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Attracting Trouble #MFRWhooks

Alexa has always followed her heart, but when her feelings lead her to bed The Tag Team of Perfect Storm, well she’s in heaven, until another wrestler threatens the happy balance.

Tono and Daniel, known as Perfect Storm, don't mind sharing Alexa. In fact, they’ve embraced all the pleasure a threesome will bring. When a heel, Virgil, decides to interfere, well the guys will just have to show him why they're the champions.

 


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Excerpt

She cleaned the worst of the alcohol from her dress, thankful the garment was navy and not the cream-colored silk she’d planned to wear. Alexa fluffed her hair, reapplied the strawberry flavored lip gloss she favored, and exited the bathroom.

 

The corners of her mouth curved upward. Two sexy men couldn’t wait to get her out of her dress. Quite frankly, she yearned to be between their two hard bodies. She sucked in a breath as desire pulsed at her clit and moisture dampened her panties.

 

She quickened her steps, her heels clicking against the aged tile. Already she was thinking of a shower with the men. The heat of their mouths on her body while the warm spray pounded her flesh. Or maybe the whirlpool tub. A sigh slipped past her lips. Or maybe...

 

“Oh!” She bounced off a hard chest and stumbled a few paces back. “Sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

 

A rough hand seized her arm, steadying her, but his grip lingered longer than necessary. “No problem. I wanted to run into you.”

 

Alexa snapped her gaze to the man’s face and groaned. Not him. Of all the people she could’ve run into, she'd collided with a lascivious jerk. “Yeah. Whatever.” She snatched her arm from his grasp.

 

“What’s the matter? Need a real man in your bed?” His words slurred a bit and she wrinkled her nose as she caught a whiff of the alcohol on his breath.

 

“Already have one.” She moved forward and he blocked her path. “Really?”

 

His brows knitted together and he pursed his lips. “You are such a stuck-up bitch.”

 

She hesitated. The malice in his voice caught her off-guard. “Wh-what?”

 

“You think I didn’t see you groping Lightning, and then Thunder shoves his tongue down your throat.” He looked her up and down a speculative gleam in his eyes. “So what’s the going rate for someone like you. One, two hundred bucks?”

 

If she’d had something to throw in his face she would have. Instead, she did the next best thing. His head snapped to the side as she laid the flat of her palm across his cheek. Her hand stung from the contact, but it was so worth the pain. The slap echoed above the momentary lull in music.

 

“Don’t you ever speak to me like that again,” she snapped and edged past him.

 

Virgil lunged for her and, before she could react, strong arms encircled her waist and moved her out of harm’s way. Daniel squeezed through the narrowed opening and shoved the other man back. Alexa stared up into Tono’s rugged face, dark with anger.

 

“I take my eyes off you for two seconds and you’reagain.”

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“Are you sure” #MFRWhooks

Alexa has always followed her heart, but when her feelings lead her to bed The Tag Team of Perfect Storm, well she’s in heaven, until another wrestler threatens the happy balance.

Tono and Daniel, known as Perfect Storm, don't mind sharing Alexa. In fact, they’ve embraced all the pleasure a threesome will bring. When a heel, Virgil, decides to interfere, well the guys will just have to show him why they're the champions.

 


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Excerpt

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

 

“I’m more than okay with it and so is Tono. Don’t believe me? Go ask him.”

 

Alexa scanned the gyrating bodies, spotted a flash of white and a mop of tousled dark curls. As usual a group of scantily clad women surrounded him. He caught her eye and flashed her a devil-may-care smile.

 

Some part of her wanted to be jealous for the attention he paid the women surrounding him, but that little smirk set everything right with her world again.

 

“You’re making the other women jealous.” Daniel chuckled.

 

She whipped around to look at him. “What?”

 

“See that blonde in the green dress?” He pointed over her shoulder and she turned to look. “She’s been shooting daggers this way all night. Tono hasn’t looked at her once.”

