Excerpt 2 A Slower Lower Leap and the GIVEAWAY!

“What’s wrong?” Logan asked, polishing off his second chicken leg.

“I’m not as hungry as I thought I was. And I have a touch of a headache.” Lizzy stood and picked up her plate. “Would you mind keeping an eye on Colby for just two seconds while I go get some Tylenol? I left my purse in the car.”

“Sure. He’s not a problem at all.” He furrowed his brow as if he knew she wasn’t telling the whole truth.

The entire truth it might not be, but her head did throb as a result of not drinking enough that day coupled with an immense amount of stress. It wasn’t unusual for her to have headaches three or four times a week.

“Thanks, I’ll just be a minute.”

She tossed her plate in the nearest trash can, regretful of the food she’d wasted, and made her way to her vehicle rubbing her temples on the way. After digging in her bag for several minutes then opting to dump the entire contents on the seat in search of the bottle of pain reliever she knew had to be in there somewhere, Lizzy found what she was looking for. She popped the lid, tossed a couple of capsules in her palm, and reached for her cup which she’d put on the roof of the car. When she didn’t find it, she stood all the way up and spinning around she nearly jumped out of her skin.

“Jesus Christ,” she squeaked and grabbed the base of her throat. “Do you always sneak up on people like that? And where’s Colby?” Looking around Logan’s shoulder, she discovered her son was nowhere in sight.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He handed her the cup she’d been looking for. “And Colby’s with Mom. He’s safe. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt that little guy. I wanted to talk to you, away from all those little rows of corn.”

“About what?” Lizzy popped the capsules in her mouth and chased them with a healthy swallow of tea.

“You must be joking. About what? About whatever it is I feel when I’m within spitting distance of you. And you just admitted you feel it, too.” Slowly inching toward her, Logan backed her into the door frame until she had nowhere left to go.

“Feeling things and doing something about those things are two different things,” she said, her heart rattling in her chest as her eyes landed on his lips.

 

“Oh, believe me, woman, I’m aware of the difference.” With his blue eyes blazing, he curled one hand around her nape and descended on her mouth before she could protest.

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Excerpt 1 from A Slower, Lower Leap and the GIVEAWAY!

“What about his daddy?” Logan hooked his thumbs in his front pockets and watched Colby darting along the grass with the other kids. As far as he could tell he had no more idea he was different than the man in the moon and neither did the other kids.

“No one knows who he is. He’s completely uninvolved. Although I’ve always had a pretty good idea,” Bryce said just as Cait came over with Riley cradled in his sling across her middle.

“And just what are you two doing?” she asked, with one hand fisted at her hip and the other hand supporting Riley.

“Watching the kids. What are you doing?” Bryce leaned in and kissed Riley’s cheek. Logan’s heart twisted when Bryce smiled and ran his fingertips gently over the peach fuzz on top of the boy’s head.

“Liar,” Cait said flatly. She reached out with the hand she’d had at her hip and grabbed Logan by the collar pulling him nearly nose to nose with her. “You listen and listen well. If you hurt Lizzy you’ll have me and half dozen other women to deal with. And none of us feel very chipper as of late. You got me?”

Logan and Bryce turned their heads in tandem to see Deidre and their three sisters lined up, all as pregnant as could be and hormonal attitude stamped all over their faces. And lo and damn behold, Nana and their mother flanked them.

“Tell Cait what you’ve learned, baby brother,” Bryce said, smiling and waving to the women.

“I’ve learned this isn’t about getting someone to the altar as fast as I can get old Eldon to marry us. That theory may have been concocted in haste. It’s about putting someone above yourself until you draw your last breath,” Logan said. He poured his beer on the ground and shoved the empty cup into Bryce’s hand. “I reckon I need to make sure that little fella likes me before I go asking his mama out to dinner. If he don’t like me what’s the point? Seems to me he don’t need any more disruptions in his life than he’s already got and be damned if I throw him off kilter or hinder forward progress by just being the greedy bastard that likes tits.”

 

With that Logan gave the female line-up a mock salute and ambled off toward the kids. If there was one thing he could say for himself, he’d spent enough time at the kiddy table over the years he at least knew how to talk to them.

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Hey everyone I'm back, talking all day again about A Slower, Lower Leap, book 3 in the Slower Lower series which just released from Rebel Ink Press. Today I'll share a couple of excerpts and be explaining just exactly what slower, lower really means...For now here's the skinny on Logan's and Lizzy's story and a chance to win some signed paperbacks!

