Amber is away meeting readers at the Romantic Times Convention in Dallas Texas. Here is the link if you want more information.

Rhea rolled off the bed in one direction, Perin rolled the other a fraction before bullet slammed into the mattress. Rhea crouched on the floor behind the bed. What had just happened? Daring to peek over the bed revealed a short woman with a big gun standing in the doorway. Who the hell are you? Okay, you can have him.

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I just got back from the Harlequin Ball and my feet ache from dancing but I had so much fun. Up on the big screen with titles like. My wife is here with me.

Writers are given the gift of being able to create new worlds. The smell of damp cement reached him before the first drop of rain snaked its way to land on his check, then neck. Fuck, he whispered, looking up, the drops coming out of the darkness of the sky visible only when they hit the beams from the streetlight. Soon tiny rivers of glitter slid down his arms and chest. Stepping out from the alcove he glanced toward the club.