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Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week Fifteen

This wasn't just a win, it was a blowout. I have a soft spot in my heart for the Browns, but that was terrible. Still, we're in the lead in the division. Can't complain about that. There is always next week and the potential to fall. Let's not think about that. :-)

To keep us occupied, here are the honorable Mentions from last week: 

"This is gonna leave marks."

He did a face plant. I would expect it to.

"One tackle--see what you can hit."

The person being tackled, I would assume. 

"Those big guys up front absorb a lot of blockers."

They should. They're up front. 

"Nice move to get out of it."

He appreciates your sentiment.

Jeepers. Hitting, tackling...and no one got hurt except the guy with the marks. Interesting. 

Now on to those football funnies of the week.

"Hard to outrun."

Maybe he doesn't want to.

"He's got room if he wants to take it."

Good. He's been waiting on that room. 

"Punctures right through the middle."

Probably better than going askew and hurting something.

"Completely turned him loose."

He's the man about town and on the prowl!

"Quick little hitter in the middle."

That's because he got punctured. You'd hit, too, if you were punctured. 

"Wrapped up."

In what? Tape? Rope? Pictures, please!

And now for that Doozy of the Week. I love these. These are so much fun.  

"He rubs people the wrong way."

It's a talent.  

~

Since you're reading this, I'll bring this up. There's a Bengals player whose daughter was diagnosed with cancer. A portion of his jersey sales are being donated to the Cincinnati Children's Hospital to help with cancer research. It's a great cause. I've ordered mine. Want to know more?

Here's the article link and here's the link to the shop if you're inclined. 

Thank you!

Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals

By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0

 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)],

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week Fourteen

So 42-21 wasn't a fun loss. Loss is never fun, but this one...ouch. I have a running joke - will Good Andy or Bad Andy show up? This week, it was Bad Andy. Here's to redeeming himself next week!

Until then...here are the honorable Mentions from last week: 

"Gonna come right down your throat."

Wow. Just wow.

"Tremendous control."

Well, if there's coming down the throat, I'd hope there's good control, too. 

"Gonna shoot right through that gap."

Lots of shooting... man.

"The big back--right through that gap."

Shooting and going through the gaps...

Lots of extensions and missing and passing. Interesting. 

Now on to those football funnies of the week.

"He's beating them inside and out."

And having a great time doing that!

"that big back--your feature guy."

Can we have pictures please? 

"out-winning the physicality of the game."

If he's going to out-win something, then the game is a good thing to out-win.

"look at that hole."

Because?!?!?!

"another stiff arm move."

To do what?

"Floating his balls."

Snicker. This requires pictures!

And now for that Doozy of the Week. I love these. These are so much fun.  

"Don't float your balls."

Why? What's it going to hurt? Grin.  

~

Since you're reading this, I'll bring this up. There's a Bengals player whose daughter was diagnosed with cancer. A portion of his jersey sales are being donated to the Cincinnati Children's Hospital to help with cancer research. It's a great cause. I've ordered mine. Want to know more?

Here's the article link and here's the link to the shop if you're inclined. 

Thank you!

Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals

By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0

 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)],

Out Now! Her Perfect Lips by Lisa Fox

Her Perfect Lips by Lisa Fox

Book Two of the Midnight Kiss Series, set in the dynamic world of ONE KISS…

Blurb: You have to take a risk to live an adventure.

Determined, capable, and primed to rock her first big marketing conference, Stacy Saunders is not about let to anything get in the way of her ambition. It's been a long time since she's been in New Orleans, but she has no use for beads or Bourbon Street. She built a strict itinerary for this trip – one that certainly didn't include running into the gorgeous Tennyson Landry again.

