Embracing His Empire by Sai Marie Johnson – Memorial Day Release –

Embracing His Empire

by Sai Marie Johnson

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Blushing Books Publications

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Caecelia of House Servili was born and bred to be a powerful woman with an education and the life of splendor as a senator’s daughter, but when a foreign enemy sieges their estate, killing her family and abducting her, her entire world changes.

Now the captive of a strong and dominant king from the enemy kingdom, she learns truths about her past that will challenge everything she imagined for her future. In the process, will she learn to love the man she was destined to spend her life with?

Publisher’s note: This book contains sexual scenes and a hint of discipline. If this disturbs you, please do not read it.

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EXCERPT:

Title: Embracing His Empire

Publisher: Blushing Books Publications

Author: Sai Marie Johnson

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

© 2017

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“What happened?” I asked as soon as my mind focused on his face.Xenocrates crossed his arms and sighed with a shake of his head.

“You almost got yourself, and me, killed again. I told you to be cautious as you went about the ship, didn’t I?” he asked me. I sat up, realizing that I was completely naked, save for the fur he had thrown over my flesh. I knew not what to say to him, but I realized, in that moment, I had an opportunity to begin my inquisition. “I want to know why you keep saving me, if I am nothing but a product of your conquests. I want to know why you keep acting as if I am the most important spoil of this campaign,” I said vehemently. He slipped down to squat in front of me.

“That should be easy enough to figure out,shouldn’t it, Caecelia? You are a beautiful woman, and I am a detestable man. Is that not what you think of me?” he asked.

I peered back at him in confusion and uncertainty. He apparently knew I thought little ofhim, but I had never spoken such words aloud. “Is that truly why you keep showing me kindnesses and some semblance of humanity, Xenocrates? I cannot fathom how the servant you send to me has admitted that you have treated me better than any other captured prize in your years of owning her,” I stated.

Xenocrates chuckled and slid his hand to rest atop my knee. “Ah, you are a wise little wench, aren’t you? More than I had accredited you for, but your blood runs with such wit, I should know,” he stated.

“I am Daejian. Surely, you know our people are some of the most intelligent of any other country,” I said with an air of arrogance.

“Ah, yes, a Daejian wench, who thinks she is better than all the rest.”

I could tell this aggravated him and that he did not appreciate what I had said. in the least.

“What else could it be, Xenocrates?” I wondered, if I asked the correct questions, if he would give away what Livania had told me, but I did not want to betray her confidence. The only friend I  seemed to have was the Briekian girl, and solitude was not something I wanted to experience again, while in captivity.

“Perhaps it is that I find your mind to be intriguing. What difference does it make, in the end, Caecelia? I am the king, and you are the captured. I do as I wish, and you will do as I bid. I do not have to answer your queries,” he replied.

“First of all, Your Majesty, I am your equal in stationary class and, here, you continue to answer me and speak to me as if I were that equal. You have yet to put me in a collar or chain. You have kept me from the other men and you enjoy challenging my thoughts. So, I ask you—am I to be your pet, Xenocrates?” I asked.

“No, I do not see you as something meant to be kept for mere stroking, Caecelia. I will not touch you unless you beg for it. Mark my words; you will do so. Every woman I cross, eventually, begs it, and you will be no different.” He winked and stood again.

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New Release from Kelly Dawson – Daddies Take Control

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Blurb:

Jen McLeod’s life is falling apart. Having been caught selling marijuana as a last resort to pay for her brother’s expensive, highly specialized medical care, she faces the loss of her job and the potential for jail time. Penniless, desperate, and unsure what to do, she foolishly tries to steal a wallet from Luke Lewis, an old boyfriend, only to be chased down by his brother Cody.

Luke still has a place in his heart for Jen, and after the two brothers listen to her story they promise not to report her theft to the police if she will accept a punishment from them instead. Seeing no other choice, Jen agrees, and a few moments later she is sobbing and promising to be good as her bare bottom is soundly spanked.

The humiliating punishment leaves her with blushing cheeks and a burning backside, but afterwards Luke holds her in his arms and comforts her, and then the brothers make her an incredible offer. If she will be their little girl, obeying their rules and submitting to their discipline, they will bring her to live with them and provide for all of her needs.

