile and a noisy kiss on the cheek.

“Well, then,” Patti said. “When you go through the doors, Gilbert, there will be a table with place settings. Find your name and that will tell you where you’re seated.”

“Just Gil,” he corrected again, but by then both women were flashing their beaming smiles at another couple who had come up behind them.

Katie tugged him to the side to avoid being crushed by the new arrivals’ hugging and squealing. Gil didn’t recognize the newcomers. But then they had probably been a part of the “in” group.

Gil had been a full-fledged member of the “out” group, but not the “out of the closet” group.

A woman’s shrill scream shot a bolt of pain through his head.
“Did you hear Rip Cord is going to be here? Can you believe it?” the one called Patti asked, her question ending in a squeal. She looked as if she would bust a vein.

Gil stumbled back a step from the table, barely avoiding Katie’s toes.

Holy hell, he never should have agreed to come to this thing. Especially if he’d known Rip would be here.

Gil had a crush on Rip since high school. Unfortunately, Rip was definitely of the heterosexual persuasion. Being captain of the football team, he’d had every girl in school chasing after him, one way or another.

So he’d admired the well-built, handsome jock from afar. Very afar.

Hearing Rip’s name brought all those old feelings back to the surface.

All the insecurities.

Gil certainly had never expected his secret crush to come back to town for a ten-year class reunion. Rip had become way too famous for that.

Gil grabbed Katie’s arm and, with her squeaky protest, dragged her through the double doors into the gym.

“Jesus, Gil. What’s going on?” she asked as he pushed her against the wall just inside the doors.

“Did you hear that?” He struggled not to hyperventilate.

“What?” Katie peeled the backing off of Gil’s name tag and slapped it onto his chest. Not so gently either.

“Rip is going to be here.”

“Rip?” She wrinkled her nose. “What the hell is rip?”

“Not what. Who!” Gil swallowed hard and blew out a long breath. He realized then he was squeezing her upper arms. Way too hard. He relaxed his fingers.

“Okay, okay. Calm down. And let up a little more please.”

He released her and wiped his sweaty palms along his slacks. He never should have worn slacks. Slacks were nerd-wear.

Why didn’t Katie talk him out wearing them? He should have worn torn jeans or leather pants or --

“So is Rip a band? I would have thought they just would have hired a DJ. It’s cheaper.”

“Wait. What?” Gil shook his head. “First of all, why would they need music?”

Katie pointed a finger upwards. “Hear that, nerd-o? Music. You know, it creates atmosphere and gives you something to dance to.”

“Dance?” Gil swallowed hard. He cocked his head. He did hear music. He hadn’t noticed it because he’d been too panicked about Rip being there. “Okay, just don’t ask me to dance.”

“No can do, Gilly. We will be dancing. I didn’t come along to be a wallflower.”

“Katie, you know I can’t dance,” he hissed inches from her face.

She had the nerve to laugh. As if his lack of rhythm was something to laugh about. His coordination left something to be desired. Gil considered it a handicap – maybe not one recognized by the government. But no one should make fun of the handicapped!

Gil frowned. “I didn’t see anything on the invitation about dancing.”

Katie sighed. “Gilly, don’t worry, we’ll fake it.”

“Don’t call me Gilly here. It’s bad enough people will be calling me Gilbert.”

“Okay, Gil. So if Rip isn’t a band then who or what is it?”

A low murmur throughout the room behind him caused Gil to look up. Coming through the doors…

Gil pressed a hand to the wall to steady himself. His legs had suddenly lost all strength.

Coming through the doors was…

“Him,” was all Gil could get past the lump in his throat.

“Him?” Katie turned the direction Gil was staring and her mouth made a little “o.”

Gil had expected Rip to walk in with a tall, leggy blond on his arm – one who was enhanced in various places. He hadn’t expected Rip to come… alone.

Ripley “Rip” Cord was just as tall as Gil remembered. Around five inches taller than him, not that Gil was a squirt. The football player was at least six foot two.

And every inch of him was muscle, not lean muscle, but heavy muscle. Heavy, rounded, lickable muscle.

Gil glanced at Katie. “You’re drooling.”

Katie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “As if you aren’t.”

