Monday, March 31, 2014

Satisfy your Primitive Need

Primitive Need
Primitive series, #2
by Alicia Sparks


Ten years ago, Logan’s life changed when the Blackhawk helicopter he was flying went down over Afghanistan. The pain immediately hit him, intensifying and running down his arm, and when he woke up, he realized he’d become part of a military experiment complete with robotic arm and superhuman strength. After leaving the military, he returned to his hometown of Bon Teche, Louisiana to live a quiet life as the town’s sheriff, but the mayor has other plans for him.

Mayor O’Connor’s only daughter, Hadley, is blessed with powers she can’t understand or control, and the old man fears for her life and his sanity. When he hires Logan to be her personal bodyguard, no one expects immediate sparks to fly between the two. Headstrong and spoiled, Hadley does not like being followed around by someone who watches her every move, and what she hates even more is the fact she can’t trust herself around Logan or the way he makes her feel.

Logan knows he can’t live without her, but convincing Hadley of that is next to impossible. With danger swirling all around them, Logan makes his feelings known, but Hadley has a secret which could destroy them both. As her secrets are revealed, she and Logan become entangled with the Maddux clan, a group of shape shifting tigers who want Hadley for their own purposes.

Deep in the Atchafalaya Basin, Logan is determined to protect Hadley and to satisfy her Primitive Need.

*Content Warning: Intended for 18+ Audience, may contain explicit details or scenes.


“You don’t want me.” His mind wandered back to the first night she’d told him that, so many years ago, the first time he’d touched her, had let himself get lost in her soft skin, so lost he almost made a mistake. 

They had been at one of her father’s political events, and he had not been there to chaperone her for a change. She’d been there with some boyfriend or another, a piece of arm candy who was likely going to law school and the son of one of her father’s cronies. But for whatever reason, she had pulled him to the side, ducking into a spare room and locking the door behind them. 

He had been stunned speechless. “What are you talking about, Hadley?” 

“You don’t want me.” She had pouted, her lips fiery red, her hair pulled up into some complicated knot, her blue dress bringing out the color of her eyes. Her breasts were pushed up and out, creamy mounds beckoning to him. There was no way any man with a pulse didn’t want her, but she was there, accusing him.

“You’ve had too much to drink.” He backed up against the sofa, realizing they must be in the study. Truth was, he’d had a couple of drinks, too, and having her this close to him, soft and demanding, was enough to make his head swim. 

“I’ve had just the right amount. Tell me why you don’t want me, Logan.” Her hips swayed beneath the silky fabric as she took a step toward him, her hands reaching out to him, running along the front of his shirt when her fingers made contact with the fabric. “Tell me why you hate me so much.” 

He’d grabbed her hands, wrapping his fingers around her wrists. “I’ve never hated you, Hadley.” 

“Then why are you avoiding me?” 
“You think I’m avoiding you? You’re here with a date in case you’ve forgotten.” 

“I’m here with George. He’s not a date. He’s one of dad’s Dad’s friends or something. I’m pretty sure he’s gay.” She twisted her hands, trying to break his hold on her, but he only squeezed tighter, hoping he wasn’t marring her skin. 

“Then why are you tormenting me with him? I see you flirting with him, dancing close to him, rubbing your body all up against him and glancing my way with every stroke. So why do you hate me, Hadley?” 

“Is that what you think this is?” She pulled away and he let her go this time. 

“It must be. But you tell me. You’re the one who brought me in here, so you tell me what game you’re playing tonight. Tell me what my part is.” 

Tapping her bottom lip with her manicured finger, she began to grin. “Do you want to play a game, Logan? I can show you all sorts of tricks.” 

“I don’t want to see your tricks.” 

“What do you want?”

“You’re the one who’s running the show, sweetheart. So tell me why you brought me in here.” 

Reaching up, she tugged at the tiny straps holding her dress up. Sliding them down to her shoulders, she grinned, her eyes on his as she slipped her arms out of the straps. The only thing holding the dress up was the curve of her breasts, and all it would take would be a tug before it pooled around her ankles. God, he wanted to see that so badly. 

“What are you doing to me, Hadley?” His cock hardened at the thought of touching her, of burying himself inside her. Swallowing hard, he stood stock still, waiting to see what she would do next. 