 

“Pu-leeze.”

 

“No? Walk over there and see what he does.”

 

Alexa shrugged. Why not? Petty jealousies were nothing new to her. Most of her life had been spent on the pageant circuit and while the organizers did their best to promote camaraderie between the contestants, girls would still be girls.

 

She tossed her hair from her face and sauntered to where Tono lounged on a stool at the end of the bar. She paused on the edge of the group, taking in his swarthy good looks. High cheekbones, deep set eyes, and olive skin made her long to be in a room alone and naked with him. Despite his athletic build, he supplemented his income as a model. Most women wanted to be with him because of his striking good looks; she wanted to be with him because he also held her heart.

 

Someone bumped her from behind and she squeezed into the group of women surrounding him. As she did something cold hit her left breast and soaked through her dress. The sticky sweet lemony scent of someone’s drink filled the air. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. Great. She'd just got this dress.

 

“Oh my bad.” The blonde in the green dress plastered a bright smile on her face.

 

“It is,” Alexa said.

 

Tono slipped off the stool and straightened the hem of the crisp white shirt he wore. Damn, he looked good. The women parted to accommodate his long, lean frame. He cupped Alexa's cheek, tilted her head, and dropped his mouth to hers.

 

His lips were cool and firm as they moved over hers. Alexa flattened her palms against his chest, yielding to the passion and desire in his kiss. He threaded his fingers through her hair, moving her head to give him better access to her mouth.

 

“Don’t worry, querida. She’s just jealous she can’t have me and you can,” he murmured against her lips. “Go clean up a bit and then we’ll get you out that dress.” He straightened and chuckled as the blonde huffed and stomped away.

 

“Are you sure about this?” She held his gaze.

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Panster Envy #MFRWauthor

Writing without a roadmap is something I have always done. As a teen I would make very detailed bios for my characters and a short blurb of the story. This was something instinctual and I got away from giving any forethought to the characters’ background.  At the time I didn’t realize how much depth those bios gave my characters, by stopping that little bit of planning, my Characters suffered.

 

Over the years, I’ve incorporated the best of plotting with the best f pantsing. I’ve learned that not knowing what the characters are going to do or say is very refreshing and surprising. There’s a certain freedom that allows the characters to develop an organic relationship with one another. Whereas  if I plot out everything my muses rebel against what they perceive as something rigid.

 

I used to be a confirmed pantser, and  wanted nothing to do with plotting. However, when I went back to school I had to learn to plot. Plotting is great when you get to a part in the story and don’t know where to go. You can just look at the next bullet point and go from there. 

 

For me, incorporating a rough outline, allows my inner pantser to soar free without hindering the muses. 

 

 

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Really? #MFRWHooks

Alexa has always followed her heart, but when her feelings lead her to bed The Tag Team of Perfect Storm, well she’s in heaven, until another wrestler threatens the happy balance.

Tono and Daniel, known as Perfect Storm, don't mind sharing Alexa. In fact, they’ve embraced all the pleasure a threesome will bring. When a heel, Virgil, decides to interfere, well the guys will just have to show him why they're the champions.

 


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Excerpt

She cleaned the worst of the alcohol from her dress, thankful the garment was navy and not the cream-colored silk she’d planned to wear. Alexa fluffed her hair, reapplied the strawberry flavored lip gloss she favored, and exited the bathroom.

 

The corners of her mouth curved upward. Two sexy men couldn’t wait to get her out of her dress. Quite frankly, she yearned to be between their two hard bodies. She sucked in a breath as desire pulsed at her clit and moisture dampened her panties.

 

She quickened her steps, her heels clicking against the aged tile. Already she was thinking of a shower with the men. The heat of their mouths on her body while the warm spray pounded her flesh. Or maybe the whirlpool tub. A sigh slipped past her lips. Or maybe...

 

“Oh!” She bounced off a hard chest and stumbled a few paces back. “Sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

 

A rough hand seized her arm, steadying her, but his grip lingered longer than necessary. “No problem. I wanted to run into you.”

