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With temperatures getting cooler and days getting shorter, it’s time to grab a cup of something wonderful and sit back with a good book.

Not quite time for a fire in the fireplace yet, but the cats are beginning to hint at the possibility. Rather pointedly in fact. Something about the way they sit in front of it, look at the fireplace, and then glare at me definitely says it all.

So what are you reading this weekend?

Later this year, the next book from Gambler’s Folly will be out–THE RUSSIAN.

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How about a little preview of this new tale from the pleasure capitol of the galaxy?

Excerpt:

If it hadn’t been for her scent, he would have been fine. Lilacs with honeyed-vanilla and white musk had wrapped around him softly. Hazel eyes under blonde

curls had drawn him in. He’d thought, after all this time, he had control over his urges.

What had possessed him to kiss her?

Her mouth now, there was a treat. Fresh raspberries and sweet white wine still teased

his palette. Between her scent and her taste, he was one messed up wolf. He wanted to

run through the forest, roll in the leaves, and howl to his pack mates about this delicious

female he’d met.

No, he wouldn’t see her again. He didn’t need a relationship. Life around him was too

uncertain. Besides, he’d had a mate long ago and, when she’d died, she’d taken his heart to

her grave.

He was here for a job. He had no time for females. Looking at the time, he picked up his

pace. He didn’t want to keep Dam and Kari waiting.

An hour later, he joined Damiano Leone and his wife, Karianna, for dinner. Dam was

impeccably dressed, as usual, and his mate was stunning. How did Damiano keep his wits about him with such a woman as his mate?

“Dima! Welcome to our humble abode,” Dam greeted him.

“Humble? You have very different standards, amico mio.”

The hand clasp and kisses on the cheek were warm and heartfelt. They had been through

some times together, for sure.

“And how are you, lovely lady?” he asked Kari.

“Superb, Dima. You look a little more excited than usual tonight. Everything fine?”

“I’ll tell you about it over dinner.”

With the appetizers on the table, the Russian recounted his experience from earlier in

the evening.

“And you have no idea who she is?” Dam asked. “You are right, of course. Rescuing damsels

in distress comes with the territory,” he added with a sizzling look at his wife.

“But kissing them passionately before you even know their name is not.”

“From you of all people. I’m surprised, Dima. Of course, it has been a long time since you

had a mate,” Dam said.

“I don’t need a mate,” Dmitri stated firmly.

“I’ve heard that before, and look what happened. And then there is Dante.”

“How is Dante? Still on Earth?”

“Yes. He has about another six months before he and Angela come to Gambler’s Folly.”

“And she is your cousin?” he asked in amazement.

“She is,” Karianna answered for her mate. “It took everyone by surprise.”

“Well, enough of the department is mated now. There is no need for any more.”

They passed several hours together, catching up on news from various places before

Dmitri went back to his apartment. The trip had been long and planet-fall always took a toll. Add the rest of the evening to it all and he was ready for bed.

He was not ready for the soft cloud of lilac and vanilla when he opened his apartment door. Danni’s scent had lingered on his clothes earlier and gently perfumed his apartment. With a growl, he gathered his clothes into a laundry bag and called room service. Maybe by the time he got out of the shower the scent would have dissipated.

Danni’s scent had lingered on his clothes earlier and gently perfumed his apartment. With

a growl, he gathered his clothes into a laundry bag and called room service. Maybe by the

time he got out of the shower the scent would have dissipated.

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Yes, autumn is my favorite time of the year. The garden is winding down, with the last few tomatoes and peppers ripening, the air is drier and crisper, and the scents from the fallen leaves and grasses fill the air.

I don’t know, there is something about the smell of autumn that draws me. Here in the woods, there are scents which hint at tobacco and hay drying ,  exotic incense, and woodsy loam, with a pinch of aromatic spices thrown in.  Add to this the sweet smell of wildflowers, which are giving us one more colorful show before winter.

If I could bottle it, I’d be a millionaire.

When I’m writing, I try to involve all the senses. It’s easy to forget how much more there is to life besides sight and sound.

How does the world around your character smell?

How do things in their environment feel? Is the tree bark rough or smooth? Is the fabric of his shirt warm or cool to the touch?

And don’t forget taste.

Everyone perceives the world differently. While the sound of the wind might be comforting to you, the way it touches and caresses her skin might mean more to someone else.

So while I love the scent of autumn, let’s not forget the crunch of dried leaves beneath my feet, or the beautiful mosaic of reds, oranges, and yellows they make in the drive. Or the brittle feel of a leaf as you trace its patterns. And how about the taste of crab apples freshly fallen to the ground?

Yes, I love the scent of autumn, but the scent alone would make a hollow world. We need the sights, sounds, and tastes as well.

Autumn is a great time for a good book as well. What have you been reading lately?

Or listening to?

If you like Audible, don’t forget Jareth, First Lord and Viviane, First Lady are on Audible.

Autumn is here!

Enjoy!

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