Though she is shocked by their generosity and wonders if all of this might be too good to be true, the brothers quickly prove they are serious about taking care of Jen. She soon finds herself being bathed, cuddled, and spanked when she is naughty, and when the two brothers claim her beautiful body completely their firm, dominant lovemaking leaves her spent and satisfied. But can she learn to behave or will she spend most of her days with a bright red bottom?

Publisher’s Note: Daddies Take Control is a stand-alone sequel to Daddy Takes the Reins. It includes spankings, sexual scenes, and age play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy Daddy Takes the Reins on Amazon or read for free in Kindle Unlimited! http://amzn.to/2r7ich5

Daddies Take Control Excerpt

“Cody’s going to put you across his knee and spank your bare bottom,” he informed her. “And I’m going to watch.”
He heard her sharp intake of breath, saw the colour drain from her face. He watched her stiffen when Cody first took her hand but she visibly relaxed when he stroked her knuckles with his thumb. And she didn’t appear to struggle as Cody tugged her gently down across his lap. She didn’t move when Cody eased her pants down her thighs, sliding both her jodhpurs and knickers down to her knees, and then locked her legs in place beneath one of his. Cody rested his palm on her naked bottom, waiting.
The whole time, Jen stayed frozen, her eyes wide in shock, her hands trembling. Luke could see her biting her lower lip; any harder and she’d put her teeth through it.
“Give me your hands.” Reaching forward, Luke picked up her fingers, entwining them in his, holding them gently, feeling her trembling hands still as he held them. “Look at me,” he commanded softly.
She looked at him through her lashes, her eyes showing just the hint of fear. He felt the tiniest thrill of satisfaction at her panic. It was nothing less than she deserved – she’d stolen from him, after all.
“You are to hold my gaze while Cody turns your bottom red. I want you to look into my eyes while you are being punished and remember why you are here – that you attempted to steal from me.”
Her eyes dropped to the floor as her face turned beet red.
“Jen,” he prompted, injecting just enough sternness into his tone to be taken seriously.
Cody’s hand landed sharply on her bare bottom, the crack of flesh upon flesh echoing loudly around the small room. Jen jumped, her mouth falling open in shock.
“Look at me,” Luke commanded.
She did.
Cody’s flattened palm fell again and again, peppering her bottom with swats in a fast, regular rhythm. Jen flinched with every smack, but now that she held Luke’s gaze, it didn’t waver. Her eyes filled with tears as the spanking continued, but still she kept looking at him.

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About the Author:
Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book – preferably one containing spanking!
A life-long closet-spanko, Kelly started writing spanking stories on every spare scrap of paper in the house as a child. So when she discovered the internet and spanking romance along with it, she was most excited. But it took her a good decade of devouring these stories before she got up the courage to submit her own. And now, here she is, 8 books later, with a plethora of ideas still to write!
She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her very own romance novel hero (who just happens to be her husband), and their four kids.

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Book Trailer Premiere for The Softer Side of Texas by Sai Marie Johnson and Blushing Books

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by Author Sai Marie

GENRE: Contemporary Romantic Suspense
RELEASE DATE: April 3, 2017
PUBLISHER: Blushing Books Publications

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Since her brother’s death, Ivanka Jessup, known to her family and friends as Ivy, has struggled to help her family keep their ranch running.

Enduring harassment from a certain customer in the bar she works in, she works late hours, in addition to working on the ranch. Defending herself lands her without a job and she is rescued by stranger, Aaron Kilpatrick, who just happens to be on his way to talk to Ivy’s father about a job.

He lands a job as a ranch hand, Ivy finds a new job and things seem to be on the upswing.

Just about the time Aaron and Ivy both realize they have feelings for each other, Ivy goes missing. The race is on to find her before it is too late, as foul play is suspected.

What Ivy endures at the hands of a madman is horrendous, but the thought of reuniting with Aaron keeps her going.

Will she escape in time to find her happy ending?

Publisher’s Disclaimer: This book contains graphic sexual scenes. If that offends you, please do not purchase.

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Sai Marie is an author, creative writer, and concept creator. She resides in the Great Pacific Northwest where she enjoys the flora, fauna, action and adventure that bred the Pioneer Spirit. With a heart for advocacy, animals, the environment, and great imagination she is sure to capture your attention with something for everyone.

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Junior – Release by Author Gwendolyn Druyor

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Title: Junior

Series: A Wyrdos Tale, #3

Author: Gwendolyn Druyor

Genre: Fantasy

Release: March 31, 2017

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34661555-junior

Blurb:

You can die of fright.

Junior can’t live without it.