A chance reunion between the former lovers brings old feelings to the surface and the possibility of rekindling old flames. Their second time around could be the best time of all – if they can bridge the gap even wider than the thousand miles between them…

An Excerpt From: HER PERFECT LIPS

Copyright © LISA FOX, 2014

All Rights Reserved, Harper Impulse, a Division of HarperCollins Publishers

Bourbon Street was just as she remembered—loud music and neon lights, frat boys in muscle shirts and girls in crop tops, the stench of beer and pine-scented antiseptic cleaner, the sidewalks littered with garbage and puke. Their little entourage stumbled into the first club they found, which had “Play That Funky Music” blaring from the speakers. Stacy shook her head. Some things truly never changed. Bars on Bourbon Street would play that song until some ultimate, catastrophic apocalypse finally managed to wipe the city out for good.

The barker at the door proudly announced that the club was now offering their world famous three-for-one happy hour. The vodka tonic Stacy ordered was served in a plastic cup the size of which was rarely seen outside of a 7-Eleven. It contained more alcohol than any human should probably ever consume in a single serving, and she was glad to see that in addition to the bad music, the drinking culture had not changed either.

She headed toward the back of the club, outside into the little courtyard area where the music was somewhat blunted and she was less likely to have a drink spilled over her. The others followed, people in the group talking amongst themselves and goggling at the drunken antics on the dance floor. Peter had fallen back to walk alongside Melanie, and they ambled slowly, their heads close together, taking softly. Stacy sighed. So much for the whole reason to participate in this journey. Not that she could blame him. Melanie was gorgeous. Still, the rejection stung. Not that it would’ve worked anyway. The distance between them would have eventually become a hassle.

She sipped her cocktail, watching the dance floor light up red, then blue, then green as the strobe light pulsed over the dancers. Once again, she had a choice and none of her options were all too appealing. She could go back to the hotel and try to find a new group of people to talk with, she could go to bed, or she could stay right where she was and basically drink alone.

“Let’s go someplace quieter,” Peter shouted over the music and everybody agreed.

She followed them back out onto Bourbon Street, seriously considering her next move. Should I stay or should I go now? She let the chorus play out in her head and in that one millisecond pause, a drunken man wearing only jeans shorts and plastic beads lunged at her from the crowd. She sidestepped around him and almost collided with a woman exiting Pat O'Briens. The woman squealed and Stacy veered off the sidewalk into the street. A group of tourists swept her away, forcing her backward along with them. She fought against the wave of bodies, but it was a losing battle. And then, out of nowhere, a hand grabbed her arm, a lifeline in the storm.

The tourists continued on their journey, but Stacy was held in place, firmly anchored by that strong grip. The hold on her arm was a little too familiar for a stranger and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to thank or berate her rescuer. She turned, and her breath caught when she recognized her savior. “Hello, Ten.”

“Hey, Stacy.”

He grinned and every single part of her tingled. He was as attractive as she remembered—tall and strong, with rich, chocolate-brown hair, and a twinkle of mischief in his startling green eyes. The years had changed him only slightly, taking away the softness of youth and adding hard ridges and planes to his handsome face. His hair was a little too long, and he had a two-day beard, but the scruffiness didn’t take away from his almost poetic good looks. And though she would never admit it out loud, just the way his thighs filled out his well-worn blue jeans sent a thread of wicked heat trickling down her spine. Ten was the stuff of all kinds of naughty fantasies, and a few of her favorite ones instantly flashed through her mind.

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Shifting Currents by Lissa Matthews ~ Out Now!

Shifting Currents by Lissa Matthews  

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Blurb:

Blake doesn’t want a mate. No way. No how. And he certainly doesn’t want her camping on his land, floating down his stretch of river, or looking like she belongs in his bed. But that's exactly what he gets when he happens upon a curvy woman with shades of sunset hair named Leah.

She's on vacation and isn’t looking for any complications, especially in the form of a shifter or the possessive MINE signal he gives off.

So, what are two bears to do when they've convinced themselves they don't want, much less need anyone else?  They give in to the pull and mate, of course, but in sex only. No life commitment. No cubs. No changing the way they live: Separate and independent of each other.