Lila Munro

When you're the last man standing...

Not only was Logan Delaney the last of his siblings to remain unmarried and unsettled, his entire family believed he'd never find a wife. The baby of eight, he's been dubbed an irresponsible player and told he'll never amount to a hill of beans. And at one time, Logan may have been okay with those descriptions, but no more. On a quest to prove his worth, he's spent the entire summer learning the family business, staying in at night, and saving his money. And if his family would stop meddling in his affairs and trying to dictate who he should and shouldn't be seeing, he might just show them he's found the one, Lizzy Jenkins.

And have a bad reputation to blame...

Elizabeth Jenkins had always known Logan Delaney existed, but he'd never so much as turned one glance her way until she handed him his butt on a silver platter in three sentences or less over the phone. After that it seemed at every turn there he was and the more she resisted the heat building between them, the bigger the fire got. Until his family interfered. And why wouldn't they? Between Logan's legacy and her baggage, they were a disaster in the making.

Can you be trusted with a fragile heart?

But Logan doesn't run when he finds out about Colby. In fact, he embraces Lizzy's special needs son and defies the advice of everyone urging him to leave Lizzy alone. But after one moment of weakness, Logan finds himself knee deep in a marriage complete with the little boy whose father bailed before his birth and Lizzy's grandfather, who needs constant care as well. Then there's the man who just might be the demise of it all.

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Women's Fiction

 

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Who'da thunk it? But that's the story that wanted to be written and who am I to refuse. Yep, I wrote a story with no science fiction or paranormal leanings. And I liked it.

This one has more than a little of me in it. I did have to clean out the family home when my parents were gone. Fortunately for me, I have the world's best family, a sister and brother-in-law to shoulder more than half the burden (they live closer) and help make all of the decisions, and I married the handyman a long time ago, but the story was there. Maybe it will be a wake-up call for those of us with hoarder instincts or at least a cautionary tale for our parents.

In any case, I hope it reminds us all of us to share what's important. We found so many things that we didn't know about and it was too late to ask. We didn't know who was in some of the pictures, or who gave us that vase or who made those decorations.  They had always been there and we'd never thought to ask. Next time you get together with family, take the time to ask those questions, have someone tell stories (they can't all be embarrassing) and even if they are, you already lived through them.  And then, because we're writers - write them down, store them somewhere, use the ideas later if you want to. Everything can be an inspiration. Use it.

Excerpt -

Ashley trailed him up the stairs, obviously torn between eagerness and fear. Matt reached for the doorknob but stopped at the last minute and stepped back. She looked at him questioningly.
"It's your princess room, or will be, you should open it."
Okay, now fear definitely grew as the top emotion. He could feel it coming off her in waves, but he stood by as she squared her shoulders and opened the door.
Well, she'd been right about using the place as an attic. Dust and cobwebs were everywhere. But the piles of stuff caught even him off guard.
"Man, you called it." He stepped into the room and brushed some of the webs aside. He moved cautiously toward the window and moved the curtain. It shredded in his hands. "Damn, I'm sorry."
"No problem. Not my style anyway."
He only nodded and levered the window open, then moved to the next one. Once all four of the windows creating the bay were wide open he turned back. "Do you want me to haul this stuff downstairs or go through it here?"
"Here. But I think we're going to need another box of trash bags."
"Yeah, you think? I'll go get them and a broom. Will you be okay?"
She nodded. He headed for the door, but her hand brushed his arm. "Thank you."
He winked at her and kept moving. Jesus, what had she gone through?
Returning he brought the broom, trash bags, wet wipes, rags and a stool for her to sit. This would take a while, maybe a lifetime.
He tied a rag around the broom and used it to bring down the webs around the ceiling. No need to sweep yet, and no room.
Ashley pulled open the closest box. The cardboard had dried out and the tape no longer stuck, so it wasn't hard. "Jesus."
"What?"
"These are my grandparents canceled checks."
"From when?"
"1947 on this one."
"19 . . . " His voice trailed off. She was serious. She held one up for him to see. "Do you need a shredder?"
"This bank went out of business before I was born. Do you think there's anything that would bite me in this box?"
"I don’t think so, but give me a minute." He took the broom handle and shoved the stacks of checks around. "It's all checks. I swear, I never . . ."
"This can go to the curb, if we can get it downstairs without the box ripping."
"Let's put it in a bag anyway. You don't want checks floating around town."
"No, you're right." She shook her head and helped him shove the box into the bag. He tied it tightly and headed for the stairs.
"Wait for me." He turned before he started down the stairs.
"I can—"
"Wait anyway."