Junior Leo just found out he’s the boogeyman’s bastard and his job is to terrify children.

Trick is, none of us ever really grow up. We’re all children at heart.

Even Junior.

It’s the rare child that dreams of growing up to be a villain. Junior never did. But can you fight your genetic inheritance? Could he be a hero?

He’s been hiding from the question for eight years but he’s about to encounter an ancient artifact that’s going to show everyone the truth about Junior Leo.

Especially, Junior Leo.

Junior is the third standalone in the Wyrdos Tales series. The Tales each feature a different supernatural character’s involvement in the same apocalyptic event.  You get to live it through different eyes each time.

If you like the work of Jim Butcher, T S Paul, and Shayne Silvers, then you will love all the books in The Wyrdos Tales series by Gwendolyn Druyor!

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Author Bio:

Gwendolyn Druyor was born at the Quonset Point Naval Air Station Hospital, North Kingston, RI. The ID bracelet wrapped three times around her little wrist. She could swim before she could walk and read before she started school. Thanks to her pilot father, Gwendolyn got to grow up in Maine, Ohio, and Illinois. After completing 3 performance-based degree programs in 4 years at Illinois State University (with a minor in English), she started her illustrious acting career as a saloon girl dancing the cancan in upstate New York.

Gwendolyn has traveled the world telling stories. She spent a year in Amsterdam writing and performing sketch comedy at Boom Chicago with Seth Meyers (Late Night with Seth Meyers), Allison Silverman (Colbert Report), and Greg Scott Shapiro(voice of the Dutch Trump!).

She’s toured North America with Shenandoah Shakespeare (11 people in 3 vehicles performing 78 roles) and with the incredible improv/educational show Sex Signals in an effort to make sex better for all.

Since kinda sorta settling down, Gwendolyn has written for and performed with various sketch groups in the states, including The Future Dead, Improv International, and G2 Productions. For now she lives in Hollywood with her Irish Jack Russell, Josh Lyman Zyrga, who is still pissed she didn’t put him on the cover of Laylea.

For more information on Gwendolyn and her projects sign up for her newsletter at www.GwendolynDruyor.com.

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Excerpt:

Text Copyright © 2017 by Gwendolyn Druyor

All Rights Reserved

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DON’T SLEEP

Don’t sleep with your closet door open.

When you were a child, you believed there were monsters in the closet. You watched your mom or dad or legal court appointed guardian leave your bedroom. They’d snake a hand back in through the doorway and flip off your light. With no consideration for the sliver of light they could leave you through the crack of that door, they shut it with a click. In the dark—no matter how many siblings share your room, in the dark you are always alone. You try breathing quietly, but he can hear the beating of your heart. You stare at the closet, thinking that if you don’t blink he can’t sneak up on you. But the dark is his ally. He can see your eyes glowing in the dark. And he can move invisibly through your room, under your bed. He’ll paralyze you with fear so that you cannot escape. So shut your eyes tight and pull the covers over your head if it makes you feel better. But it won’t help. If you leave the closet door open, the boogeyman can get you.

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“Sorry, wrong room.” Junior turned to flee back into the bedroom closet.

He rebounded off a shimmering, intractable wall of air. The force sent him tripping backwards, avoiding the wailing infant that had drawn him into the room.

A few feet beyond the magical circle, under an outdated mobile of the solar system, a dusky boy of about ten sat crosslegged on a rag rug, his hands poised over the shuttle of a ouija board, his jaw hanging open.

The kid squeaked, coughed, and then exclaimed, “Holy crap, it worked! I caught the boogeyman!”

Junior fell against the side of the prison closest to the kid, who flinched. Junior used the magical wall to steady himself with one combat-booted foot on either side of the six-month-old’s flailing limbs. His pale hands glowed where they touched the magic. The gauze wrapped around each palm lit up. The bandages sizzled though he felt nothing on his burnt fingers. He pressed a hand flat and saw the bones through the bandages and skin as clearly as on an x-ray. Of course, skeletal as he was, he could see them almost that clearly without a magical prison wall for enhancement.

The wall rose from a chain of silverware encircling Junior in his peacoat and the wailing baby in her too-big Ewok onesie. It trapped them in the middle of a larger-than-average bedroom with books, clothes, and action figures strewn literally everywhere. Harley Quinn straddled the deep bowl of a torchiere floor lamp on the far side of a bed covered with a tangle of Star Wars sheets and a Batman comforter. A disturbingly muscular Spiderman dangled by red yarn from an air vent high on one wall. Just outside the circle of silverware, Junior saw Deadpool laying face-down in a pile of dirty socks, threatened by Wonder Woman wielding his own katana.

