Authors Tell All- Melynda Price

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Melynda PriceMelynda Price is the author of several contemporary and paranormal romance titles, including Win by Submission and Passing His Guard in the mixed martial arts–themed Against the Cage series. Price writes for ardent readers who want to fall in love over and over again. She makes the unbelievable believable while taking her characters to the limit with tales full of passion, heart, and unexpected twists. Salting stories with undertones of history whenever possible, Price adds immeasurable depth to her well-crafted books. She lives with her husband and two children in northern Minnesota, where there are plenty of snow-filled days to curl up in front of the fireplace with a hot cup of coffee and write.


Thank you for inviting me to your author tell-all. Today, I’m celebrating the release of Passing His Guard, the second book in my Against the Cage series. It’s been a journey to get here…

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Hey guys, I am working hard to get The New Yorker series finished.


here is a snippet of ‘THE AFFAIR’


Duke stared at the picture of Rayne and her son that he kept hidden in his wallet. He thought it was just another cliché move, sleeping with the nanny. He never thought he would fall in love with her or that it could potentially cost him half of what he owned. It was ridiculous how he thought he could keep his duty to his wife as a husband and have happiness with his mistress at the same time. Now Rayne was gone and she had taken his son with her. Everyone around them thought they had been in the train accident, but he knew better. It just wasn’t time to bring them back yet, for his anger to be fully satisfied and his vengeance effective he needed time.
Duke’s phone buzzed on his office desk. He glanced at it and saw it was Kit. He was going to let it go to voice mail but picked it up on the third ring.
“Duke, I found them. Rayne and your son. They are not dead.”
Shit, now what?


In his arms in his bed, that was where she felt safe and found pleasure. The thing was, Duke wasn’t hers to have.

Catch up with the New Yorkers here



Hey, this isn’t a new story. I you have been on my page once or twice, you could have come across this story and read it. Forgive me for recycling. But I want to check the response on this. I want to see if people read this. It’s takes a whole lot of dedication to write these stories, I want to see if my work is being appreciated. (Emotional blackmail)


The theme of this story is as above, PROTECT ME.  The leading man is SONG SEUNG HEON, he is a Korean actor. Google him. And you the reader, male or female can be the leading lady. It is written with a female lead. Feel free to be you.


Deep breath!

Deep breath!

She thought, as she coaxed her lungs to inhale and exhale in a slow pace, while she tried to get the loud thundering of her heart under control, and out of her ears. This was it, she had prepared for this day and now it was finally here. Taking a step to the front of the room, she watched as a patient crowd stared back at her in silent patience. She took a deep breath as the eager expressions urged her on.


Lexy was finally taking steps to reclaim her life. That was what she told herself when she prepared for the blind date set up by her neighbour. A lot had happened to her over the years, trouble was all she knew. She was born in it, lived in it and thought she would die in it. But for the first time in all her twenty three years, she felt like she could actually get a better ending to what had been a terrible story.

Finally, she sighed as she took in the crowded room. He was here somewhere but she couldn’t figure out which of the guys was hers. She wondered why he hadn’t asked her to a nice restaurant, somewhere quiet and intimate. I know why, because you couldn’t go to a place where you could be alone with him. Because you are a fraud and this whole brave act is a façade. And because you would rather be bumping elbows with a drunk group of bikers than risk being caught alone with him. Lexy chastised herself. But the optimist in her said that she was taking baby steps.

Her eyes stopped searching the room when she met a pair of excited eyes. She looked at the man and immediately knew that he couldn’t be her date. She looked behind her, half expecting a gorgeous woman to be standing there. But there was no one but a large biker tattooed from his forehead to his neck. Lexy looked back at the kind eyes, and the man was now standing seemingly waiting for her. She didn’t know her date’s name; her neighbor seemed to think it would be more interesting if they discovered it for themselves. There was only way she could identify him, and the thought of her uttering those words, left her feeling stupid.

He stepped away from the throng of people and came into full view. His six something, tall frame was stacked with muscles. He was built like a brick wall and when he moved next to her she felt small. The desire soon fled from her and fear replaced it. His towering build made her panic and she felt crowded. Lexy took a step back and shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thoughts that asked her to turn around and run.

“Knock knock…” the man said, his baritone voice going through her ear and vibrating through her body.

