<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458</id><updated>2012-01-26T14:19:29.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diva Bookshelf</title><subtitle type='html'>come on in and browse the shelves for great books by fabulous authors</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-3099574269271339857</id><published>2008-01-16T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:15:52.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Make a Bet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPggoY518I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/563f10KYMJQ/s1600-h/Large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117180452825323458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPggoY518I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/563f10KYMJQ/s320/Large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna Make a Bet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.stacydawn.com/"&gt;Stacy Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When aspiring artist and purposefully single Sophie Montgomery mutters those four fateful words, her sexy neighbor, Jay Coltrane, pounces on the opportunity to prove she’s not as immune to him as she thinks. Before she knows it, Sophie finds herself not only betting against a seduction, she’s betting against her own ability to keep her dreams intact and a certain luscious landscaper out of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose PRINT ISBN 1-60154-107-4 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=16&amp;amp;zenid=26ee9e0dac423a064ef4cc7b3b2d8486"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt; and in print from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wanna-Make-Bet-Stacy-Dawn/dp/1601541074/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1200517863&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Amazon.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-3099574269271339857?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3099574269271339857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3099574269271339857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/10/wanna-make-bet-wait-for-print-link.html' title='Wanna Make a Bet?'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPggoY518I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/563f10KYMJQ/s72-c/Large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-8825004907149302052</id><published>2008-01-09T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T07:31:18.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Cravings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPeeIY516I/AAAAAAAAAoA/puO-hY5YWOA/s1600-h/pregnancy_cravings_wrp421_680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117178210852394914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPeeIY516I/AAAAAAAAAoA/puO-hY5YWOA/s320/pregnancy_cravings_wrp421_680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pregnancy Cravings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.mariannearkins.com/"&gt;Marianne Arkins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patrice would do anything for her pregnant friend, Cathy, even if "anything" includes running to the convenience store on a daily basis to indulge her cravings. On one of her excursions, Patrice meets Joey Sousa, the cashier at the store. Their attraction is undeniable, but awkward: he thinks she's pregnant, she thinks he's dating someone else. Will the misunderstandings keep them apart, or will their chance meeting give birth to happy ever after? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=530&amp;amp;zenid=5f5cce92faeb4081775a0a37a586e594"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-8825004907149302052?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/8825004907149302052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/8825004907149302052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2008/01/pregnancy-cravings.html' title='Pregnancy Cravings'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPeeIY516I/AAAAAAAAAoA/puO-hY5YWOA/s72-c/pregnancy_cravings_wrp421_680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-3623621412567143265</id><published>2008-01-09T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T07:28:05.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Seaside Enchantment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPcZYY515I/AAAAAAAAAn4/249FqyZkCGY/s1600-h/seaside%2520enchantment_wrp423_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117175930224760722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPcZYY515I/AAAAAAAAAn4/249FqyZkCGY/s320/seaside%2520enchantment_wrp423_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Seaside Enchantment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Sara Freeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being seriously wounded in the line of duty, Justin has retreated from the world by renting an isolated cottage along the English coastline. The next thing he knows, he's plunged into a time-travel adventure as he meets the trapped spirit of a lovely nineteenth century lady, Julia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Julia explains, she's been awaiting her champion. All he has to do to free her from her entrapment as a spirit is to perform a spell, travel 200 years into the past, find the villain who first worked the spell, and then vanquish the fellow. Easy, right? Justin suspects not, but he's prepared to take on the world, in whatever time period, to fight for his new love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=566&amp;amp;zenid=76640b4535300a7d200de3f630a124cb"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-3623621412567143265?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3623621412567143265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3623621412567143265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2008/01/seaside-enchantment.html' title='A Seaside Enchantment'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPcZYY515I/AAAAAAAAAn4/249FqyZkCGY/s72-c/seaside%2520enchantment_wrp423_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-6776171208301698616</id><published>2008-01-01T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:09:57.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Calvary Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPZvYY513I/AAAAAAAAAno/XWN70t6ZDTA/s1600-h/TheCavalryWife_wrp296_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117173009646999410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPZvYY513I/AAAAAAAAAno/XWN70t6ZDTA/s320/TheCavalryWife_wrp296_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Calvary Wife &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Donna Dalton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;night of too much whiskey, a wrongly-numbered hotel door, and an angry guardian force dedicated cavalry captain Chase Brooks into marrying, despite his vow never to endure another loveless marriage. He reluctantly agrees to take his new wife with him to his remote outpost, convinced the pampered girl won't last two weeks in the harsh conditions of the southwest and will beg to be sent back east. The one thing he didn't count on was his burning desire for his unwanted wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie Grant embraces the opportunity to start a new life far from the controlling hands of her guardians. Enduring the rough environment of the Indian Territories, she transforms from a timid flower into the poised, self-reliant woman she's always dreamed of being. As her gratitude towards the captain turns to love, she resolves to break through her husband's formidable reserve and uncover the passionate, loving nature he tries to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-6776171208301698616?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6776171208301698616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6776171208301698616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2008/01/calvary-wife.html' title='The Calvary Wife'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPZvYY513I/AAAAAAAAAno/XWN70t6ZDTA/s72-c/TheCavalryWife_wrp296_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-477679580174605336</id><published>2008-01-01T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:08:33.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cindra and the Bounty Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPacIY514I/AAAAAAAAAnw/ejWM_8cqWis/s1600-h/Cindra.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117173778446145410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPacIY514I/AAAAAAAAAnw/ejWM_8cqWis/s320/Cindra.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cindra and the Bounty Hunter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Paige Tyler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful Cindra Mallory is determined to become an interplanetary bounty hunter and has set her sights high for her first job. She tracks a major organized-crime figure halfway across the galaxy, only to run out of both leads and money. Facing the possibility of going home empty handed, she decides to enlist the services of more experienced bounty hunter Bladen Sloan. Unwilling to share the glory – or the bounty – with the ruggedly handsome Bladen, however, Cindra fabricates a convoluted story that has her posing as a jilted bride-to-be, with her bounty as the fiancé she needs Bladen to track down. But when Bladen discovers she has no money to pay him, he agrees to do the job only in return for some extremely special compensation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before she knows it, Cindra finds herself signing a contract that has her agreeing to provide ten sexual favors to Bladen in return for his services. How difficult can it be? she thinks. After all, the man certainly isn’t hard to look at. And besides, she can always skip out on the deal the moment they find her fugitive. However, things get complicated when she discovers that Bladen believes in spankings plus she not only enjoys being Bladen’s sex toy, but is starting to fall for him as well. But is there a way to tell Bladen the truth, get her bounty, and still keep the man she’s falling in love with? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available from &lt;a href="http://www.romanticspankings.com/cgi-bin/quikstore.cgi?search=yes&amp;amp;exact_match=on&amp;amp;detail=true&amp;amp;product=pt01"&gt;Romantic Spankings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-477679580174605336?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/477679580174605336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/477679580174605336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2008/01/cindra-and-bounty-hunter.html' title='Cindra and the Bounty Hunter'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPacIY514I/AAAAAAAAAnw/ejWM_8cqWis/s72-c/Cindra.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-6387670038060756617</id><published>2007-11-25T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T06:18:00.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Things I'd do for a Cowboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPfDYY517I/AAAAAAAAAoI/f2znSpBplvk/s1600-h/10%2520things_for%2520a%2520cowboy_wrp351_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117178850802522034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPfDYY517I/AAAAAAAAAoI/f2znSpBplvk/s320/10%2520things_for%2520a%2520cowboy_wrp351_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ten Things I'd Do for a Cowboy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;by Donna Michaels&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Journalist, Amanda Lang, wishes she’d never written the article, “Ten Things I’d Do for a Cowboy”. Thanks to her, cowboy Rafe Buchanan lost his marriage, his bank account and nearly his ranch because it had been her husband his wife ran away with. Now, two years and a divorce later, Amanda is back on Buchanan soil to write another article, film a documentary and deliver a face-to-face apology. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rafe Buchanan wants the woman gone. The Buchanan Wild Mustang and Burro Transition Ranch is his life and, after almost losing it once, he isn’t about to allow another disaster. But when he sets out to make the beauty voluntarily leave, his tactics take an unexpected turn. Could there be more than wild horses in transition on his ranch? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Available Now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=548&amp;amp;zenid=26ee9e0dac423a064ef4cc7b3b2d8486"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-6387670038060756617?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6387670038060756617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6387670038060756617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/11/ten-things-id-do-for-cowboy.html' title='Ten Things I&apos;d do for a Cowboy'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPfDYY517I/AAAAAAAAAoI/f2znSpBplvk/s72-c/10%2520things_for%2520a%2520cowboy_wrp351_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-845168014331750507</id><published>2007-11-25T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T06:20:35.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Double</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPYhYY511I/AAAAAAAAAnY/pYTRuiAIliE/s1600-h/SeeingDouble_wrp381_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117171669617203026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPYhYY511I/AAAAAAAAAnY/pYTRuiAIliE/s320/SeeingDouble_wrp381_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing Double&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.johannamelaragno.bravehost.com/"&gt;Johanna Melaragno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie Holland escaped the cold of Florida for some much needed rest and relaxation. With the help of a beautiful brooch, she meets sexy Dan English. Will their encounter lead to the perfect romance…or just a summer fling? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=480&amp;amp;zenid=b5bd6e7de5e9d040798592215fe15ec2"&gt;The Wild rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-845168014331750507?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/845168014331750507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/845168014331750507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/11/seeing-double.html' title='Seeing Double'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPYhYY511I/AAAAAAAAAnY/pYTRuiAIliE/s72-c/SeeingDouble_wrp381_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-4551839475872749168</id><published>2007-10-10T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:28:09.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spirit Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPYCoY510I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ufWb3nOAkKo/s1600-h/The_Spirit_Within_150x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117171141336225602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPYCoY510I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ufWb3nOAkKo/s320/The_Spirit_Within_150x225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Spirit Within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.darnitromance.com/shonnabrannon"&gt;Shanna Brannon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alyssa Carrington's spirit must search out the man who tried to kill her before her body’s taken off life support and she moves on to the other side.Sam Carson’s a detective whose sister was murdered the night Alyssa was attacked. When he hears a voice claiming to be the spirit of Alyssa, he thinks he’s going crazy. Can he go against the rules and track down his sister’s killer and get Alyssa back in her body or will his feelings for her spirit get in the way and send her to the other side, making him lose his chance with her forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/spiritwithin.htm"&gt;Cobblestone Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-4551839475872749168?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4551839475872749168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4551839475872749168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/10/spirit-within.html' title='The Spirit Within'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPYCoY510I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ufWb3nOAkKo/s72-c/The_Spirit_Within_150x225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-1604257839796964195</id><published>2007-10-10T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:23:16.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwritten Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPWBoY51zI/AAAAAAAAAnI/uIfR8zgCsu4/s1600-h/UnwrittenRomance_wrp329_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117168925133100850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPWBoY51zI/AAAAAAAAAnI/uIfR8zgCsu4/s320/UnwrittenRomance_wrp329_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unwritten Romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.jennabayleyburke.com/"&gt;Jenna Bayley-Burke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Given a second chance at life, Mindy Thomas swallows her fear and decides to tell her boss how she feels about him. Except Jared Salazar misunderstands, thinking she's after a promotion. Mindy uses the interview to ensure Jared understands she wants him, not the position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available from the &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/"&gt;Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-1604257839796964195?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1604257839796964195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1604257839796964195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/10/unwritten-romance.html' title='Unwritten Romance'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPWBoY51zI/AAAAAAAAAnI/uIfR8zgCsu4/s72-c/UnwrittenRomance_wrp329_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-8066125246395353042</id><published>2007-10-03T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T10:45:51.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lords of the Abyss: The Mighty Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPVGoY51yI/AAAAAAAAAnA/c098rE-CutY/s1600-h/mighty16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117167911520818978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPVGoY51yI/AAAAAAAAAnA/c098rE-CutY/s320/mighty16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Mighty Hunter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.michellepillow.com/"&gt;Michelle M. Pillow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scientist Bridget Dutton has no time for traditional love. Her heart belongs to her work. Even though taking chemical readings of ocean water isn’t her thing, she’s willing to put in her time for her chance at exploring the Abyss. When her boat is attacked from below, Bridget’s dream just might come true sooner than planned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caderyn the Hunter, the sexiest--and perhaps craziest--man she’s ever laid eyes on may have rescued her from death, but who’s going to rescue her from him? With a deliciously hot body and all the right moves, the man is a walking seduction that’s too hard to resist. There’s only one problem. Caderyn claims they’re in the Abyss, living on a cursed island along the deep ocean floor. And, if that wasn’t bad enough, he says he’s a merman.&lt;br /&gt;Sparks fly. Desires heat. But can Caderyn convince the logical Bridget there’s room for more than one love in her heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purchase the book &lt;a href="http://www.michellepillow.com/mighty.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-8066125246395353042?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/8066125246395353042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/8066125246395353042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/10/lords-of-abyss-mighty-hunter.html' title='Lords of the Abyss: The Mighty Hunter'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPVGoY51yI/AAAAAAAAAnA/c098rE-CutY/s72-c/mighty16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-5439583532103254925</id><published>2007-10-03T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T10:34:54.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beneath a Midnight Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPShYY51xI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ELwX5rR6dP8/s1600-h/BeneathMidnightSea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117165072547436306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPShYY51xI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ELwX5rR6dP8/s320/BeneathMidnightSea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shifting Tides:Beneath A Midnight Sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://cassandracurtis.com/"&gt;Cassandra Curtis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-032-9 (Electronic) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terri Fletcher knows how to flirt, how to meet men...just not how to keepone. She gets talked into attending a workshop on how to find Mr. Right.But when she comes home that evening, the last thing she expects is tofind him wet and naked, passed out behind her house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Destin MacCodrum, a shapeshifter, survives a strange storm at sea, and ashark attack, only to wash ashore far from his intended destination. Muchhas changed since his last visit to the world of the land-dwellers.Including his resistance to the lusty charms of their women, namely hisbeautiful rescuer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unable to change back into his aquatic form without his seal skin cap,Destin suspects Terri may have hidden it to keep him with her, just as allthe legends say. Together they must learn trust, while another plots insecret to destroy Destin's world beneath the midnight sea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genres: Fantasy / Shapeshifter / Witchcraft / Magic / Romantic Comedy /Suspense / ThrillerHeat Level: 2Length: Extended Amber Kiss (13k words) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where to Buy Shifting Tides: Beneath A Midnight Sea:&lt;a href="http://www.amberquill.com/AmberHeat/BeneathMidnightSea.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.amberquill.com/AmberHeat/BeneathMidnightSea.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-5439583532103254925?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5439583532103254925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5439583532103254925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/10/beneath-midnight-sea.html' title='Beneath a Midnight Sea'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RwPShYY51xI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ELwX5rR6dP8/s72-c/BeneathMidnightSea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-2851530135989772778</id><published>2007-09-15T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:36:22.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Horse Rider</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RuwXkh-HwQI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/lyi5LBJe87Y/s1600-h/IronHorseRidercover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110485593520324866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RuwXkh-HwQI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/lyi5LBJe87Y/s320/IronHorseRidercover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iron Horse Rider&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Adelle Lauden &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After losing his wife in a terrible motorcycle accident, Shane flees from everything and everyone that reminds him of Kelly. He discovers solace in a summer Micmac camp, and with the aid of Chief Gray Owl and the beautiful Tia, Shane's heart begins to heal.&lt;br /&gt;However, even paradise can turn chaotic. To save Tia from a man she fears, Shane is sent on a quest. Throughout his journey, he learns that sometimes friendship comes from the most unusual circumstances, that love never dies, and anything's possible when you’re riding in the wind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from Wild Child Publishing.  Click &lt;a href="http://adellelaudan.com/IronHorseRider.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for more info and purchase links!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-2851530135989772778?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2851530135989772778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2851530135989772778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/09/iron-horse-rider.html' title='Iron Horse Rider'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RuwXkh-HwQI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/lyi5LBJe87Y/s72-c/IronHorseRidercover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-3743352168114540932</id><published>2007-09-01T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:45:11.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart of the Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtlUeXXwnvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/-hu2YBCaDHI/s1600-h/HeartoftheStorm_150x225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105204533247647474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtlUeXXwnvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/-hu2YBCaDHI/s320/HeartoftheStorm_150x225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heart of the Storm&lt;br /&gt;by Jennifer McKenzie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eight years ago, Charlene Henderson had tragically lost her brother, a crab fisherman, to the depths of the Bering Sea. She’d left her home, her family, and the only man she’d ever truly loved and run to California to forget. Forget the pain, forget her love, and leave Alaska and fishermen completely behind her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately Alaska isn’t as ready to leave Charlene alone. Some new information on her brother’s death has surfaced, and Charlene must return to Dutch Harbor and discover the truth about what had really happened to her brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ethan Shannon has never forgotten Charlie Henderson, but eight years changes a person, and she’s not Charlie anymore – she’s Charlene, a stuck-up city girl with no love for the sea. Despite his distaste for her new lifestyle, he can’t help the feelings he still has for her, and his desire to find out what happened to her brother – his best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace for Charlene can only come by discovering the truth. But will she be able to face the evidence she finds, both about her brother and her relationship with Ethan? Or will the answers lead her back into the heart of the storm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=216"&gt;BUY IT HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-3743352168114540932?