12/29/14

Facebook Filtering Protest

I do a lot cool things in my quest to take romance into the next dimension. Things, thanks to software manipulations, you will never see if I post about them on Facebook. I originally wrote this post to go on my author page at FB. With news that data manipulations are going to get more aggressive and restrictive, I've joined with some other authors who are tired on FB blocking users who follow us from seeing our posts. We will go dark of Facebook for the first seven days of the new year to protest the new policy and after that I will gradually phaze out my activity on FB in favor of other forms of social media.

 If you're an author or entrepreneur feeling the crush of the clamp down on your ability share your content with your friends and followers on FB, we hope you will join us. Share your decision to go drak on FB in all your groups on FB and throughout social media.

If you are among my friends and followers and want to support me by engaging with me on social media that allows me to interact with you, here is a list of places you can find me:

 1) Follow my author page at Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Nara-Malone/e/B003GX7XRQ

2) You can find me, +Nara Malone on G+ : https://plus.google.com/u/0/108655068126328651852/posts

3) You can follow me on Twitter [@nara_malone]

4) View my pics on Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/naramalone/

 I'll be trying some new social networks like

5) Tsu.co https://www.tsu.co/NaraMalone
or
 6) Ello https://ello.co/naramalone

 As always you can:

5) Read my author blog www.naramalone.com
6) Read the blog for our virtual Greyville Writer's Colony www.narasnook.com

7) Visit me in-world at hypergrid address world.narasnook.com:8900: following these directions.


11/14/14

Thirza Ember's Naughty Knickers

Designer Thirza Ember opened her lingerie and swimwear shop, Sottigliezze, in OpenSim this week.You'll find it in the Paradise 1 region of Nara's Nook: world.narasnook.com:8900. Below is a sampling of outfits so pretty we can only describe them as wearable art.



Lilith











 





 
Bastia







                                                                                  ~*~
    Anastacia















Qadira and Prudence










Courte











 Lilith
 










Zanotte










Zoe








Anastacia

Qadira and the Greyville



Zanotte  

Zoe
 There is so much more than pictured here. Drop by the Nook this weekend and pick up something pretty.  Thirza Ember, thank you from all the authors at Nara's Nook for bringing your lovely work to OpenSim. My thanks to authors Shannan Albright and Siobhan Muir for modeling.

9/6/14

Girl's Night in the Metaverse




Last Sunday night was Girl's Night. Talla Adams, Siobhan Muir and I planned to drop in at a few adult regions and help promote them by grabbing some photos of what there is to do and see. Normally I run around the grid in ragged jeans or shorts and a tank top. But for this I decided to dress up. I dug out a pair of nice jeans the tigers hadn't clawed. I ironed my hair. I put on shoes. Hey, I even accessorized with jewelry.

We met up at the Greyville landing area and made our first hop and then another and then another. For a variety of reasons we didn't take any pictures and we won't get into specifics but we concluded that our best course of action would be to return to Nara's Nook and discuss the Adult Metaverse over drinks. First thing we all agreed on is that region owners should know we're coming for a visit.

Talla Adams, Siobhan Muir, and I have done a lot of talking this week about what we'd like to see happen with the Adult Metaverse group on G+. As the group's new moderators we had lots of ideas about things we'd like to do to make it a fun and friendly atmosphere where you can find information about shopping, regions to visit, and where region owners can discover what the adults in the metaverse would like to see in their regions.




One plan we had was a weekly Girl's Night. We'd like to pick a region, drop in together for fun and pictures. Afterwards one of us will write a post about what we did and we'll all share it throughout social media. We're going to need your help with this. If there is a region or grid you run or love to visit, come tell one of us about it. We'd really like to meet the owner or members and learn about what they are creating. If you are having a party or special event invite us. We are open to visiting all grids in the metaverse, open or closed. Please keep in mind that what we can share has to be within the Google TOS.



We probably talked an hour or more. An adult metaverse is starting to grow in Opensim. What we hope to do, in this corner of the metaverse that will grow and develop with or without us, is to bring a blend of male and female voices into the discussion of what it will become. Girls like fun. We'd like places where ladies can find some.  Guys will define what guys like and that's great. We will share about those regions too. Many of the author's at Nara's Nook write romance and we'd love to visit role-play regions where we can drop in to work out ideas for something like a pirate story or dystopian romance.  If you have adult regions that lean toward fantasy and romance I'm sure we are not the only ones who would love to hear about them and visit them. If you are a mature romantic region and don't mind us sharing about your creation with the adult metaverse, we'd be happy to visit.