“Who’s there?” she responded with a timid voice.

“Alexander Steele, but my friends call me Lex.” He had a warm smile, kind brown eyes that held humor in them.

“That’s why?” Lexy mumbled to herself.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t get what you said.” He leaned in towards her, his ear close to her face.

Lexy couldn’t resist the urge; she turned her head into his neck and breathed him in. She felt a shiver shoot through her spine as she took in the heady scent of him. A mix of aftershave, musk and the mixed scents of beer and smoke from the bar, it made him smell like a man.

“What are you doing?” The man drew back with a puzzled expression.

“Sorry…I…I was just…” Lexy cleared her throat all the while cursing herself and her secluded life. If she had been let out, before this night, to know other men she wouldn’t be reacting like a teenage school girl.

“Its fine, I go around smelling people I meet too.” Her tensed body relaxed, she watched as he failed his attempt to hold back a grin, “Dogs do it, I don’t see why humans can’t do it too.”

Lexy watched Lex as he smiled then laughed. He put his hands on her arms and led her towards the small table in the back.

“I am I right in assuming that you are my date for the night?” Lex asked once they were sited.

Lexy nodded, her voice lost to her.

“What’s your name?”

“My what?” Lexy closed her eyes and wished she could tape her mouth shut to avoid uttering anymore nonsense.

“Let’s try this again.” Lex chuckled. “My name is Alexander Steele and you are?”

“Alexandria Washington, but my friends call me Lexy.” She bit back a smile when he looked at her, puzzled.

“That’s why our mutual friend thought it would be funny.” He laughed and this time Lexy laughed with him. There was something about his laughter that made her feel so free, like all of a sudden it was okay to be happy. He stretched his hand out to her and she took it, “Nice to meet you Lexy.”

“You have no idea how nice it is to meet you.” Lexy said her voice faltering but filled with earnest.


They had been talking and watching each other when he said, “Do you want to go somewhere else?”

“Where?” Lexy noticed that the panic in her voice was not lost to him.

Lex sat back and watched her as if analyzing and seeking her secrets from the expression in her face. Stop being a freak. Lexy barked at herself, this is what normal people do after a date. They leave together.

“You want to share?” His voice pierced through her thoughts.

“Share what?”

“You seem to be having a conversation in your head.” He went silent for a second then added, “I just want to take you to the dinner across the street. I would like to feed you. Will you let me?”

She closed her eyes so that he wouldn’t see the relief in them, “Sure, I would like that.”

“I hope you are hungry.” Lex said as he draped his jacket over her shoulders before they stepped out of the bar.

Lexy pulled the jacket around her and wished she could cuddle in its warmth all night long. She had only been with him for an hour and she was already getting a hint of what an equal, caring relationship was supposed to be like.

“I should let you know, that I like to eat pancakes before anything else. It’s like my appetizer.” Lex reached to place his hand on the small of her back and she froze.

Lexy moved away from him, but by the time she had caught her error it was too late. Lex was examining her once again. She closed her eyes as she willed herself not to cry.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled.

“You don’t have to apologize.” His voice was as low as hers, “Do you mind if I hold your hand.”

Lexy nodded, she put her hand through the jacket sleeve and held onto his. She felt a sliver of excitement seep into her heart from the gentle contact. This is how it a gentle hand feels like. She moved closer to him, a purr escaped from her lips as his warm body came into contact with her.

“Are you alright?”

She nodded. Relief almost sent her to her knees when he smiled at her. He doesn’t think I’m a freak.

“It’s alright to be nervous. I think we should just get the kiss over with.”

“What?” Lexy barked out a laugh.

“I think we should do this, right here.” He continued a hint of humour in his tone, “I have to warn you though, I am a terrible kisser.”

“Nope, I’m the worst kisser in the world.” She stood in front of him and watched as the light of laughter danced in his eyes.

“You couldn’t be. Girls as beautiful as you are know how to kiss a guy.”

“You think I’m beautiful.” The laughter slipped from her voice as she stared at him.

Lex leaned his face towards her, stopping when their lips were inches away from each other. He was waiting for her to give him permission, to say it was alright. The gesture broke Lexy’s heart. She took a deep breath as she rose to her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his. Her breath froze in her lungs and her heart stopped in her chest, when he begun to kiss her. Slow and sweet at first, but then his hand, pressed on her lower back, pushed her even closer to him. His other hand cupped the back of her head as the kiss grew deeper and sweeter.