JEANNE ST. JAMES loves to write hot, steamy romances. BANGED UP (a m/f erotic contemporary romance) is NOW available at Liquid Silver Books here. Her interracial menage a trois (m/m/f), DOUBLE DARE, will be released in January at Loose Id. Her m/m novella, RIP CORD, will be released 11/30 as part of Phaze's "Rebel" Heatsheets. For more information on Jeanne and her upcoming releases check out her website at www.jeannestjames.com.

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Bound by Deception – Christa Paige
Once Bitten – Trina M. Lee
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Raven's Shelter, a new release by Dariel Raye

Please welcome my guest author Dariel Raye who has a novella in Taming of the Wolf (Volume 2), a Wild Rose Press release! ~~ Jeanne

Raven’s Shelter Blurb

Raven, a sentinel wolf shifter, is captured and locked in his wolf form until Karen, a veterinarian, tries to tame him and unleashes a 6'5" baby blue-eyed surprise.

Dr. Karen Marshall is a veterinarian with a calling – save as many stray animals as possible. The only child of wealthy, yet distant parents, she’s convinced that love is not for her. Until…

Raven’s search for his twin sister leads him to Karen. Born into a rare species of wolf shifters whose main purpose is protecting others, he has always been forced to fend for himself, but Karen’s loving, protective nature draws him – and not a moment too soon. Together, they must learn to trust each other enough to overcome a new, deadly enemy.

Here’s an excerpt…

Karen rubbed her patient’s head and removed her surgical gloves. Surgery had gone well and the freshly neutered dog was doing fine. Fia approached her as soon as she stepped into the hallway. Boss, there’s this gorgeous guy here to see you. He says he’s a vet, too. He was asking Auriel if he could look around the clinic.”

“Look around? Dammit, Ron must have sent him.” She stepped into another room, removed her scrubs, and washed her hands. “Where is he? Waiting room?”

“Yep. I must say all the female clients are enjoying the view.”

Karen frowned, genuinely puzzled. “What are you talking about?”

“The view! You know – good looking man – enjoying the view? Even the pets stopped whatever they were doing and looked at this guy when he walked in here.”

Karen shook her head. “Well, view or no view, he’d better not be one of Ron’s minions coming in here to piss me off or he’s gonna get cussed out today.”

“And that would make today different how?”

Karen gave Fia a no you didn’t look. “I don’t cuss every day.”

Fia laughed. “Ahem. Okay. You’re the boss, but I’ve never met another woman who can cry real tears over a dog or cat getting hurt or lost and turn around a minute later and cuss every human around her like a sailor. I’m just sayin’.”

Karen rolled her eyes and started walking back to the waiting area. “Where’s my guest?”

“Dr. Adler?” Fia called Raven to the front counter to meet Karen.

Karen stared as a tall man with wide shoulders and wavy black hair approached the counter. She knew her lips were parted, but couldn’t seem to force her jaw closed as she watched him in awe. He moved with the grace of a predator – slow, sensual movements as if his muscles rolled when he walked.

“Hi doctor.”

A few moments passed before Karen realized that Dr. Adler still held his hand out for her to shake. All suspicions about him working for Ron flew from her mind as her lower abdomen lit up like a furnace and her lower limbs melted from the heat. “Oh, hi doctor. You are from?” She tried to cover, something she seldom had to do. She was not a woman who spent much time thinking about men, let alone falling all over one. She was not accustomed to having to control her reactions.

“I’m from Washington State. I do apologize for keeping you from your patients, but I only…”

Karen found herself staring again, his words dropping to a low hum. His eyes were like water - liquid pools of baby blue in an olive-colored complexion framed by the blackest hair she had ever seen on a white man. He had high cheekbones, full lips, a straight nose, and as he spoke, she could see just a hint of pearl-white pointed incisors. The imperfection made his features perfect.

“Doctor Marshall? Are you alright?”

Karen noticed his entire expression becoming one of concern as the baby blue pools narrowed. She blinked slowly, realizing that he was awaiting a reply from her. She covered again. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t get much sleep last night. You were saying?”

“If I could bother you for just a few minutes longer in private.” He smiled.

Bother? His smile gave her an even better view of his imperfect yet perfect white teeth, and she felt as if a light switch had been turned on, causing the fire inside her to flare. “Oh, no bother.” She looked around the waiting room. “Five minutes?”

That smile again. “Five minutes.”

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