Except when she leaves his mountain, Blake can't get her off his mind and Leah can't stop craving his particular brand of gruffness. Now, the one thing neither wanted, has come full circle, and is ready to bite them both.

Snippet:

He knew pain and loss, and he didn’t want anything to do with it ever again. A woman would only complicate his uncomplicated life. “I’ll just stay away from her,” he declared to the four walls. “I’ve done a good job of it so far. I can just keep doing so until she leaves the area.”

You could kick her out. She is trespassing.

Blake couldn’t argue with the thought. She was camping on private property. But, he reasoned, she was set up and he wouldn’t make her move. Especially since it would put him in the position of having to talk to her. No, he’d let her stay and hope that she left real soon.

Feeling satisfied with himself and his decision, Blake made for the kitchen and the Mason jar of iced coffee in the fridge. If summers were good for anything, it was iced coffee. He drank it black, undiluted but for a few ice cubes and a slight sweetness.

He stepped onto the deck at the back of the house, and took a deep breath. The heat wasn’t so bad with something cold coating his throat and cooling him from the inside out. But it was still oppressive. He turned to re-enter the cabin, but caught the scent before he could turn his head. She was near. To the northeast and getting closer.

Blake debated with himself. Should he get closer? Should he get a look at her? His body screamed that yes, he should. His brain screamed obscenities at him for even considering it.

Her scent was stronger now. “Man, this is such a bad idea,” he whispered to no one even as he set the jar down and crept off the deck to the forest floor. Lucky for him, for a six foot five guy, he could be surprisingly stealthy.

He wound his way through the brush toward the water, careful to keep out of sight. A stand of trees and low-lying bushes allowed him to stay out of view. He crouched to his knees and waited.

He didn’t have to wait long. Her inner tube rounded the bend in the river several seconds later and Blake had to bite down on his tongue to keep a groan at bay. His soul growled “Mine” and his brain knew they were all goners.

About Lissa:

Born and raised in the South and currently living in North Carolina, talented, multi-published author, Lissa Matthews, has many loves in her life: Family, friends, NASCAR, football, music of all kinds, cooking, and penning stories filled with feisty, sassy heroines and naughty heros, and last, but certainly not least, coffee.

Please visit her Website for the most up to date information on her books and sign up for her Newsletter to be informed of new releases, sales, and special subscriber information.

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Cover Reveal ~ Ship of Dreams by Rebecca Heflin

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Advertising Diva, Laura Armstrong is after Imperial Cruise Lines, the biggest account of her career and the one that will lead to the next step in her Life Plan of becoming one of the most powerful women in advertising. That winning the account will also prove her father wrong is a bonus.

Sexy Southern Gentleman, Nathan Maxwell, is after that very same account, but for completely different reasons. Landing the account means a sizeable bonus just in time to save his family’s farm, and the only stable home his sister’s ever known, from foreclosure.

When the two end up on the same ship in the middle of the Mediterranean for a clandestine reconnaissance mission, Mt. Vesuvius isn’t the only thing that could erupt.

Will Nathan sink her ship of dreams before it ever leaves port, or will the way to love be smooth sailing?

Enjoy an excerpt:

Nathan sat down at his desk, as his assistant followed him in with phone messages and meeting requests. He'd only been at Hawk Media a week and already had a full schedule. “Mr. McCutcheon would like to see you when you get a moment, and I need you to sign these forms for your corporate credit card.” Cassie placed the stack of messages on the desk and handed him the forms.

“Thanks, Cassie. This credit card can't come soon enough. I need you to book a trip for me. Here's all the information.” Nathan handed her a brochure with the ship circled. He didn't care what itinerary, as long as he got on that ship. He'd already completed the company's travel profile so Cassie would know his preferences. “And I need it booked first thing.”

Cassie took the brochure, lifting a brow. “Is this business or pleasure?”