She whimpered her disappointment when he pulled back. But a giddy feeling twisted in her gut when he whispered against her lips, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever kissed.”

“And you are the only man I’ve ever kissed.” She whispered back.

The smile on his lips dropped as the laughter in his eyes was replaced by wonder. “You are twenty three years old. I’m sure you have been kissed before.”

Lexy shook her head and hid her face in his chest.

“I’m honored to be your first.”

Lexy pulled back and watched as his lips lifted in a grin. She was about to say something when she heard the sound of police sirens approach them. Without thinking she grabbed his hands and led them in a chase.

She couldn’t out run him, she knew that. But Lexy swore that she would rather be damned if she let her tormentor get to Lex.

“What’s going on?” She heard Lex ask, and when she didn’t respond he stopped and almost pulled her arm out of its socket.

“You need to hide.” She said in desperate urgency.

“Who do I need to hide from?” She didn’t answer; instead she looked around wondering where the car had disappeared to. “Lexy listen to me, I can protect you. Who are you trying to hide from?”

“Not me, he’ll catch me eventually. But I won’t let him get to you.” She begun their mad dash once more all the while she repeated, “I won’t let him, I won’t let him.”


Lexy led them to the park, hoping that their assailant wouldn’t find them there. It was huge and had plenty of hiding places. She just needed to make sure that Lex was safe and then she would face her tormentor alone.

“You need to give me some answers Lexy.” Lex ordered in a deliberate voice. “Is it an ex-husband, and ex-boyfriend? Are you being stalked?”

“Why would anyone want to stalk me?” Lexy pulled him to the carpet grass next to the large oak tree. Her eyes continued their search around the dark park, “I never had a boyfriend or anyone that interested in stalking me?”

“Then who are we running from?”


Lexy swallowed hard as the deep voice that haunted her, echoed in her ears. She jumped to her feet pulling Lex behind her. “Leave him alone.”

“I saw him kiss you.” The man leaned on the tree well shrouded by the dark.

“Who are you?” Lex barked.

“Shhh!” the sound escaped from Lexy’s lips. She didn’t think her tormentor had seen that kiss. But now that he had, there was no running from the consequences. She turned around to face Lex, the anger in his eyes evident. His arm went around her waist and pulled her behind him. He wanted to protect her, but he couldn’t. She felt a tear slid down her cheek.

“You can’t help me. You need to go.”

“No! He stays. He can watch.”

Lexy let out a scream when the sound of a gun going off, in perfect harmony of a man cry out when the bullet met flesh, filled her ears. Lex was on the ground groaning in pain as his hand covered his injured and bleeding shoulder.

“Don’t kill him please.” Lexy begged as she knelt next to Lex.

“Cuff him to the bench.” The man shouted as he threw a pair of handcuffs at her.

“No!” Lexy cried. She couldn’t do that to Lex, she couldn’t let him be a victim, not a witness, but a victim to her nightmares.

“I’ll shoot him again.”

Lexy moved to Lex’s feet. She cuffed his ankle to the park bench then assumed the position she had been taking for years. She lay on her belly her hands folded in front of her, her eyes looking away from her tormentor and Lex’s searching, confused gaze.

“No!” She heard Lex shout when he finally understood what the man meant to do.

“Shhh…Shhh!” Lexy tried to comfort him as he struggled against his shackle. “It’s alright, it will be over soon. Close your eyes.” Unwillingly Lex did as she said and Lexy tried her best not to make a sound. But her attacker’s gratifying sounds was bound to leave scars in Lex’s heart forever.



“…I watched as he set Lex free and warned him that if he ever told anyone he would kill me. He was a cop after all and he would know if Lex ever reported the rape. When I went home that night my heart ached more than it ever did since I was fifteen. I was used to my father abusing me, but having Lex watch tore my heart out. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, comfort him. But then I felt disgusting and I knew he wouldn’t want filth like me to ever touch him again.

“My father was waiting for me. He was in a crazy rage and locked me in the basement. He only let me out when he needed me again. But he said I am too old for him now. He’s going to get rid of me soon.”