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3743352168114540932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3743352168114540932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/09/heart-of-storm.html' title='Heart of the Storm'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtlUeXXwnvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/-hu2YBCaDHI/s72-c/HeartoftheStorm_150x225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-6030685928220344012</id><published>2007-07-30T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T07:52:01.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rq36q_p49SI/AAAAAAAAAhI/6vaRZREymfY/s1600-h/MilesFromYou_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093002370174481698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rq36q_p49SI/AAAAAAAAAhI/6vaRZREymfY/s320/MilesFromYou_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miles From You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.mariannearkins.com/"&gt;Marianne Narkis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1948, and thirty-four year-old diner owner Millie Townsend is well on the shelf. Millie's fallen hard for regular customer, Paul Whittier, a veteran of World War II and a civil engineer. When she discovers he's accepted a new job out of state and it's their last evening together, how can this ultra-shy spinster find the nerve to show she's interested in more than just friendship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://secured.thewildrosepress.com/catalog/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;products_id=420&amp;amp;zenid=bdd85c56679b92acb1d9bb92396af316"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-6030685928220344012?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6030685928220344012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6030685928220344012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/07/miles-from-you-by-marianne-narkis-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rq36q_p49SI/AAAAAAAAAhI/6vaRZREymfY/s72-c/MilesFromYou_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-1477783486278856126</id><published>2007-07-30T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T07:45:37.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spicing Up Her Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rq35Rfp49RI/AAAAAAAAAhA/zaTXX5nBIAs/s1600-h/SpicingUpHerMarriage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093000832576189714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rq35Rfp49RI/AAAAAAAAAhA/zaTXX5nBIAs/s320/SpicingUpHerMarriage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spicing Up Her Marriage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Paige Tyler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison Holloway wants to spice up her marriage, so she asks her friend for a little advice, and is shocked when the other girl mentions that spanking might be just the thing. How could spanking be fun? she wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After witnessing her friend getting a spanking however, Madison is so intrigued that she decides she wants to try it herself. Now there’s just one problem. How is she going to get her husband, Trent, to spank her? There has to be a better way than coming out and asking for one, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now from&lt;a href="http://www.romanticspankings.com/cgi-bin/quikstore.cgi?search=yes&amp;detail=yes&amp;amp;product=cas60&amp;category=&amp;amp;keywords=&amp;hits_seen=&amp;amp;page=search.html&amp;and=1&amp;amp;affiliate_id="&gt; Romantic Spankings &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-1477783486278856126?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1477783486278856126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1477783486278856126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/07/spicing-up-her-marriage.html' title='Spicing Up Her Marriage'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rq35Rfp49RI/AAAAAAAAAhA/zaTXX5nBIAs/s72-c/SpicingUpHerMarriage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-573311410178910024</id><published>2007-07-30T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T07:37:22.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rq33c_p49QI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ZoXJi_TDPv4/s1600-h/FindingPassionJPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092998831121429762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rq33c_p49QI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ZoXJi_TDPv4/s320/FindingPassionJPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finding Passion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.pamelatyner.com/"&gt;Pamela Tyner &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nathan Collins is stunned when he’s served with divorce papers...almost as stunned as he’d been three weeks prior when his wife had suddenly asked him to move out of the house. At the time, Susan had proposed a thirty-day separation followed by marriage counseling. Nathan intends to hold her to that agreement. He moves from stunned to pissed when Susan attempts to use blackmail as a means to obtain his signature on the papers. Damned if he’ll be blackmailed into anything, especially when he’s innocent of the accusations. He’d never cheat on his wife. When an unexpected storm and a flooded road strand them together for the weekend, neither suspects that it will lead to a discovery of secret desires and fantasy fulfillment. But will their renewed passion be enough to revive their fledgling marriage? Despite Nathan’s vehement denial, Susan has some pretty convincing evidence of his extramarital activities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.scarletpublishing.com/whispers/book_pages/finding_passion.html"&gt;Whispers Publishing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-573311410178910024?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/573311410178910024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/573311410178910024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/07/finding-passion.html' title='Finding Passion'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rq33c_p49QI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ZoXJi_TDPv4/s72-c/FindingPassionJPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-2453471558083460910</id><published>2007-07-21T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T08:46:55.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disco Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RqN7jvp481I/AAAAAAAAAdg/NWnPp6Rl_00/s1600-h/discoangel_wrp376_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090047857876595538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RqN7jvp481I/AAAAAAAAAdg/NWnPp6Rl_00/s320/discoangel_wrp376_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disco Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by Stacy Dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bobby Hues has his eye on the Disco Angel jiving around Electric Nights Roller Disco. But what would Miss Spring Break 1976 and the foxiest chick he’d ever laid eyes on want with a lowly grease monkey like himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Benton’s heart started racing the minute she rolled her broken down ride into Bobby’s garage. When he gets a gig working at her favorite hang out, she thinks she has it made—but the quiet hunk still isn’t talking. A little push on her part starts the wheels rolling—in the wrong direction. Now she has to figure out how to lose the wrong guy, and convince the right one she digs him enough to be his Disco Angel, forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=16"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-2453471558083460910?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2453471558083460910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2453471558083460910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/07/disco-angel.html' title='Disco Angel'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RqN7jvp481I/AAAAAAAAAdg/NWnPp6Rl_00/s72-c/discoangel_wrp376_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-6453205952285722581</id><published>2007-07-20T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T08:40:35.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love of My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RqN6CPp480I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Lu1UBtt8oqE/s1600-h/LoveOfMyHeart_wrp313_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090046182839350082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RqN6CPp480I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Lu1UBtt8oqE/s320/LoveOfMyHeart_wrp313_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love of My Heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.bessmcbride.com/"&gt;Bess McBride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aggie has done what no mental health therapist should do. She's fallen in love with her mysterious client, Bill. Aggie has recently purchased an old Victorian house on a hillside overlooking Commencement Bay in Tacoma, Washington; where she finds an old photograph of a Victorian era couple and a love letter written in 1885. The letter speaks of another love that can never be'that of Louise, the daughter of a wealthy English family, and her Irish lover, William. Heartbroken, Aggie soon begins to dream of the forbidden love between Louise and William, but in her dreams, William's face mirrors that of her beloved, Bill.Bill is in love with Aggie, and he can't figure out how to get close to her. If only he hadn't entered her professional doors as a client. How is he going to fix this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=470"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-6453205952285722581?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6453205952285722581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6453205952285722581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-of-my-heart.html' title='Love of My Heart'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RqN6CPp480I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Lu1UBtt8oqE/s72-c/LoveOfMyHeart_wrp313_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-2950071529277037889</id><published>2007-07-20T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T08:52:49.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Silent Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RqN9Mvp482I/AAAAAAAAAdo/1NkDXxPJ5JU/s1600-h/OnSilentWings_wrp288_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090049661762859874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RqN9Mvp482I/AAAAAAAAAdo/1NkDXxPJ5JU/s320/OnSilentWings_wrp288_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Silent Wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.pamelaroller.com/"&gt;Pamela Roller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His is a heart of iron... Embittered lord Alexander Fletcher must shelter a penniless mute in his ancestral home, Drayton castle. Although he makes no pretense that he resents the intrusion, the woman stirs his heart into an unwelcome gallop. He wants only to be alone and not to love another woman who, like his wife, might grow to hate him so much that she will take her own life. and she is slowly melting it... Lord Drayton's detachment only adds to Katherine Seymour's distress of losing her voice. But after he gives her a searing kiss just before he introduces the husband he's chosen for her - and whom she promptly refuses - she discovers his horrid secret. but someone is watching. Only Agnes Cooke knows how Alex's insane wife died, and she will not hesitate to kill again in order to be the next Lady Drayton. Watching Alex go out of his way to help Katherine regain her voice, however, is more than she can take. This plan will require more than just laudanum and mercury.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available Now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=408"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-2950071529277037889?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2950071529277037889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2950071529277037889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-silent-wings.html' title='On Silent Wings'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RqN9Mvp482I/AAAAAAAAAdo/1NkDXxPJ5JU/s72-c/OnSilentWings_wrp288_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-2140263260020559435</id><published>2007-07-11T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T07:11:01.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VISIONS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://lisalogan.net/"&gt;Lisa Logan &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RpTkjyxg6XI/AAAAAAAAAdA/bHqqm8Lhol0/s1600-h/visionscovertiny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085941182784137586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RpTkjyxg6XI/AAAAAAAAAdA/bHqqm8Lhol0/s320/visionscovertiny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actor Trenton Dane is researching his next role when he bumps into a beautiful stranger...and suddenly develops psychic powers. Glory Windsor is a psychic intent on losing her "gift"–and the traumatic consequences her abilities have caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his enchanting benefactor disappears before he can so much as learn her name, Trenton must come to grips with his growing new power, and launch a search for the sultry woman who haunts his dreams. Will he succeed in time to fulfill steamy premonitions of a passionate encounter–and to save Glory and her child from certain danger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Visions-Lisa-Logan/dp/1933157151/sr=8-1/qid=1170188494/ref=sr_1_1/002-1355450-9318469?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-2140263260020559435?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2140263260020559435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2140263260020559435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/07/visions.html' title='Visions'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RpTkjyxg6XI/AAAAAAAAAdA/bHqqm8Lhol0/s72-c/visionscovertiny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-6523388564721464785</id><published>2007-07-11T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T07:05:01.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasured</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RpTjRixg6WI/AAAAAAAAAc4/-EhA0q_JTMw/s1600-h/Treasured_wrp292_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085939769739897186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RpTjRixg6WI/AAAAAAAAAc4/-EhA0q_JTMw/s320/Treasured_wrp292_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Treasured&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.jennabayleyburke.com/"&gt;Jenna Bayley-Burke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marianne Phillips lost so much in the Civil War – her brother, father, mother. the family plantation, and with it her way of life. Even with so much ripped from her, her pride and self-respect remain firmly in tact. When a man who claims to have admired her from afar proposed marriage, can Marianne trust his intentions, or will her pride get in the way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available Now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=87"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-6523388564721464785?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6523388564721464785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6523388564721464785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/07/treasured.html' title='Treasured'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RpTjRixg6WI/AAAAAAAAAc4/-EhA0q_JTMw/s72-c/Treasured_wrp292_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-1517025116015350553</id><published>2007-06-25T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T10:39:43.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harm's Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rn_9qdKBvCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/AaRo3k3N0hc/s1600-h/CorrectedpictureforHarmsWay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080057810520226850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rn_9qdKBvCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/AaRo3k3N0hc/s320/CorrectedpictureforHarmsWay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harm's Way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Sandra Ferguson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Architect, Victoria Donavan learned the hard way to believe in concrete and steel and leave matters of the heart in the dust. After climbing from the ruins of a disastrous marriage to her murdered undercover DEA husband, she builds a life following one rule: never trust another man who loves danger. Victoria’s carefully constructed world tumbles down when her private photos are publicly paraded across the Internet, her home is maliciously invaded, and she’s almost kidnapped. One man can promise her safety, but can Victoria survive a close encounter with the truly dangerous Alex Harmon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security specialist, Alex Harmon exists by staying one step in front of the bad guys and keeping his clients alive. Living with the demons of a botched body-guarding assignment, he’s sworn to never handle another female client. Four years long, Alex’s personal vow holds true until his phone rings with a marker from the past being called due. Like facing a loaded double-aught shotgun, both barrels mean disaster. He can welch on the debt, or keep Victoria Donavan’s exceedingly good-looking backside out of danger. And Alex Harmon never welches on a debt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-1517025116015350553?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1517025116015350553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1517025116015350553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/06/harms-way.html' title='Harm&apos;s Way'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rn_9qdKBvCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/AaRo3k3N0hc/s72-c/CorrectedpictureforHarmsWay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-8851190296745569199</id><published>2007-06-25T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T10:33:02.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rn_8HdKBvBI/AAAAAAAAAco/yWMN4RbFhXk/s1600-h/currentbookcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080056109713177618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rn_8HdKBvBI/AAAAAAAAAco/yWMN4RbFhXk/s320/currentbookcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Candy Kisses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/kissastarling"&gt;Kissa Starling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candy Kisses is an erotic version of the much loved Little Red Riding Hood story. In this version Red is stopped, not by the big bad wolf, but by several sexually frustrated vixens. Each stop leads to a different aspect of sexual play that intensifies as she tries to reach grandma’s house. How far will Red go with these vixens? Which one will she like best? And why in the world did her mother entrust her with these potent candy kisses? Relax and sit back with a tall glass of tea while you’re reading this one. You’ll need it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.twilightfantasies.com/"&gt;Twighlight Publishing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-8851190296745569199?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/8851190296745569199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/8851190296745569199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/06/candy-kisses.html' title='Candy Kisses'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rn_8HdKBvBI/AAAAAAAAAco/yWMN4RbFhXk/s72-c/currentbookcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-2969941754460578015</id><published>2007-06-06T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:45:35.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compulsion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RmbyYNKBu4I/AAAAAAAAAbg/WwS7gkoKA_0/s1600-h/Compulsion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073008527941942146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RmbyYNKBu4I/AAAAAAAAAbg/WwS7gkoKA_0/s320/Compulsion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compulsion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://cassandracurtis.com"&gt;Cassandra Curtis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-003-9 (Electronic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsay Dannon has a dirty little secret. While she hides behind her plainand proper image at work, a wanton woman with a rich fantasy life lurksbeneath the surface. The thrill of sex in public places, and the risk ofexposure, is a compulsive itch she knows only one man can scratch—herboss, Jack Randolph.The company's "no tolerance" policy on interoffice dating is the onlything stopping her. Good thing Jack created the rules, because he'sdetermined to make all of Lindsay's sexual fantasies come true...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genres: Contemporary / Exhibitionism / Public PlacesHeat Level: 2Length: Extended Amber Kiss (11k words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.amberquill.com/AmberHeat/Compulsion.html"&gt;Amber Quill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-2969941754460578015?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2969941754460578015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2969941754460578015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/06/compulsion.html' title='Compulsion'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RmbyYNKBu4I/AAAAAAAAAbg/WwS7gkoKA_0/s72-c/Compulsion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-4585853276929290568</id><published>2007-06-06T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:34:20.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bootlegger's Bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rmbv6dKBu3I/AAAAAAAAAbY/_pcGVwrJ34g/s1600-h/BootleggersBride_wrp263_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073005817817578354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rmbv6dKBu3I/AAAAAAAAAbY/_pcGVwrJ34g/s320/BootleggersBride_wrp263_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bootlegger's Bride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.martykindall.com"&gt;Marty Kindall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buckle your seat-belt. Grace McAfee Currie is on a mission--to make up for lost time, and lost love. Hoping to escape her controlling family and rekindle a romance all at the same time, she sets in motion a chain of events that spiral out of her control. WWI veteran Aidan Palmer is jolted back into life when he reconnects with Grace, the one woman he can’t resist. In order to be together, this socialite and would-be preacher must outwit her ambitious brother, out-maneuver competing bootleggers, and drive into an uncertain sunset in an exciting new world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from the &lt;a href="http://secured.thewildrosepress.com/catalog/index.php?"&gt;Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-4585853276929290568?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4585853276929290568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4585853276929290568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/06/bootleggers-bride.html' title='Bootlegger&apos;s Bride'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rmbv6dKBu3I/AAAAAAAAAbY/_pcGVwrJ34g/s72-c/BootleggersBride_wrp263_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-284872380209289423</id><published>2007-06-04T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T06:33:53.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Wild Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RmQUoXcoT7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dhREg3UwKpo/s1600-h/onewildweekweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072201764047441842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RmQUoXcoT7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dhREg3UwKpo/s320/onewildweekweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Wild Weekend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://tsueversteeg.com/index.html"&gt;T. Sue Versteeg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melissa Tanner has spent her adult life in search of Mr. Right. After committing herself to a weekend of banking seminars, with her biggest concern being how to stay awake through them, she literally runs into her next prospect at the airport. Can the boring weekend be saved and turned into a wild ride with Mr. Right? Or will he just end up being another Mr. Right-Now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.freyasbower.com/content/view/191/1/"&gt;Freya's Bower&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-284872380209289423?