“I’m showing you what I’ve always wanted to show you. What you’ve always wanted to see.” 

The straps fell, the front of the dress fell. Sucking in his breath, he watched as the blue puddled onto the floor exactly how he had imagined. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but she was wearing tiny lace panties and a black lace garter belt attached to thigh high stockings, every man’s wet dream. He could make out the small thatch of hair beneath the fabric, could see the outline of her lips. His mouth went dry. 

“Do you like me, Logan?” 

He couldn’t find his voice. Reaching back, he fisted his hands around the leather of the sofa. If he reached out to touch her, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back. Already, he was being driven to the edge, wanting to take her here and now, bend her over the sofa and drive himself into her. But Hadley needed soft and sweet, didn’t she? She needed a gentle touch. 

“Well? Do you?” 

“Hadley, you know I do.” His voice caught in his throat and came out husky and low. 

“Then tell me what you want to do to me. It’s just the two of us. No one will find us in here. Tell me what you want.” 

She took two steps toward him, her black heels clicking against the wood floor, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm of her moving. God, he wanted to take those pink tips into his mouth and run his tongue along their sweetness, wanted to pull her legs onto his shoulders and bury himself between them. He clung to the sofa when she touched him, his breath knotting up in his chest. 

“Let me tell you what I want to do to you, then.” Her hands made their way to the back of his neck, and she pressed her breasts against him. The heat of her skin seeped in through the fabric of his shirt, sending a wave of want through him, causing his cock to strain painfully against his pants. 

“Hadley, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” 

“Yes. I do. I’m seducing you.” 

“Stop touching me.” There was no warning in his voice. Instead, the words sounded more like an invitation than anything else. 

“I don’t think I can. I know I don’t want to.” 

Tilting his head down to hers, using the back of his neck to guide him to her, she opened her mouth for him. As soon as he breathed her in, he knew he was lost. He’d stop if she told him to, but damn if this wasn’t exactly what he wanted. 

“What are you doing to me?” he murmured against her lips before running his tongue along them, taking her bottom lip between his teeth and nipping at it, feeling her twist in his arms and writhe against him when he did. 

“I want you to fuck me, Logan. I want you to take your cock and drive it into my body. I want to open for you and feel you come inside me.” 

“Sweetheart,” .” this This time his voice held a warning. “You don’t know what you’re asking me.” 

“Yes I do. I’m leaving soon. My father is sending me away, so you and I won’t see each other again after tonight. I want to have this memory of you.” Her hand covered his cock, rubbing along the fabric of his pants. 

She was leaving? This was the first he’d heard of it. He knew her father had mentioned her going away to school, but never imagined he’d actually send her away. The reality hit him square in the chest. She was leaving and wanted this moment with him? This wasn’t how he wanted things to be between them. 

“No.” It took him a while to find his voice, to find the courage to push her away. Holding her at arm’s length, he took in a deep breath before speaking again. “I’m not going to be your parting prize, Hadley.” 

“It’s not like that. Do you remember when I told you I’m not a virgin? I lied. I want it to be you, Logan. I’ve always wanted it to be you.” 

Those words had shattered him, and it had taken every ounce of strength he had to pull away from her, to reach down and pick up her dress. Hurt showed on her face, and she’d pressed her lips together tightly as she snatched it out of his hands.

“You’ll regret this, Logan Quinn. One day, you’ll regret this.” 

He made his way to the door and turned to face her. “I already do, sweetheart. I already do.”

Primitive Series, book 1

Primitive Fix
by Alicia Sparks
Beau Coup Publishing

Book 1 in the Primitive Series
PRIMITIVE FIX – Meet two brothers, tiger shifters, and the women who bring out the beast in them.

Part 1 - Kenyon
Sage Villalobos has been destined to marry Kenyon Maddux since the day she was born. As the second-born in her wolf clan, she came into this world owing a debt to the family of shape-shifting tigers who rule the Louisiana swamps in the Atchafalaya Basin. Kenyon is the only man she’s ever wanted, the man who sets her blood on fire, but she’s tired of being indebted to his family for something she didn’t do. She wants him to choose her because he loves her, not because he owns her. When Kenyon’s brother, Nik, is taken prisoner, Kenyon turns to Sage for help. Using her unique skills, she knows she can help him free his brother, but there will be a price. If she agrees to do this, she wants Kenyon to release her from her debt. However, the only thing Kenyon wants to do is hold on to her and never let her go.