Junior couldn’t smell the socks. He could barely hear the hiss of the standing humidifier half-buried in a Slytherin cloak. The shimmering walls of his prison dulled everything outside. Inside the bright, nose-tickling powder of freshly-washed baby battled his own indefinable homeless musk. He brushed his teeth as often as he could and washed his face, socks, and underwear every few nights. His jeans and t-shirts got cleaned much less frequently.  

Pretty much every square inch of the bedroom’s plush carpet was covered except for a swath of space just in front of the closet door and within the circle of Junior and the baby’s prison. The walls fared no better. Pale green paint peeked out from the rare spaces between overlapping posters of superheroes, scientific theories, astrology, and Ohio.

The kid leapt to his feet, whacking his head on Jupiter and sending the planets spinning.  He gripped his curly black hair with both hands and then grabbed his Captain America pajama pants before they fell down. “I caught the boogeyman!”

Junior was too hungry and tired for this. He had somewhere to be. He reached up and ran a hand along the impenetrable, shimmering barrier of air stretching from ceiling to floor, searching for weaknesses. He found none.

“Let me go.”

His captor laughed. “Hell no.”

The wailing settled to silence as the towheaded baby sucked in a tiny lungful of air. Her mouth opened wide in an astonished O and she seemed to look right into Junior’s hazel eyes. Then she squeezed her own eyes, opened her mouth and renewed screaming. Junior crouched to comfort her. It was why he’d come through the door in the first place. “There, there. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

The kid chanted, “I did it! I caught the boogeyman. I caught the boogeyman.” He kicked the ouija board aside and danced around the room, scattering toys. When he passed the full-length mirror on his bedroom door, he spun around to announce to himself, “I, Ethan Durnell, caught the boogeyman.”

Junior stood, bouncing the baby girl in his arms, careful at first of her weight on his ruined hands. “No. You didn’t.”

Ethan turned, his brown eyes glowing. He held his arms out to the sides, inviting his guest to come at him. “Really? You can get out of there?”

Junior considered kicking the silverware but he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to break the spell. He sighed and crooned at the crying baby. “Please let me go. I’ve got somewhere to be and I’m not the boogeyman.”

The kid smirked, “Yeah right. You came out of my closet, but you’re not the boogeyman?”

“It’s complicated.”

“You have to grant me three wishes now.”

Junior raised an eyebrow at the kid. “That’s a djinni.”

“Isn’t the boogeyman a genie?”

“No, he’s an as—” Junior censored himself. The kid was a jerk but he was still a kid. “The boogeyman is a type of goblin.”

“Ewwww,” Ethan plopped down on the edge of his bed. “You’re a goblin?”

Junior cooed at the baby. “Is this your sister?”

“Half-sister.”

Junior noted the bile in Ethan’s tone. “What’s her name?”

“Dawn.” He spit the word. “She’s the dawn of their new life together.”

At that, Junior looked up. He stopped bouncing. “Really?”

Ethan nodded.

Dawn’s cries increased.

“Okay.” Junior rocked the unfortunately named baby as he paced around the small circle. This wasn’t an easy life. Jane said he should think of it as a calling. And Jane was a god; he should trust her advice. But it wasn’t a calling. He could travel from closet to closet and paralyze people with fear. That didn’t sound like a calling. Or a life. It sounded like the genetic lottery had handed him a sack of lemons.

“You’re not so ugly, for being a goblin. Aren’t goblins hideous?” Ethan lay on the bed, examining Junior.

Junior let his pacing take him back around to face the kid before he responded. Ethan could see him. Most people were so racked with fear every moment of their lives, they couldn’t see Junior at all. But Ethan, in the dark of the middle of the night, could see him. What ten-year-old was so fearless? He looked at the boy. “A) Thanks. B) I’m half-goblin. I’m not the boogeyman, kid. I’m the boogeyman’s kid.”

“Sooooo, wouldn’t that make you a boogeyman, then?”

“People don’t talk about a boogeyman. They talk about the boogeyman. That’s my dad.”

“But you just came out of my closet.”

“Sure. I can also roll my tongue because my mother could. What’s that got to do with who I am?”