Her eyes lifted from the diary she had been reading from. She watched as people tried to control their emotions. “Alexandria Washington had no one to speak for her, so today I will.” She turned back to the jury and each one of them had tears in their eyes. She walked over to the defendant, and showed him the diary, “Is this your daughter’s handwriting?”

“Yes.” He answered grimly.

“So this is her diary and she wrote all of these entries.” Angrily the prosecutor flipped through all the pages.


“Where did you dump your daughter’s body Mr.Washington?” She roared at him.

“I didn’t kill her.” Rage burned white hot in his eyes as he shouted back at her, “She’s still alive and setting me up. I swear when I find that bitch she-,”

“She’ll what!” The prosecutor asked. “You raped and abused her for eight years, and then you shot her date,” she pointed at Alexander Steele in the gallery, his arm in a sling, “but you had to humiliate her by letting someone watch as you raped her, and then if that was not enough you killed her. Where is her body!” her fist came down on the desk with such force that everyone, even the judge, jumped in their seats.

“Your honour I would like to ask for a recess please.” The defense attorney asked, frazzled.

“Why?” the judge asked pushing his glasses up his nose.

“We would like to consider the deal offered by the prosecution.”

“The deal is off the table.” The prosecutor cut in, “We should close right now.”

“I’ll allow it. The defense shall be first to offer their closing statement.” The judge ordered.

“The defense has nothing to say.”

“The prosecution rests.”


Lex took his phone out and quickly texted. The jury had been back after fifteen minutes of deliberating and had a unanimous vote, guilty. Lex had requested the prosecutor to take the death penalty off the table; he would be satisfied with life imprisonment. Although the prosecutor didn’t understand why, she agreed. He waved at Washington as he was being dragged out of the court room to face his new life. He smiled and sighed, finally it was all over.


She could see everything from here. The French Riviera was beautiful and from the pent house Lex had gotten them she had a beautiful view.

“Hey sweetheart.” She smiled when his arms wrapped around her. She was always at peace when he was close by. At first Lexy thought that he would never be able to get over that traumatic event but he had. Granted it had taken him six years and an army of therapists, but they had finally been able to move past it.

“So what do you think we should name our next baby?” His fingers drew circles on her protruding belly.

“Let’s see, we’ve got the, twins, Alexander Junior and Alexandria Junior, and our son, Alec so I guess we should name our little girl Alexia.” She said a smile on her lips and in her heart.

It had taken Lex a while before he was comfortable to touch her sexually. And it had taken her even longer to know that sex wasn’t a method to hurt. She had to wrap her head around the fact that Lex truly loved her. But once they had first made love three years ago, it seemed like they couldn’t stop. And each year they brought a new life into the world, and even happier possibilities.


She hadn’t thought of Washington for a while now. But she had made sure that there was someone who gave him a message every single year. She needed him to know that she had outsmarted him, that she had won. She was loved and she was happy. He was in prison and he would never be free again. He was trapped in a hell he couldn’t escape and she was glad.

But each year her message was always the same CHECKMATE.


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Romance Romance Romance,


So this year at around March I discovered K-Dramas, Chiniese, Taiwanese and Philipino dramas, so progress has been slow. Its the reason why Book 5 of the New Yorkers will probably not be out until the end of the year. Fingers crossed.  The book is done, just polishing before sending it off to SCP.

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So as I write I listen to a bunch of music. It doesn’t matter if I understand the words, I have to feel the emotion (nosebleed). It has to make me happy, put me in a certain mood to help with my writing. So someone called me weird because I think as a result of watching Asian dramas, my music taste has veered off to the east. Top favorites Kim Hyung Joong, JJ Lin, Xian Lim, Sam Conception yes all dudes, please don’t ask me why i barely understand myself sometimes.


It is also for the above reasons that Fan-Fic hasn’t been going well. My day jobs, my writing and watching those shows, it’s been tight. However, at least by December I should have at least three up for your holiday reading. They will be free (i feel a need to point that out).  They are going to be original (not exactly Fan-Fic right?) short, about 2000-3000 words each obviously based on my dream men. Okay let’s just now call it MY DREAM BOYS or JUST A DREAM my own little world and realities. ha-ha!

I have goodies, a cover reveal. Forgive me for it being a slow year.