Part 2 - Nik
After months of captivity as part of a roadside attraction, Nik Maddux is finally able to escape. Injured and at death’s door, he makes his way through the swamp only to collapse near Juliette’s home. Juliette pulls the naked man into her cabin and begins nursing him back to health, marveling at the black stripes which cover his body and the feline features of his face. She knows he’s not quite human and realizes she may have found a kindred spirit, someone whose secrets are as deadly as her own. When Nik awakes, his attraction to Juliette is instant. While she heals his body, he wants to heal her soul. But danger is lurking in the swamp, and the longer they stay together, the more likely they are to lose everything.


She looked up at him as soon as he stepped into the room, and his heart stopped. Faded blue jeans replaced her business skirt and a white tank top took the place of her button up shirt. She was sitting with her feet dangling off his bed, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling. Her hand immediately went to her throat and he could smell her arousal, could sense it from across the room. Whatever she thought about him, at this moment, she wanted him, and there was no way she could deny it.
Wordlessly, he stalked over to her, aware of the way his cock hardened beneath the towel, pretty sure she could see the evidence of what she was doing to him. When he stood over her, his legs spread, arms across his chest, she looked up at him, and he knew he could take her here and now. Could, but wouldn’t. Not yet. Not until he had driven her beyond crazy with longing for him, not until she had felt a portion of what he had felt all those years she had been gone.
“Feel better?” When the words came out, he didn’t miss the raspy tone of her voice, the way it was thick and needy, filled with the same kind of longing coursing through him.
“No. Just clean.” It only took one more step and he was standing between her legs, pushing her thighs apart to make room for his body.
“Shh. No words. I just want you to feel.”
She sucked in her breath when he reached out and pulled her flush against him, her core connecting with the towel, connecting with what was under the towel, sending a growl through his body that ended up vibrating from his lips. His hands still on her hips, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes holding her the entire way. Her tongue darted out across her bottom lip, and it took every bit of strength he had not to nip it with his teeth, show her the alpha beast he had living inside him. But he didn’t. Instead, he let the rumbling in his throat do the talking for him, the purring sound filling the room, surrounding them both.
When he felt her shiver beneath him, he knew he had her, knew she was his. She could talk about freedom and family tradition and wanting to let go all she wanted, but he knew she was his and she would never be able to walk away from what they had.
“Get off me.” Her hands were on his chest, pushing against him, but the movement wasn’t very spirited. She couldn’t have swatted a fly away with that gentle touch, but it was enough to cause his cock to jerk in reaction.
“Not until you admit that you’ve missed me.” He nuzzled against her ear with his lips, resisting the urge to take the lobe between his teeth and bite her, demand her submission. It was part of their mating ritual, of what they had always done, of how they had always been. She remembered. The way her body was calling out to him, her scent permeating his brain, he knew she remembered and wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
“If I admit it, will you go away?” Her nails grazed against his shoulder, her actions in opposition to everything she was saying. A low moan escaped her throat, followed by a gasp, as if she had stopped herself—or tried to stop herself—from reacting to him.
“You’ll never get rid of me. Even if you live to be a hundred and you disappear into the Colorado wilderness, I will always be part of you.” He nipped her ear this time and was rewarded with another gasp, another moan. “You want me, Sage. You haven’t seen me for three years and your body needs me like it needs to breathe.”


Author Info:

Bio: Alicia Sparks is a Southern girl with a flair for all things a little naughty. From writing about sensual ice cream to sexy tigers, her stories all contain a high level of heat, which she blames on her Southern surroundings and her smoking hot husband. She has been writing for ten years and shows no signs of stopping any time soon!

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Sunday, March 30, 2014

Sometimes Love goes into extra innings

Take Me Out
by Dawn Robertson

 Charlotte Windsor is a good girl, for the most part. Growing up with protective older brothers, the Boston Socialite has yet to spread her wings. When she meets tattooed bad boy, Bentley Young, she has no idea he is actually a reluctant real estate mogul.

Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks, Bentley has chosen to live a simple life - surrounded by as many beautiful women as possible. He has no intention of settling down. But one chance baseball game will change both of their lives forever. Charlotte and Bentley fall hard for one another and the sparks fly. But a storm is headed their way – ex-lovers, arson, and heartbreak.

The game of love is not always a sure thing, sometimes it goes into extra innings…


As the innings progressed and the Sox started raking in the runs, the crowd became livelier. Mr. Tattoo would turn around and flirt a little, making small talk. Sometimes he'd add his panty-wetting grin as an embellishment. He had no idea h
ow effective it really was. I wanted him. By the time the seventh inning stretch came, to say we were drunk was an understatement. In keeping with Fenway tradition, the music started and we all chimed in on cue, "SWEEEEEEEEET CAROLINNNNNEEEEE BOM BOM BOM!”
At that moment, Bentley jumped over the seats, grabbed my hands and pulled me to dance. 'Can this really be happening?' I thought. While still managing to enjoy the music and dance like idiots, I noticed that each of my friends was looking on with a measure of concern. But this moment and inside the moment, Bentley and I were perfect together. “GOOD TIMES NEVER FELT SO GOOD! SOO GOOD! SOO GOOD! SOO GOOD!”
After the short-lived dance, the tough-looking, mysterious man dropped to his knee serenading me for all to see. Though my face lit up red out of embarrassment, I had never been serenaded before and enjoyed every minute of it. The ballpark photographers all clamored over to take a picture of the scene Bentley had created on the third baseline, clicking away in hopes of selling some souvenirs.
 When the song ended, he took my hand and placed a small kiss on it, dropped it and headed towards the exit, as though he had planned his early musical exit all along. His touch completely clouded my senses. The rush he caused in me was strongly euphoric, to the extent of which I had never experienced in my entire life. I wanted to touch him back but I was too frozen in shock to go after him.
The onlookers which packed the rows around us had mixed responses to the display. Some stood with their mouths hanging open, while others whispered with their respective neighbors and some cracked jokes about my new boyfriend. The fact was they knew I never get serious about anyone. I had dated around through college, but had never taken a serious boyfriend. I wasn't planning on doing so until I was done with college in a year. I had too much riding on my last year of college, including a full-time, real world job.
I was never going to see him again and a flood of disappointment washed over me. But it didn't matter, he was gone. That realization flooded me with both disappointment and longing. This beautiful man, who had just sent such a raw desire through me, was gone. Even more than before, I felt I didn't just want his touch, but that I needed it. I was helpless against the power of my timidity and the strength of the rules which I'd given myself.
“I think I am going to head out for one last beer before the game ends.” I headed in the general direction of my new fetish. J
ake threw in his two cents. “Uh huh, like you need another beer. Good luck finding him. He’s long gone!”
 I let out a laugh and hurried away. Making my way down the tunnel my head spun back and forth in search of Bentley. After a few minutes, I gave up. On the way back from my disappointing search, I stopped for a beer. As I reached the section entry, I heard a voice behind me, “You were just going to let me walk away like that?”
My heart soared. I turned around to find my new obsession standing so close to me that I could smell him. The mixture of cologne and beer was heavenly. He took me in his arms, right there in the tunnel for anyone to see, putting his arm around my waist tightly, the other on my face softly. As he brushed his knuckles down my cheek, he leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. His lips were warm and inviting. He tasted delicious, of mint mixed with beer. I melted in his arms. The way he made me feel in that moment was so foreign. He might as well have stripped me naked and taken me against the wall with the sensations that were going through my body. The kiss was unlike anything I had felt before. After his romantic gesture he let me go and backed away repeating his question.
“Ugh... What the hell? I don't know where your mouth has been!” I stuttered out. I couldn't speak worth a shit. What the hell was wrong with me? His spell was potent, so much so that I couldn't speak. I stuttered out something incoherent. Even I have no idea what I said. He let out a little chuckle at my bitchy demeanor. I was just stuck and confused. Why in hell was I letting this guy touch me and kiss me? The only explanation was that I had officially lost my damn mind. I had tried for years to control my damn behavior and now I was ruining all my hard work by losing control in public?
"I'll take your response as a good thing," he said, grinning. As he walked away from me I was finally able to breathe again. When he put his arms around me, he'd made me feel naked. I watched him head for the entrance to our seating section, my clothing feeling suddenly constrictive.
 “I don't need a guy in my life right now anyway!” I mumbled as I walked back to my seat. As I rounded the corner there was Shay and Jake chatting it up with Bentley. They’re conspiring with the enemy! When they noticed me they pretended like they weren't doing anything wrong. There was no way I was letting Shay get away with it.
As much as I didn't want to admit to myself that Bentley had made an impression on me, he was the only thing on my mind. The game ended and Shay and I stumbled back to our apartment only a couple of blocks away. When I hit my bed I knew I had overdone it with the alcohol for the night and I was out in seconds.

