HE MEETS HIS MATCH.
SHE MEETS HER MASTER.

Art gallery curator Joy Montgomery has never liked her body’s generous curves. And she’s always been too shy to explore her wild side. But tonight, everything is going to change…Desperate to save her job, Joy approaches bad-boy artist Ash Hunter and asks him to exhibit his erotic work at her gallery. Ash agrees on one condition: Joy must pose as his model. But business soon turns to pleasure, as Joy experiences a passion beyond her wildest imaginings and Ash finds more than just inspiration in his voluptuous new muse.

“Coming” February 1, 2010 from Grand Central Publishing

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BROKEN by Shiloh Walker This is an except from her upcoming novel and i CAN’T WAIT, i mean just check out this one line if you don’t want to read the entire except:

The last thing Quinn needed to be around was another lost soul, not when he still struggled to find his own.

Doesn’t that just make you want to *swoon*?

I have been VERY lucky indeed to receive an ARC copy of Lynn Viehl’s latest book Shadowlight. I can’t wait to read it! I absolutely love her books and i’m very excited to see what this new series is like. For those who don’t know what i’m talking about, here’s the info:

With a single touch, Jessa Bellamy can see anyone’s darkest secrets. She’s tried to hide her psychic ability from everyone, but a biotech company called GenHance has discovered her talent, and intends to take her, kill her and harvest her priceless DNA to sell it to the highest bidder.

A mysterious photographer named Gaven Matthias is also interested in Jessa; he’s been trying to find her for months. When GenHance makes their move, Gaven has no choice but to kidnap Jessa himself so he can protect her and convince her to join him in helping protect others like her. Jessa discovers that she can’t see any of Gaven’s secrets, so she doesn’t know if he’s telling the truth, but as a monstrous assassin created by GenHance’s experiments closes in on them, she must decide if the strong attraction they share is proof enough that Gaven is her greatest ally — or is a smokescreen hiding a terrible secret.

You can find a pre-order link to the book on the following links. here and here

Hello! this is my first time doing “Excerpt Monday,” a scheme that my good friends on the Divas came up with to show off some of your work every first monday of the month. So, without further ado, here is my contrabution.

Tea Break.

Poetry should be a musical
thing, like music should be
physical. A complicated
dance, a flair of perfection,
a concise blending of two
worlds. A triumph of wit
but with a songlike sound,
an imagining of epic
proportions with a haunted
melody, or a joyful burble
of noises joined together
through the nonsense of language.

It’s just a pity my orchestra is on a tea break.

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This is one of my favourite poems (that i’ve written) because it is so unintentionally good. I wrote it in a Poetry class in University because i couldn’t think of a poem to write. I think it’s one of my best ones now

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Primal Thrill

Graceful but deadly. Pacing back and forth, a fluid motion. Grunts and roars of frustration hang in the air. One thick sheet of glass between predator and possible prey. One looks mournful, the other fascinated. Endlessly marking the perimeter of his diminutive kingdom.

This is no great lion of the Serengeti, but a captured force, held in the frozen lands of a zoo far from home. Where people pay to act like paparazzi and look on meekly, denying his misery.

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I wrote this poem after a trip to a zoo not far from where i live. It was quite the experience for me as i got to be up close and personal with these amazing lions, literally seperated by that thin sheet of glass mentioned in the poem. i was so deeply affected by it that i had to write a poem. This style is called a “prose poem” but you could equally call it flash fiction. the only difference is the poetic inflection (or so i was taught )

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The Museum

Marbled floor and vaulted ceilings,
brass handled doors too heavy to move.
The constant murmur of voices
surge and ebb like the sea. Flocks
of school children run and gawk,
as music swells while coffee cups clink.

There are many things to see here,
Like a Meteorite polished by the touch
of many small fingers,
and the bones of a mighty mammoth
- a spectre of the past.
And a gallery of priceless art,
staring into an empty room.

The bones of our ancestors,
the rough cut gems of the earth,
the icons of worship,
they all reside in this temple of antiquity.
The only flash of modern life resides
with the visitors themselves
as they wearily make their way out of the past
And into the modern light of day.

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Anyone who knows me well knows that i spend a LOT of time in my local museum. It is one of my favourite places to go and think, and to go and research things. There are so many amazing things that people just don’t even think about in a museum. I wrote this poem to reflect that and hopefully i’ve done it right. Too many people my age have no iterest in the past, which is a shame because it is what shapes our futures.

Thank you for visiting and i hope you enjoyed my poetry! after the Jump is the links to the other participants of this amazing venture so do me a favour and go visit a few.

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