The Identity Series, A Recap...

In case you were wondering…

About the first four Identity books. In truth, the Identity series was never initially planned to be a series. The first book, Identity Crisis, was in fact originally a stand-alone novelette. I never really imagined it going any further than that and had no plans for furthering that line of thinking. But while editing Identity Crisis, a new character started telling her story and True Identity, book two, was born and thus a series began. I thought I’d share the first four books today in case you’re unsure of the order or in case you’d like to get caught up on the stories before November 17 when Assumed Calling comes out. Although they are all stand-alone reading on their own, the first two books being completely independent of the rest of the series, beginning with book three Assumed Identity, the characters begin to meld and reappear in subsequent installments. Please enjoy and if you’re so inclined, whether you have read them or are reading them or read them prior to book five coming out, I do so appreciate reader feedback at Amazon. Your reviews would be most welcome. J

Identity Crisis, Series Book 1
Published By: Rebel Ink Press LLC
Published: Mar 07, 2011
ISBN # RIP0001024
Word Count: 21,700
Heat Index 5 Flames

Someone once said you never truly know a person,

Chad Dearborn was raised with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was given everything a person could want and more, country clubs were his daycares and Paris and London his playgrounds. Heir to Dearborn Inc., Chad stands to inherit a veritable fortune. But the problem is his parents want to gift him the perfect wife to go with it. A woman in the form of a molded, plastic, jet set dolly. Certainly not Chad’s idea of an ideal mate. He wants a woman that can hold her own, in and out of the bedroom. Who knew he’d find her in one of Portland’s hottest leather clubs? Chad was fascinated by what went on there, but something just wouldn’t let him cross that line.

until you sleep with them.

Country clubs? Europe? The closest Tori Myers ever came to those things were the covers of magazines. With an absent father, a less than attentive mother and nowhere to go, Tori finds herself drawn to an alternative lifestyle at the tender age of eighteen. Vertigo is a treasure chest of Dom’s willing to give her anything she wants. But when Chad Dearborn walks through the door, Tori figures out sometimes what your heart wants isn’t necessarily what your body is willing to compromise to have.

Or do you?

The thing that just wouldn’t let Chad cross the line with his sexuality has come home to roost. And as a result, he's faced with a huge decision. Accept who he is and what he wants. Or continue to fight the biggest identity crisis of his life.

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True Identity, Series Book 2
Published By: Rebel Ink Press LLC
Published: Jun 07, 2011
ISBN # RIP0001029
Word Count: 41,000
Heat Index 5 Flames

You have to leave the city of your comfort…

Jillian Stewart was as straight laced as they came. Or was she? After one man tearing her down to her very foundation, she’s set out on a path of self-discovery. Pursuing a Master’s degree in sociology, Jill’s determined to wrap her mind around the complexities of the BDSM world. Getting into a good doctorate program won’t be easy so she’s pulling out all the stops. After disregarding her professor’s warning against subjecting herself to the lifestyle, Jill finds she’s drawn to her tutor. But this isn’t her world. Is it?

and go into the wilderness of your intuition…

A career Marine Corps officer, Stephan Sachelles has always chosen to keep his lifestyle choices to himself. He avoids the underground house parties on the base to frequent a club miles from home in an effort to protect his privacy. Steph’s been a Master at Steele Image for years and he's enjoyed the company of many of the subs there with no intention of ever settling on just one. How would he make that work…it wasn’t like he could convert his base house into the dungeon of his dreams. Then Jill walks through the door. Steph’s intuition tells him there’s wild abandon inside her fighting for a chance at life. In the depths of her eyes, far behind the over analysis of everything she encounters, Steph sees the heart of a true submissive. But the resistance Jill puts up is driving Steph crazy. While she’s a good student, she just won't let go. Fighting his own internal battle, Steph finds he wants nothing more than to be the only Master to help her find her true identity. 

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Assumed Identity, Series Book 3
Published By: Rebel Ink Press LLC
Published: Jan 16, 2012
ISBN # RIP000308

Word Count: 77,192
Heat Index Five Flames

Innocent childhood games of dress-up and pretend…

Julie Stevens is as straight as they come. Or so she tries to convince herself. But it isn’t easy believing that little white lie when she has the two most sexually eccentric best friends on the planet. One is a bi-sexual Domme who believes if it looks fun, try it. The other is a gay man in the role of slave to his very sexy Master whom Julie often wishes wasn’t gay. Dante’s commanding presence makes her want to do things that set her on fire with need and embarrassment. Given her boring vanilla life, how exactly does she fit into their world? Would they like to have a shinier third wheel?