The ten-year-old scrunched his face like he was talking to an idiot. “Everything.”

“No!” Junior stomped one booted foot. “I don’t want to be the boogeyman.”

Dawn had almost calmed. He shouldn’t have scared her. He looked down at her wide-open eyes staring at nothing. She was so scared she couldn’t see him. He sighed.

“Please let me go, Ethan.”

“No. I called you and caught you fair and square.”

“What do you want, kid? Why did you call me here? You really thought the boogeyman could grant wishes?”

Ethan shrugged. “Whatever.” He bounced over to a book on the floor by the door and dropped down to flip through the pages. “The instructions were for summoning a demon but that seemed, like, really stupid to me.”

“Yeah.” Junior shivered. “Yeah, that would be stupid. You don’t want a demon in your bedroom.”

Ethan spun around. “You’ve seen a demon?”

“Earlier today.”

“Cool.”

“No. It wasn’t cool at all. It was terrifying.”

“You’re an adult. Adults don’t get scared.”

Junior snorted. Dawn giggled. “You have a lot to learn kid.”

“So tell me. Nobody ever tells kids anything. It’s like we’re invisible until we do something wrong.”

“Like use your baby sister as bait to catch a demon.”

“You’re not a demon.” The kid kicked at the ouija board.

“No, but I am a monster. You want to know things? Listen.”

“I do. I’m always listening to the blah, blah, blah—”

“Now, Ethan! I mean shut up and listen now. You want to know about feeling invisible?” Junior let the words tumble out. “I have been invisible for eight years. Eight years ago when you were still as cute as Dawn, I discovered that I could travel through time and space using bedroom closets. I traveled back in time and did something stupid. Now I can’t get back to my life. I’m stuck in this world, this . . .” He struggled to find the word.

“Alternate timeline.” Ethan scrambled over to his pale blue bookshelf and dug through the pile of books on the floor around it. He waved A Wrinkle in Time in the air, hitting the solar system mobile again.

“Never read it.”

The kid gave Junior a pitying look.

“I’m stuck in this alternate timeline where I’m older than my mother who has no son.”

Dawn gurgled around the two fingers she’d stuck in her mouth. Junior looked down. Her pale blue eyes were still wide but he couldn’t tell if she could see him or not. She stared at the wobbling planets. He cooed at her to calm himself. Ethan waited.

“I’m invisible to anyone who’s afraid, which is, sorry to tell you kid, everyone. I can make people see me but that paralyzes them. I can travel anywhere in the world through closets, but only through bedroom closets for some reason.”

“And you can time travel.” Ethan tossed a Dr. Who action figure in the air. “Just go back if you want to.”

“I don’t know how I did it. I don’t know how I do any of it. I don’t want to scare people.” He mumbled down at Dawn, “I don’t want to be the boogeyman.”

“Sorry, dude. Sometimes you’re given a sister and you just have to deal with it. That’s the way it is.”

Junior looked up from the baby. He raised his eyebrows at Ethan. “A) You don’t strike me as one of those kids who just repeats what others say.”

Ethan hung his head at that. He pretended to pick at a smudge on his pajama pants.

“B) I am a monster who tortures kids. I accept that. Fine. Maybe kids like you deserve to be tortured. But I met a demon today who tortured a grown woman who definitely didn’t deserve to die. I am the only one who can get to her grandson, a kid named Louis. That’s where I was going when you trapped me here. Do you know what it’s like to lose someone you love?”

Ethan sat, leaning against the shelves crammed with books. He shrugged.

Junior turned away to face the open closet on the far side of the silver ring. He sucked in deep, slow breaths. He didn’t have a lot of time. If he wanted to help Louis, he had to get there now. One of Ethan’s many posters featured a listing of age appropriate books with checkmarks drawn in beside most of them. His doorway was blocked with a Bartlett’s, a dictionary, and the Bevington edition of the Complete Works of Shakespeare. Ethan himself was surrounded by books on the shelves and on the floor around him.

He faced the kid. “You like a good story?”

“Duh.”

Junior ran a hand through his unruly mop of dirty blond curls. “How about I tell you a story. If you like it, you let me go.”

“It’s gotta be a good story.”

Junior grinned down at Dawn then raised his eyes to Ethan’s. “Duh.”

The kid rolled over to his bed. He settled into the corner created by his bed and the bookshelf and hugged his knees to his chest. “Go.”

Junior shook his head. “Do we have a deal?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ll let me go?”