 

Alexa snapped her gaze to the man’s face and groaned. Not him. Of all the people she could’ve run into, she'd collided with a lascivious jerk. “Yeah. Whatever.” She snatched her arm from his grasp.

 

“What’s the matter? Need a real man in your bed?” His words slurred a bit and she wrinkled her nose as she caught a whiff of the alcohol on his breath.

 

“Already have one.” She moved forward and he blocked her path. “Really?”

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Yes. Virginia, There is an App for that #MFRWauthor

Technology is a wonderful tool, when it works. The incursion of the Internet thank you Al Gore (snicker), has allowed the world to be a vastly smaller place. We no longer need to rely on papers letters or postcards to travel days or even weeks to an intended destination, but can send a digital version and the recipient can have it in their hands in a matter of seconds or minutes. We’ve come to rely on better and faster ways to communicate with one another.

 

At first, platforms like MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram, were considered great time sucks, but businesses and authors alike saw the power of social media and soon there became an app for that.

 

I don’t know who coined they phrase, but “an app for that,” became a catch phrase. Everybody who was anybody had an app. As an author, having an app was a great tool. And being truthful here, I miss being an app. 

 

Having an app was convenient. Instead of writing down a long list of links or carting around a purse full of bookmarks or other swag, I could just tell anyone with a smartphone, “I’m an app..” And it was free! Who doesn’t love free? 

 

A lot of apps are free to download and meant as a convenient way to access the essentials.  Such as banking, cellular and airline apps. At a glance you can check your balance or transfer funds, pay your cellphone bill, or check the status of a flight. 

 

But what about those other apps? You know the ones with fruit, candy and letters. Those are definitely time wasters, and yes I have those apps on my mobile devices. I haven’t played with candy because well I got stuck on a level. At one time I had about 15 games going on a word game. I love word games, but I spent way too much time doing them. And we won’t discuss my addiction to the cute little fruit. You know the game. Starts with an ‘f’ and ends with saga. Playing that particular game for a few minutes . . . is a great mind cleanser before bed. Well, at least for me it is.

 

Did you know there was an app to help you organize your apps? That That way you can schedule posts? If you get one of those apps, you’ll have more time to crush lollipops or in my case make a super fruit.

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Tag Team Beauty Queen #MFRWhooks

Alexa has always followed her heart, but when her feelings lead her to bed The Tag Team of Perfect Storm, well she’s in heaven, until another wrestler threatens the happy balance.

Tono and Daniel, known as Perfect Storm, don't mind sharing Alexa. In fact, they’ve embraced all the pleasure a threesome will bring. When a heel, Virgil, decides to interfere, well the guys will just have to show him why they're the champions.

 


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Excerpt

She cleaned the worst of the alcohol from her dress, thankful the garment was navy and not the cream-colored silk she’d planned to wear. Alexa fluffed her hair, reapplied the strawberry flavored lip gloss she favored, and exited the bathroom.

 

The corners of her mouth curved upward. Two sexy men couldn’t wait to get her out of her dress. Quite frankly, she yearned to be between their two hard bodies. She sucked in a breath as desire pulsed at her clit and moisture dampened her panties.

 

She quickened her steps, her heels clicking against the aged tile. Already she was thinking of a shower with the men. The heat of their mouths on her body while the warm spray pounded her flesh. Or maybe the whirlpool tub. A sigh slipped past her lips. Or maybe...

 

“Oh!” She bounced off a hard chest and stumbled a few paces back. “Sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

 

A rough hand seized her arm, steadying her, but his grip lingered longer than necessary. “No problem. I wanted to run into you.”

 

Alexa snapped her gaze to the man’s face and groaned. Not him. Of all the people she could’ve run into, she'd collided with a lascivious jerk. “Yeah. Whatever.” She snatched her arm from his grasp.