We're not an adult grid but we had a good time at the book birthday party last night. I know the Nook isn't the only place to have a good time. I hear strannik.zipper @piratesatoll.com:9032 had a rockin' party Friday night. I couldn't make it out for that because it was in the wee hours of the morn for me, but if we could catch a party there before midnight some time I'd love to walk the plank with some pirates. This is how the Nookettes walk the plank. That's Seth up on the bar with Siobhan, Bambi, and Nara dancing on the planks. This was after the party. Mr. SM logged in to join us just before I ran out of steam and logged out. I understand they carried on until it was dawn somewhere in the world.



How do you have fun? We'd like to find out.



Overall our goals for Girl's Night and Adult Metaverse Reviews:

1) We love sexy but keep it tasteful on the forum and for our visit photo shoots.
2) We're especially interested in fantasy role-play and romantic couple getaways.
3) We'd like to see regions that cater to female interests as well as male.
4) We would love to be invited to your events and parties.
5) We want to look nice in the photos we take so think about applying a fix for the attachment bug if we're hypergridding. Bald, legless and textureless women aren't a great way to promote your worlds. If we can't hypergrid to you, is there a way to move our hair shape, skin into inventory on your grid so we can look like ourselves?
6) We're fond of shopping, so if you have regions to shop for sexy things, we're there. Especially sexy things for men! The male wardrobes are too limited.
7) We're also going to be adding theme days for the photo section of Adult Metaverse group and you can learn more about that by joining the group. We want to see tasteful, romantic, sexy, discreet photos of your worlds and the fun to be had there.
8) Once we get some nice visits arranged we'll post time and hypergrid addresses ahead of time so anyone can join us.


~Nara Malone






8/31/14

The Sound of Silence



I pluck a string. Low E.
Baby girl on floor goes still.
Rosebud lips round to a silent O.

Low reverberation,
ripples up and down my spine
in male baritones.

High E.
Soft block slips from chubby hands.
Eyelids flutter.

We watch.
The room fills with fireflies.
Blink. Blink. Blink.

A high trill, like  crystal notes
from a water-glass xylophone,
signals her joy.

We watch.
Fireflies shift into
a rainbow of electric butterflies.

Baby trills a chord: eeee aaa ddd.
We drink in harmony,
effervescent fizzies tickling tummies.

She makes the sign for more.
My fingers dance over strings.
Colors pop like fireworks and I laugh for her.

~Nara Malone
image credit: blurred christmas lights by Dominick on Flickr

It's possible not everyone sees the color of sound, or feels the notes walking through their body. I think poets do. For some of us it is in our DNA, part of a rich neurodiversity that fuels our creativity. For others they see and feel in the mind's eye. However it happens for you, it is part of the harvest from which we all feed our poetry. The theme, should you choose to use it, for OLN on dVersepots.com is Harvest. Stop by dversepoets.com to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself.

7/16/14

Ode to an Everyday Poet






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I remember the night she left.
Her dress, nightgown, brush.
How each quivered in your hands
when you lifted them
from a hospital-scented suitcase,
replaced hers with mine.
A silent drive followed.
Me too small to ask questions.
You wordless in your guilt.

Her cousin's wife's sister took me that first time.
Held me tight,
my heels drumming her skirt,
fists beating her arms,
while you walked away.
Raising a little girl...
It wasn't something you could do.
It wasn't something I allowed you to let go.
Every time you handed me off, I believed you back.
Sometimes it took months, but you always came.

Memories rub like sand
get under my skin
in my eyes.
Your voice still with me,
filling a lifetime of hours
with story/song/fable.
Mending bee-sting to broken heart
with everyday poetry
rolled up in your John-Wayne drawl.

We walked the beach,
my sunrise into your sunset,
the lacy edge of the Atlantic ribboning my ankles.
I can see us,
the goosebumps pebbling my skin.
Hear us,
soprano squeals rising above baritone roar.
You keeping watch, swinging me high
so the big waves couldn't knock me down.

No matter what you do
some waves are gonna knock you flat.
Even one you see coming a long way off.
The last time I saw you,
I did what you never could--
I let go.
I hoped Her arms would wrap around you,
lift you up
when I walked away.
It was the right thing to do.
For you.
Me...
I wish I could believe you back.

~Nara Malone

This  is my response to the dVerse Poet's prompt for an Ode to a Poet. Drop by to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself. Happy birthday, dVerse. Happy birthday, Daddy.