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/284872380209289423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/284872380209289423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-wild-weekend.html' title='One Wild Weekend'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RmQUoXcoT7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dhREg3UwKpo/s72-c/onewildweekweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-4044074925417634227</id><published>2007-06-04T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T06:23:16.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinning Wildly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RmQR43coT6I/AAAAAAAAAbI/pLmr002Wcx0/s1600-h/SpinningWildly_wrp281_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072198748980400034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RmQR43coT6I/AAAAAAAAAbI/pLmr002Wcx0/s320/SpinningWildly_wrp281_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spinning Wildly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/ellefredrix/"&gt;Elle Fredrix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Although Megan Dempsey hates amusement parks, she hates disappointing her 12-year old son even more. So when his plans with a friend fall through, he ropes her into going along. Things go downhill from there. First, an incident with a mustard-oozing hotdog paints her breast golden. Then running into—literally—Mitchell Carter, a man who has stirred her emotions for more than year, mortifies her even more. When their paths repeatedly cross, she recognizes interest in Mitch’s gaze. Megan’s day is about to get a whole lot better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-4044074925417634227?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4044074925417634227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4044074925417634227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/06/spinning-wildly.html' title='Spinning Wildly'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RmQR43coT6I/AAAAAAAAAbI/pLmr002Wcx0/s72-c/SpinningWildly_wrp281_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-1665117196679863051</id><published>2007-05-31T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:15:05.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maiden and the Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rl8QkncoT4I/AAAAAAAAAa4/xWPEdcnSGsw/s1600-h/maiden6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070789926692867970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rl8QkncoT4I/AAAAAAAAAa4/xWPEdcnSGsw/s320/maiden6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maiden and the Monster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Michelle Pillow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vladamir of Kessen, Duke of Lakeshire Castle, is feared as a demon in the land of Wessex. The Kings have granted him a title of nobility in exchange for his part as a political prisoner. Discontent, he bides his time in his new home until war will once again rip through the land. But boredom soon turns to devious pleasure as the daughter of his most hated enemy is left for dead at his castle gate. Now the monster bides his time plotting revenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady Eden of Hawks' Nest doesn't know what to think of the man who saved her life, but she can't wrench her thoughts away. His words are those of a tyrant, true to his vicious reputation, but his touch is that of a man, stirring passion and lust when there should only be fear. It would seem the infamous monster is not as monstrous as he appears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Excerpts, Reviews, Purchase: &lt;a href="http://www.michellepillow.com/maiden_and_the_monster.htm"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-1665117196679863051?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1665117196679863051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1665117196679863051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/05/maiden-and-monster.html' title='Maiden and the Monster'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rl8QkncoT4I/AAAAAAAAAa4/xWPEdcnSGsw/s72-c/maiden6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-7409313830192905235</id><published>2007-05-29T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T05:41:01.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ambassador's Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RlwfRXcoT3I/AAAAAAAAAaw/0c0pJYOy-dE/s1600-h/TheAmbassador_sDaughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069961663724670834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RlwfRXcoT3I/AAAAAAAAAaw/0c0pJYOy-dE/s320/TheAmbassador_sDaughter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Ambassador's Daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by Paige Tyler &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparks fly in this sci-fi spanking romance when an interplanetary ambassador’s spoiled, impetuous daughter, Inarii Kal’yle, finally meets her match in the form of her new, no-nonsense bodyguard, the handsome Rand Barany. An expert in the field of personal protection, Rand has a reputation for getting the job done, and has no patience for his charge’s blatant disregard for the rules.Threats abound around the beautiful socialite, but are they from her father’s enemies or the obsessed stalker who has unknowingly been tracking her? Rand doesn’t know or care; his job is to keep her safe. But how can he do that when she takes a perverse sort of pleasure in slipping away from him every chance she gets? Finally, he has no choice but to do what he’s wanted to do since their first meeting – he drags her over his knee and spanks her. Outraged, she runs to her father, thinking that he will dismiss her brute of a bodyguard. But her father surprises her by siding with Rand, telling her that it’s no more than she deserves. Then, as if that weren’t enough, he practically gives Rand permission to spank her whenever the man sees fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the threats becomes all too real and they’re on the run for their lives, Inarii has no choice but to depend on Rand. Even then, her nature won’t allow her to follow his orders, and he’s forced to spank her repeatedly - for her own good, according to him. And though she may fight Rand every step of the way, it doesn’t keep her from falling for the big brute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.romanticspankings.com/cgi-bin/quikstore.cgi?search=yes&amp;detail=yes&amp;amp;amp;product=bw82&amp;category=&amp;amp;keywords=&amp;hits_seen=&amp;amp;page=search.html&amp;and=1&amp;amp;affiliate_id="&gt;Romantic Spankings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-7409313830192905235?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/7409313830192905235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/7409313830192905235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/05/ambassadors-daughter.html' title='The Ambassador&apos;s Daughter'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RlwfRXcoT3I/AAAAAAAAAaw/0c0pJYOy-dE/s72-c/TheAmbassador_sDaughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-1856409514059622670</id><published>2007-05-29T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T05:30:29.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RlwccXcoT2I/AAAAAAAAAao/hvyxga52X28/s1600-h/TRIPLEXsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069958554168348514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RlwccXcoT2I/AAAAAAAAAao/hvyxga52X28/s320/TRIPLEXsmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Triple X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://ameliajune.net"&gt;Amelia June&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After losing her mother to The Reaper, the last thing Abby Conner wants to do is worry about her job. But when infertility rates begin to rise, she is forced to wonder--did the avian flu do something to our DNA? Late hours in the lab with her closest friend Jordan lead to a relationship she never expected. Especially when Jordan introduces her to Edan, his friend and polyamory activist. Together, the three of them combat an oppressive government and a medical mystery to create hope and love in the midst of fear. But can Abby fight her own fears and learn to love two men?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.extasybooks.com/mm5/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;Store_Code=EB&amp;amp;Product_Code=438"&gt;Extasy Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-1856409514059622670?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1856409514059622670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1856409514059622670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/05/triple-x.html' title='Triple X'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RlwccXcoT2I/AAAAAAAAAao/hvyxga52X28/s72-c/TRIPLEXsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-438341252720662031</id><published>2007-05-24T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T05:42:23.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempered Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RlWIAXcoTyI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7yKvJ-EvEY4/s1600-h/Tempered-Dreams.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068106495550836514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RlWIAXcoTyI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7yKvJ-EvEY4/s320/Tempered-Dreams.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RijXaHq-OZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/NOr7eebmfiM/s1600-h/tf-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tempered Dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.pamelathibodeaux.com"&gt;Pamela S. Thibodeaux&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Scott Hensley (introduced in Tempered Hearts) has a built wall around his heart since the death of his wife and parents. Katrina Simmons is recovering from scars inflicted on her as a battered wife. Can dreams be renewed and faith strengthened? Can they find joy and peace in God’s love and in love for one another? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://amazon.com/Tempered-Fire-Pamela-S-Thibodeaux/dp/193386608X/ref=pd_ys_qtk_rvi_title/002-0265118-0193658?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;pf_rd_r=08PCZMAAKH9ZP7C96RX5&amp;pf_rd_t=1501&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=186412001&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=home"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-438341252720662031?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/438341252720662031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/438341252720662031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/05/tempered-dreams.html' title='Tempered Dreams'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RlWIAXcoTyI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7yKvJ-EvEY4/s72-c/Tempered-Dreams.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-3162073987859429403</id><published>2007-05-24T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T05:32:46.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RlWFZncoTxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/W8OnfRRYq4E/s1600-h/HisGirlCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068103630807650066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RlWFZncoTxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/W8OnfRRYq4E/s320/HisGirlCover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;His Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://fantasticdreams.50megs.com/"&gt;Sapphire Phelan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Girl was more than just a song for Evan McPhail and Aimee Saunders; it was the music of their love and passion for each other. For nothing could tear them apart, nor even death.&lt;br /&gt;Then Aimee vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She returns to Evan thirty years later, no longer human. To the tempo of their passion, they prove that doesn’t matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available from &lt;a href="http://www.twilightfantasies.com"&gt;Twilight Fantasies Publications &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-3162073987859429403?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3162073987859429403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3162073987859429403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/05/his-girl.html' title='His Girl'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RlWFZncoTxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/W8OnfRRYq4E/s72-c/HisGirlCover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-7142118102428530354</id><published>2007-05-08T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T05:14:25.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Earl's Enchantment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RkBpkqtqmKI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/20MWRx5WA-c/s1600-h/TheEarlsEnchantment_wrp271_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062162059826469026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RkBpkqtqmKI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/20MWRx5WA-c/s320/TheEarlsEnchantment_wrp271_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Earl's Enchantment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.sarafreeze.com"&gt;Sara Freeze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, what’s a sweet American girl like Caitlin doing in England, working in a castle/bookstore and communicating with a grumpy ghost? When the story opens, Adrian’s still figuring that out himself. In 1806, he very unwillingly found himself transformed into a ghost by an angry ex-lover who also happened to be a very powerful witch. He’s been trapped in Holworth Castle for the past two centuries, observing with horror the evolving fashions, hair styles, and conduct of the modern man (and woman).Then Caitlin walks into the bookshop, and Adrian’s world changes. Caitlin, too, feels an intense connection, and she and Adrian are willing to risk anything to bring their worlds together. By the end of this journey, Caitlin and Adrian will have traveled through time, battled a dark and dangerous force, and found themselves well and truly enchanted by each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://secured.thewildrosepress.com/catalog/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;products_id=409&amp;amp;zenid=6aaafadb04dc14e01b9f32dc14c8f781"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-7142118102428530354?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/7142118102428530354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/7142118102428530354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/05/earls-enchantment.html' title='The Earl&apos;s Enchantment'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RkBpkqtqmKI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/20MWRx5WA-c/s72-c/TheEarlsEnchantment_wrp271_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-8163278814497385400</id><published>2007-05-08T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T05:10:30.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RkBob6tqmJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/gCfENjAu3lE/s1600-h/Found_wrp256_120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062160809990985874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RkBob6tqmJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/gCfENjAu3lE/s320/Found_wrp256_120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Found&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.jennabayley-burke.com"&gt;Jenna Bayley-Burke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving home after a girls night out, Eden’s realized she no longer needs to look for love. Love is right there, sleeping in her bed. But does he feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-8163278814497385400?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/8163278814497385400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/8163278814497385400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/05/found.html' title='Found'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RkBob6tqmJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/gCfENjAu3lE/s72-c/Found_wrp256_120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-2439613003765114393</id><published>2007-04-30T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:11:59.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samantha and the Detective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RjXeZatql9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/odLde8NR1Nc/s1600-h/SamanthaandtheDetective.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059194284669573074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RjXeZatql9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/odLde8NR1Nc/s320/SamanthaandtheDetective.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Samantha and the Detective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com"&gt;Paige Tyler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective Hayden Tanner can't stand reporters, especially when they interfere with a police investigation. So why is he so drawn to saucy journalist Samantha Halliwell when she does nothing but interfere with his current investigation of a college student's murder? And why does Samantha continue to provoke him when he's already made good on his promise and put her over his knee her a good, sound spanking when she gets in his way? Perhaps because despite her dislike for authority figures, she finds the handsome detective's willingness to take her in hand surprisingly sexy. But in spite of his repeated warnings and over the knee spankings, Samantha continues to investigate the murder heedless of the danger, putting not only her future with Hayden in jeopardy, but her very life as well, as the killer closes in on her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.romanticspankings.com/cgi-bin/quikstore.cgi?search=yes&amp;detail=yes&amp;amp;amp;amp;product=bw67&amp;category=&amp;amp;keywords=&amp;hits_seen=&amp;amp;page=search.html&amp;and=1&amp;amp;affiliate_id="&gt;Romantic Spankings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-2439613003765114393?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2439613003765114393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2439613003765114393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/04/samantha-and-detective.html' title='Samantha and the Detective'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RjXeZatql9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/odLde8NR1Nc/s72-c/SamanthaandtheDetective.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-8619829079623830169</id><published>2007-04-30T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T05:05:12.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irish Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RjXbZqtql8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/OXqFqMU7OGs/s1600-h/IrishDestiny_wrp176_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059190990429657026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RjXbZqtql8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/OXqFqMU7OGs/s320/IrishDestiny_wrp176_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irish Destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.donnadalton.net"&gt;Donna Dalton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1871 Irish South Boston comes to life in this engaging story of love and revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt-ridden, Irish barrister, Ian O'Farrell, wants to regain his honor and his father's respect - two things stolen from Ian when he failed to protect his younger brother from treachery. To do that, he sets aside his goal of fighting for Irish interests in the courts of London and travels to Boston to find the man responsible for his brother's death. There, he meets Brianna Cavanaugh, and suddenly a chance for a fulfilling future jeopardizes his mission and the redemption of his father's favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brianna Cavanaugh arrived in America, nursing heartache after the brutal slaying of her fiancé. Now in Boston, a town leagues away from the violence and anguish she left behind in London, she only wants to put the past behind her. Then, Ian O'Farrell walks into the church soup kitchen, turning her peaceful life upside down as she fights to hold her emotions in check or risk being burned again by love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://secured.thewildrosepress.com/catalog/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;products_id=403&amp;amp;zenid=62c68cc2e72f05ee4bd90bb309114e6a"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-8619829079623830169?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/8619829079623830169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/8619829079623830169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/04/irish-destiny.html' title='Irish Destiny'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RjXbZqtql8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/OXqFqMU7OGs/s72-c/IrishDestiny_wrp176_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-4285355673689120490</id><published>2007-04-20T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T08:12:02.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempered Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RijXaHq-OZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/NOr7eebmfiM/s1600-h/tf-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055527425459239314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RijXaHq-OZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/NOr7eebmfiM/s320/tf-cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tempered Fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.pamelathibodeaux.com"&gt;Pamela S. Thibodeaux&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amber Harris is a good girl on the brink of womanhood. Stanley Morrison is a young man at the start of his life. For each other, they’ve always felt the fireworks that two people in love should feel. But the questions about his past, his pride and Amber’s father might be the end of what could be a strong relationship. As the two try to protect their budding romance some unlikely but powerful forces conspire to keep them apart. Will they survive the wishes of everyone around them with their relationship intact?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://amazon.com/Tempered-Fire-Pamela-S-Thibodeaux/dp/193386608X/ref=pd_ys_qtk_rvi_title/002-0265118-0193658?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=08PCZMAAKH9ZP7C96RX5&amp;pf_rd_t=1501&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=186412001&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=home"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-4285355673689120490?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4285355673689120490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4285355673689120490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/04/tempered-fire.html' title='Tempered Fire'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RijXaHq-OZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/NOr7eebmfiM/s72-c/tf-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-1622696023001472066</id><published>2007-04-19T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T05:19:12.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a Name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rif32Xq-OYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/crtORnH-VXE/s1600-h/what.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055281620185921922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rif32Xq-OYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/crtORnH-VXE/s320/what.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's in a Name?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.terryodell.com"&gt;Terry Odell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelli Carpenter has changed her identity, found a new career and thinks she’s safe, but she still keeps plenty of distance between herself and everyone else. Someday, she fears, someone will connect her to Casey Wallace and a crime that would put her in prison for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When handsome stranger Blake Windsor shows up purporting to be a handyman at the wilderness job site where Kelli is working, her instincts tell her to send him away, but Blake has her boss’s approval and without him, the project won’t be completed on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake, a successful corporate executive, does his boss a favor and begrudgingly returns to the blue-collar construction lifestyle he vowed to leave behind. The woman he meets bears little resemblance to the woman he’s supposed to find, but something about her mystifies him, and he’s willing to continue his deception to learn more about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone comes after Kelli she runs—but she takes Blake with her. She is convinced Blake knows something that will link her to her violent past. Saving themselves turns into saving each other as they discover who is really after them and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.cerridwenpress.com/index.asp"&gt;Cerridwen Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-1622696023001472066?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1622696023001472066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1622696023001472066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a Name?'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rif32Xq-OYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/crtORnH-VXE/s72-c/what.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-3582020624020489920</id><published>2007-04-17T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T05:57:13.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Nick of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RiTECE6kAiI/AAAAAAAAAXM/CfBTPIv-vjs/s1600-h/nick.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054380221774692898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RiTECE6kAiI/AAAAAAAAAXM/CfBTPIv-vjs/s320/nick.