I'm so pleased to have been asked to help introduce this brand new Erotic BDSM series written by fellow author, Julie Shelton. Julie has been on the blog before highlighting her Sarah series and now she's branched out to something new. I hope you enjoy reading a little bit about the Doms of Passion Lake.
INTRODUCING THE DOMS OF PASSION LAKE
BRAND
NEW EROTIC BDSM SERIES
BY
JULIE SHELTON
Virginia is for
lovers. Passion Lake is for…kinky
lovers. Welcome to Passion Lake, a town
owned and operated by a group of ex-Navy SEALs.
A town where they are free to live their kinky lifestyles without fear
of interference or censure.
A group of
former SEAL teammates get together and buy the derelict, bankrupt town of
Porterfield, Virginia, along with thirteen square miles of surrounding land,
and turn it into the thriving tourist destination of Passion Lake,
Virginia. Located in the foothills of
the Blue Ridge Mountains, the town boasts not only the large, deep-water lake
from which it derives its name, but also farmland, grazing land, a couple of
creeks, scenic trails, and a World War I era airfield. The amenities offered include a lodge with
cabins, camping, boating, fishing, horseback riding, hiking, a main street
featuring both quirky and elegant little shops, and excellent restaurants. Passion Lake is around 30 miles down the road
from Marshall’s Creek, where Jesse Colter, Adam Sinclair, and Sarah Marshall,
the heroes and heroine of Loving Sarah,
Owning Sarah, and Keeping Sarah live.
Many of the Doms
of Passion Lake were minor characters in my three books about Jesse, Adam, and
Sarah. Along with many of my readers, I
felt they deserved books of their own. So,
if you’re curious about what happened to Clay “Raven” Nighthorse, Nik “Iceman”
Rostov, Jay “Dizzy” Gillespie, Ted “Solo” Solomon and all the other hot hunky
former SEALs, you’ll find out in this new series, The Doms of Passion
Lake. The first book in the series is Passion’s Dream.
PASSION’S DREAM – BLURB
When Clay
“Raven” Nighthorse is offered a job as bodyguard to a woman being stalked by
her vengeful ex, he’s ready to turn it down.
Until he discovers that she is the woman he met on a beach three years
ago. The woman with whom he felt an
instant connection. The woman who has
been haunting his dreams ever since.
Leah Stanhope
has never forgotten the day she surprised her husband in bed with another
woman. Nor has she forgotten the
kindness and compassion of the complete stranger who’d simply held her in his
arms and let her cry herself out on a public beach. She despairs of ever seeing him again until
fate brings them together in a conflagration of desire and smoking hot
passion. Can Clay convince Leah to risk her
heart? And when her stalker finds her,
will Clay be able to stop him in time?
ADULT
EXCERPT
Lifting his
hand, he placed his fingertips against her cheek.
She jerked her
head away, but otherwise couldn’t move.
It was as if she’d been turned to stone.
“Don’t touch me!” She’d meant it
to be an icy command, but instead it came out a choked, frightened whisper.
Ignoring her, he
sent his fingers on a journey along the line of her jaw, down the slender
column of her neck. He paused at the
base of her neck, holding the tip of his index finger over the pulse hammering
there, betraying her agitation. The
journey continued down over her collar bones, across the creamy, sloping mound
of her breast to the edge of her modest bathing suit top. When she made no move to stop him, he hooked
his forefinger into the stretchy material.
When she still didn’t move, he allowed his fingernail to scrape against
her tender flesh as he traced the outline of the fabric down to its lowest
point—the point where it stretched across the shadowed valley between her
breasts.
“Don’t—”It was a
choked whisper. She closed her eyes, but
she made no attempt to remove his hand.
She was trembling, every clamoring nerve aware of his nearness, the
potent sexuality of his hard, male body so close to hers. ‘I-I’m engaged to be married.”
“Ah, yes.” His lips twisted. “The ever-devoted fiance. Tell me, Leah,” he tugged her toward him, the
weight of his hand pulling the stretchy, jersey top outward, threatening to
release the rounded fullness of her breasts.
“Tell me about him. What’s it
like making love to an old man?”
She should have
pushed him away. She should have stepped
back—anything to put distance between them.