Are a completely different animal for grownups…

After one wild evening and a bit too much liquid encouragement, Julie discovers a side of herself she’s always tried to ignore. The realization she’s a sub not only scares her, it excites her and she yearns for more. But the process of finding the right man to teach her becomes a real issue, until Mason comes along. He’s everything Julie imagines a Dom should be. Armed with her masque and Renaissance costume, Julie is thrown for a loop when the handsome Master draws more willingness out of her than she ever thought possible. Is it possible she’s more than a submissive? And will the assumptions he’s made about her identity end up tearing them apart?

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Assumed Identity, Series Book 4
Published By: Rebel Ink Press LLC
Published: May 3, 2012
Five Flames

We may be born to the lifestyle,

Julie Stevens and Dante Larson always knew their tastes were a bit more eccentric than those of the average person, but acknowledgement of their chosen paths came at different times. While their lives have run parallel for the last twenty years, destiny always came knocking at the wrong time. Julie was a closeted edge player and before Dante could pull her free of her fears, Mason came along and dragged her kicking and screaming from her self-inflicted darkness, leaving Dante wanting. Although Dante’s been in love with Julie since the day he first laid eyes on her, he's happily married to Blake. But the tides are turning.

But Lady Fate dictates how it should be lived…

Still mourning the death of the only Master she’s ever known, Julie finds herself forced to live with the one man she’s been terrified of for years, Dante. While she has to admit something between them feels right, just as many things feel very, very wrong, starting with the fact he’s married to her gay best friend. Before she even has time to sort out her current predicament, another man catches Julie's attention. But after losing her mother, her sister, and her husband, can Julie come to grips with the fact that Keegan McKettrick jumps out of perfectly good helicopters for a living, rescue diving for the Coast Guard? And where exactly does that leave Dante, who knows for sure he needs a woman to complete his unconventional marriage? Quite frankly, he's tired of waiting.

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Happy reading!

Lila Munro 

Excerpt from Assumed Calling, Book Five, Identity Series...

Please enjoy a snippet from Assumed Calling… 

Glancing at the clock on the mantle in his study and wondering if sleep was in the cards for him at all, Allen sank into the welcome comfort of the leather love seat opposite the couch where Kyle had taken up residence, sipping on a Cognac.

“You look like you could use one,” Kyle said, holding up his glass then setting it on the table between them and standing to go to the liquor cabinet. “Where did you happen to come across this vintage?”

“It was a gift,” Allen answered, sinking further into his seat and accepting the glass Kyle offered.

“You can’t keep letting Mason’s death dictate what you do with the rest of your life.” Kyle retook his seat and resumed possession of his drink. “Life being the key word.”

“When the hell did we wake up old men?” Allen asked, slipping off his shoes and propping his feet on the cocktail table. “All this…” He waved the hand holding the glass around and his eyes roamed his study. “The houses, the money, the cars. None of it means shit in the end, does it? We get creaky, we turn gray, and we fucking die. And if fate really hates us, we leave behind some beautiful creature heartbroken and alone.”

“She is beautiful,” Kyle agreed, one corner of his mouth quirking. “I looked in on her. Cute as a button and so very…innocent looking. You'd better snatch her up and play with her before someone else does.”

“Playing with her is exactly what it would be.” He wiggled his toes a few times, wishing he’d at least found someone to rub his damn feet for him before he pitched a bitch and sent them all packing. Was a foot rub so much to ask for in the scheme of things? “She needs more than I’m capable of giving her. I saw it in her eyes. I have a feeling she’s been neglected and tossed to the side more than once and me stringing her along to let her go at some point would be just plain cruel.”

“More than you’re capable of or more than you’re willing to give? Is she agreeable to a temporary arrangement?”

Allen rolled his eyes and drained his tumbler, wishing the warmth it spread across his palate and sent through his veins would find its way to his soul, that part of him which had been icing over for a while now.

“You didn’t even bother asking her, did you?” Kyle accused, his eyes narrowing. “You’re not afraid of your mortality. You’re afraid of yourself. Afraid you might actually be able to care for someone.”

“I’ve cared for plenty of someones,” Allen said.

“But never loved anyone.”

“No.”

Thanks for having a read,

Lila Munro