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the Nick of Time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.darnitromance.com/shonnabrannon"&gt;Shonna Brannon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karen Whitmire has little to no faith in men and down on her luck, throwing caution to the wind, she has a one night stand, then leaves with the intention of never seeing him again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Nick Chandler didn't plan on sleeping with anyone, all he wanted to do was drown his pain, but the connection between them is undeniable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eleven months later they are reunited with a sick baby, one he didn't know about, and one she didn't tell him about. Will they be able to forget the passion they shared, or will they find themselves falling in love? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/nickoftime.htm"&gt;Cobblestone Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-3582020624020489920?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3582020624020489920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3582020624020489920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-nick-of-time.html' title='In the Nick of Time'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RiTECE6kAiI/AAAAAAAAAXM/CfBTPIv-vjs/s72-c/nick.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-6419210216856212396</id><published>2007-04-17T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T05:44:14.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call it What You Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RiTAa06kAhI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Zhf45Ym7Xs8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054376248929944082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RiTAa06kAhI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Zhf45Ym7Xs8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call It What You Want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.rhondajacksonjoseph.com"&gt;Rhonda Jackson Joseph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cishawn and Tonzell both know what they want from life. Cishawn wants to be able to maintain her independence while persuing the career of her heart. Tonzell wants to be able to grow his fledgling business without the distraction of a relationship. When the time is right, each wishes to find the perfect mate: for Cishawn, that would be a man who appreciates and supports her independence. Tonzell wants an old fashioned woman like his Granny to build his life with. The problem is, Cishawn’s quest for independence serves as a blockade between her and potential mates. She cannot be what Tonzell needs her to be, and that is the needy, damsel in distress who is looking to be rescued. Can Tonzell accept not being the noble rescuer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available for Purchase &lt;a href="http://www.rhondajacksonjoseph.com/Order_Form.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-6419210216856212396?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6419210216856212396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6419210216856212396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/04/call-it-what-you-want.html' title='Call it What You Want'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RiTAa06kAhI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Zhf45Ym7Xs8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-5997842441509062911</id><published>2007-04-09T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T08:01:06.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream in the Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RhpUwbNC3hI/AAAAAAAAAW0/_ucWuAbP9xc/s1600-h/ice.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051443122962357778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RhpUwbNC3hI/AAAAAAAAAW0/_ucWuAbP9xc/s320/ice.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ice Cream In the Snow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.DianaCastilleja.com"&gt;Diana Castilleja&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Harden has lived her adult life raising and protecting her son. Except her surprises have been lying in wait for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the inheritance of her own business, her ordered life begins to experience the darker side of her ex-husband's history, involving secrets and money. And someone in the shadows knows about both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com"&gt;Forbidden Publications&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-5997842441509062911?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5997842441509062911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5997842441509062911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/04/ice-cream-in-snow.html' title='Ice Cream in the Snow'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RhpUwbNC3hI/AAAAAAAAAW0/_ucWuAbP9xc/s72-c/ice.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-8441138684858810822</id><published>2007-04-09T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T07:50:04.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anaz-voohri - Operation Pleiades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RhpSGbNC3gI/AAAAAAAAAWs/y-IQ1IxyLSo/s1600-h/Vas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051440202384596482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RhpSGbNC3gI/AAAAAAAAAWs/y-IQ1IxyLSo/s320/Vas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anaz-voohri - Operation Pleiades&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.vijayaschartz.com"&gt;Vijaya Schartz &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a mix of X-Files and Battlestar Galactica, with a Monster drink and Romance. After witnessing the abduction of his baby sister, to find her, Zack joins a dark world of covert operations, under Tia Vargas, a reckless Amazon with a deadly secret. But where their mission leads, the faint-hearted should not follow. Neither Zack nor Tia are ready for what they discover, and the farther they go, the more it becomes clear that what's behind the scenes could spell the end of the human race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An epic novel of enduring love despite Herculean obstacles and extra-terrestrial intrigues. I was caught up from the first sentence... I adored this book." Coffee Time Romance (5-stars)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.triskelionpublishing.com"&gt;Triskelion Publishing &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass market paperback $6.99&lt;br /&gt;ISBN: 9781601860330&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-8441138684858810822?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/8441138684858810822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/8441138684858810822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/04/anaz-voohri-operation-pleiades.html' title='Anaz-voohri - Operation Pleiades'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RhpSGbNC3gI/AAAAAAAAAWs/y-IQ1IxyLSo/s72-c/Vas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-6112444330482497660</id><published>2007-04-03T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T05:36:47.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consenting Adults</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rf6d_B12tqI/AAAAAAAAAUY/BQ2DvxJIVOg/s1600-h/consenting.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043642338853172898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rf6d_B12tqI/AAAAAAAAAUY/BQ2DvxJIVOg/s320/consenting.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consenting Adults&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.marissadeamor.us"&gt;Marissa De A'mor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Divorce is not the end of the world, but the beginning of a new adventure. Marissa finds that all work and no play makes for a dull business woman and writer. When Mike Wolf waltzes into her life, sparks seem to fly right away. See what Marissa has to say, in her own words, as revealed in her journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available Now from &lt;a href="http://www.Forbidden"&gt;Forbidden Publications&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-6112444330482497660?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6112444330482497660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6112444330482497660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/consenting-adults.html' title='Consenting Adults'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rf6d_B12tqI/AAAAAAAAAUY/BQ2DvxJIVOg/s72-c/consenting.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-7392600387341726958</id><published>2007-03-29T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T11:41:11.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RgwH3LlDfqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/h7gwt_UyrV8/s1600-h/SOUTHERN.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047417926957891234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RgwH3LlDfqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/h7gwt_UyrV8/s320/SOUTHERN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Southern Cross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Madison Foxe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1952 and Cross Odem couldn't hide from himself any longer.   Driven by an emotional infection that oozed from a life-long sore, the southern boy churned up the dirt that crusted the road to Wyattville.  Essie Jordan lived alone on a farm on the outskirts of the Mississippi swamp-town, a place where heat, sweat, hell and fate blended as easily as sweet cream butter under a lightly turned paddle.   Like anything ripe -- a damp body, a lonely moment, and a hot night can breed a bit of comfort into a bruised skin ready to rupture…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.extasybooks.com"&gt;Extasy Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-7392600387341726958?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/7392600387341726958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/7392600387341726958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/southern-cross.html' title='Southern Cross'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RgwH3LlDfqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/h7gwt_UyrV8/s72-c/SOUTHERN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-2202112560525301634</id><published>2007-03-29T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T11:47:37.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Collector 5: The Crystal Flacon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RgwJrblDfrI/AAAAAAAAAVw/82erwPIT9S0/s1600-h/flacon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047419924117683890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RgwJrblDfrI/AAAAAAAAAVw/82erwPIT9S0/s320/flacon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Collector 5: The Crystal Flacon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.jeannebarrack.com"&gt;Jeanne Barrack &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby Foster, owner of Nannies, International, has been commissioned by the secretive Collector to obtain the Crystal Flacon, believed to have been in the possession of the infamous Lucrezia Borgia and to contain a magical aphrodisiac. But why should a nanny be set such a task? Seems Abby has secrets of her own. She also runs Finding Justice, an organization dedicated to returning art and other treasures lost during WWII to their rightful owners. With the specialized skills she's gained, getting the Flacon should be easy. She isn't counting on channeling Lucrezia through visions and dreams or falling for Antonio, duke d'Este, the present day owner of the Flacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio d'Este, the direct descendent of Lucrezia Borgia, is a modern man with modern problems. A recent widower, he needs a nanny to take care of his five year old daughter while he prepares for the launching of "Lucrezia", the new scent for Borgia, the family-owned perfumery. Inspired by the stunning Crystal Flacon, Antonio focuses everything on making "Lucrezia" a success. He has no time for the distraction posed by the beautiful nanny or the strange effect making love with her has on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone attacks the perfumery, destroying property, disrupting projects in an attempt to ruin the company and killing innocent people, they both need a change of plans. Together, using Abby's skills honed while working for Finding Justice, they must find the saboteur, before everything they love is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.loose-id.com/detail.aspx?ID=410"&gt;Loose ID&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-2202112560525301634?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2202112560525301634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2202112560525301634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/collector-5-crystal-flacon.html' title='The Collector 5: The Crystal Flacon'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RgwJrblDfrI/AAAAAAAAAVw/82erwPIT9S0/s72-c/flacon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-6120398516816476110</id><published>2007-03-28T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T11:12:58.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rgqv2LlDfoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/YYc4JfwIEfI/s1600-h/LoveInShadow_wrp238_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047039677778067074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rgqv2LlDfoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/YYc4JfwIEfI/s320/LoveInShadow_wrp238_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love in Shadow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.sonjafoust.com"&gt;Sonja Foust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivacious tomboy Shadow is in love with her boss and best friend, Lon, but loving him is complicated for other reasons. He's the widower of a beautiful woman, killed in a highway robbery by Shadow's own people, the fairies. Now, almost five years since her death, fairies attack their wagon train again, and this time Lon bears the brunt of it. Shadow has to leave, for Lon's good and for her own, since she'll never be able to atone for the sins of her people. Lon couldn't possibly love her in spite of everything… could he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-6120398516816476110?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6120398516816476110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6120398516816476110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-in-shadow.html' title='Love in Shadow'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rgqv2LlDfoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/YYc4JfwIEfI/s72-c/LoveInShadow_wrp238_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-5451056206848447515</id><published>2007-03-22T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T05:39:13.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juliana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RgJ40C5Qe4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/YSRyczqNTbA/s1600-h/juliana.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044727368133933954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RgJ40C5Qe4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/YSRyczqNTbA/s320/juliana.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juliana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.Adelle"&gt;Adelle Laudan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juliana spent the entire duration of her marriage a prisoner in her own home. Subject to unspeakable abuse, her escape came in the form of her husbands’ sudden death. She must now step into a world she had almost forgotten existed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/book_pages/juliana.html"&gt;Forbidden Publications&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-5451056206848447515?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5451056206848447515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5451056206848447515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/juliana.html' title='Juliana'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RgJ40C5Qe4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/YSRyczqNTbA/s72-c/juliana.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-7611580913355105578</id><published>2007-03-22T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T05:29:05.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RgJ2Mi5Qe3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/9c6oijEnrhM/s1600-h/invite.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044724490505845618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RgJ2Mi5Qe3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/9c6oijEnrhM/s320/invite.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Invitation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.scarlettsanderson.com"&gt;Scarlett Sanderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evie Ward lives in her head. As a writer she weaves magical tales of timeless love, things that go bump in the night and seductive, charismatic heroes. When an invitation to the most prestigious Christmas Eve ball in the country arrives, Evie is stunned. Personally signed by the handsome, yet elusive, Gabriel Longthorn, she begins to wonder what a man like him could possibly want with her. Could it be her wildest fantasies of Christmas at Longthorn Manor are finally coming true? Whisked into a fairytale world where everything she can imagine is real, Evie must take a leap of faith this Christmas if she is to change her life forever… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available Now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-7611580913355105578?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/7611580913355105578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/7611580913355105578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/invitation.html' title='The Invitation'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RgJ2Mi5Qe3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/9c6oijEnrhM/s72-c/invite.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-2970583729411424032</id><published>2007-03-19T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:54:16.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kitten Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rf6jqR12tsI/AAAAAAAAAUo/2rBmx0bPF8o/s1600-h/kity.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043648579440654018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rf6jqR12tsI/AAAAAAAAAUo/2rBmx0bPF8o/s320/kity.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Kitten Club&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.daraedmondson.com"&gt;Dara Edmondson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When forty-year-old salon owner Kitty Murphy meets dashing entrepreneur Harrison Wentworth, III she's instantly drawn to his powerful presence. Kitty fights the intense attraction, fearing Harrison's motive is to woo her precious salon away from her. But losing her salon isn't the only problem on Kitty's horizon. She worries constantly about Josh, her drug-addicted son.&lt;br /&gt;College student Brooke Barnes discovers she's carrying Josh's baby. Can she save him in time to be a father to their child? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-2970583729411424032?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2970583729411424032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2970583729411424032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/kitten-club.html' title='The Kitten Club'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rf6jqR12tsI/AAAAAAAAAUo/2rBmx0bPF8o/s72-c/kity.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-827875928845062753</id><published>2007-03-19T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:42:53.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rf6gTh12trI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5GvXFS_xxeQ/s1600-h/Crashed_wrp157_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043644890063746738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rf6gTh12trI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5GvXFS_xxeQ/s320/Crashed_wrp157_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crashed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.lisadawnmacdonald.com"&gt;Lisa Dawn MacDonald&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mars is angry and Mercury is retrograde, however, Venus has Jessie French’s back. Jessie has crashed into Andrew Jordan’s car and now she’s crashing into his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://secured.thewildrosepress.com/catalog/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=354"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-827875928845062753?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/827875928845062753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/827875928845062753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/crashed.html' title='Crashed'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rf6gTh12trI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5GvXFS_xxeQ/s72-c/Crashed_wrp157_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-296088376451818239</id><published>2007-03-16T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T15:55:41.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passenger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RfrUfh12tnI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oaAGgkUv71Y/s1600-h/PassengerCoverSm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042576370919978610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RfrUfh12tnI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oaAGgkUv71Y/s320/PassengerCoverSm.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE PASSENGER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.joielesin.com/"&gt;Joie Lesin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISBN: 0-9785368-9-4/978-0-9785368-9-3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The musky scent of skin, a brush on the shoulder, a gust of bitter air--all forewarn Elizabeth a spirit will soon seek her help to pass from this world to the next. Yet a living man's wounded soul offers her the challenge of a lifetime. Set in the 1940's, The Passenger tells the story of Elizabeth Reilly who travels to the Clemente Vineyard to help the spirit of an old man find peace and loses her heart to the son he left behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://vrpublishing.com/VRP/ThePassenger.htm"&gt;Vintage Romance Publishing, LLC &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vrpublishing.com"&gt;www.vrpublishing.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-296088376451818239?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/296088376451818239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/296088376451818239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/passenger.html' title='The Passenger'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RfrUfh12tnI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oaAGgkUv71Y/s72-c/PassengerCoverSm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-2853321021763728532</id><published>2007-03-16T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T10:23:22.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayla and the Rancher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://w"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042573514766726738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RfrR5R12tlI/AAAAAAAAATw/Z0lBLOIGYkA/s320/Kayla_theRancher.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kayla and the Rancher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Paige Tyler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rancher Cord Holderness needs a wife, but with few prospects in the Wyoming Territory, he decides that the only way to find a well-bred young lady is to get a mail-order bride. However, the girl that’s supposed to be his mail-order bride gets cold feet and decides to leave it up to her new friend, Kayla Mathison, to tell him that she’s changed her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the handsome rancher assumes that the fiercely independent and stubborn Kayla is his mail-order bride, she finds herself going along with it. Running from an arranged marriage herself, and desperately in need of funds to get herself to San Francisco, she decides to lead Cord on so that she can get the money she needs from him. But as the days turn into weeks, she finds that neither the money nor going to San Francisco interest her as much as they once did. Much to her surprise, she discovers that she’s fallen in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life on the ranch gets even more complicated, however, when a ruthless land baron wants to take over every piece of grazing land in the territory, including Cord’s ranch, and will do anything to get it. Then, as if that weren’t enough, Kayla’s very determined fiancé comes to town looking for her. But Kayla has built a relationship with Cord by letting him think that she’s someone else, and she can only hope that he loves her enough to forgive her when he find out she’s not really his mail-order bride at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.romanticspankings.com/cgi-bin/quikstore.cgi?search=yes&amp;exact_match=on&amp;amp;amp;detail=true&amp;product=bw93"&gt;Romantic Spankings&lt;/a&gt;  for ebook and &lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/content/638804"&gt;Lulu.com &lt;/a&gt;for print.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-2853321021763728532?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2853321021763728532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2853321021763728532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/kayla-and-rancher.html' title='Kayla and the Rancher'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RfrR5R12tlI/AAAAAAAAATw/Z0lBLOIGYkA/s72-c/Kayla_theRancher.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-6549601917154983201</id><published>2007-03-14T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T10:26:50.