About the Author

Dawn Robertson is a twenty-something indie erotic romance, and mother. She lives in sunny senior citizen packed Florida, where she wrangles her kids, and Pitbull puppy.

Dawn can normally be found swearing like a sailor, making late night drive-thru appearances, arguing with her kids (or being run over by their power wheels), reading a steamy romance while hiding in her bathroom, writing her little heart out on her laptop (or dragging her Macbook to the Genius bar praying they can save her latest work in progress), or sipping on a smoothie. She loves to hear from her fans, readers, and authors alike. Feel free to drop her a message.

Dawn rarely takes life seriously, so be sure to expect heavy sarcasm from her. She is also the life of the party, so be sure to meet up with her at one of the many author events she will be attending in the next couple months. Buy her a shot of whiskey, and she will love you for life.

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Saturday, March 29, 2014

Name the next hunky cowboy for Rough in the Saddle

Everett's Story
Rough in the Saddle #5
by Hennessee Andrews
an erotic Cowboy romance MM

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Book Blurb

 [ pearls interrupts this book blurb to say: Seriously???  Have you seen the cover to this novel?  Everett could sit by the pool and read the phone book and I would read this book.   Can't wait for the daydreams to begin.  Yowzers!!! ]
Everett Davis never expected to find his wife in bed with his best friend. Divorce gives him a second chance to be true to himself after hiding his secret desires for years. Packing up and walking away to take a farrier job at the XYZ Ranch lands him in quite a predicament.
Kyle Quinten, the ranch trainer, catches Everett’s attention. The only problem is the fact that Kyle is ten years his junior and has his sights set on winning Everett’s affection. Kyle isn’t concerned with the age difference and wants nothing more than to help heal Everett’s heart.
Fantasies were all Everett had ever experienced. When Kyle blatantly invites Everett to act on his desires, neither will ever be the same. Everett is led by his overwhelming passion for Kyle but fears the age difference between them will eventually cause problems.
Will Everett let go of his hang-ups and submit to the younger man who has fallen for him?