Except she wasn’t standing. She
was floating in the water, anchored by her elbow on the pool deck and his
finger hooked in her bikini top. Unable
to get away, she stared up at him helplessly, trapped as much by the confusion
leaping within her as she was by the sensual spell he seemed to be weaving
around her like a web.
Resting his left
elbow on the underwater shelf, he released her top and lifted his hand to shape
the back of her head, those long, lean fingers threading through the damp silk
of her hair. “Does his touch arouse
you?” Slowly, sensuously, he pulled her
toward him, closing the distance between them, until his firm, mobile mouth was
less than an inch from her own, his breath warm against her lips. “Does he set you on fire?”
The hard
contours of his body brushed tantalizingly against the softly rounded curves of
her own as the cool water undulated against them.
“Does he kiss
you like this?” Clay persisted, dropping a warm, feather-light kiss near one
corner of her trembling mouth, “like a father?
Or perhaps like an uncle or older brother, like this,” he pressed his
lips first to her cheek, then, tilting her head down, her forehead. “Or does he kiss you like a lover? Like this—”and his mouth closed over hers in
a dark, golden storm, his lips expertly parting hers to admit the probing
sweetness of his tongue.
Leah stiffened
and tried to pull away, but it was too late.
The flame ignited by his touch was all-consuming. Without volition, her arms went around his
neck, her legs circled his waist, ankles locking behind him. The sheer size of the erection pressing against
her sex made her gasp. Her belly
plummeted, sending moisture gushing out of her pussy onto the strip of fabric
that was the bottom of her two-piece.
She’d never been so aroused in her life.
Her traitorous body arched toward his, her hips grinding her sex against
his cock. She moaned into his mouth as
his arms went tightly around her back, crushing her soft breasts to his hard
chest. Locked together, they sank
beneath the surface of the water.
Instead of panicking and struggling to break free, Leah wound her arms
tightly around his neck and held on, trusting in his care of her.
Without breaking
the kiss, Clay pushed off the deep end of the pool with a powerful thrust of
his muscular legs, gliding swiftly through the water to the center of the pool,
where he could stand up. They broke the
surface still locked together, their mouths tearing apart only long enough to
drag air into their oxygen-starved lungs before crushing back together, tongues
dueling passionately.
Leah loosened
her hold on his neck, running her hands wonderingly over his shoulders and
back, savoring the power of the muscles flexing beneath his satin-smooth skin,
delighting in the heat of his body beneath the cool slickness of the pool
water. In spite of the pervading smell
of chlorine, she could still smell his clean, masculine scent. Losing all reason, she broke off the kiss to
bury her face in the side of his neck, where it curved into his shoulder,
inhaling that scent deep into her lungs.
Daringly, she put out her tongue and took a tiny lick of his warm, moist
skin. God, he tasted so good! He felt so good! She couldn’t stifle the groan that ripped
from her throat. Her hands curved around
to the back of his head, her fingers gripping the thick, wet mass of his hair,
holding his head still. She drew a
shuddering breath, trying desperately to get herself under control. This is
a mistake! This is a colossal mistake!
Passion’s Dream is
available NOW on Amazon! Only $2.99!
* * * *
Book Two of The
Doms of Passion Lake series, Passion’s
Fury, is about Caleb Rafferty and his brothers, Simon and Ash. They are triplets, all pilots, and they own
the Passion Lake airfield where they operate a popular Executive Charter
business and a helicopter sight-seeing business. In addition, Caleb is the Sheriff of Passion
Lake and Ash is a professional photographer who specializes in fetish
photography. They are looking for that
special “One”, a woman who will take on the challenge of three men and who will
thrive under their loving dominance.
PASSION’S FURY – BACK COVER BLURB
Kylie Ferrell’s
nightmare begins when she discovers her boss dead from a bullet to the
head. In less than twenty-four hours,
she endures a police interrogation, finds her boyfriend in bed with another
woman and her house explodes.
Terrified, she
does the only sensible thing. She runs. Right through broken glass.
When Simon
Rafferty finds her sleeping in her broken-down car by the side of the road near
Passion Lake, Virginia, the connection between them is instantaneous and
combustible. He recognizes her as the
woman he and his two brothers have been searching for all their lives. Their lifetime submissive. And the fact that she’s homeless, injured,
and targeted by the mob? Minor details.