 

“What’s the matter? Need a real man in your bed?” His words slurred a bit and she wrinkled her nose as she caught a whiff of the alcohol on his breath.

 

“Already have one.” She moved forward and he blocked her path. “Really?”

 

His brows knitted together and he pursed his lips. “You are such a stuck-up bitch.”

 

She hesitated. The malice in his voice caught her off-guard. “Wh-what?”

 

“You think I didn’t see you groping Lightning, and then Thunder shoves his tongue down your throat.” He looked her up and down a speculative gleam in his eyes. “So what’s the going rate for someone like you. One, two hundred bucks?”

 

If she’d had something to throw in his face she would have. Instead, she did the next best thing. His head snapped to the side as she laid the flat of her palm across his cheek. Her hand stung from the contact, but it was so worth the pain. The slap echoed above the momentary lull in music.

 

“Don’t you ever speak to me like that again,” she snapped and edged past him.

 

Virgil lunged for her and, before she could react, strong arms encircled her waist and moved her out of harm’s way. Daniel squeezed through the narrowed opening and shoved the other man back. Alexa stared up into Tono’s rugged face, dark with anger.

 

“I take my eyes off you for two seconds and you’re attracting trouble again.”

 

His attempt at humor eased some of the tension from her shoulders. “And to think I was going for low-key tonight.”

 

He chuckled. “You all right?”

 

She nodded.

 

“I like coming to this place, Daniel. Let’s not get banned from the club,” Tono said.

 

Daniel glanced over his shoulder, a smirk twisting his full lips. “How about you take her home and I’ll take care of this.”

 

“We could take it outside.”

 

Tono shifted, blocking her view as Virgil grunted. Alexa stood on tiptoe, but still couldn’t see around his wide shoulders.

 

“You’ve got that photo shoot, can’t risk messing up your face.”

 

The other man laughed. “Very well. Don’t get arrested.” Tono draped an arm around her shoulders and ushered her from the club. “Let’s work on getting you outta that dress, hmm.”

 

* * * *

 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Tono asked as they walked through the door of the condo they shared.

 

She shook her head and dropped her purse on a nearby table. The lights were turned down low, giving the polished fruit wood and marble an intimate glow. She slid out of her heels and padded to the long row of floor-to-ceiling windows.

 

One of the reasons the guys had decided on this space was the view. She peeled back the heavy drapes and scanned the lights of the city. Depth and shadows played hide and seek with streetlights and rolling vehicles.

 

Heat enveloped her back while hands skimmed her bare arms. Tono lowered his head and smoothed his lips along the curve of her shoulder.

 

“You have the most beautiful skin.” His words caused tingles to ignite. He swirled his tongue on a spot and desire dampened her panties. “Such creamy goodness. Always reminds me of the salt caramels my mama makes.”

 

She shivered against him as his mouth continued to explore her skin. He pulled her against the length of his body, his arousal pressing into the curve of her hip. His hands moved slowly down her ribcage before caressing the underside of her breasts.

 

A sigh parted her lips when he teased her nipples with his thumbs. The man was good with his hands and his mouth. She turned in his embrace, fusing her mouth to his. Tono stroked the curve of her spine before fumbling with the tab of her zipper. The garment loosened around her breasts and hips. He stepped away and the dress pooled at her feet.

 

He drifted a scorching gaze down her body, lingering on the swell of her bare breasts. She’d chosen to go without a bra and her nipples tightened a little more in the cooler air, but her lacy boy shorts were already wet with her arousal.

 

“Just pure lusciousness.” He stepped forward. The smooth cotton of his shirt grazed her nipples as she inhaled, her senses colliding with the faint spice of his cologne and the remnants of some fruity drink. Tono placed his hands on her hips and leaned to whisper in her ear. “I much prefer your curves to those skinny sticks. Go hop in the shower. When I take you, I want you all slippery and wet.”