Finally thank you for giving my sister’s book BECAUSE I LOVE HIM, support. It is doing great. recommend it to your friends. Here is LOVE HER RIGHT, up for preorder.

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hey guys!!! I know I said that i would be starting my own fanfic obsession, i even got a page up. The thing is I have been very busy with my own stories, POSSESSED, LOVE AND WAR both out in SEPTEMBER and writing the 5th NEW YORKER; ADDICTED TO HIM, excerpt below.


Plus THE REBEL’S OWN is going to be in a book bundle called WHIRLWIND ROMANCE. i will let you know more about it soon.







But for now take a look at my sisters book called BECAUSE I LOVE HIM, the go to response for every girl crazy and stupidly in love.  The book is up for pre-order. 51HaS7yVYhL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_ Here is the blurb; Rafael DeLuca and Talia McKenna fall in love when the Italian business mogul goes to Boston to visit one of his family’s companies international offices and she is assigned to be his guide. But Rafe is already engaged and his marriage is also meant to merge his father’s and future father-in-law’s companies. He calls off the wedding and just days later, he finds Talia in bed with his brother. Months later Rafe is ready to fulfill his obligation by marrying his fiance and commit to his family responsibility but Talia crushes his wedding. She isn’t ready to let go of him just yet.

As promised a snippet of ADDICTED TO HIM ad Danny heard footsteps approaching her. She turned around and tried to run in the other direction. It was hard to do considering her vision had doubled and her feet were refusing to cooperate. She blew air into her palm and took a sniff of her breathe. The alcohol was pungent, but as long as she kept a safe distance away there was no way that they could smell it on her breathe. Now the hard part was to look sober.

“Feet don’t fail me now,” she muttered under her breathe.

“Danny?” It was Reno. Danny closed her eyes and counted down to ten before responding.


“You can’t get married.”

“What?” That again, Danny turned around to face her big brother, she wasn’t quite sure the expression she had on her face, but whatever it was Reno wasn’t liking it. His whole face frowned and Danny couldn’t help but giggle. Then she hiccuped, “Excuse me. What were you saying?”

“Are you drunk?” Danny jumped startled. The rage in Reno’s voice echoed in their parent’s house, hitting her like a ton of bricks. “Use your inside voice.”

“I swear to God, Danny!” Reno’s fists banged down on the dining room table, sending most of its contents flying to the ground making a crashing medley. “You just left rehab.”

“I know and it wasn’t as posh as I remembered it.”

“Do you think Christopher is going to marry an alcoholic?”

“Do you think he cares?” Danny stumbled towards the bar. She grabbed the whiskey bottle but couldn’t lift it. Her hand shook each time she picked it up. “Big brother, help a sister out.”

Reno grabbed her arm and spun her around. “What is happening to you? What do you think Kit would say?”

The mention of his name seemed to awaken Danny’s reserve strength. She pushed Reno away but not before slapping him. “That traitor abandoned me.”

“No he didn’t.”

“He left me!” Danny screamed.

“He died!”

That silenced her and miraculously managed to sober her up.Danny was angry, she had asked Kit not to go, but he had chosen his career over her. They had parted with a lie, she had tricked him into doing something he swore not to do because his career came first. Danny thought she had won. For a moment she had dug into the Kent cunning business chest and brought out a trump card. Kit never turned his back on responsibility. So she lied and she won, for a moment she had beat the Navy. But now the Navy had taken him from her.

“Don’t…he’s not…he is just M.I.A. He just doesn’t want a wife or children, so he is hiding. But they’ll find him. Then he will be marshaled… I mean court marshaled. It’s illegal to a coward, you know.”

“If you believed that you wouldn’t be marrying his twin brother.” Danny’s knees gave in. She dropped to the ground and just sat there, staring at the bamboo tiled floors. Reno sat next to her, but Danny just moved away. “Don’t. I’m not really interested in DJ’s kumbaya session.”

“It’s been a year. They haven’t found him, Danny.” Reno cupped her cheek and she pushed his palm away. “Marrying Christopher and drinking won’t help you move on.”

“I don’t want to move on.” Getting on her hands and knees, Danny tried to push herself off the ground, but failed. “Pointless, it’s all pointless. For two years I was happy. I had Kit, I had a home, a job, my sobriety…and poof, it’s all gone. I kissed my sailor goodbye and waited for him to come back, but he didn’t.”