Identical
triplets and former spec ops soldiers, Caleb, Simon, and Ash Rafferty are more
than capable of handling anything life throws at them. Including a sweet, sexy, lusciously curvy
woman who has sworn off all men and who is clueless about the darkness of their
needs and desires. Clueless…but
intrigued. These dominant alpha males
will do whatever it takes to get her into their bed, their hearts, their
lives…and their dungeon.
But Kylie has
secrets that put them all in deadly danger.
And when that danger catches up with her, Caleb, Simon, and Ash must
launch a desperate search to find her before she is ripped from them forever.
ADULT EXCERPT
Ash carried her
into the bathroom and set her down on the toilet. “Bathroom first,” he said with a wink,
pulling her shorts and panties down to her knees before she could utter a word
of protest, “followed by hot, naughty, nekkid sex.”
Oh, yeah.
Quickly
squeezing a roll of toothpaste onto her toothbrush, he handed it to her, then
left her alone to pee and brush her teeth.
“Ash!” she shouted through a mouth full of toothpaste foam, but it was
Caleb who came back through the door.
He took the
toothbrush from her and handed her an empty plastic cup. “Spit.”
He
then handed her a cup of water so she could rinse her mouth while he rinsed off
the toothbrush in the sink. When he was
done rinsing the plastic cups, Simon joined them carrying a stainless steel
bowl and a couple of towels. Caleb bent
down and pulled her shorts and panties the rest of the way off. When she made a tiny sound, he just leveled a
look at her—a scorching, heated, possessive look—and said, “Can’t have hot,
naughty, nekkid sex if you’re not nekkid.”
“Good point.”
He pulled the
purple knit tee top over her head and quickly divested her of her bra. Then he lifted her, but instead of carrying
her out into the bedroom, he sat her down right in the middle of the long
marble counter. Fortunately Simon had
covered the cold marble with one of the towels, so she was spared that
particular shock.
She was not,
however, spared the shock of seeing him swirling a shaving brush around inside
an old-fashioned ceramic moustache cup. Oh, my God!
They really are going to shave
me down there!
Caleb and Ash
flanked him. “Lean back on your hands,
baby,” Ash instructed. “Normally we’d
have you place your feet flat on the counter, but this time we’ll just hold
your legs apart instead.” At Simon’s
nod, Ash and Caleb each grabbed a leg beneath her knee and spread them wide
open, revealing her entire slit from her clit at the top to her puckered
asshole at the bottom, already glistening with feminine juice. Cold air brushed across her wet skin, sending
goose bumps rippling up her spine.
Simon moved to
stand between her legs. “Beautiful,” he
murmured, bending at the waist to place his lips against her clit, sucking
gently until she threw back her head and released a shuddering moan. “And delicious. I could feast on this pussy all day. But it will be even more beautiful and
delicious once I’ve removed all this hair.”
He loaded the brush with foamy suds and slathered it all over her mound,
her labia, even her anus, its tickling touch making her squirm. Then he picked up a safety razor. “Okay, darlin’, I need you to hold real still
for me.” Pulling her skin taut between
his thumb and forefinger, he stroked the razor right down the center of her
mound, removing a swath of dark, curly hair.
He handed the razor to Caleb, who swished it through the water in the
stainless steel bowl before handing it back.
Kylie watched,
fascinated, as her pubic hair slowly disappeared, even those few stray hairs
down by her anus, leaving nothing but glistening pink skin behind.
“Now that,” Caleb said admiringly, dropping
the razor in the bowl of soapy water, “is a pretty sight.” He and Ash released her legs, but Simon still
stood between them, keeping them apart.
“Now for the
touch test,” he murmured, bending again and placing his mouth against the top
of her mound. He proceeded to kiss,
lick, nibble, and suck every inch of her newly-exposed skin, sending her
arousal spiking off the charts.
Her breath was
coming in short, sharp pants, her back arching as she succumbed to the pleasure
rippling through her.
Simon raised his
head, looking up at her through half-lidded eyes dark and glazed with
lust. His face shone with her
juices. “Perfect,” he said, palming her
mound and running his two middle fingers through her sopping slit, gathering
her slick syrup. “You are perfect. The perfect woman. The perfect sub. And you’re all ours.” On the word “ours” he plunged his fingers
into her vagina, forcing a sharp cry from the back of her throat.