 

* * * *

 

Mist curled around the bottom of the large, stone shower stall and fogged the wall of glass. Multiple shower heads drenched her body, easing any remaining tension from her muscles. A few unpleasant events in the evening hadn’t deterred her plans, and for that she was grateful.

 

Alexa dragged the soap-laden puff along her limbs, leaving a trail of suds in its wake and filling the steamy air with the subtle hint of sweet cloves. Cool air swirled around her ankles and she shivered in the sudden chill.

 

Tono entered the stall, sporting a nice erection. She handed him her puff and turned around. She sighed as he dragged the nylon over her shoulders and down her spine.

 

He snaked his free hand around her front and drifted to the apex of her thighs. He brushed her neatly trimmed mound before delving between her swollen folds. The little scrunchy landed with a plop at her feet and he cupped her breast.

 

Desire flickered through her bloodstream and ignited her passion again. She rocked her hips against his hand as he stroked in and out. He nibbled on the curve of her throat. She allowed her head to fall back, giving him better access to the slender column.

 

He turned her in his embrace, the water sluicing over her back and buttocks. Tono grasped her buttocks, lifting her, then shifted until her shoulders kissed the tiles. His mouth found hers as he settled her over the head of his cock.

 

Alexa wrapped her legs around his waist as he slowly entered her. Movement caught her eye. Daniel stood on the threshold, his obvious erection tenting the towel at his waist. His gaze was stark with desire and it drifted over her, them. She offered him a quick smile and he nodded as if to say, Carry on.

 

He’d never watched before and now that he was, her pulsed fluttered while her juices flowed. There was something erotic about being viewed by someone else.

 

She moaned into Tono’s mouth as her body melded to his. He rocked his hips, sparking off her need to be taken with wild abandon, but his strokes were languid, touching all the right spots. Each withdrawal left her hovering on the brink of despair until he plunged home.

 

She tangled her fingers in his damp hair, as he lapped at the hollow of her throat, then nipped at her collarbone. Steam rose around them as he continued his deep thrusts. She braced her hands on his shoulders and met each stroke with a hip roll.

 

Lightning surged through her veins and he increased his speed. The slap of flesh on flesh mingled with the roar of the shower. This was just the beginning of the night. Whenever Daniel decided to join, the fun would begin all over again. She locked gazes with him. Maybe the fun had already started, since he was watching. The knowledge was enough to launch her into a climax. Her muscles gripped and spasmed around the rigid cock moving inside her.

 

With a hoarse shout Tono followed her into ecstasy, dropping his head onto her shoulder. Water rolled over their bodies, still hot. A whimper brushed her lips when he eased from her body.

 

He chuckled. “Believe me, sweetheart, we will make this a night to remember. And hopefully have many, many more.”

 

“You two put on quite a show,” Daniel said from the doorway.

 

“I would say join us, but it seems you’ve already showered.” Tono lowered her to the floor and pressed a kiss to her mouth.

 

The other man’s grin widened. “That stall is a little small for what I have in mind.” He grabbed a large, fluffy towel from the warmer as Alexa exited the shower.

 

She stood before him and ran a single finger along his chest, right down to where the towel rested low on his hips. She relished the slight tickle of his damp chest hair and happy trail. He unfolded the towel, draped it around her body, and pulled on …

 

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Sin Eaters’ tattoo

Huemac, a half-breed, covets ultimate power, but he needs two things—access to the royal family and an ancient artifact. He attains the former by seducing the Emperor’s sister, and then steals the latter.

 

Moctezuma, the newly crowned Emperor, comes from a long line of powerful gods known as Sin-Eaters. He desires peace among his people, but an ancient prophecy warns of war.

 

Huemac discovers the incantation to activate the fabled Athame of Souls, a mythical weapon capable of entrapping souls. His quest to rule is within his grasp. Only one thing stands in his way—Moctezuma.

 


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He leaned against the sill, peering into the distant water surrounding the island. Too bad he couldn’t smite them for their insolence. 