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation Unleashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RfgaLSTstMI/AAAAAAAAATg/e2hzhJ8H-A0/s1600-h/temptat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041808564036613314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RfgaLSTstMI/AAAAAAAAATg/e2hzhJ8H-A0/s320/temptat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temptation Unleashed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.authorkari.com"&gt;Kari Thomas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shapeshifter Aiden Calhoun is caught between the need to protect his family from an Evil that arrives the same time modern-day witch Kira Douglas comes into his life. Kira is proving to be a "Temptation" he can't deny, but to what price? He and Kira share a precious niece, a half-shapeshifter, half-witch child that each wants custody of. Someone is going to lose, someone is going to win. But, will the Evil that stalks them, strike first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.triskelionpublishing.com"&gt;Triskelion Publishing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-6549601917154983201?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6549601917154983201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6549601917154983201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/temptation-unleashed.html' title='Temptation Unleashed'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RfgaLSTstMI/AAAAAAAAATg/e2hzhJ8H-A0/s72-c/temptat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-6394779925087936829</id><published>2007-03-14T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T07:55:55.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfy Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RfgMWiTstLI/AAAAAAAAATY/UHUtSjPpzhw/s1600-h/satisfy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041793364147352754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RfgMWiTstLI/AAAAAAAAATY/UHUtSjPpzhw/s320/satisfy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satisfy Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.sydneymolare.com"&gt;Sydney Molare&lt;/a&gt;, Renee Alexis, Fiona Zedde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give a woman what she wants…give a woman what she needs…and then, give a woman a little something she never expected. In "Her Wildest Fantasy," Sydney's so-hot-it’ll-scorch-your-fingers-turning-the-pages novella, the men are smokin’, the women are on fire, and the satisfaction? Baby, it’s guaranteed…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Satisfy-Me-Aphrodisia-Fiona-Zedde/dp/0758215657/sr=1-5/qid=1160940060/ref=sr_1_5/002-6314678-6426467?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-6394779925087936829?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6394779925087936829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6394779925087936829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/satisfy-me.html' title='Satisfy Me'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RfgMWiTstLI/AAAAAAAAATY/UHUtSjPpzhw/s72-c/satisfy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-1889434312584706511</id><published>2007-03-09T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T16:15:21.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pendulum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RfFigSTstKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/KEW0mOiykXc/s1600-h/ThePendulum_wrp240_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039917764814091426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RfFigSTstKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/KEW0mOiykXc/s320/ThePendulum_wrp240_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://secured.thewildrosepress.com/catalog/index.php?main_page=popup_image&amp;amp;pID=362"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Pendulum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.tarahscott.com"&gt;Tarah Scott&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can a woman bring an earl to justice for the murder of her sister?Lady Airin Keith will not rest until Lord Jason Bothwell is tried and convicted for the murder of his young wife. An unexpected marriage proposal brings an opportunity to prove Bothwell’s guilt, but the knight who appears with her great grandmother’s lost brooch threatens to interfere with Airin’s brand of justice when he demands the agreed payment of marriage. A classic tale of murder, deceit and fraud that can be exposed only once the pendulum stops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First in the Legacy of The Brooch Series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-1889434312584706511?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1889434312584706511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1889434312584706511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/pendulum.html' title='The Pendulum'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RfFigSTstKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/KEW0mOiykXc/s72-c/ThePendulum_wrp240_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-2540397730166321185</id><published>2007-03-08T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T13:28:03.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Knowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RfB_EmXJJKI/AAAAAAAAATI/t3WGx_M0Ews/s1600-h/the+knowing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039667700021404834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RfB_EmXJJKI/AAAAAAAAATI/t3WGx_M0Ews/s320/the+knowing.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Knowing&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.larriane.com/"&gt;Larriane Wills&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.larriane.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was a puzzle, abused by the priests of Oldspushner, trained with the knowing by the sisters of Treach, he was dying when the assassin found him. The boy grew into the man calling himself Garran of Lockmer, a soldier for hire with a well known hatred of all things Ives. Able to leave a world of battle he became the Governor of Sheritan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Fayahstella, future queen of Ives, must ask Garran for sanctuary in her flight from Caslock, the brutal conquer of her nation. She is no more than a helpless pawn sent by her father to petition the Court of Amor for aid, a trading piece for the Priest of Oldspushner to exchange with Caslock for power, and by Garran to use the time of negotiations for her peaceful surrender to Caslock to evacuate the people of Sheritan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the evacuation is finished the princess has disappeared, Garran is a prisoner on his way to Caslock’s torture chambers and that is only the beginning. Fractions of an ancient prophesy struggle to be fulfilled, one to save him and another to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.swimmingkangaroo.com"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-2540397730166321185?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2540397730166321185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2540397730166321185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/knowing.html' title='The Knowing'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RfB_EmXJJKI/AAAAAAAAATI/t3WGx_M0Ews/s72-c/the+knowing.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-356701438968775018</id><published>2007-03-06T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T06:21:41.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House of Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Re13pYSVngI/AAAAAAAAASw/nrbpYoUYNA0/s1600-h/house.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038815110875160066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Re13pYSVngI/AAAAAAAAASw/nrbpYoUYNA0/s320/house.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;House of Lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.maggietoussaint.com"&gt;Maggie Toussaint&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s too late to win her father’s love. Instead, Hannah Montgomery must deal with the remote mountain cottage she inherited. The caretaker of the property, wounded ex-CIA agent Jake Sutherland, promised his dying partner that he’d help Hannah get settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Hannah is very unsettled by the hidden letters from her father, letters which put Jake and Hannah on a collision course. As secrets from her father’s life are revealed, Hannah’s deep-seated quest for the truth challenges Jake’s loyalty and honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, the double agent who betrayed Jake and killed her father tracks them down. Caught in a web of deceit, Hannah must make a choice. Will she risk her heart – and her life - to learn the truth about her secretive father?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/House-Lies-Maggie-Toussaint/dp/1601540310/ref=pd_bbs_sr_4/102-6871584-8406567?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1172853227&amp;sr=8-4"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&amp;amp;amp;EAN=9781601540317&amp;amp;itm=1"&gt;Barnes and Noble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-356701438968775018?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/356701438968775018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/356701438968775018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/house-of-lies.html' title='House of Lies'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Re13pYSVngI/AAAAAAAAASw/nrbpYoUYNA0/s72-c/house.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-1009006105722165743</id><published>2007-03-06T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T06:02:12.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ShadowsForge 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Re1y6oSVnfI/AAAAAAAAASo/iycXImwXwbg/s1600-h/shadowforge.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038809909669764594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Re1y6oSVnfI/AAAAAAAAASo/iycXImwXwbg/s320/shadowforge.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ShadowsForge 2: Trials on Tour –&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;a href="http://jenagalifany.bravehost.com"&gt;Jena Galifany&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShadowsForge - This is a warning. This is to let you know that you've been a thorn in my side for far too long. I have had to put up with my lady gushing over you for the last four years now, and I've had enough of it. It was bad enough before you came through my city but since you did, I've given a lot of thought to ending your career permanently. I wanted to give you a sporting chance by letting you know that your days are numbered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel with ShadowsForge as they continue the Ethereal Edge Tour, spending two explosive weeks at venues throughout the United Kingdom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Join Ty Synclair and his band mates, Geoff Richards, Jordan Cantrell, Jon Wiles, and Brian Cummings as they tour their homeland, trying to stay one step ahead of danger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read Chapter 1 and Purchase ShadowsForge 2: Trials on Tour &lt;a href="http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/chapters/Shadowsforge2_JenaGalifany.shtml"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-1009006105722165743?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1009006105722165743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1009006105722165743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/shadowsforge-2.html' title='ShadowsForge 2'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Re1y6oSVnfI/AAAAAAAAASo/iycXImwXwbg/s72-c/shadowforge.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-125558484088846945</id><published>2007-03-04T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T10:40:39.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets in the Annex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/ResRyqW53QI/AAAAAAAAASY/7FSMnkhxqAU/s1600-h/annex.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038140170205519106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/ResRyqW53QI/AAAAAAAAASY/7FSMnkhxqAU/s320/annex.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secrets in the Annex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.anncory.com"&gt;Ann Cory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and discover the haunting Secrets in the AnnexCan the luck and love of a chimney sweep, be enough to rescue a woman, trapped in an annex that holds many dark secrets?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaelyn is a former maid who used to clean the annex for the Ruthferd’s. Ever since a terrifying fire broke out in the annex, she has been trapped within the chimney, desperate to get out. She waits for a man to rescue her in more ways than one, and breathe new life into her somber soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rand enjoys his job as a chimney sweep and especially likes to work for the Ruthferd’s, a rich and prominent family in central London. He is asked to clean the fireplace and chimney inside the newly remodeled annex, though what he finds inside is more than ash and soot. A smoldering woman emerges from inside the fiery tomb and fuels him with passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through his gentle touch, and her seductive moves, they are swept away in the heat of the moment, and forge a bond that goes beyond a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.anncory.com/annex.htm"&gt;Liquid Silver Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-125558484088846945?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/125558484088846945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/125558484088846945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/secrets-in-annex.html' title='Secrets in the Annex'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/ResRyqW53QI/AAAAAAAAASY/7FSMnkhxqAU/s72-c/annex.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-3857834250472789063</id><published>2007-03-04T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T10:21:01.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Games People Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/ResNtqW53PI/AAAAAAAAASQ/U0QvCv6vpUo/s1600-h/games03%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038135686259662066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/ResNtqW53PI/AAAAAAAAASQ/U0QvCv6vpUo/s320/games03%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Games People Play&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/collettethomas123" target="blank"&gt;Collette Thomas &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avril opens the proverbial Pandora’s Box when a large UPS carton marked Fun &amp; Games, Inc. arrives on her doorstep. Her husband expresses his wish that they ‘explore’ their sexuality to spice up their twenty-plus year old marriage. Her husband, Harold, wants more…much more…more than Avril is willing or able to perform inside the bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two embark on a self-exploration as they grow apart. Can they find some common ground before it is too late? In this tale of seduction and sex games that people play, life takes on twists and turns as each play the game to the fullest. As they assume the various roles, they find themselves set on paths that has them not only exploring their inner most psyche, but discovering that side that exists in us all where the darkest fantasies dwell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://silksvault.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=27"&gt;Silk's Vault&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-3857834250472789063?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3857834250472789063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3857834250472789063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/games-people-play.html' title='Games People Play'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/ResNtqW53PI/AAAAAAAAASQ/U0QvCv6vpUo/s72-c/games03%5B2%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-372002875323031088</id><published>2007-03-02T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T04:28:14.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RegYRqW53OI/AAAAAAAAASE/lQyCjMRsTYk/s1600-h/eternal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037302874921098466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RegYRqW53OI/AAAAAAAAASE/lQyCjMRsTYk/s200/eternal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Eternal Kiss&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.dianacastilleja.com/"&gt;Diana Castilleja&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diego Viteri's only goal has been revenge. When Titania throws herself between him and his mortal enemy, his destiny changes. Instead of delivering justice and resting eternally, he must do what she did for him. Place himself between her and harms way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://%20www.cobblestone-press.com/"&gt;Cobblestone Press&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-372002875323031088?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/372002875323031088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/372002875323031088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/eternal-kiss-by-diana-castilleja-diego.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RegYRqW53OI/AAAAAAAAASE/lQyCjMRsTYk/s72-c/eternal.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-6650400436618976829</id><published>2007-03-02T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T04:18:40.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Wrong Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RegWBKW53MI/AAAAAAAAARw/P98kSkOUDtg/s1600-h/one.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037300392430001346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RegWBKW53MI/AAAAAAAAARw/P98kSkOUDtg/s320/one.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Wrong Move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.emmasanders.com"&gt;Emma Sanders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camden is a DEA agent who is deep undercover on one of the most dangerous drug operations he’s faced. One agent has already been murdered and, with one wrong move, Camden could be next. His job has made him a love ‘em and leave ‘em type of guy, and romance doesn’t fit into his life. Rayma is an investigative reporter who, because of her past, doesn’t allow relationships to last long enough to become serious. She meets Camden and the attraction between them is immediate and powerful. When Rayma releases a story on the man Camden has been investigating, the drug dealer puts a contract out on her and Camden has to risk exposing himself to save her. As danger draws closer, Camden realizes if they survive, Rayma is the one woman he can love, but not leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available Now from&lt;a href="http://secured.thewildrosepress.com/catalog/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;products_id=343&amp;amp;zenid=290981027995a348908649d15e7d0df3"&gt; The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-6650400436618976829?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6650400436618976829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6650400436618976829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-wrong-move.html' title='One Wrong Move'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RegWBKW53MI/AAAAAAAAARw/P98kSkOUDtg/s72-c/one.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-7095967287531744180</id><published>2007-02-24T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T16:30:18.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bonds of Matri-Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/ReDXa6lL9xI/AAAAAAAAARA/5f5bbMGREpg/s1600-h/handcuffs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035261240802014994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/ReDXa6lL9xI/AAAAAAAAARA/5f5bbMGREpg/s320/handcuffs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE BONDS OF MATRI-MONEY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.ginaardito.com"&gt;Gina Ardito &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ISBN: 978-0-8034-9816-6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Renata Moon and Connell MacAllister lost more than a frivolous lawsuit in a Manhattan courtroom. Paying the settlement will force them to close their non-profit business. That is, until they learn about a new survivalist game show set in exotic Bali. Grand prize: one million dollars. The catch? The show is for newlyweds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that a quickie marriage—in name only—can’t fix. But Renata and Connell didn’t anticipate they’d be linked by handcuffs the entire time they’re competing! Soon, spending days and nights with only a few inches of chain between them begins to stir feelings they never knew existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before the competition ends, Renata and Connell will be forced to decide which means more: love or…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…THE BONDS OF MATRI-MONEY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bonds-Matri-money-Gina-Ardito/dp/0803498136/sr=1-2/qid=1170723736/ref=sr_1_2/103-7615132-4355038?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/results.asp?WRD=Gina+Ardito&amp;amp;z=y&amp;cds2Pid=9481"&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Noble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-7095967287531744180?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/7095967287531744180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/7095967287531744180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/bonds-of-matri-money.html' title='The Bonds of Matri-Money'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/ReDXa6lL9xI/AAAAAAAAARA/5f5bbMGREpg/s72-c/handcuffs.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-8726616572354254908</id><published>2007-02-24T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T16:19:20.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If We Listened</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://secured.thewildrosepress.com/catalog/images/covers/IfWeListened_wrp147_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px" height="395" alt="" src="http://secured.thewildrosepress.com/catalog/images/covers/IfWeListened_wrp147_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If We Listened&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.jennabayleyburke.com"&gt;Jenna Bayley-Burke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel and Evan Hansen are getting a taste of their own medicine. As teenagers they ran away and eloped, and now their daughter wants to follow in their footsteps. Looking back, Rachel and Evan wonder what would have been if they'd listened to the warnings instead of trusting their hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available Now from &lt;a href="http://secured.thewildrosepress.com/catalog/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=347"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-8726616572354254908?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/8726616572354254908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/8726616572354254908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-we-listened.html' title='If We Listened'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-9018241186208448769</id><published>2007-02-19T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:41:36.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination Unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdomxqlL9wI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/xUvsnSPHXfA/s1600-h/des.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033378168225658626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdomxqlL9wI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/xUvsnSPHXfA/s320/des.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destination Unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.adellelaudan.com"&gt;Adelle Laudan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since Aiyana was a little girl, listening to her fathers’ tales of the open road, all she’s wanted to do is ride. After a rather messy divorce, Aiyana hooks up with old friends. Know one is more surprised than her at the attraction she feels for her friend Jen. A sparks ignites between the two women not even a hot tub can extinguish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unforeseen incident changes her course and almost costs her life. Can the solidarity of friends and a fathers love, put Aiyana back where she wants to be… riding in the wind… Destination Unknown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/book_pages/destination_unknown.html"&gt;Forbidden Publications&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-9018241186208448769?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/9018241186208448769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/9018241186208448769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/destination-unknown.html' title='Destination Unknown'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdomxqlL9wI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/xUvsnSPHXfA/s72-c/des.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-2743487025765429925</id><published>2007-02-17T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:39:53.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foxfire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rdd1vqlL9tI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/m7OID1MChL0/s1600-h/fox.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032620570354382546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rdd1vqlL9tI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/m7OID1MChL0/s320/fox.