“Yeah. I already said I would. I’m not my dad either. I don’t say things if I don’t mean them. I’m not gonna tell you I’ll let you go and then poof, ha ha, sorry, I have to work and you’re stuck here with Dawn and—”

“Ethan.” Junior waited while the kid wound down again. “You called me here and trapped me. I may not be a demon or the real boogeyman, but still, you have to know a little something about magic to have gotten this far. Yes?”

“Yeah.”

“So you have to promise to let me go, three times.”

“Oh. Then it’s binding and I can’t welsh.”

“Yeah.”

“Fine. I’ll let you go. I’ll let you go. I’ll let you go.” He said. “After your story.”

Junior nodded. “Where are we?”

Ethan glanced up at a map on the wall like Junior should have already seen it and known. “Ohio.”

“Well this story takes place in Illinois. In Chicago. It’s the story of how meeting a few real monsters made me realize I’m not so bad.” Junior frowned down at Dawn’s infectious grin as he thought about where to begin. A lot had happened in the past twelve hours.

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Gloria Hermann – Reeling in Love

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Gloria Herrmann’s newest erotic contemporary series, Single in Seattle is gearing up for release March 28, 2017 by Totally Bound Publishing!
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FROM POPULAR CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE AUTHOR GLORIA HERRMANN

Book one in Single in Seattle series

Finding the perfect cup of coffee in Seattle is easy. Finding a guy, not so much—unless that guy finds you…in the most unexpected way.

Snap. Click. Snap. Molly steers clear of anything that doesn’t have her behind the lens of her trusty camera. That is her passion, her love and her life. Being an award-winning photographer who creates countless book covers for authors all over the world has its perks—half-naked men, for starters. Always looking but never touching—mixing business with pleasure is a big no-no in her line of work. Molly never could picture herself having a happily ever after like the romance novels where her cover shots are featured.

There are plenty of fish in the sea, but what happens when you get clobbered by one—literally? Molly finds herself being the catch of the day in Seattle’s Pike Place Fish Market.

After meeting Owen, a sexy fisherman with stormy-gray eyes, everything changes. Not ready to take the plunge and dive into this romance, Molly finds herself barely keeping above water as she swims in a sea of new emotions and wild love. She isn’t so sure she is cut out for this relationship, but Owen sets out to prove that fate has him Reeling in Love.

Will Owen and Molly sail off into the sunset or will Molly be the one that got away, only to stay…Single in Seattle?

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EDITORIAL REVIEW BY AUTHOR SAI MARIE JOHNSON:
Gloria Herrmann created a world that is easily relatable for the modern working woman in search of love in the big city. Molly’s dedication to her craft and friends shows the real everyday topics that most women in creative fields deal with on the daily. The enigmatic attraction felt between Molly and Owen in a Pacific Northwest backdrop was refreshing, humorous and made for a fun afternoon read. Ms.Herrman provides a strong five star experience that I thoroughly enjoyed. – Sai Marie Johnson, author of Simply Scarlet and The Softer Side of Texas.
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THE SOFTER SIDE OF TEXAS by Sai Marie Johnson

GENRE: Contemporary Romantic Suspense

RELEASE DATE: April 3, 2017

Publisher: Blushing Books Publications

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Blurb:

Since her brother’s death, Ivanka Jessup, known to her family and friends as Ivy, has struggled to help her family keep their ranch running. Enduring harassment from a certain customer in the bar she works in, she works late hours, in addition to working on the ranch. Defending herself lands her without a job and she is rescued by stranger, Aaron Kilpatrick, who just happens to be on his way to talk to Ivy’s father about a job. He lands a job as a ranch hand, Ivy finds a new job and things seem to be on the upswing.

Just about the time Aaron and Ivy both realize they have feelings for each other, Ivy goes missing. The race is on to find her before it is too late, as foul play is suspected.

What Ivy endures at the hands of a madman is horrendous, but the thought of reuniting with Aaron keeps her going. Will she escape in time to find her happy ending?

Publisher’s Disclaimer: This book contains graphic sexual scenes. If that offends you, please do not purchase.

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Author Bio

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Sai Marie is an author, creative writer, and concept creator. She resides in the Great Pacific Northwest where she enjoys the flora, fauna, action and adventure that bred the Pioneer Spirit. With a heart for advocacy, animals, the environment, and great imagination she is sure to capture your attention with something for everyone.

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