“Oh, this is business, but who says they're mutually exclusive?” He gave her a wink as he rounded his desk.

The corridors of Hawk Media were hushed, the plush carpeting lending a soft touch to the otherwise glass and brushed chrome ultra-modern office space. The account executives whose offices lined the halls were hard at work, studying spreadsheets, talking on phones, tapping out emails, or meeting with members of their teams. A group stood in front of an oversized digital white board in what served as the agency's idea space, throwing suggestions up on the board. The nimble mid-size company had only been around a little over ten years, but they were making a splash in the ad biz, especially after they'd snatched the Kensington hotel chain right out from under Concept Advertising.

They'd done the same thing with him.

Hawk Media had wooed his biggest account away from him, but while the CEO preferred the New York-based agency's philosophy, he'd told Hawk that Nathan was part of the package. So after almost ten years with the same boutique agency in Atlanta, first as an account coordinator, before working his way up to senior account executive, Hawk had come calling. And Nathan had listened. In the immortal words of Don Corleone, “they'd made him an offer he couldn't refuse.”

Though it broke his heart to leave behind his Buckhead home and the proximity to his sister, the siren song of the Big Apple couldn't be ignored, and the position, Vice President of Business Development, the salary, and the bonuses were too good to pass up. Especially now when he needed the money.

He'd make a name for himself in the big city. Not bad for a boy from the hills of North Georgia who'd once been told he'd never be more than a whore's bastard.

First order of business – get the Imperial Cruise Lines account.

About the Author:

Rebecca Heflin is an award-winning author who has dreamed of writing romantic fiction since she was fifteen and her older sister snuck a copy of Kathleen Woodiwiss' Shanna to her and told her to read it. Rebecca writes women's fiction and contemporary romance. When not passionately pursuing her dream, Rebecca is busy with her day-job as a practicing attorney.

Rebecca is a member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), Florida Romance Writers, RWA Contemporary Romance, and Florida Writers Association. She and her mountain-climbing husband live at sea level in sunny Florida.

Awards:

2014 Florida Writers Association Royal Palm Literary Award Finalist (Dreams of Perfection)
2013 Florida Writers Association Royal Palm Literary Award Winner (Rescuing Lacey)
2013 Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence Winner (Rescuing Lacey)
2013 Virginia Romance Writers Holt Medallion Award of Merit (Rescuing Lacey)
2013 Georgia Romance Writers Published Maggie Finalist (Rescuing Lacey)
2013 Shooting Star Award (Rescuing Lacey)
2013 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence Finalist (Rescuing Lacey)
2013 Wisconsin Romance Writers Write Touch Readers' Awards Finalist (The Promise of Change)
2011 Royal Palm Literary Awards Finalist (The Promise of Change)

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Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week Thirteen

Holy freaking crap. How close was that? Down to the wire. I wasn't even sure they'd pull it off. The Bengals win. Woo hoo!!!!

Here's to a great week next week and to staying on top of the division! 

Until then...here are the honorable Mentions from last week: 

"with the extension, they have an advantage."

I'd hope so. Length can matter.

"shovel pass."

Um...what are you going to do with that?

"Missed wide left."

And hit the one who wanted to be covered.

"Going back to the yard."

Aw... sounds like he got taken out.

Lots of extensions and missing and passing. Interesting. 

Now on to those football funnies of the week.

"Will take it out."

Of where? Is that safe? Ethical?

"Quick drop."

Um...not sure how this one works. Sounds gross. 

"Touches him up front."

He liked it and appreciated the gesture.

"Grabbed a handful."

Since he just touched him up front, I'd hope he grabbed a handful. Has to make this fun for everyone.

"That's a hold."

Bravo.

"Big receiver; lots of experience."

There's grabbing and touching and holding. I'd hope there is lot of experience involved.

And now for that Doozy of the Week. I love these. These are so much fun.  

"I love big, physical guys."