Her head threw
back and her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward into Caleb’s and Ash’s
waiting hands. As they plumped and
kneaded her generous flesh, pinching and twisting and tugging on her nipples,
they were also busy dropping gentle kisses on her closed eyes, down the curves
of her cheeks, along her jawline. Then
on her lips, first Ash, the Caleb, back and forth between the two of them.
The breath
shivered from her lungs. Pleasure shimmered
through her entire body from every contact point as Simon finger-fucked her,
suckling and nibbling her clit, building her orgasm until her body seized in an
explosion that ripped her apart with pleasure.
Her scream echoed around them as they kept the pleasure going through
continual gentle touches and dirty words whispered into her ear.
When her body
finally slumped in satiation, Simon backed away, his fingers departing from her
cunt with a slurping sound. “Okay,
darlin’, that’ll have to hold you for a while.”
Look
for Passion’s Fury in time for
Valentine’s Day, 2015.
* * * *
Book Three, Passion’s Hope, is about Nik Rostov and
Jay Gillespie and their search for their perfect woman. They own the Passion Lake Lodge and
campgrounds, and The Icehouse Bar, where a local band plays live music every
Friday and Saturday night for dancing.
They find their perfect submissive at Risqué, Jesse, Adam, and Sarah’s
new, private BDSM club.
PASSION’S HOPE - BACK COVER BLURB
On the run from
an abusive Dom, out-of-work waitress and aspiring singer Charlotte Fielding has
sworn off men and she’s sworn off the BDSM lifestyle. She only stopped by this BDSM Club Open House
to stock up on the free food before heading for an audition with a country/rock
band. But when her abuser, a rich and
powerful businessman, who also happens to be at the Open House, insults and
attacks her publicly, former SEALs Nikolai Rostov and Jay Gillespie come to her
rescue and offer to help. But that would
require her to trust the two hunkiest Doms she’s ever met. And Charlotte’s all out of trust.
But fate has
brought these three people together—Nik, the big Russian Daddy Dom, Jay, the
switch, and Charlie, the submissive who needs what both of these men have to
offer. Just as they need what she has to
offer. Can she learn to trust them? Can she risk her heart? And when her abuser hires a hit man to keep
her from testifying against him in court, will Charlie stay and let Nik and Jay
risk their lives in order to keep her safe?
Or will she run—and risk destroying the only happiness she has ever
known?
ADULT EXCERPT
Nik took the tube of lube from Cherie and squirted a generous amount
on the first two fingers of his right hand.
He touched the tip of his index finger to Jay’s dark pucker and began
rimming the tight little hole, unable to tear his gaze from the lascivious
sight as he penetrated up to the first knuckle, then the second, then all the
way up to the webbing. Jay moaned and wriggled
his ass, pushing back into Nik’s touch.
Nik’s laugh was wicked.
“So.” He circled his finger
inside Jay’s tight channel. “I think you
like having a finger up your ass, don’t you, boy? You may answer with words.”
Jay’s response was a guttural groan.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Well, then, let’s see how you like two fingers up your ass.”
Nik pulled his finger out, then combined it with his middle finger,
pushing them both inside Jay’s hot channel.
As Nik’s fingers slid past his prostate, Jay let out a strangled
yelp. His cock jerked and his balls tightened
and for one terrifying instant he feared he would come.
Glassy-eyed, Nik watched his fingers disappear into Jay’s hot
tunnel. His cock was so hard the imprint
of zipper teeth was going to be permanently branded on his skin. He loved asses. Women’s asses. Especially firm, full, heart-shaped asses red
and hot from the impact of his hand.
Jay’s ass was lean. Masculine. Muscular, with deep dimples. Nik had always been fascinated by the way
those dimples flexed with each thrust as Jay fucked the subs they’d played
with. Shocking himself, he bent down and
placed a kiss in the exact center of each of those sexy indentations.
Oh, my God! At the touch of
Nik’s lips to his skin, Jay let out a whimper.