7/13/14

Waltzing the Muse





Armed in white tie
and cultured southern pearls,
we're civilly suited.

Stepping into the word waltz,
an etiquette of circle and tease--
stalk in, scurry back.

Manufacturing rhythm in plot turned inside out.
Sexy repartee confined,
to tidy essentials.

I stumble, tripping on decorum,
bread and butter foreplay
consumed with knife and fork.

Corseted in propriety,
confinement's keys
unlock cheeky fantasy.

Him robed in moonlight,
hard body surfing
a dew soaked meadow.

He's caught me out,
saw mischief dance naked in my eyes.
Or tasted whine-laced hunger behind a chaste kiss.

Leaning in close,
his whisper hot against my ear,
he digs in.

Ravishes with words.
Parts me with devil's tongue,
thoughts spread like a meal.

Devour me, sugar.
Consume me.
Eat with your fingers.

~Nara Malone

I started writing this three years ago, had the ending then. I found the first stanza a year ago. The middle has been that hard struggle between writer and word to get past the formality and down to the raw heart of what needs saying. I'm still not sure it's done.When I saw dVerse Poets are having an anniversary ball tonight, I thought what better dance partner than the muse I've been playing hide and seek with these past three years. Drop in to see who the other poets brought or to introduce us to your partner for the evening.

This was also a contribution to the Sunday Whirl.

7/5/14

Friday 55: Spotlighting

Flickr Photo Download: Lonely

Spotlighting

I like keeping my secrets,
tucking my thoughts away.
It is so easy with you,
keeping my shades drawn.
I can listen, ask, and never tell.

But then in a moment,
a brief glance up,
I’m captive.
Your eyes search every shadow, every secret.
I freeze, hypnotized,
until you look down and set me free.

~Nara Malone

6/29/14

Open-Carry: Unzipping the Metaphors

Warning:  This poem contains no language that can't be used on prim time T.V. but it discusses  the subject in a way that will make people uncomfortable. That's the point. It's also the point that what I say will get censored while flaunting guns in shops and restaurants has more legal protection than my right to protest. But if frank language about terrorists and muderers upsets you, don't read further.


He spent the morning photographing his penis collection,
lining them up on the table getting just right glint of light on the contours
and dramatic angle of cast shadows.

He did a selfie with two supersoak repeaters strapped across his chest. Another gazing down the shafts of two 57 mag  hand-jobs. He made videos, pontificating on who he planned to screw, how he'd make them drop to their knees and worship him.

He marched in an open-carry  rally at the waffle shop, showed all those keep-your-penis-zipped activists who the real men were.

He invited girls to admire his equipment but none seemed properly impressed, possibly because none of the penises he purchased came with balls.

An hour later, he dropped his selfie press kit in the mail slot at the local TV station and went off to drown kittens with his supersoaks. When someone tried to stop him he robbed the world of his magnificence by putting his penis in his mouth and pulling the  trigger.

~Nara Malone



Photo Credit: Super Soakers by Bastian at Flickr Photo Sharing.

6/26/14

dVerse Dadaism: Do Accept My Apologies






Do Accept My Apologies

His
bill of complaint,
hovering
unspoken.
Air between them,
fornicating
another question,
misspeaking her name
with dark eyes.

Are you so naive?
She might melt
grave repercussions.

~Nara Malone 

I picked an interesting night to jump back in at dVerse. We're playing with Dadaist poetry tonight. We're supposed to cut up a news article and pull the words from a paper bag to write a poem. I didn't have a newspaper, so I used a page from a lesson on editing. And rebel that I am, cutting up homework wasn't enough--I only followed some of the rules. It's okay, I'm pretty sure rule breaking was the point.  If you're feeling poetically rebellious, or would like to see what the other pots did, hop over to dversepoets.com and join the fun.

4/29/14

More Tour Fun at Total Eclipse and Selkie Island


Tour stop for today is Total Eclipse Reviews. Stop by to see what deep dark secrets I reveal about myself and my newest novel, Make Me Wet. Sign up to win prizes and books. When you're done with all that you can drop by Selkie Island at Nara's Nook and hang out with handsome selkie Ronin. He's a great listener. Look in the cave near Ronin and find a selkie avatar to discover what it is like to shift between being human and seal. Explore the magical playground under the water.

If you're new to virtual worlds you can find instructions on logging in for the first time here. If you're an experienced hypergrid traveler you want to head to world.narasnook.com:8900:Selkie Island

4/28/14

News from the Tour


Maybe one day publishers will treat romance authors like rock stars. Until then I do the best I can.