Danny moved out of Reno’s reach. “I don’t think I can…I don’t know how to face another day without Christopher and the alcohol to trick my mind into thinking that he looks just like his brother. My heart is being shredded ever single sober second. I can’t let the fog clear for my mind, because then I start to think, to rationalize, I start to make sense of it and I’m afraid I’m going to accept it.” Danny cleared the emotion from her tone. “It’s not easy to pretend, to forget and to feel numb when I’m sober. I need to survive, it’s not killing me, it’s keeping me alive… alive for Kit, for when he comes back. He has to come back.”

“He is not.”

“Don’t say that to me.” Danny shook her head as if trying to get the truth out of her head. “You don’t understand, if he doesn’t come back, I don’t come back.”

Danny leaned into her brother’s embrace and cried. It had been a year ago after she had chased everyone from her room when she found herself at the Henry’s residence. Chris had let her in and left her undisturbed in Kit’s room for the night. It worked out well for her because everyone was either busy worrying about Kat and her early labor or DJ and his problems. For a while she liked the solitude, the fact that everyone was too busy with their lives to comfort her or keep an eye on her. Danny didn’t know exactly how she went from Kit’s bedroom and found herself in the Henry’s bar. Her heart and body were going through a myriad of emotions she had never felt before. She never knew a person could feel numb and in great pain at the same time.

Danny didn’t know how long she had been standing there staring at the whiskey bottle. She hadn’t even noticed Chris come up behind her and fill her a glass. Danny told herself she could stop at any time and Chris echoed that belief. Soon he was the only one she felt she could depend on, the only one she believed was on her side. Chris was the only one who would support her habit and agree with anything she wanted. So when he asked her to marry hi, her obvious answer was yes. Besides he looked so much like Kit, that staring at his face was comforting. So no matter how much her family was against it, Danny was still going to go ahead with the marriage. It was the only way she could survive.

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1. Fanfiction is when someone takes either the story or characters (or both) of a certain piece of work, whether it be a novel, tv show, movie, etc, and create their own story based on it.

2. A piece of fiction within a fandom utilizing characters and situations from a pre-existing work including (but not limited to) books, television programs, films, and comic strips.


So I don’t write fan fiction, but lately I have thought about it. I have seen so many on the internet, #ArrowOlicity, #Kimxi and the rest. I have never felt the need to take an original work into a different direction or give it a different ending. I know that it annoys me when people suggest different endings to my single titles. If it is a series I do take those suggestion into consideration. For me a story ends when the characters go silent. I usually say in my bios ‘listening to the voices in my head and putting them on paper’ i mean that quite literally. When a story takes a long time to be presented to you, its because the character is stuck. I don’t force the directions of my stories.

That being said, why am I considering entering into the fan-fiction world?

I have been watching a lot of Asian shows lately to go along with my Latin obsession. I love how they tell their stories, the intimacy, vulnerability and the fact that they never try to define love or give reasons as to why love exists between two people is beautiful. The mystery of it all the not knowing, but the constant devotion to each other.

There is a Chinese novella that i cannot stop watching. ‘Shan Shan comes to eat’ or otherwise known as ‘THE BOSS AND ME’


Based off Gu Man’s very popular internet novel, the story tells of a kind hearted young girl named Xue Shan Shan (Zhao Li Ying) who works at a big conglomerate. However one of her weaknesses is eating, she loves to eat, and so upon discovering this her boss, Feng Teng (Zhang Han) decides to intentionally fatten her up; she just so happens to share the same blood type as his sister, and thus has the motive of making her the blood donor. Hence comedy ensues as she melts his heart with her exceptional appetite and her cute charm.

I watched it on YouTube, I think these days everything is on YouTube.

So as a fan, i am still thinking about it. If i decide on it, you will probably see it up on Saturday morning.