Christ! He’d never been sexual with Nik before. Had never expected
to be sexual with Nik, even though lately he’d found himself fantasizing
about it more and more. And it was even
more intense than he’d imagined. Another
whimper left his throat as Nik’s fingers slowly withdrew, only to be replaced by
something smooth and cold.
“Relax your muscles, boy,” Nik ordered as he pressed the black plug
against Jay’s anus, watching the tight muscle stretch around it like a mouth
devouring a particularly tasty morsel.
“You know the drill.”
Jay compressed his lips and concentrated on relaxing his ass muscles
as the widest part of the plug stretched his sphincter to the point of
pain. His cry was purely involuntary.
“Push out!” Nik ordered.
Sucking in his breath, Jay pushed out. The burn intensified. He squeezed his eyes shut and cried out again
as his sphincter sucked the plug up into his ass and closed around it, making
it wobble as his muscles struggled to adjust to its invasive presence. Holy
fuck!
Nik stared at the flat end of the plug settling into the crack of
Jay’s squirming ass. He was going to
enjoy this spanking. Probably a whole
lot more than Jay was. Once again he
leaned over Jay’s back. Grabbing him by
his hair, he pulled Jay’s head back and growled in his ear. “There will be no warm-up, boy. You will receive thirty hard swats. The last ten will include a surprise. You may cry out if you need to. Nod your head if you understand.”
Jay moaned. His nod was a
barely perceptible movement of his head.
Nik’s big hand grabbed the hair on the back of Jay’s head, lifting
it up off the padded head rest. “You
want to come, don’t you, boy? You may
answer.”
God help him, he did. More
than he’d ever wanted to come in his entire life!
“Yes, Daddy,” he wailed.
“You are not allowed. Not
until I have given you the last strike, do you hear me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“If you do, your punishment will double. Clear?”
Jay groaned. Sixty strokes! He’d never be able to withstand sixty
strokes! He was going to have to do
everything within his power to keep from coming. Even though he wasn’t at all sure he was
going to be able to.
“I asked you a question, boy.
I dislike having to wait.”
Jay managed another jerk of his head. “Yes, Daddy.
Clear.”
“Do you know why you’re being punished?”
“Yes, Daddy. For always making
you late.”
Nik’s eyes gleamed as he released Jay’s head and straightened back
away from him. Once again he grabbed the
cheeks of his ass, squeezing, kneading, pushing them apart to reveal his dark
brown hole. Then, without warning, he
delivered a harsh slap to Jay’s right cheek.
The sharp stinging pain forced a cry from Jay’s throat, followed by a
moan as heat bloomed across his skin. A
second harsh slap followed to Jay’s left cheek.
Nik took his time, placing each new blow precisely where he wanted it,
slightly overlapping the previous blow.
By the time the twentieth blow fell, Jay’s ass was a deep, uniform
red. Nik stood over him, his body
sheened with sweat. He was panting for
breath, his left hand resting on Jay’s burning ass, his right hanging at his
side. His palm was stinging from the
force of his blows. Jay’s skin was on
fire. Almost absently Nik began kneading
the heat more deeply into Jay’s muscles, sending fire radiating through his
entire body.
Jay’s breathing was shallow, his mind floating in a cloudless sky as
his body recycled the pain into something that felt strangely
like…pleasure. He’d often heard that was
the case, especially when a body was aroused as his was. But this was the first time he was
experiencing it himself.
“God, I love your hot little ass.”
Nik’s growly voice seemed to come from a great distance, even though his
mouth was right above Jay’s ear. “Are
you ready for the last ten, boy?”
Jay could only manage a low moan, which made Nik chuckle. “I thought so.” As he straightened, he grabbed the flat end of
the plug in Jay’s ass and started twisting it around and around, turning Jay’s
moan into a warbling cry that became a yell as Nik pulled the plug nearly all
the way out. Then he stepped back and
gave Jay a wallop along the crack of his ass.
The heel of his hand shoved the plug all the way back in, his slightly
cupped fingertips laid a glancing blow against Jay’s dangling scrotum.
Jay’s head jerked up and back and a yell ripped from his throat as
pleasure/pain smashed through him.
Again, Nik twisted the plug and pulled it nearly all the way out,
before ramming it back in with another blow.
He repeated this seven more times, then straightened with difficulty,
pulling the plug out one last time. “Are
you ready to come, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy.” By now Jay was
weeping openly, unable to contain his sobs.