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foxfire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.carolannerhardt.com"&gt;Carol Ann Erhardt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Sandford is more than a licensed veterinarian--he's also a tenacious undercover DEA agent on the trail of a killer. He'll do anything to get his man, for the murderer he seeks took the life of Tyler's wife and unborn child. Tyler receives a break when he discovers the hiding place of the killer's ex-lover, Grace Wilkins. But when he finally meets the flesh and blood woman, he's in danger of losing his objectivity and his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace Wilkins has been hiding in the secluded mountains of Tennessee where she feels safe from her ex-lover and his vow to kill her. She's resigned to living a solitary life, for no man could ever overlook her tarnished past. Then she meets the sexy new veterinarian, Tyler Sandford, and she begins to hope for a normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cruel trick of fate leads a killer to Grace's safe haven, forcing her to choose between running away and losing love, or staying and risking her life. Tyler is caught between confessing his true agenda and maintaining his cover. Either choice may lead to losing Grace. Will the webs of deception untangle before they both lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://secured.thewildrosepress.com/catalog/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;cPath=137&amp;amp;products_id=330"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-2743487025765429925?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2743487025765429925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2743487025765429925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/foxfire.html' title='Foxfire'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rdd1vqlL9tI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/m7OID1MChL0/s72-c/fox.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-7553019627074269267</id><published>2007-02-17T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:22:26.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's In His Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rddx0KlL9sI/AAAAAAAAAQE/qKqyKAGicx4/s1600-h/kiss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032616249617282754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rddx0KlL9sI/AAAAAAAAAQE/qKqyKAGicx4/s320/kiss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's In His Kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://johannasreality.blogspot.com/"&gt;Johanna Melaragno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it possible to fall in love with someone without ever having seen their face? Emma Long didn’t think so, until she met Tyler Maxwell in an online cooking chat room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler knows in his heart Emma is the woman for him – he’s already in love with her and he could care less what she looks like – but she isn’t so convinced. Tyler proposes a meeting in Las Vegas, without exchanging pictures before hand. Emma is worried they won’t meet but Tyler believes their souls will lead them to each other. “And how do we know it’s real?” Emma asks. Tyler responds, “It’s in the kiss.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-7553019627074269267?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/7553019627074269267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/7553019627074269267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-in-his-kiss.html' title='It&apos;s In His Kiss'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rddx0KlL9sI/AAAAAAAAAQE/qKqyKAGicx4/s72-c/kiss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-1904091172713013664</id><published>2007-02-16T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T08:12:33.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdXXJqlL9pI/AAAAAAAAAPo/nfZsqXlYNLI/s1600-h/sarah.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032164719705454226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdXXJqlL9pI/AAAAAAAAAPo/nfZsqXlYNLI/s320/sarah.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finding Sarah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.terryodell.com"&gt;Terry Odell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being robbed at gunpoint wasn't part of Sarah Tucker's business plan. Neither was falling in love with the detective who arrived to solve the case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Sarah wants is success for her gift boutique, the one she and her husband created. Now, she's living a hand-to-mouth existence. Her husband died a year earlier in a car accident — an accident that was ruled suicide, denying her his life insurance money. Burdened by guilt that she was somehow to blame for his death, Sarah faces one business setback after another. She's determined to succeed on her own, fending off a meddling sister-in-law as well as offers of financial assistance from a former boyfriend. Unaware someone is setting her up for failure, she's totally unprepared to find herself fighting for survival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police Detective Randy Detweiler thinks the crook is a thief who's been evading cops all over the state. A routine robbery investigation turns into the biggest challenge of his career when he falls in love with the victim and he starts crossing professional boundaries. When Sarah disappears, he's afraid all his detective skills might not be enough to find her in time to save her life.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://cerridwenpress.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419907821"&gt;Cerridwen Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-1904091172713013664?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1904091172713013664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1904091172713013664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/finding-sarah.html' title='Finding Sarah'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdXXJqlL9pI/AAAAAAAAAPo/nfZsqXlYNLI/s72-c/sarah.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-7886917876529355874</id><published>2007-02-16T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T07:58:14.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight's Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdXUFalL9oI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Tg6q-1-WzAM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032161348156126850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdXUFalL9oI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Tg6q-1-WzAM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twilight's Kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.marlymathews.com/"&gt;Marly Mathews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Faery Rose novel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Born of Fey Royalty, Princess Bridget Sinclair is aromance novelist by day. By night, she’s known as AHuntress of Hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sean Sutherland is a man doomed for eternity. Hisinner turmoil eats away at him every day. Living thelife of a vampire certainly does not sit well for him.Yet, his salvation looms on the horizon, as long ashis savior does not slay him instead of freeing himfrom his curse. His salvation comes in the form ofBridget Sinclair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bridget’s faerie magic and light will bring the dawnback into Sean’s world, banishing the dark andrestoring his soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/authors/MarlyMathews.htm"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-7886917876529355874?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/7886917876529355874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/7886917876529355874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/twilights-kiss.html' title='Twilight&apos;s Kiss'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdXUFalL9oI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Tg6q-1-WzAM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-4410383421296737351</id><published>2007-02-15T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T05:49:39.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Do-Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdRkb6lL9jI/AAAAAAAAAOo/2TfCthP80Kw/s1600-h/do.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031757114424161842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdRkb6lL9jI/AAAAAAAAAOo/2TfCthP80Kw/s320/do.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentine's Day Do-Over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.donnamichaelsauthor.com"&gt;Donna Michaels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eros, God of Love, has looked into the hearts of Ivy Valentine and Rome Hartt and knows they are soul mates. What he didn’t know, was how hard it would be to bring them together and vows to make the day repeat until they get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome-owner of his late father’s floundering business-isn’t sure how to stop the repeating day but he’s determined to have the winning lottery ticket in hand when it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy-the scientist’s life revolves around rules and facts. How can a day repeat? Unable to figure it out, she looks for a way to stop it. Could the handsome man she keeps bumping into be the key?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://secured.thewildrosepress.com/catalog/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=345"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-4410383421296737351?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4410383421296737351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4410383421296737351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-do-over.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Do-Over'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdRkb6lL9jI/AAAAAAAAAOo/2TfCthP80Kw/s72-c/do.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-3490694551698347479</id><published>2007-02-15T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T05:40:37.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pickle My Little Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdRiP6lL9iI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GTeWxff_t4Q/s1600-h/ThePickleMyLittleFriend_wrp134_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031754709242476066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdRiP6lL9iI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GTeWxff_t4Q/s320/ThePickleMyLittleFriend_wrp134_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pickle My Little Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.trevaneandcasey.com"&gt;Trevane and Casey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ninth victim in the Bicycle Chain murders is found dead on his living room floor grasping a paper bag containing a pickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective Jack Carter is working on the biggest murder case of his life. Which means, the last thing he needs is to find out that the one woman he has feelings for might be involved in the murders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky Peik knows things—and one of those things is that her boss, Detective Jack Carter, is in over his head. Vicky has stayed a step ahead of Jack in her private investigation. Only problem is, despite her ability to sense the killer, he has managed to stay a step ahead of her. Something wrong, and it’s closer to home than Jack can imagine. Can Vicky find the killer before things go too far, and Jack can’t get out? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/authors/EvanTrevane&amp;amp;ShawnMCasey.htm"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-3490694551698347479?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3490694551698347479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3490694551698347479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/pickle-my-little-friend.html' title='The Pickle My Little Friend'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdRiP6lL9iI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GTeWxff_t4Q/s72-c/ThePickleMyLittleFriend_wrp134_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-1746655386629208155</id><published>2007-02-14T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T06:20:48.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire Into Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdMaXalL9gI/AAAAAAAAAOE/mkv1FMHR1vM/s1600-h/DEsire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031394198277584386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdMaXalL9gI/AAAAAAAAAOE/mkv1FMHR1vM/s320/DEsire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desire Into Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.raelynnblue.blogspot.com"&gt;RaeLynn Blue&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-book ISBN: 978-1-59374-794-7&lt;br /&gt;Print ISBN: 978-1-59374-793-0&lt;br /&gt;Price : e-book ($5.49); print ($12.95)&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: Torrid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Given in exchange for her father's life, Beauty Miller must turn desire into gold! A virgin, she knows very little of desire, let alone how to turn it into gold. Yet her very life depends on her ability to convince her captive that she can do just that. When a little man appears offers to turn the trick for her, Beauty is thrilled. Soon her joy turns into terror as the little man threatens to take her most sacred gift--unless she can guess his name! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting as an undercover knight, Josh C. Prince, wants nothing better than to slap the magical bracelets on Kingston Jones, known fairy dust smuggler in his father's kingdom. His mission gets complicated when Jones brings in a young girl named Beauty and locks her in a tower. Smitten, his own desires inflamed beyond anything he's felt before, Josh knows he must have her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can he rescue Beauty and get the goods on Jones?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/chapters/DesireIntoGold_RaelynnBlue.shtml"&gt;Whiskey Creek Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-1746655386629208155?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1746655386629208155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1746655386629208155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/desire-into-gold.html' title='Desire Into Gold'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdMaXalL9gI/AAAAAAAAAOE/mkv1FMHR1vM/s72-c/DEsire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-3401993626620066414</id><published>2007-02-14T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T06:04:27.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic Spell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdMV96lL9fI/AAAAAAAAAN4/OWjYjSgD5EI/s1600-h/paige.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031389362144409074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdMV96lL9fI/AAAAAAAAAN4/OWjYjSgD5EI/s320/paige.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Magic Spell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com"&gt;Paige Tyler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alanna Simms has been having a problem finding Mr. Right. But when she and her friends stumble across a charm shop just in time for Halloween, her friends think they have found the solution to her problem. When the mysterious proprietor overhears Alanna complaining about how hard it is to find a good man, the woman gives her a potion that she claims will give Alanna her heart’s desire. Of course, Alanna doesn’t believe in magic, but at the urging of her friends, she goes along with the whole thing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Alanna is unprepared when she finds a stranger dressed as a pirate passed out on her living room floor hours after doing the magic spell. Thinking he’s just a hunk that she must have missed at the costume party they had, she is shocked to discover that he is actually the seventeenth-century pirate she jokingly asked for when invoking the spell. Considering how gorgeous he is, that wouldn’t be half bad, if it weren’t for two very annoying problems. One, they can’t get more than twenty feet apart from each other. And two, the sexy pirate seems to think he can put her over his knee and spank her any time he wants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can this arrogant jerk possibly be her heart’s desire? Alanna wonders. That woman at the charm shop must have made a terrible mistake because Garren Dandridge couldn’t be the right man for her. Could he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.romanticspankings.com/cgi-bin/quikstore.cgi?search=yes&amp;exact_match=on&amp;amp;amp;detail=true&amp;amp;product=sr30"&gt;Romantic Spankings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-3401993626620066414?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3401993626620066414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3401993626620066414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/magic-spell.html' title='The Magic Spell'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdMV96lL9fI/AAAAAAAAAN4/OWjYjSgD5EI/s72-c/paige.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-2667582309698157746</id><published>2007-02-13T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T10:28:11.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorcha's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Available now at Freya's Bower!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m113/wdm_quilter/e66e28f4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A legendary relic, a dragon-wrought amulet, the Heart of Fire may be the salvation of her people, and Sorcha is willing to pay any price to obtain it, but when she discovers the price is the loss of her humanity, she learns caution too late. Only a hero can save her, and he isn't human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ancient relic of dragon magic; its price? Nothing less than Sorcha’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, visit &lt;a href="http://www.freyasbower.com"&gt;Freya's Bower&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-2667582309698157746?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2667582309698157746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2667582309698157746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/sorchas-heart.html' title='Sorcha&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-8764049641040143213</id><published>2007-02-13T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T10:39:27.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leap of Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdJNs6lL9eI/AAAAAAAAANs/nmO3NDP8nO4/s1600-h/biggerleap.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031169167761077730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdJNs6lL9eI/AAAAAAAAANs/nmO3NDP8nO4/s400/biggerleap.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdHbW6lL9dI/AAAAAAAAANg/hZR9g4_QxDE/s1600-h/leap.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leap of Fate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.antoniapearceromance.com"&gt;Antonia Pearce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISBN: 978-1-60088-101-5&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Erotic Paranormal&lt;br /&gt;Length: Tryst (12,000 words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do with twenty-four more hours with the lost love of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merryn Porter finds out when a freak accident kills her as she saves her best friends on their wedding day. Unaware she’s dead, she’s also forgotten the bride’s brother died ten years earlier. She does remember he broke her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke Hanson has been waiting in limbo to atone for rejecting his beloved Merryn and Fate cuts him a deal: twenty-four hours to make up for her suffering. If he succeeds, she gets another shot at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A miracle really, but everything has a price…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/excerpt/leapoffate.htm"&gt;EXCERPT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/leapoffate.htm"&gt;Cobblestone Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-8764049641040143213?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/8764049641040143213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/8764049641040143213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/leap-of-fate.html' title='Leap of Fate'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RdJNs6lL9eI/AAAAAAAAANs/nmO3NDP8nO4/s72-c/biggerleap.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-5302008193399661797</id><published>2007-02-09T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T09:36:53.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thin Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RczWHqlL9bI/AAAAAAAAANI/BYdTEiP86HE/s1600-h/ThinIce_wrp50_680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029630311043691954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RczWHqlL9bI/AAAAAAAAANI/BYdTEiP86HE/s320/ThinIce_wrp50_680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thin Ice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Liana Laverentz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing ER doctor Emily Jordan needs in her life is another man to let her down, and certainly not one who uses his fists in his work. She's seen enough of the results of violence in the world, and has no use for anyone who contributes to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professional hockey player Eric Cameron has never met a woman who intrigued him so much. Emily Jordan has it all...brains and beauty, a home of her own, a career she excels at, a son who adores her, and loving friends and family to help her bring it all together in a way Eric has longed to be a part of his entire life. The problem is this feisty, independent woman wants nothing to do with him and has no problem letting him know it. The memory of Emily's healing hands despite her clear-cut opinion of him when she treats him after a post-game barroom brawl drives Eric to find the key to her wounded heart--but success would mean that Emily would have to give up all that she has-and depend on a man who's life is anything but settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Eric be able to win her heart despite her opposition to the only lifehe's ever known? Or when the season ends will he move on again--alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-5302008193399661797?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5302008193399661797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5302008193399661797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/thin-ice.html' title='Thin Ice'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RczWHqlL9bI/AAAAAAAAANI/BYdTEiP86HE/s72-c/ThinIce_wrp50_680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-8580464250086439790</id><published>2007-02-09T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T06:55:58.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RcyLRqlL9aI/AAAAAAAAAM8/q1KM-wsQcug/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029548019470300578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RcyLRqlL9aI/AAAAAAAAAM8/q1KM-wsQcug/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Treasure Hunt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.jhbogran.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;J. H. Bográn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treasure Hunt is the tale of Alexander Beck, a for-hire thief that can be contracted through the web by posting ads with his handle: The Falcon. Bill Porter hijacked a plane back in 1978, the proceedings of that caper were securely hidden inside a cave in a Central America country. Falcon is hired to retrieve it, but encounters many problems as a former cellmate of Bill, Jack Davis is after the money himself. Jack will stop at nothing until he gets a hold of the money, kidnapping Bill's daughter Jamie is only the first step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hunt is on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pusblished by &lt;a href="http://chippewapublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=129&amp;amp;osCsid=a1ffaf200429925392c7e94862240995" rel="nofollow"&gt;Chippewa Publishing LLC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-8580464250086439790?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/8580464250086439790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/8580464250086439790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/treasure-hunt.html' title='Treasure Hunt'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RcyLRqlL9aI/AAAAAAAAAM8/q1KM-wsQcug/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-5488719746926628024</id><published>2007-02-09T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T16:59:44.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden Love: Bad Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RcyH_KlL9ZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FXkSCCwFYXM/s1600-h/gladiator.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029544403107837330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RcyH_KlL9ZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FXkSCCwFYXM/s320/gladiator.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forbidden Love:Bad Boys &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terri Pray, Brenna Lyons, C.J. England, Brenda Williamson, Ally Blue, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://FantasticDreams.50megs.com"&gt;Sapphire Phelan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Astrid Cooper, Rian Monaire and Phylis Sullivan. Dark Erotic Romance - &lt;strong&gt;For Mature Audiences Only!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issue One- Bad Boys.