“Storytelling reveals meaning without committing the error of defining it.” –Hannah Arendt


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navy window paneOn Facebook there was a post where someone asked the question, do romance books almost always have a billionaire as the hero?’
Definition of a billionaire, a man who has his own money, own house and own car; J.O.B. Every woman is looking for a man who can provide for both her and himself. That’s the practical reason.
But I think the fantasy is what keeps the readers going back for more. Here you have your life, ordinary in everyone else’s eyes and almost perfect in yours. Here is a couple of reasons why I think the Billionaire story lines are flooding the literary world.
1. Maybe it’s because of the power they have. Running their own business and empire.
2. Dominance, and I leave it there.
3. The fancy cars, helicopter, private jets and yachts, tell me that doesn’t sound good. Plus there are the expensive gifts and the…

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Series Spotlight With Author Mo Kenyan

Originally posted on Musings of A Romance Junkie:


M.O. Kenyan is not a new author on the scene. She’s written several books in fact, and this one is a personal favorite. But, we’re here to spotlight M.O. Kenyan’s series, The New Yorker, and the latest book Once Upon A Playboy . Peep the excerpt below!



DJ had never run away from anything in his life, until this moment. He couldn’t explain it, but his heart had kicked into gear when he looked into those deep, emerald eyes. She was trouble, and DJ couldn’t afford that kind of trouble at the moment. He was here trying to find himself, not his heart. He took out his phone and called Ava. “Change of plans. Meet me at my cabin instead.”

DJ gave one backward glance and instantly regretted it. Now he knew why they said once you decide to move on never look back. Eve, that was her name…

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“Eve! He is back, your handsome American.”
Eyvette wrung the towel cloth in her hands. Nervous didn’t begin to describe how she felt each time the man came to the café. Eyvette’s reaction had always been to hide behind the counter, listen to him order, and melt in her own piece of heaven. His voice was rich and deep, and it poured over her like warmed syrup.
“Mon Dieu, Eve, if you do not go out there and stake your claim, I will.”
Eyvette watched the petite blonde as she salivated over her man. She was sure, once Sophie went out there to introduce herself, there would be no chance for her. That is why she often pulled Sophie down with her when the man entered the café.
“He ordered a coffee,” Philippe, her boss and one time boyfriend, said as he worked the cash register. “He is not going to be alone for long. I am sure one of his bimbos will be joining him soon.”
“Hate is a choice, Philippe, and jealousy is an ugly emotion.”
“I am not jealous. Eve and I parted ways on good terms. And the only thing I hate is how many women he has.”
“And if Eve plays her cards right she could be one of them.”
“Eve isn’t as loose as you.”
Eyvette wasn’t a lot of things. The main reason she had broken up with Philippe was because he called her safe, wife material. He didn’t want her to work or pursue her dream of owning her own restaurant. Eve loved food, both eating and making it. She had just completed culinary school and was working her way to owning her own little place. Everyone thought her dream was crazy, her mother too. Elizabeth was only interested in getting her daughter a rich husband. According to her mother, the only good thing about her were her exotic looks, something she could thank her black father for. Her mother’s fiery red hair and beauty also imbued Eve’s beauty with the flecks of red in her dark curly hair that brought out her green eyes.
However, Eve wanted to be more than the nice, exotic-looking homemaker. She wanted to be daring. And her first chance had just presented itself. It was a tanned man, with a body and a face to die for. Eve walked out of the café, Sophie and Philippe’s voices dogging her heels. She walked up to him and he didn’t seem to notice her at all, a reaction she had never received before. Usually men watched her from afar, and each time she would approach they would be on their feet, offering her their chair. This man was stirring his coffee, deep in thought.

“I most definitely don’t want to fall in love,” he said.
And, before she could stop herself, Eve answered, “That is sad.”
The man looked up at her and the awestruck look she was used to getting from men registered on his face. It had to be her green eyes and the russet tones in her hair, a rare sight in biracial children.
Their eyes met, and Eve felt a kick in her chest that knocked the wind from her lungs. “May I get you something else?” Her voice trembled on her lips. Eve inhaled and tried to still her nerves, which were now on hyper drive.
“Non, merci.” The man looked away from her and, instantly, Eve’s heart dropped to her belly.
It wasn’t like her to push, but Eve wouldn’t give up. “Are you sure, monsieur?”
“Yes.” The man smiled at her before looking away once more.
“All right. If you need anything, just ask for Eve.”
“Merci.” He smiled before turning back to his coffee, effectively dismissing her.
Eve walked back into the café, more confused than ever. She sat down at a booth and looked out through the glass doors, staring at the strange man. There was something between them, an electric current that seemed to transfer through their eyes. The way he looked at her…it was like a soft touch during lovemaking. Something she had no experience in. However, she knew that when she made love to a man it would be that man, and he would look at her just as adoringly as he had a few minutes ago.
“So?” Sophie asked.
“I found it.” She smiled as she ran out of breath. Her heart beat out of her chest as tears stung her eyes. “I found him.”
“My one.”