“And what do you say to your Daddy for the gift he is about to give
you?”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Nik drew back his hand. As he
let it fly, he yelled, “Come, malchik moy! Come for your Daddy!”
Look
for Passion’s Hope around mid-March,
2015.
AND DON’T FORGET THE
SERIES THAT STARTED IT ALL – LOVING
SARAH, OWNING SARAH, AND KEEPING SARAH.
LOVING SARAH
Eight years ago Jesse Colter fled his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old
Sarah Marshall, broken-hearted and devastated.
Now a retired Navy SEAL, he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah
Marshall—preferably bound, naked, and on her knees before him.
She has never forgotten Jesse.
He’s been the object of all her sexual fantasies since she was fifteen,
as well as the star of nightly dreams that have become increasingly erotic over
the years. So when he suddenly reappears
in her life, she is torn. Can she trust
him not to hurt her, or will he once again break her heart? Warily, she agrees to let him introduce her
to his world—the world of bondage, Domination, and erotic slavery. When he also introduces her to his best
friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces a daunting future of sexual submission to
two powerful alpha males.
But Sarah faces an even bigger challenge. Someone is stalking her. Is it the old enemy who’s just been released
from prison? Or is it someone else from
her past who is determined to destroy any chance she has at happiness? Can Adam’s and Jesse’s love protect her? Or will her world explode in a cataclysm of
betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?
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OWNING SARAH
It’s been a month since Sarah Marshall was kidnapped and held at
knife-point by her ex-fiance. But Jesse
Colter and Adam Sinclair, her two loving Doms, know that there is an even
deadlier threat still out there—Ryder Malone.
He blames both Sarah and Jesse for sending him to prison eight years
ago for attempted rape, and he’s determined to make them pay. So, he begins a systematic campaign of terror
and intimidation against them. But the
danger he poses doesn’t end there.
Set against the deepening love and commitment between Sarah, Jesse,
and Adam, Owning Sarah is more than just a sexy, sensual, BDSM love story. It is a harrowing race against time for
Jesse, Adam, and a team of former SEALs to stop one of the biggest arms-for-drugs
deals in U.S. history. And to rescue
Sarah before Malone sells her to a human trafficker and she’s lost to her men
forever.
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KEEPING SARAH
Honeymooning in England, Jesse Colter, Adam Sinclair and their
beloved wife, Sarah, are heading for their friend Thorne Cahill’s BDSM club for
dinner when another car deliberately tries to run them off the road. Thanks to their own driver’s skills, the
other car is destroyed, the two unknown occupants killed.
Through Thorne, they discover that they’re the targets of a “blood
feud”, instigated by Konstandin Sokolov, son of Viktor Sokolov, the Albanian
mobster who had unwisely kidnapped Sarah a few months back, and paid for it
with his life. They also discover that
Thorne’s guests, ruthless human traffickers, have gathered for a slave auction
being held the following night.
Konstandin Sokolov happens to be one of the buyers.
Fraught with treachery, betrayal, and deadly danger, Keeping Sarah
keeps the reader on a knife’s edge of tension, while simultaneously exploring
the deepening emotional commitment between Jesse and Adam. They already trust each other with their
lives. Now they must learn how to trust
each other with their love.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Julie Shelton has always loved stories, both reading and writing
them, ever since she was old enough to hold a book in her hands. One of her favorite childhood activities was
smuggling books under the covers to read by flashlight after she was supposed
to be asleep.
A career as a children’s librarian eventually led to her dream
career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated
successfully for twenty-five years.
During that time she created and wrote all the original material for a
monthly language arts newsletter full of poems, songs, puppet and flannel-board
stories, fingerplays, and other resource material for early childhood
educators. For that endeavor she won the
prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best educational newsletter of 1982. She has also written other resource materials
for preschool and early elementary teachers.
Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia. Now widowed and retired, she once again has
time to devote to her two favorite things—reading and writing. “What’s not to like?” she asks
philosophically. “It’s indoor work and
doesn’t require a lot of heavy lifting.”
You can learn more about Julie and her works at the following links. Visit her website to find out what’s coming
up in the Doms of Passion Lake series.
Twitter: @JulieCShelton
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