Yes, the gun show is nice to look at and good for being picked up. I have to agree here. 

~

Since you're reading this, I'll bring this up. There's a Bengals player whose daughter was diagnosed with cancer. A portion of his jersey sales are being donated to the Cincinnati Children's Hospital to help with cancer research. It's a great cause. I've ordered mine. Want to know more?

Here's the article link and here's the link to the shop if you're inclined. 

Thank you!

Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals

By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0

 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], 

via Wikimedia Commons

Out Now from Kalista Kyle ~ Shadow Games

Thank you so much for letting me blog with you.  I am really very excited about the release of Shadow Games.  This is actually the second book in the West Wind Series.   Out of the Shadows is number one.  Dreaming of you is 1.5 and concentrates on the council. Then Shadow Games goes back to the West Wind Wolves at number two.  Amazon did not allow me to make a 1.5 so it is labeled as number three… did I confuse you yet J  

Shadow Games brings back Heath Mathis from Out of the Shadows. He is a detective in the West Wind Police force. He is also the brother of the new Alpha of West Wind.  Heath is strong but vulnerable in this book. He really has his hands full. 

Ezra is the Beta to the West Wind Pack.  He has always loved Heath but life has not allowed them to be together. Now when Heath is put in dangers way Ezra will do anything to protect him and make sure his mate lives.

Buy Link
http://www.amazon.com/Shadow-Games-West-Wind-Wolves-ebook/dp/B00PZJR4C8/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1416678098&sr=8-3&keywords=kalista+kyle

Heath Mathis has always loved Ezra Ryder. Ezra is the beta second in charge of the West Wind Pack. Heath never thought he had a chance with the man who grew up as his big brother’s best friend. When a string of murders happen in West Wind, the evidence trail leads Heath to the tiny town of Silver Lake. Ezra refuses to let Heath go into danger alone. But Heath is afraid his feelings for Ezra will confuse him, and he will not be able to do his job. Ezra won’t take no for an answer. Can Heath find the serial killer or killers while keeping his heart intact?

There is also a contest too to win a very unique dog tag and chain!

go to website here for more details

http://authorkalistakyle.blogspot.com/

Thank you so much for letting me pimp my book.  I really appreciate it.  If anyone has any questions just post below and I will try to answer them.   If you would like to friend me here is my facebook link https://www.facebook.com/kalista.kyle.7?fref=ts   I love having new friends. 

Out Now ~ You Own Me ~ Battle Scars, Book 2 ~ #shifter #paranormal #bdsm

YOU OWN ME by Wendi Zwaduk  

Battle Scars, book 2

Contemporary, Paranormal

M/F, Anal Sex, Light BDSM, Spanking, Anal Sex, Toys

Tiger Shifters, Vampires

Turquoise Morning Press

Will the tiger shifter and the Seer find their happy ending or will the Sources keep them apart?

***

When the rest of the world fails, we’ve got each other.

Always.

Creighton Leigh likes to play by his own rules—until he’s tasked with defending the other Supers. Not a problem. He’s called by the Sources, the mystical beings in charge of the universe, to find his mate. There’s only one problem—he’s convinced he’s already got her in his arms.

Will he be able to embrace the will of the Sources while following his heart?

Vanessa Skye loves her tiger shifter. He’s everything she’s ever wanted in a man. But her will and the will of the Sources isn’t the same. They have other ideas for her man.

Sometimes accepting the future means letting go, but she’s not leaving him without a fight.