&lt;/strong&gt; They are the men who catch our eyes, the rogues, the dangerous dark lovers we¿d never take home to our parents. The ones who provide a source of fantasy for dark nights alone, or shared with understanding friends. We shouldn¿t want them, we know better, yet we can¿t look away. Welcome to the world of Bad Boys. Vampires, Gladiators, Pirates and more wait for you within the pages of Forbidden Love. Each story features unique artwork by artists Richard Savage, Veronica Jones, Mates Laurentiu, Carrie Hall, Diana Stien and Thom Scott.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.genreconnections.com/shop/"&gt;Genre Connection &lt;/a&gt;or &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Forbidden-Love-Bad-Boys/dp/1934153141/sr=1-1/qid=1169420587/ref=sr_1_1/103-4820911-4322244?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-5488719746926628024?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5488719746926628024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5488719746926628024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/forbidden-love-bad-boys.html' title='Forbidden Love: Bad Boys'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RcyH_KlL9ZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FXkSCCwFYXM/s72-c/gladiator.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-3330425302163589663</id><published>2007-02-07T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T16:59:05.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTINUUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rcp0zZ8HH0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/-LVl-wbZ3Ug/s1600-h/portia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028960360397741890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rcp0zZ8HH0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/-LVl-wbZ3Ug/s320/portia.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continuum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://wendyportia.blogspot.com"&gt;Portia Da Costa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wild. Dark. Erotic. Kinky.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;With a happily ever after...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When financial executive Joanna Darrell loses her temper with a client it sets in motion a chain of erotic events beyond her wildest most fevered imaginings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At work Joanna is feisty, capable and supremely confident in her abilities, but when she takes a forced sabbatical she quickly discovers a new and shocking side to her sensual nature. She's a sexual submissive, and who better to guide her, coax her and initiate her than the sybaritic members of the mysterious society of the Continuum. The more she samples, the more she likes, and she's soon hurtling headlong towards the very heart of this exotic association of hedonists and devotees of erotic power-play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fascinated by the idea that the Master of the Continuum has singled her out for his special attentions, Joanna still finds herself falling in love with her naughty 'boy next door' fellow worker, Kevin Steel - who might be a computer geek but who still finds time for sensual experiments of his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How far can Joanna go? How much will she learn? Who will she choose? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ISBN%3D0352331208/wendywootton0e"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt; (U.S.A) and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/0352331208/wendywootton"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt; (U.K.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portiadacosta.com/continuum.html"&gt;Excerpt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-3330425302163589663?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3330425302163589663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3330425302163589663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/continuum.html' title='CONTINUUM'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rcp0zZ8HH0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/-LVl-wbZ3Ug/s72-c/portia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-2436125417669012252</id><published>2007-02-07T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T16:46:51.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossamer Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rcpy6Z8HHzI/AAAAAAAAALo/i-KNrRZkuMc/s1600-h/Gossamersmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028958281633570610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rcpy6Z8HHzI/AAAAAAAAALo/i-KNrRZkuMc/s320/Gossamersmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gossamer Wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.annewhitfield.com"&gt;Anne Whitfield&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace Woodruff, the backbone of her troubled family, finds that its disintegration and the return of a lost love strains her emotional stability and sends her on a journey to discover a new path that, along the way, makes her re-evaluate exactly what it is she wants and how she can achieve it, but what will it cost her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/koljb"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-2436125417669012252?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2436125417669012252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2436125417669012252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/gossamer-wings_07.html' title='Gossamer Wings'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rcpy6Z8HHzI/AAAAAAAAALo/i-KNrRZkuMc/s72-c/Gossamersmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-7969852139454187405</id><published>2007-02-06T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:06:42.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rcklu58HHwI/AAAAAAAAALA/ewb4X1bFS60/s1600-h/glass.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028591946693025538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rcklu58HHwI/AAAAAAAAALA/ewb4X1bFS60/s320/glass.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glass Magic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.debbiemumford.com"&gt;Debbie Mumford&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(A Duet of Tangy Short Stories) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ghost in the Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Interior Designer Maureen McBride never expected to get a faery when she ordered antique Irish glass for the windows of the mansion she's decorating, but if he doesn't kill her first, the trickster's games may just give her the greatest gift of her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red's Bower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Famed violinist Raymond O'Connor came to Flynn's Bed and Breakfast seeking sanctuary to prepare for an important concert, but a night in Red's Bower leads to the biggest decision of his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.freyasbower.com/content/view/51/86/"&gt;Freya's Bower&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-7969852139454187405?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/7969852139454187405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/7969852139454187405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/glass-magic.html' title='Glass Magic'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rcklu58HHwI/AAAAAAAAALA/ewb4X1bFS60/s72-c/glass.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-5265423063422157006</id><published>2007-02-06T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T16:59:39.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watchers in the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RckkYZ8HHvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LsIWDgnVHu0/s1600-h/jennablack.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028590460634341106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RckkYZ8HHvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LsIWDgnVHu0/s200/jennablack.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watchers in the Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="www.JennaBlack.com"&gt;Jenna Black&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vampires. They hunt in every major city, hidden by the crowds, shielded by disbelief. They are Killers, and their prey is human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all vampires are Killers. The Guardians of the Night sacrifice the superior physical and psychic strength that comes with feeding on humans to protect them. But the Guardians walk a thin line, for even a single kill could leave them helplessly addicted to murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When detective-turned-P.I. Carolyn Mathers was left at the altar, she never once thought her fiancé had been turned into a vampire. Two years later, Gray reappears, bringing murder, mystery, and an unbelievable tale of Guardians, blood-thirsty Killers, and his own transformation with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's been accused of murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A first-rate P.I., Carolyn is determined to help. Gray won't allow what he is now to taint her--but Carolyn vows never to let him go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will helping Gray mean becoming a creature of the night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Watchers-Night-Jenna-Black/dp/0765354519/sr=8-1/qid=1166069192/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-1493571-7433615?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-5265423063422157006?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5265423063422157006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5265423063422157006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/watchers-in-night.html' title='Watchers in the Night'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RckkYZ8HHvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LsIWDgnVHu0/s72-c/jennablack.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-4302049021759344342</id><published>2007-02-06T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T16:57:25.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jason Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rckjp58HHuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Obu1eFlReLM/s1600-h/amelia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028589661770424034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rckjp58HHuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Obu1eFlReLM/s200/amelia.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Jason Factor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.ameliajune.net"&gt;Amelia June&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jen and Katya are roommates on a mission—cure Katya’s writer’s block in the next sixteen hours, or Katya will have nothing to submit to her editor. There’s only one problem. Jason Bell, the hero of Katya’s stories, refuses to behave himself with the female lead character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping to banish Jason's attitude, Jen devises an experiment to tap Katya’s unconscious mind and free her of her block. However, Jen gets more than she bargained for when the sexy Jason Bell is delivered right into her living room! Can she turn the tables on Jason and write a hot scene of her own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.venuspress.com/catalog/books/thejasonfactor.htm"&gt;Venus Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-4302049021759344342?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4302049021759344342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4302049021759344342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/jason-factor.html' title='The Jason Factor'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rckjp58HHuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Obu1eFlReLM/s72-c/amelia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-5604622383811217206</id><published>2007-02-05T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:10:40.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RavenDove</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RcfVF58HHrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MWvg5Boz7KU/s1600-h/ravendove.bmp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028221806411456178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RcfVF58HHrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MWvg5Boz7KU/s400/ravendove.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; RavenDove&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://uk.geocities.com/joannewalpolewriter"&gt;Joanne Walpole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the raven of darkness turn into the white dove of peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sixteen, Vivien Clinton lives in fear of her abusive uncle who is set on making sure she doesn’t follow in her mother's footsteps. Gabe Johnson is a stranger in town, injured and on the run from a posse. A chance meeting changes their lives forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nineteen, Viv finds herself alone following the death of her uncle. She grasps the opportunity for a new beginning on her terms. Refusing marriage to a violent man is only the first step. To gain the freedom of her heart, Viv must confront her fears and prejudices, expose a past she never imagined, and prevent a climactic confrontation between brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://whiskeycreekpress.com/authors/Joanne_Walpole.shtml"&gt;Whiskey Creek Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-5604622383811217206?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5604622383811217206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5604622383811217206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/ravendove.html' title='RavenDove'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RcfVF58HHrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MWvg5Boz7KU/s72-c/ravendove.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-5901318671862852593</id><published>2007-02-05T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T16:59:51.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spirit of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RcfSnp8HHqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dzo1LOFrlSM/s1600-h/christmas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028219087697157794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RcfSnp8HHqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dzo1LOFrlSM/s400/christmas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Spirit of Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="www.cindykgreen.com"&gt;Cindy Green&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends…the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart, yet stubborn, Kathryn wants more than anything to be a serious reporter, even to the detriment of her personal life. Her best friend, easygoing coworker Nick, realizes she has lost her Christmas spirit, and he is determined to help her find it again. And maybe in the process, she’ll find him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the pair is assigned to work together on a story covering the toy drive for the downtown children’s home, Kathryn begins to receive anonymous gifts from a Secret Santa. But will any of this really make a difference in Kathryn? And what happens when she begins to fall for her Secret Santa, making Nick jealous? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.fictionwise.com/eBooks/eBook42454.htm?cached"&gt;Fictionwise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-5901318671862852593?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5901318671862852593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5901318671862852593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/spirit-of-christmas.html' title='The Spirit of Christmas'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RcfSnp8HHqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dzo1LOFrlSM/s72-c/christmas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-2847081136039041382</id><published>2007-02-04T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T05:43:05.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dipped in Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RcXhbJ8HHmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/75eQNnxbXDw/s1600-h/dipped_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027672415669788258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RcXhbJ8HHmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/75eQNnxbXDw/s320/dipped_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dipped in Chocolate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.reneelukenovels.com"&gt;Renee Luke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAL / Signet&lt;br /&gt;ISBN: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/0451220315?tag=sylvidaysensu-20&amp;creative=373489&amp;amp;camp=211189&amp;link_code=as3&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0451220315" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;0451220315&lt;/a&gt; (trade paperback)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romance has never been as temptingly sweet as it is in this trio of erotic treats from an author who knows how to seduce…and deliver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In&lt;em&gt; Gimme Some Sugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;…Jackson never realized how much he loved his best friend Alexis—until her wedding day was on the horizon. Now all he has to do is convince her that their harmless kissing games over the years weren’t so harmless after all. In fact, they may end up breaking his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In&lt;em&gt; 4 U Sweetheart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;…Toni never imagined that a night of speed-dating could lead to something serious. But three minutes with the hunk of her dreams changed that. Especially after he slipped her a candy heart that said “Pick Me”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In &lt;em&gt;Dipped in Chocolate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;…Nathan wants a special delicacy for his sister’s bridal shower. He finds it in Jayla, the owner of a decadent chocolate shop. As hot as she is, Jayla’s not looking for a fling. As hot as he’s getting, Nathan may have to abandon his bachelor ways for a piece of chocolate that’s a little more solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Stars&lt;/strong&gt; “Luke cuts right to the chase in these three spicy novellas with interconnected stories. A common thread is the intense passion each couple inspires. If you like quick, hot and sexy reads, you’ll definitely enjoy this anthology.” Leigh Rowlings, Romantic Times Book Reviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Necklaces&lt;/strong&gt; “Renee Luke’s three stirring entries in the most excellent Dipped in Chocolate will leave even an ice statue sizzling. There is fine, high-quality romance, there is love, there is sweets, and yes, reader, there is most definitely all the steaming and inventive erotica one could ask for. Run, do not walk, to your nearest outlet and buy this book!” Annie, Euro-Reviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.5 Lips&lt;/strong&gt; “Dipped in Chocolate by Renee Luke is sinfully delicious and very satisfying. I thoroughly enjoyed all three decadent stories and know that I will never eat another candy heart with out thinking of 4 U Sweetheart. I loved the way the three tales are brought together not just with the common thread of a candy theme but by the characters from the previous story. As one story rolled into the next, I was completely captivated by the characters and storyline.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you have a sweet tooth or not I would highly recommend that Dipped in Chocolate be on your must-read list. I look forward to reading more work from the very talented Ms. Luke!” Susan, Two Lips Reviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Stars&lt;/strong&gt; “These three entertaining novellas will educate readers on all the practical use of chocolate (thank goodness I am not diabetic) with fully developed instructors providing delightful sweet tooth and more usage. Renee Luke provides three delicious tales that go beyond just CHOCOLATE KISSES” Harriet Klausner, A reviewer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dipped-Chocolate-Renee-Luke/dp/0451220315/sr=1-1/qid=1170567509/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-9923547-1047146?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-2847081136039041382?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2847081136039041382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/2847081136039041382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/dipped-in-chocolate.html' title='Dipped in Chocolate'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RcXhbJ8HHmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/75eQNnxbXDw/s72-c/dipped_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-3052103549594865168</id><published>2007-02-03T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T05:31:58.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brides and Bouquets 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i298/BabeKing/Bridesforblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contributing author: Lyndell King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janie is at her wit’s end trying to shepherd her twin sister past monumental pre-wedding jitters. Just two days before the fairytale wedding, the flower girl has chickenpox, there’s vomit on the imported Italian napkins, and the bride’s sunburned face is a peeling pomegranate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As problems multiply, latent sibling rivalries surface. Janie enlists the hunky Best Man’s help, but his insight into the sisterly tensions proves more than Janie can cope with. Can she overcome the hurdles to salvage her sisterly bond, snag the best man’s affections and survive the ill-fated wedding, all while wearing a pink meringue bridesmaid’s dress? Even Superman didn’t have it this rough, and he wore his undies on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.bygracepublishing.com/"&gt;By Grace Publishing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-3052103549594865168?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3052103549594865168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3052103549594865168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/brides-and-bouquets-2006.html' title='Brides and Bouquets 2006'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-6918818071369296186</id><published>2007-02-01T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T05:16:42.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream &amp; Desires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RcHkwp8HHhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qxIJ-Wkx1EM/s1600-h/dreamsdesiresweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026550183665016338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RcHkwp8HHhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qxIJ-Wkx1EM/s320/dreamsdesiresweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW READING ROMANCE CAN SUPPORT A WORTHY CAUSE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that 95% of abuse victims are women? Every year four million women are assaulted by their spouses or partners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freya's Bower Publishing is hoping to do a small part to break the cycle of abuse. On February 1, &lt;a href="http://www.freyasbower.com/content/view/132/1/"&gt;DREAMS &amp; DESIRES: A COLLECTION OF ROMANCE AND EROTIC TALES &lt;/a&gt;will be available. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This anthology features short stories in a variety of romance subgenres from 19 talented authors. The stories range from sweet to sizzling.Not only did the authors contribute their stories to this anthology, but all the editing and cover art were also donated. All net proceeds - that's 100% of the profit - from the sales of the anthology will go directly to a battered women's shelter in Florida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There have been other anthologies published for charity in the past, but most of those have only donated a portion of their profits. With DREAMS &amp;amp; DESIRES, every penny of profit goes to help women and children in dire circumstances.Please help make a difference by purchasing a copy of DREAMS &amp; DESIRES. As an added bonus to contributing to such a worthy cause, you'll be rewarded with 19 great short stories by some of today's rising authors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Forest for the Trees" by Jenna Bayley-Burke (sweet; contemporary)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Song Without Words" by Faith Bicknell-Brown (sweet; contemporary)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Love @ First Site" by Amanda Brice (sweet; chick lit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Christmas Prize" by Sela Carsen (sweet; contemporary)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Romance for One" by Rachelle Chase (spicy; chick lit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Confessions of a Bombshell Bandit" by Gemma Halliday (sweet; chick lit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Velvet Mask" by Candace Havens (sweet; contemporary)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Road of Misgivings" by Zinnia Hope (sweet; contemporary)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"To the Core" by Jackie Kessler (tangy; paranormal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Taking the Alleys" by Susan Lyons (sweet; contemporary)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Brushstrokes" by Richelle Mead (spicy; historical paranormal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Red's Merry Mischief" by Debbie Mumford (tangy; fantasy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Baring It All For Mr. Right" by Rhonda Stapleton (sweet; chick lit)&lt;br /&gt;"The Wedding Policy" by Bebe Thomas (sweet; historical)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Blood and Feathers" by Emily Veinglory (sizzling; M/M paranormal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Mirror" by Sasha White (sizzling; contemporary)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Reluctant Bridesmaid" by Lois Winston (sweet; chick lit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Forge: Jezren Dark Sky" by Shaunna Wolf (tangy; sci-fi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Secret Valentines" by Kit Wylde (sweet; contemporary) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DREAMS &amp; DESIRES is available as an eBook for $7.99 (ISBN: 1-934069-36- 1), apaperback (ISBN: 1-934069-22- 1) for $19.95, and a hard cover (ISBN:1-934069- 23-X) for $29.95. The paperback and hardcover are available fromBarnes &amp;amp; Noble online. The books and the eBook are also available through Freya's Bower atwww.freyasbower. com. The book is also being sold at Borders anddistributed by Ingrams. If your local bookstore doesn't have it, they'll beable to order it for you. Just give them the title and the ISBN number.Together, we CAN make a difference!