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“If I hadn’t made myself clear, I’ll say it so there isn’t any misunderstanding. I would like nothing better than to fuck at this point,” Kyle said as he stood up and moved toward Everett. “I’ve never been one for beating around the bush,” he continued, his eyes sparkling with intent. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of condoms and a bottle of lube, tossing them to Everett.
Everett lost his breath as he caught the condoms and the bottle. He looked at the foil-wrapped packages in his hand and then back at Kyle.
“I know this is your first time,” Kyle whispered and leaned down, pressing his lips to Everett’s. He stared into his eyes and tilted Everett’s chin up. “The mechanics are quite similar, only better.”
Everett’s control was immediately shot to hell. He jerked Kyle’s mouth to his and thrust his tongue deep into his mouth. Kyle moaned as Everett stood up, still engaging their mouths, entwining their tongues together at a heated pace. Everett had tunnel vision, racing past foreplay, wanting nothing more than to shove his cock deep into Kyle’s ass and hear him moan. He grasped Kyle’s erection through his jeans and shoved him against the hitching post. Their kissing became erratic and sloppy, each taking shaky breaths as their hands groped, touched, and pulled at each other’s clothes.
“Yeah, lose control with me, Everett,” Kyle expelled as Everett nipped his neck and jerked his buckle open.
Kyle’s plea fueled him and all he sought was joining their bodies together. He shoved Kyle’s jeans down and squeezed his thick cock. Kyle moaned, kissing him with urgency as he unhooked Everett’s belt and quickly unbuttoned his jeans.
“I need it,” Kyle said with a shaky breath and held Everett’s face close.
Their eyes connected and everything went to static. Everett nipped Kyle’s lip and fumbled with the condom still in his hand.
“Wrap it and fuck me,” Kyle said with a growl as he unfastened Everett’s jeans.
Blood pulsed into Everett’s cock, making it hard like steel. He admired Kyle’s prick in his hand while his jeans slowly eased down his thighs. Kyle was indeed on a mission and foreplay wasn’t included.
“Mmm, lookie here,” Kyle whispered and teased Everett’s cock with his rough hand. “Nice and big. I can’t wait.”
Everett’s hands shook as he tore open a condom. It had been years since he used one, decades even.
“Let me.” Kyle coaxed and took control. He stared into Everett’s eyes, placed soft kisses to his lips as he slowly rolled the tight latex down his shaft.
Everett groaned and prayed for any semblance of control. Kyle chuckled and kissed his neck while he pushed Everett’s coat off his shoulders. He ran his fingers through Kyle’s dark hair and pulled his face up until they were staring at each other. They let out raspy breaths and Everett’s body shook uncontrollably. He couldn’t wait any longer.
“Let it all out,” Kyle spoke against Everett’s lips. “Don’t hold back what you’ve bottled up. Take control.”
“Damn.” Everett growled and spun Kyle around. He shoved him against the hitching post with his body and nipped the side of Kyle’s neck. “You have no idea.”
Kyle rubbed his ass over Everett’s hard prick. “Show me.”
Everett grabbed the lubricant and coated his throbbing cock. Kyle watched him, peering over his shoulder, and spread his legs further apart. He looked so damn hot with his jeans around his ankles, cute round ass inviting him while he held the post in wait. Everett squirted a generous amount of lube between Kyle’s cheeks and trembled when he grasped his ass and spread him open. He admired his puckered hole and swiped his thumb over it. Kyle groaned and pushed into Everett’s hand, begging for more stimulation.
“Ah, hell yes,” Kyle said with a moan as Everett slowly pushed his thumb into his bud.
Slickened fingers probed and teased, earning Everett a low rumble of enthusiasm from Kyle. Tight muscles flexed then relaxed around his thumb. He eased in and out, enjoying the soft moans he elicited.
“Kiss me,” Everett softly demanded at Kyle’s ear.
Their bodies moved in slow rhythm as their tongues swirled together. Everett held Kyle around the chest and shoulder with his left hand and fingered his rosebud with the right. Kyle moaned as his pace increased, turning from gentle to rough, thrusting his thumb in and out while rubbing over his prostate.
“Everett, oh, god, yes,” Kyle said between quickening breaths.
“I have to have you, now,” Everett stated and grasped his cock in his hand. He shook as his shaft slipped between Kyle’s cheeks, missing his target. “Damn.” He growled and tried again. Nervousness and the overwhelming urge to fuck were making him a fumbling mess.
And then he was there, slowly sinking inside of Kyle. Everett closed his eyes as the tight muscles wrapped firmly around him.
Kyle hissed and reached back to stop him from entering any further. “Easy, you’re big,” he rasped out and wiggled his hips. “So damn big,” he continued with a loud groan.
Everett stilled and squeezed his eyes shut. The urge to blow hovered close, too close. He rimmed Kyle’s puckered hole with his thumb and eased out a little.
“That’s it. Yeah, work it a little.”
With each small stroke Everett sank a little deeper each time. He couldn’t help but watch his cock disappear into Kyle’s tight ass. The sight only furthered his desire and caused his balls to draw up. He gritted his teeth together trying to stave off what was coming and gripped Kyle’s hips.
“Oh, hell yes,” Kyle moaned loudly when Everett sank all the way in.
“Get ready, boy, I can’t take anymore.”
[Thud... pearls hits the ground dreaming about all that muscle]
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  About the Author:  

Hennessee Andrews

I finally found a personal passion and it only took thirty-seven years--not too shabby. Outside of writing, working, being a mom and wife. I love genealogy and have researched extensively over the years. History is fascinating to me as well as mythology and ancient religions. I'm a firm believer in karma and that everyone has a special talent. Sometimes they ignore it while others embrace it. As for me, well, I'm embracing mine and learning something new every step of the way.

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What to name Cowboy #6?
Nominated Names :
Dallas, Avery, Austin, Shane,
Trevor, Pace, Brent, or Xavier?