Like my tour bus?

This week I'll be cruising to a blog near you. Drop in and see what juicy details the interviewers pry out of me. Check out the giveaways for books and prizes. Hope to see you there.

April 29 Interview
Eclipse Reviews

April 30 Interview
Author Karen Swart

May 1 Spotlight
Behind Closed Doors

May 2 Interview and review
Butterfly-o-Meter Books

4/23/14

Road Trip Update: Red Roses for Make Me Wet







I found a lovely review from Farrah Sayyed over at the Imagine a World Blog this morning: "Sweet, steamy, and a lovely paranormal romance, Make Me Wet was a wonderful read."

You can find the rest of the review here, plus excerpts and details on how to enter to win prizes and books.

Wishing everyone a lovely Wednesday.

~Nara

4/20/14

Now Touring: Make Me Wet



Nothing says summer like a road trip and some time at the beach. While spring is still making up its mind about whether it'll put in appearance this year, I'm going to start acting like it's summer. From now until July 4th I will be touring my selkie tale, Make Me Wet--talking selkies, kelpies, beach life and writing life. I'll be giving away books and prizes so check in every week and comment at the sites where I post for your chance to win. 

To celebrate the launch of my tour I'm author of the week on the Buy a Book Tell a Friend blog.

Below is the list of Virtual Tour stops Bewitching Book Tours arranged for me this week. I hope to see you all out there on the virtual highway.




My planned stop on this week's virtual road trip are listed below. Hope to see you all there


April 21- May 19

April 21 Guest blog--Talking about how I found inspiration for Make Me Wet on Chincoteague Island.

Erotica For All

April 22 Spotlight
Lisa’s World of Books

April 23 Spotlight and review
Imagine a World

April 24 Spotlight
Sapphyria's Steamy Book Reviews 

April 25 Interview
Darkest Cravings - Adult Blog

3/31/14

My Writing Spot


Writers get asked all the time about their writing process and favorite places to write. My favorite place to write has always been next to the ocean. The hypnotic inhale and exhale of the surf unleashes my imagination. I like to start writing in the dark side of morning and watch the world go from black to silver around me as I work.

That time when it's just light enough to make out the shapes around me but still dark enough to see the fairy lights is best.

 

I'm not much for interior decorating--weathered wood, a few pillows. My writing spot is a place to launch out of one reality into another.


When I look up it's into the eyes of a tiger or out the window into another world.

Windows on one side look out on a garden of unicorns, butterflies and plot bunnies. Another bank of widows opens on Mermaid Bay where a golden dragon stands guard and mermen frolic under the waves.

 Bird song, surf beat, and kitten mews merge into a writer lullaby, taking me into my write/dream mind. It's like I've teleported into every favorite story book I read as a child. It's a place where anything I can dream seems possible.



Credits: Bunnies, butterflies, mermaids, dragons, unicorns, tiger pictures and an assortment of fantasy plants come from +Selea Core. Little green dragon in the tree and little orange kitten from +Fred Beckhusen. House by Linda Kellie. Furniture and reading tree stump from the Little Field Furniture store that used to be in OS Grid.

3/30/14

Pokeweed Prayers

















Time rows backwards,
like a boat,
sighting on what's behind
to find the way ahead.
You live life lost, not seeing where you're headed
till you've been there--
kinda like love.

Love rows backwards,
like mending,
steady dip and pull
mating what's parted
It'll heal your heart or rend it again and again
till your patches sprout patches--
kinda like pokeweed.

Pokeweed rows backwards,
like a poor man's bet,
a scratch-n-win patch through emptiness
when a real meal can't be found.
It'll fill you or empty you
till you're steady on your feet or shivering on your knees--
kinda like faith.

~Nara Malone
Photo Credit: Tennessee Warbler by Kenneth Cole Schneider on Flickr


Sometimes when I write I know exactly what I'm saying. Other times it's like the words are a message from a deeper part of me and I study them trying to grasp the meaning. You'll probably get this before I do. I may not know what I'm saying but this is my first contribution to  The Sunday Whirl. And now that I figured out where dVerse Poets OLN got off to, a contribution there as well. Drop by to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself.

3/27/14

Farewell for the G-Man


So I hear you're going to hop on your Harley,
ride off into the sunset this weekend.
Doesn't surprise me.
Isn't that what the good guys do?
And you've earned a break.
So go on and go.
I won't miss you.
Sniff.
Much.

Cuz...
you told me awhile back I could clone you.
So I did.
Trouble is--
he can't say,
"Have a kick-ass weekend!"
like You do.