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DJ had never run away from anything in his life, until this moment. He couldn’t explain it, but his heart had kicked into gear when he looked into those deep, emerald eyes. She was trouble, and DJ couldn’t afford that kind of trouble at the moment. He was here trying to find himself, not his heart. He took out his phone and called Ava. “Change of plans. Meet me at my cabin instead.”
DJ gave one backward glance and instantly regretted it. Now he knew why they said once you decide to move on never look back. Eve, that was her name, it had to be creational. She was standing at the window, watching him with a look in her eyes that he hoped didn’t mean more than a normal crush. DJ knew how to handle girls with crushes. He gave them a kiss, a night of sex, a piece of jewelry and it was ci vediamo mai, as they said in his mother’s language. And for those who didn’t understand, see you never. However, emerald didn’t look like the type a man had fun in the sack with and waved goodbye to. Not without taking a serious blow to the heart. That was damage he couldn’t take at the moment. Falling in love was definitely not an option.
Then walk away. Stop staring at her. Don’t notice how perfectly the sun illuminates her glowing face. Look away from her thick hair that you would love to bury your fingers in as you kiss her. And, for the love of God, do not look into her enchanting emerald eyes.
“Mio Dio, don’t do this to me now.” DJ wasn’t a religious man, but when he came across a woman like Eve, it was hard not to believe in divine intervention. He put on his sunglasses and half-ran, half-walked away.
A night with Ava, followed by a binge of sex with a few willing names he had in his phone directory, and in a few days he wouldn’t remember Eve. Deciding never to go back to the coffee shop was also an added advantage. If he didn’t see the object of his…desire…no, torture, he wouldn’t think about her. Out of sight, out of mind.

DJ walked down the path that led to his beach cabin. It didn’t help that it was only a hundred yards from the café. He would have to look into moving. DJ stopped in his tracks and laughed at himself. He couldn’t believe that he was willing to go through so much to avoid an attraction… that’s what it was. Love at first sight was saved for little children and their fairy tales. This was real life. Kono knew that, so did Reno and now Rayne. He needed to focus his attention on helping his big brother with their sisters. Thinking about the love he had for two of the most important girls in his life was bound to overturn the…fascination, for want of a better word, he had with Eve.
For the moment, burying himself deep into a vivacious redhead with the talent of making a man buck in bed like a fish out of water would have to do. DJ stepped into his cottage and stripped off his shirt and jeans. He poured himself a glass of whisky and sat by the window, waiting. The moment he looked at his watch there was a knock on the door. Even though Ava regularly dropped by for sex, he never gave her a key. A key symbolized more than he was willing to give. It meant walk into…no, invade…my life when the need arises. Come snoop in my things. Put my drawers in disarray as you arrange yours. And in DJ’s bathroom there was definitely no room for two toothbrushes.
DJ opened the door and Ava greeted him with a smile and a bikini top that showed more than it should. Her bare legs peeked from under the sarong she was wearing. With one sweep of his gaze he took her all in. That was the moment he knew he was fucked, screwed, done for. Instead of pulling Ava into his arms and devouring her sexy body, he got the urge to shut the door in her face. His survival instincts kept him from doing it. Instead, he stepped back and let her walk in.
“Hallo, darling.” The sway of her hips seemed more exaggerated with each step she took. “I had to change my outfit since you changed our rendezvous place. I thought you liked the coffee there. It is morning.”
Ava swirled around and, by the frown on her face, DJ knew they were about to get into it.
“Whisky, this early in the morning? I know it is happy hour somewhere, but that somewhere is not here.” She looked down at her watch. “It’s barely ten o’clock, for Christ’s sake. I will not have an alcoholic for a beau.”
“Then it’s a good thing I am not your beau.” DJ threw back the contents of his glass and sat back in an arm chair. “Take your clothes off.”
“I see you got a head start.”
“Stop talking and start stripping.”

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