Regret, by Ryan Whitaker

Brody Jensen sat straight up in bed as though the house was on fire and frantically searched for the remote control.  "It's just a lame ass, late night, cable access show " he chanted to himself as he groped the empty space to the right of him without success, knowing he must have left the remote nearby if he'd fallen asleep with television screeching at him yet again.

"I hate it when I do this crap," he hissed to no one as he failed to find the stupid plastic controller that served as his constant companion these days.  While his friends were out playing nicely with others, Brody sat in stony silence thinking about what he’d done with her, to her, and the damage it had caused.  Wishing he could at least find a way to dampen the sound if nothing else, Brody turned and stared in the direction of the forty seven inch Sony flat screen hanging on the wall opposite his empty, king sized bed and found a cold, black rectangle staring back at him.  The television wasn't on.

Looking at the digital read out on the clock nearest his side of the bed, Brody flung himself back against too many pillows taking up too much space where another body ought to be and dared not close his eyes even though it was barley three a.m.  No way.  To risk falling back to sleep, if that's what he could call it, would mean risking his mind to her again.

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Blind Love by W. Lynn Chantale

Joshua studied Amelia’s naked form. Sunlight kissed her ample curves, giving her warm butterscotch flesh a satiny glow. He longed to caress the softness of her flesh and he envied the sun’s rays.
Desire burned low and all he wanted to do was erase the last five years, but there was still so much between them. She divorced him and married someone else. Maybe that was the part he was having trouble with, how could she not have known what she was signing? Then who told her he was dead?
He followed her movements as she crossed the room. Her long ebony hair bounced around her shoulders stopped just below her shoulder blades. All he could think about was wrapping the silky length around his fist, tilting her head back and imbibing the intoxicating sweetness of her lips.
She paused in front of a large window and lifted her face, her features disappearing in the glare of the sun. Amelia was beauty personified. He held his breath. No matter where she was she always seemed comfortable in her skin. Even now, after they’d been apart for five years it felt as if he’d never left.
Unable to resist, Joshua crossed the room to stand behind her. “You tempt me,” he whispered in her ear. He watched her reflection smile in the glass.
“Perhaps you should strive for a stronger resolve.”
He curved an arm around her waist and flexed his hips against the lushness of her buttocks. “I want you.”

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If You Love Me by Anna Kristell


“Adam, I’m not going to sign the papers.”
“Why the hell not?” he asked as he tried to keep his eyes on her face and not her luscious naked body beneath the skimpy towel that covered it.
“I don’t want to,” she replied stubbornly.
“The sooner you sign them, the sooner we can put this whole farce of a marriage behind us, and the sooner you can move on with your lover.”
“Is that what you really want, Adam?” she said as she gently caressed his face.
He took her hand from his face and answered, “Ash, I don’t know what kind of game you think you’re playing here.”
She moved closer to him, letting the towel drop to the floor. She leaned up and pulled his face down to hers, letting her lips touch his gently. She bit his lower lip, and kissed him. He surrendered to the kiss, pulling her to him. He forced his tongue between her teeth as she willingly opened her mouth to allow him access. He caressed her back and her hands went to his thick hair. She moaned as she ran her fingers through it.
“Make love to me, Adam,” she whispered.
Abruptly, he released her. “Get some clothes on, Ash.”
“What’s wrong with you?” she asked as she grabbed a robe from the bed and wrapped herself in it.
“What’s wrong with me? You’re all over that guy on the dance floor, now you try to cozy up to me, and you ask me what’s wrong with me?

Every author wants to hold their book in their hands.  Feel the paper against their skin and enjoy the weight of the manuscript that they may not of even printed off.  Some authors are ecofriendly that way, or just too darn broke to afford the ink for the printer, but I digress.

            As we continue to move into a paperless society (okay everyone says the catch phrase in business then the lawyers step in and next thing you know it’s there in triplicate) the publishing world is taking it on from the base level.  There are some traditionalist that need a pen and paper to write with but most of us use our computers for the full process.  Outside of one imprint publisher I’ve never sent my manuscript off in paper form for submission. 

            So from writing, querying, submitting, editing and publishing books are done electronically.  The contracts though do have to be printed (see lawyer comment above.)

            Now to the consumer.  I have many friends, relatives and fans that love the feel of a book in their hands.  Some of them just want my book in their hands because they know me, etc.  Others haven’t moved into the e-reader stage yet for one reason or another.  I remember thinking my friend was crazy when she first showed me a Kindle I don’t know how many years ago.  When my husband bought mine over a year ago as a congrats-you-got-a-publishing-deal I was sure I’d barely use it.  I’m not one to do much on my phone or even my Nintendo DS.  Like most kids I get bored after a month or two.  Well I’m sure you guessed where my fully stocked Kindle is, yep always by my side either being read or reading a story to me on audiable.   I still do have a print book that I’m reading at all times.  I used to keep three or four print books around the house for when my mood changed now, I have multiple books going on my Kindle.

            We’re not moving away from print and I could never truly see that happening, but as I hear horror stories of e-readers being broken I’m not as disturbed as a book being dropped in a mud puddle.  Why?  Because safely tucked in a cloud is the e-reader library waiting to be accessed.    

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