Available at:

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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/You-Own-Battle-Scars-Book-ebook/dp/B00PLZ4F8W/ref=as_sl_pc_ss_til?tag=lifune-20&linkCode=w01&linkId=BBWQQ5RRZGN7V4Y4&creativeASIN=B00PLZ4F8W

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/you-own-me-wendi-zwaduk/1120792163?ean=2940046406122

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EXCERPT:

©Wendi Zwaduk, 2014, All Rights Reserved

“Come here, tiger, and learn your fate,” Creighton mumbled to himself. “You’ve been tasked with defending the Supers,” he continued. He knew his job. He’d been defending his friends as long as he could remember. But meeting with the Sources? He wasn’t sure what they wanted. The Sources, the oldest beings in the universe, had called on him. When the Sources summoned a Super, he or she was to drop everything and show up. He or she would learn their fate and accept what the Sources planned. As far as he was concerned, he knew his fate—protecting his human, Vanessa, from the rogue Hunters.

He stared at the rock walls of the cave of the Sources. Who lived in such a rustic place? Sure, he was a tiger and the animal preferred the outside, but bland black and gray walls with no illumination? Come on. He needed a way to see where he was going, energy...something not here. His shoes clunked on the hard packed earth as he strode to the bit of brightness at the end of the cave. He noticed shadows moving in the faint glow. The Sources? He’d found them? Cool.

The words, I’m here, lingered on his tongue. Shouting to the ancient beings wasn’t bright. He’d wait for them to address him. The closer he got to the light, the slower he moved. A feeling of dread washed over him. This wasn’t going to be some nice, happy meeting. Nope. His tiger groaned. This wasn’t going to be pleasant at all.

“Come closer,” the Leader said. He leaned forward enough for Creighton to see his scraggly white beard, but not his face. The hood obscured the Leader’s face. The being pointed a long, bony finger at Creighton. “Do you know why you are here?"

“I’m here to learn my fate and to thank you for summoning me.” Creighton suppressed a smile. Never let it be said he had no manners. “I’m Defending the Supers, like you’ve asked.” He wondered what exactly the Leader was sitting on. Air? A rock chair? He couldn’t tell. Not knowing added to his growing alarm. Would they whisk him away to fight another part of the war and force him to leave his friends? Crazy thoughts, but then again, he wasn’t sure what to expect.

“You’re a cocky tiger.” The Leader turned over his palm. A flash of light emulated from the center of his hand. “You have been called upon because of the war. It has grown much worse than anticipated and is out of control. You need to be doing more than simply defending.”

Creighton nodded and tuned his thoughts to fight mode. “We cannot tell the rogue Hunters from the main group. The Defenders are trying their best, but without information, we feel we’re all working blind.”

“You are,” another Source said. This one sounded female. “The supernatural races depend on you.”

“Wait.” Creighton disobeyed the cardinal rule of the Sources and stepped closer to the ancient beings. “Me? Our merry band of misfits is a solid unit. You can’t mean that I am the only one who can stop this. You just told Kynan he was the one to end the war. This cannot wholly be on my head.” Good Goddess, he understood tactical maneuvers and reconnaissance, but playing with emotions and understanding the enemy weren’t his strong points.

The Source cackled. “You will grow in numbers.”

“Great.” He liked the sound of the group getting larger. Maybe they’d find some more vampires and a couple more shifters to balance them out. Or they’d be given the opportunity to have children. He wanted to make lots of children with Vanessa. “We can use all the help we can get, but you said to grow in numbers. Is having children right now a good idea?”

“Not so fast, tiger. Do you enjoy being in your human form?”
“Yes, very much.” But he didn’t like the tone change in the Sources. “Why?” More of his surroundings came into view. Black and brown streaked on the walls along with something else—figures. He tipped his head. He should’ve been listening, but the images grabbed his attention. Some of the folk art type figures looked like animals.

“To keep the human form from being locked away forever, you must find your mate. It is time you accepted that part of your fate as well,” the Source said, pulling his attention back to the situation.

“I believe I’ve found her.” Now they were getting somewhere. He’d known all along his fate lay with Vanessa and that she was his true mate. He thought about her in his dreams. Even if she turned him down, he knew where his heart belonged—with his Pasha, Vanessa.

“You believe? Tiger, there is much more to finding a mate besides belief.”