 

Dust rose from his grip as he leaned farther out the window. The impudent fools would rue the day they ever passed him over for their leader. Already preparations were being made to crown the rightful heir to the throne—a throne that would be his, if he bided his time.

“Huemac”—the soft, husky tone broke his reverie—“you seem so tense.” 

 

He hid a smirk as he turned. This goddess was his way in. For months he'd bedded her just to get close to her family—the ruling family. Her blood, her very sacrifice, would secure his position as ruler for centuries to come. 

 

“Keeping our relationship from your family continues to give me trouble.” He prevaricated as he glided toward the bed where Metztli lie.  

....

 

She giggled, a musical sound that grated his nerves. “’Tis only until the feast of coronation has concluded. Once that’s over, I will introduce you with all the fanfare due your position.” 

 

Truth rang in her words. What was the emotion pricking his conscience? It almost felt like guilt. He brushed it aside. He learned at an early age about naiveté. Metztli embodied that. As princess, she was shielded from the harshness of what her people really were. She was oblivious to how she was being played with just a hot time in bed and the false promises of love. 

 

He sat on the edge of the bed. His weight shifted her toward him and he brushed a lock of her sandy-brown hair back from her face.

She stared up at him expectantly, her light brown eyes alive with light.

 

“Not a moment later.” He acceded to her plea with a wry smile as he gazed into her eyes. For a moment he was falling forward into the caramel depths. With a jerk, he snapped back, then blinked to clear his head.

 

Metztli rubbed his thigh as if nothing had happened. “You are everything I’ve wanted,” she murmured.

 

....

 

He traced the distinctive Sin Eaters’ tattoo of an eagle perched on a cactus on the inside of her wrist before trailing ....

 

 

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Philander or heart throb? #MFRWhooks

Benjamin Douglas or Sir Casanova had a reputation to live up to, known for tossing roses to beautiful women in the audience and stealing a smooch or two on the way in or out of the ring, well its all part of the act. Many believe the hype of his philandering when he’s away from his 10 y/o daughter, including his next door neighbor Serena Jameson.  

 

Serena Jameson has had a crush on the single dad since she saw him tumbling with his daughter in the backyard, but she knows his altar ego is a playboy, yet her heart tells her it’s all an act. After he treats his daughter like the treasure she is, still Serena can’t get past the womanizing image. Yet she gives him a chance.

 

When an unexpected visitor emerges from Ben’s past the challenges faced will put their relationship to the test. Will the couple have a chance to endure to the last bell or will one tap out before the match has even begun? 

 


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There was one more thing she couldn’t ignore: kissing women was part of Sir Casanova’s act.

 

“I’ll find you after the show,” he murmured against her lips. He stepped away, but not before he tucked a white rose in her hair.

 

Serena stared after him, oblivious to the crowd screaming and chanting his name. Sir Casanova, or Ben, as she knew him, swaggered around the ring, tossing red roses indiscriminately to random women before he leapt onto the blue mat and ducked between the second and third ropes of the ring.

 

When she was nudged, she glanced down and to her left. A little girl around nine or ten with a mop of unruly, sand-colored hair stared up at her with a dimpled grin in her little apple cheeks. A smattering of freckles dotted those same cheeks, giving the child a cute and irresistible air.

 

Serena returned the smile with fondness. “Yes, sweetheart?”

 

“My daddy likes you,” the child said.

 

Heat cruised Serena’s cheeks and she pressed her hands to her flaming face. “It’s all an act, Becca. He just does it to amuse the crowd.”

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How to overcome or accept a bad review #MFRWauthor

Someone posting “this story sucks.” Does not constitute a bad review. Explaining what about the story sucked and why it did is more helpful. Just saying you disliked a story because it wasn’t your cup of tea leaves a lot to be desired.

 

So if you’re ready to take the plunge and read reviews, I have three sure-fire ways to overcome and/or accept a bad review. 