~Nara

:-( Gonna miss you, G.

This is my contribution to G-Man's Friday Flash 55. Go here to join us in saying farewell.

3/26/14

Can You Write a Novel using Flash Fiction?

Join me in welcoming guest blogger Siobhan Muir back to my blog for a post on using Flash Fiction to inspire and improve your writing. 



Can you write a novel using flash fiction?
Yes, I say you can. My friend Goran Zidar is writing his tale eight sentences at a time each Sunday and putting it up on his blog as a serial. My muse would kill me if I stopped after eight sentences, but it works for him.
Flash fiction is great for tightening writing, whether you write short or long. Three of my novels out have pieces of flash fiction in them, snippets written for flash fiction challenges to help me prod my muse when she was stuck or even continue a scene I’d been working on with help of a prompt. Even now when reading them I’ll see the prompts and remember writing the snippets to them.
My writing has dramatically improved since I’ve started writing in flash fiction challenges. I’ve had to learn how to pick the right words to convey the emotion when I had a limited word count. And it has carried over into my longer prose. It made me remove lazy verbs and passive voice. I’ve learned how to remove “was” and “that” from my vocabulary, using them only when absolutely necessary.
I don’t always win the challenges, but I don’t really write in them for the badge or prize. For me it’s the opportunity to get to the essence of the story I’m writing using the fewest words to convey what I want. Most of my current novels have flash fiction snippets in them, including my newest release, Bronco’s Rough Ride.
In fact, Bronco’s Rough Ride started as a flash fiction snippet when I got just the right prompt and the muse ran with it. Now, some forty thousand words later, I have a tale with several flash fiction pieces in it and novel-length work. Here’s the blurb:

What happens in Vegas, stays in the heart…

Chief Petty Officer John "Bronco" Andrews only meant to stay one night in Vegas for a little R&R before resuming his duties as a US Navy SEAL in Coronado. But someone slips him a mickey in the bar and he finds himself in Madame LeBeau's sex trade. As the product. Doped up on ketamine to keep him docile, Bronco has no choice but to let it ride.

Detective Lindsey Jarvis has been undercover in LeBeau's sex slave racket for two years and she almost has enough evidence to take it down. Between abduction, prostitution, and murder, she has LeBeau by the short hairs. All she needs is a "product". John is the perfect witness if she can get him out before the drugs shut down his heart. Then she'll be free to start a normal life.

Lindsey doesn't count on her overwhelming attraction for Bronco or her need to see him through detox. But she's a cop in Vegas and he's a Navy SEAL, two lifestyles with too much unpredictability to maintain a relationship. Neither have time for more than one wild rough ride, and what happens in Vegas, stays. Forever.

So there you have it. If you like to write flash fiction, be sure to stop by my blog on Thursdays for #ThursThreads, and just maybe you’ll start your next novel. Happy reading!



Excerpt of Bronco’s Rough Ride
Copyright © 2014 Siobhan Muir
All rights reserved.

She swallowed against revulsion as she readied the needle. She could face down a jacked-up junkie with a loaded weapon, but one little needle entering skin made her want to run screaming for the hills. Just push it in and be done, Jarvis.
Lindsey pressed the plunger to let out the air and inserted the needle into his vein. She kept her mind on the feel of his warm skin in her hands to push off the threatening nausea. Focus. At last the plunger hit bottom and she pulled the syringe out.
“There. That should do it.” She glanced at his eyes. “At least get it started.” She deposited the used syringe back into her purse. “Let me get you a towel.” She selected one of the fluffy burgundy towels from her bath and returned to the bedroom. “This will be like a swanky massage, right?” She gave him a half smile as she laid the towel over his lap and tucked it around his hips. When done, she sat down beside him, certain to keep in his line of sight.
“I guess we have a little time to get to know each other.”
She paused, resisting the urge to run her hands over the taut muscles of his legs. She’d learned the softness of his hair and ached to touch it again. You get no liberties now, Jarvis. “So I did some checking and I found out you’re in the Navy headed to Coronado Naval Base on a Permanent Change of Station. Is that right?”
Lindsey met his gaze and he blinked twice. “I know the Naval SpecOps trains there.” She scanned his body. “And no tattoos, which is unusual. Most military guys get tats, but not you.”
The scars stood out against his tanned skin, but no ink. “Unless you’ve removed them, which leaves bad scars and hurts like hell, so I’m told. Did you once have a tat, John?”