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-6918818071369296186?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6918818071369296186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6918818071369296186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/dream-desires.html' title='Dream &amp; Desires'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RcHkwp8HHhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qxIJ-Wkx1EM/s72-c/dreamsdesiresweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-5995473239573776486</id><published>2007-01-30T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T09:42:00.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripped</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rb947qz1QrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GXG6GuagYa4/s1600-h/strippedweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025868675668066994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rb947qz1QrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GXG6GuagYa4/s200/strippedweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stripped&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://rhondastapleton.authorsabode.com/"&gt;Rhonda Stapleton &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanda Thomson, a web designer dissatisfied with her dull life, finds out that Jake Waters, the talentless stripper at the consolation party her friends threw for her when she lost out on a management promotion, got the job she wanted — no, deserved.&lt;br /&gt;Jake just relocated from Chicago and only stripped to his skivvies at Amanda's party as a favor for a friend. He's a workaholic single dad, trying to balance work demands while caring for his eight-year-old daughter...and chafing beneath his pushy mother's influence.&lt;br /&gt;The power struggles and sexual tension increase when Amanda and Jake are forced to work together at a tech conference, and then on an important client's project. Amanda struggles to believe in her own self-worth. Jake struggles to learn how to balance work and home responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;And both struggle to get what they want and need from a relationship with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.freyasbower.com/content/view/139/1/"&gt;Freya's Bower&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-5995473239573776486?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5995473239573776486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5995473239573776486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/01/stripped.html' title='Stripped'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rb947qz1QrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GXG6GuagYa4/s72-c/strippedweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-4917105041491906910</id><published>2007-01-29T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T14:00:51.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-8e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=288230376154655374&amp;amp;site=widget-8e.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 475px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each available now from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fobidden Publications&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sela Carsen: &lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/book_pages/the_virgin_courtesan.html"&gt;The Virgin Courtesan &lt;/a&gt;(historical; sensual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy Dawn: &lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/book_pages/the_apple_of_his_eye.html"&gt;The Apple of His Eye &lt;/a&gt;(contemporary; mainstream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisabeth Drake: &lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/book_pages/wasting_the_dawn.html"&gt;Wasting the Dawn &lt;/a&gt;(dark paranormal; carnal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ England: &lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/book_pages/angel_eyes_and_demon_lies.html"&gt;Angel Eyes and Demon Lies &lt;/a&gt;(carnal paranormal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayna Hart: &lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/book_pages/wings_of_love.html"&gt;Wings of Love &lt;/a&gt;(fantasy; mainstream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loribelle Hunt: &lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/book_pages/be_mine.html"&gt;Be Mine &lt;/a&gt;(contemporary; sensual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal Jordan: &lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/book_pages/twice_in_a_blue_moon.html"&gt;Twice in a Blue Moon &lt;/a&gt;(paranormal; carnal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Leeland: &lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/book_pages/naughty_notions.html"&gt;Naughty Notions &lt;/a&gt;(contemporary; carnal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT Schultz: &lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/book_pages/cupids_target.html"&gt;Cupid's Target &lt;/a&gt;(paranormal; sensual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelli Stevens: &lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/book_pages/cabin_fever.html"&gt;Cabin Fever &lt;/a&gt;(contemporary; carnal)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-4917105041491906910?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4917105041491906910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4917105041491906910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/01/sela-carsen-virgin-courtesan-historical.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-7691683496916985236</id><published>2007-01-25T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:12:12.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mating Call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;by Emily Ryan-Davis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r51/princess_arp/promo-cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cora Phillips has witchcraft in her blood, but she's convinced she inherited the recessive rather than the dominant trait. Her mother and sister are the real heiresses to the Lune tradition; Cora has neither the interest nor the inclination to take up the Dragonkeeper mantle. Years ago, she left the New York City Witch lifestyle to the other women in her family, and said goodbye to all the velvet and lace. However, during a moment of insomnia-induced insanity, she agrees to come back to celebrate Christmas/Winter Solstice with her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes as a shock to all three women when Cora, through clumsy fumblings to "get in touch with her goddess" at her sister's urging, calls a pair of ancient dragons into her meditation circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cora swears it's a mistake. Her mother swears it's the correct course of events. Eventually, every Dragonkeeper issues the call to mate. Problem is, nobody expected Cora to summon even a single dragon, let alone two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long, the dragons' guardians come knocking, literally, and ruin any hope of politely apologizing and returning the creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, visit &lt;a href="http://www.freyasbower.com"&gt;Freya's Bower&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-7691683496916985236?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/7691683496916985236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/7691683496916985236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/01/mating-call-by-emily-ryan-davis-cora.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-9121090162987464969</id><published>2007-01-25T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:05:37.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How About Tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/images/covers/HowAboutTomorrow_wrp129_150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand" height="165" alt="" src="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/images/covers/HowAboutTomorrow_wrp129_150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How about Tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.jennabayley-burke.blogspot.com"&gt;Jenna Bayley-Burke &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack hasn’t been out on a date since his wife’s death five years ago. Even his teenage daughter thinks it’s time he finally go on a blind date brokered by his sister-in-law. Jack’s unsure, until he meets Maria. She’s as timid as he is at first, but the more they talk the more they realize they should see each other again, and again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://secured.thewildrosepress.com/catalog/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=331"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/images/covers/InSilhouette_wrp109_150.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-9121090162987464969?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/9121090162987464969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/9121090162987464969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-about-tomorrow.html' title='How About Tomorrow?'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-4457654442350036472</id><published>2007-01-25T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T12:57:33.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbkZcqz1QmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/eVq3vFuWYaM/s1600-h/product_113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024074839627219554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbkZcqz1QmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/eVq3vFuWYaM/s320/product_113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet Surrender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Pamela Marshall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Steele, dark, mysterious, and handsome as sin, is certain that he doesn’t deserve nor would he enjoy love. He lives in his mansion, taking care of his disabled sister, and doesn’t let anybody knock down the wall that surrounds him. When he hires a woman to help him with Kendra, the newcomer intrigues him from the start. It disturbs him, but since he’s always in control, he’s certain he can curb his strong attraction to her. Giving in would be dangerous territory for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel MacKenzie is brave, feisty and intelligent. Having just escaped, after being kidnapped by her ex, she takes the first job she can get, a caregiver to Matthew’s teenage sister. Rachel needs time to heal, and is both surprised and frightened by her strong attraction to this tall, silent man who isolates himself from the world. There’s something about him that touches her soul…and fuels her desire. But can she reach him? Is it even a good idea to try? Men are pigs…Two people who want nothing to do with love fall in love. Will they give in to their feelings or deny them, even as they burn for one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="www.lindenbayromance.com"&gt;Linden Bay Romance &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-4457654442350036472?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4457654442350036472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4457654442350036472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/01/sweet-surrender.html' title='Sweet Surrender'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbkZcqz1QmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/eVq3vFuWYaM/s72-c/product_113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-3493723972304463774</id><published>2007-01-25T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T12:47:55.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerulean Skye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbkW0qz1QlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XYfkqTFEeVU/s1600-h/CeruleanSkye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024071953409196626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbkW0qz1QlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XYfkqTFEeVU/s320/CeruleanSkye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cerulean Skye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by R. Pia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skye Clearwater is devoted and diligent in every aspect of her life, especially when it comes to the people she loves. The galaxy is at war again. Skye’s father is called back to active duty by the Cerulean Brotherhood. When all communication with him ceases after a few mooncycles, Skye decides to join the conflict to search him out. Young Skye is thrust into the complexities of real life and galactic war. Skye is captured by the warring Hegemony and has to use her wits, skills, and powers to save herself and her love ones. What Skye doesn’t expect to find in the midst of chaos, is her soul’s reflection in another. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.silksvault.com/booktitles/CeruleanSkye.htm"&gt;Silks Vault&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-3493723972304463774?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3493723972304463774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/3493723972304463774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/01/cerulean-skye-by-r.html' title='Cerulean Skye'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbkW0qz1QlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XYfkqTFEeVU/s72-c/CeruleanSkye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-5448554202057868774</id><published>2007-01-25T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T12:49:08.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NbrMEqnBPco/RasCwq2eHII/AAAAAAAAABU/SO_1DTRqzt8/s1600-h/unexpected-sml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020109244794281090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NbrMEqnBPco/RasCwq2eHII/AAAAAAAAABU/SO_1DTRqzt8/s320/unexpected-sml.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something Unexpected&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Miranda Heart&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: &lt;a href="http://www.freyasbower.com"&gt;Freya's Bower 2006 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice doesn't understand her new found feelings for pain and pleasure until she meets the Marquis de Sade. As hard as she tries to deny her feelings, the Marquis and what he can do to her continues to excite Beatrice. Finally, she devises a scheme to get him alone. By the end of the night, she's sated but disappointed that she can't share her new tastes with her betrothed and must keep it a secret. Having had a taste of what she really needs, how can she endure a long, boring marriage? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-5448554202057868774?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5448554202057868774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/5448554202057868774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/01/something-unexpected.html' title='Something Unexpected'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NbrMEqnBPco/RasCwq2eHII/AAAAAAAAABU/SO_1DTRqzt8/s72-c/unexpected-sml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-6189170185583875057</id><published>2007-01-25T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T12:49:26.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up in Flames</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbkE36z1QkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/y_PiHpkczAo/s1600-h/UpInFlames300X454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024052218034471490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbkE36z1QkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/y_PiHpkczAo/s320/UpInFlames300X454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Up In Flames&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.embersinclair.com"&gt;Ember Sinclair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat Ashbrook has two things on her mind—catching a murderer and sexy new boss, Connor Mercer. She never expected his come-hither looks, but she’s betting she can resist if she keeps her mind on the job. Too bad a prank leads to her surrender and possibly their deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available from &lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Cobblestone Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-6189170185583875057?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6189170185583875057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/6189170185583875057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/01/up-in-flames.html' title='Up in Flames'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbkE36z1QkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/y_PiHpkczAo/s72-c/UpInFlames300X454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-79947303039023073</id><published>2007-01-24T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T04:22:22.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Time, Another Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbdN8az1QjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QbptD3MG5Wc/s1600-h/Another_Time__Another_Place_Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023569609739289138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbdN8az1QjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QbptD3MG5Wc/s320/Another_Time__Another_Place_Cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another Time, Another Place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://tsueversteeg.com/index.html"&gt;T. Sue Versteeg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tessa Garrett has had less than an interesting life.  Forgotten and abandoned as a child, her life consisted of foster homes and self-reliance.  Her only escape from reality was her dreams.  Dreams of a castle she thought only existed there…until she woke up in it’s midst, in the Thirteenth Century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Bartholomew Hadley found no time for love, unless it was necessary to lure the opposite sex into his chamber.  As impending lord of his castle, Eric was being forced to marry a shrew at his father’s final request.  Knowing the loveless union would only be to provide his castle with a lady and an heir, he agreed to the upcoming marriage and thought little of it…until he found Tessa in his courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can true love overcome all odds and bridge the gap of eight centuries? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.porttownpublishing.com/"&gt;Port Town Publishing &lt;/a&gt;and available now from &lt;a href="http://http://www.amazon.com/Another-Time-Place-Sue-VerSteeg/dp/1594660956/sr=8-1/qid=1169607771/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-8182706-5102223?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-79947303039023073?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/79947303039023073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/79947303039023073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-time-another-place.html' title='Another Time, Another Place'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbdN8az1QjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QbptD3MG5Wc/s72-c/Another_Time__Another_Place_Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-4998748829549853273</id><published>2007-01-23T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T13:16:40.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>September Heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbZ6n6z1QiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ln2xv-1CDjI/s1600-h/september_heat__128_x_196_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023337260598510114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbZ6n6z1QiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ln2xv-1CDjI/s320/september_heat__128_x_196_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;September Heat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.dianacastilleja.com/"&gt;Diana Castilleja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose St. Johns is getting kicked out of New York, trying to stay one step ahead of an overzealous fan that the police and her agent aren't above labeling stalker, although the last place she would expect them to send her is Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furious with her situation, fear is something she is slow to admit to. But circumstances don't allow her to be ambivalent for long when she is tracked to her hideaway. Her only hope lies in a man she knew as a boy, whose secrets could be dangerous, and are his alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/book_pages/september_heat.html"&gt;Forbidden Publications&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-4998748829549853273?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4998748829549853273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4998748829549853273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/01/september-heat.html' title='September Heat'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbZ6n6z1QiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ln2xv-1CDjI/s72-c/september_heat__128_x_196_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-1604381633354103714</id><published>2007-01-23T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:25:34.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairies &amp; Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbZSj6z1QYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N9vuUTkj1X4/s1600-h/Fairies&amp;Wishes300x454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023293211413922178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbZSj6z1QYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N9vuUTkj1X4/s320/Fairies%26Wishes300x454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fairies &amp; Wishes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.karenwritesromance.com"&gt;Karen Erickson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily is a holiday fairy, but this Christmas season she’s given a new assignment – teach a lonely doctor how to love again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim finds the holidays depressing and always throws himself into his work to forget the pain. One night he runs into a beautiful redhead and knocks her to the ground. His new patient is a little odd, but totally sexy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts a relationship with the mysterious Lily but things don’t add up. Is she what she seems? Does he want to fall in love with a woman he knows nothing about? Oh, yes he does…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/fairiesandwishes.htm"&gt;Cobblestone Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Note:  This is one of my all-time favorite covers ever!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-1604381633354103714?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1604381633354103714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/1604381633354103714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/01/fairies-wishes.html' title='Fairies &amp; Wishes'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbZSj6z1QYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N9vuUTkj1X4/s72-c/Fairies%26Wishes300x454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989783697954326458.post-4912724496505754774</id><published>2007-01-23T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:12:05.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbZPn6z1QXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/E6vaNvUSj88/s1600-h/dream_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023289981598515570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbZPn6z1QXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/E6vaNvUSj88/s320/dream_man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dream Man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.kelleyvitollo.com/"&gt;Kelley Vitollo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie has the same dream every night. She dreams of a man with black hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and magical hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dream becomes reality and she comes face to face with her dream man, will life begin to emulate fantasy? Will he be everything she imagined and more? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/book_pages/dream_man.html"&gt;Forbidden Publications&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989783697954326458-4912724496505754774?l=divabookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4912724496505754774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989783697954326458/posts/default/4912724496505754774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divabookshelf.blogspot.com/2007/01/dream-man.html' title='Dream Man'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/RbZPn6z1QXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/E6vaNvUSj88/s72-c/dream_man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