 

Ignorance is Bliss- What you don’t know can’t hurt you.

 

  1. For the love of ink, Do NOT read reviews.

 

One of the very first reviews I ever received was negative. The person called my character weak, and unable to handle anything life threw at her. There were a few other things that were said, but I’ve forgotten. Then I’ve had reviews criticizing the amount of sex, even when the book description states “contains descriptions of explicit sex.” Hello! That line alone means the upcoming read is nowhere near sweet (nothing more than a chaste kiss happens) and you may want to select a different book.

 

Of course, I know some authors who read every review they receive, good, bad or indifferent. My skin is not that thick and at the end of the day. I’m still going to write the story of my heart.

 

Grab a tall glass of your favorite drink. I suggest a shot of liquor or three. My go to is a pitcher of margaritas. Now that we’ve got some liquid courage let’s go.

 

2 Stay objective - In other words, don’t take it personally.

A good reviewer will know how to keep their comments on the story, without attacking the author. A reviewer should be able to say what was liked or disliked about the plot, characters, and whatever else and why it made s/he feel the way it did. 

 

I know the story is your baby and blood, sweat, and many tears have been shed for the sake of getting the scene just right, but don’t take it personally when the reviewer trashes your hard work.

 

  1. Opinions are like Bellybuttons

 

Unless you were created from clay, you have a bellybutton and just like bellybuttons, everyone has an opinion. If you see one out of ten reviews that are bad, it’s one person’s opinion. Now if you see a trend where each reviewer says the same thing, i.e. good plot, but the heroine was TSTL (too stupid to live) Then you may want to re-evaluate how much depth you’re putting into your character.

 

When all is said and done. even the big time Best Selling Authors get bad reviews. Don’t believe me, go check out James Patterson, Diane Mott Davidson, F. Paul Wilson, or Christine Feehan. Their fans can be brutal. And if that’s not enough to mollify a bad review, there’s always tequila.

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The Contractor’s Baby #MFRWhooks

Embittered by divorce, Dexter Carson resolves to live without romantic love or a family of his own. When he arrives at a job site, the last thing he expects is his instant attraction to the ebony-haired client. But work comes first, and he's determined to maintain a professional distance, no matter how his body reacts to her soft scent and feminine curves.

Beautiful and intelligent, Molly Crosby has always doubted a man would love her, and now that she's forced to care for her infant niece, all hope for a man who will cherish her seems lost. But when she meets Dexter, she longs to discover what's behind the rugged contractor’s solemn demeanor, and to win more of his  devastating smiles. 

 

When a bombshell threatens the tender relationship that’s developing, will Molly's love be enough to overcome the scars from his past, or will Dexter walk away from his only chance at love and family? 

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They sat in a back booth with the baby in the corner next to Dexter. From the moment they sat down, Molly had managed to keep Dexter talking about his life, and he’d managed to keep her laughing. 

 

“I can’t believe how much we have in common.” She dabbed at her eyes with her napkin. “It’s like we’re soul mates.” 

 

He grudgingly had to agree with her. “You are so down-to-earth.” 

 

Reaching over, she snagged a tortilla chip and scooped up a generous portion of the homemade spicy salsa. “You expected me to be more prissy?” 

 

He’d gone this far, might as well finish eating his shoe. “Yeah, actually. Be careful, that salsa’s really hot.” 

 

She coughed and sputtered. Tears streamed down her cheeks while she fanned her mouth. “Hot is not the word for it.” 

 

“Try this.” He offered her a section of lime, then pushed her glass of water toward her. “I tried to warn you.” 

 

She sipped her water. After a moment she sat back, a wide grin on her face. “I like spicy.” She reached for another chip. 

 

Amusement curved his lips when she went through the same antics again, this time without the coughing. As long as the heat made her happy. On impulse, he placed his hand over hers, again surprised at the softness of her skin. With his thumb he drew lazy circles on the back of her hand. “I like you, Molly. I really do.” 

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