Excerpt #2 of Bronco’s Rough Ride
Copyright © 2014 Siobhan Muir
All rights reserved.

“How are you doing? Can you get in on your own?” Her breath brushed his cheek and his cock hardened again. At least that part of me still works.
“Yeah.” He reached for the car as she pulled the door open.
“Good. Let me recline the seat. When I drive out of here I don’t want you too visible.” She pushed the leather bucket seat flat. He admired the sleek lines of her dress against her ass and closed his eyes, remembering the softness of it on his lap.
“John, are you okay?”
He snapped his eyes open and nodded, swaying a little.
“Get in and we’ll get out of here.”
John sat in the seat with exaggerated movements. Nothing sat where he expected and he banged his knees and forehead twice before he settled into the seat and lay back. God it felt good to relax after trying to walk all that way fighting the ketamine. But they’d made it to the car. All they had to do was get out of the parking lot.
Lindsey settled into the driver’s seat and started the engine, the rumble adding to the tremors rippling through his body. Fuck, I hate coming down off drugs. The car moved and his sense of orientation shifted, the glow of the Strip’s lights washing across the windshield in a kaleidoscope of color.
“Wow. It looks like it’s moving. Day and night, always moving.”
“Sorry? What’s moving?”
“The lights. In Sin City. Did we sin yet?”
Lindsey shot him an incredulous look. “Yep. Plenty of times.”
“Good.” She looked like a woman good at sinning.

Excerpt #3 of Bronco’s Rough Ride
Copyright © 2014 Siobhan Muir
All rights reserved.

“Come on. Can you still walk?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He was a SEAL, dammit. He could damn well do anything.
But his body failed him when he tried to shift it and his legs wobbled like Jell-O in a three-year-old’s grip. What the fuck’s wrong with me?
“Lean on me, John. I’ve got you.” Lindsey worked her shoulder under his armpit and pulled him.
He tipped precariously forward and stared at her feet as she stabilized his weight. Where are her shoes? She’ll ruin her nylons. Except she hadn’t worn them. He remembered an unencumbered access to her sweet pussy and the satisfaction he’d found there. Warmth ran through his body and hardened his shaft.
“Come on, John. In you go.”
She helped him stagger up some rough-hewn plank steps into a clean and homey cabin with wood floors and thread-bare furniture. The walls had been stained golden and glowed in the few lights she’d turned on. The air held the smell of stale air and cool mountain forest. This place didn’t seem like something near the Strip in Vegas. Where the hell had she taken him?
Lindsey deposited him on a worn plush couch and made a move away from him. Unreasoning panic exploded in his chest and he grabbed her arm.
“Don’t leave me.”
“Easy, John. I’m just going to the kitchen to make some coffee. But I won’t—”
“Go alone?”
“Be gone long.” She patted his arm. “It’ll be okay.”
He gritted his teeth and nodded. “Just watch your back. They could be anywhere.”
“They?”
“The tangos. They can look like anyone. Bartenders, hookers. Hell, that valet you got the car from. Anyone.” He had to make her understand. Shadows hid all manner of evils.



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What happens in Vegas, stays in the heart...

Chief Petty Officer John "Bronco" Andrews only meant to stay one night in Vegas for a little R&R before resuming his duties as a US Navy SEAL in Coronado. But someone slips him a mickey in the bar and he finds himself in Madame LeBeau's sex trade. As the product. Doped up on ketamine to keep him docile, Bronco has no choice but to let it ride.

Detective Lindsey Jarvis has been undercover in LeBeau's sex slave racket for two years and she almost has enough evidence to take it down. Between abduction, prostitution, and murder, she has LeBeau by the short hairs. All she needs is a "product". John is the perfect witness if she can get him out before the drugs shut down his heart. Then she'll be free to start a normal life.

Lindsey doesn't count on her overwhelming attraction for Bronco or her need to see him through detox. But she's a cop in Vegas and he's a Navy SEAL, two lifestyles with too much unpredictability to maintain a relationship. Neither have time for more than one wild rough ride, and what happens in Vegas, stays. Forever.

BIO
Siobhan Muir lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he's never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.

In previous lives, Siobhan has been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater.

Siobhan writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy. She believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories.

Siobhan’s latest release, Bronco's Rough Ride, is a prequel to The Navy's Ghost in the Bad Boys of Beta Squad series. She has published A Hell Hound’s Fire (a free read) and The Beltane Witch in the Cloudburst Colorado series. Siobhan has also published Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin and Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack through Siren Publishing, and Her Devoted Vampire through Evernight Publishing.