Wildfire would like to welcome authors Samantha Sommersby and Lexxie Couper.

Samantha Sommersby

Julie: What are you working on now?

Samantha:  I'm currently working on the fourth book in my urban fantasy/paranormal romance series, Forbidden. The third book in the series, Forbidden: The Revolution released last month. There's a scene in The Revolution where you're introduced to a hunky werewolf from Texas named Jake. As soon as I wrote the scene I knew that he needed his own book.

Julie: Where do you get your inspiration?

Samantha:  The Forbidden series, which I've been working on for the past couple years, was conceived during a flight back from London. I'd ended up having to extend my stay there because I'd fallen terribly ill. I'd thought at the time that it was food poisoning or a horrible flu. I was still in a very bad way during the flight home. I slept on and off. I was in the middle row on the plane and there were a bunch of seats across so I could stretch out. There was only one other passenger sharing the row with me and he was busy watching gay porn on his portable DVD player. Orlando Bloom was on the cover of the American Way magazine and I started thinking that he'd make a great mild-mannered vampire. Between naps I jotted down notes. By the time I landed in San Diego I had the series laid out. It turned out I didn't have food poisoning. I was severely anemic and ended up in the hospital for blood transfusions. Did my anemia inspire my vampire series? Hmmmm.

Julie: Do you ever work on multiple projects at the same time?

Samantha:  Not usually and especially not since I started writing in the first person point of view. I find it's easier to keep the characters voice pure and meet deadlines if I don't get distracted with other projects.

Samantha:  My books are quite plotted. I write love stores. I think that the heat level of my books are most consistently what ARe would call a four. I keep the door open and I'm explicit. I normally tell people that I write romance with erotic content. It's not what I would call erotica.

Samantha:  Not at all. When I sit down to write I'm thinking about the characters and the story. Honestly, when I'm in that zone everything else disappears. When the book is released…then I worry about how the readers and reviewers will react.

Julie: Are there any absolutely-must-have characteristics for your heroes or heroines?

Samantha:  My heroes must have a sense of humor and my heroines have to be smart and capable.

Julie: Do you work with an agent?

Samantha:  No, I don't have an agent.

Julie: If you weren't writing romance, what would you be writing?

Samantha:  Think of what I write now as a blend between paranormal romance and urban fantasy. If I had to pick something different it would probably be mystery/suspense. My son and I are talking about possibly collaborating on a YA urban fantasy. Since I've never written YA before that will be a stretch. I'm kind of waiting to see how serious he is about making the commitment.

Julie: What books are currently on your nightstand?

Samantha:  I Am American (And So Can You) by Stephen Colbert, The Watcher by Jeanne C. Stein, and A Lick of Frost by Laurell K. Hamilton. My husband brought A Lick of Frost home last Sunday for me. He knows the way to my heart.

Samantha:  Absolutely! They can find my event calendar on my website at http://www.samanthasommersby.com. I'm currently at the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention in Pittsburgh. My next event isn't until May 10^th and it might just take me that long to recover from this one! On the 10^th I'll be signing at the Mysterious Galaxy bookstore in San Diego. They're celebrating their fifteenth year and they have a great line-up of authors including Jeff Mariotte, Savannah Russe, Susan Hubbard, Charlaine Harris, Robert Tanenbaum, Jeri Smith-Ready, and Timothy Zahn.

Samantha Sommersby was first published in 2005 and has now left what she used to call her "real life" day job to pursue writing and working in the publishing industry full-time. Sam's background in the psychiatric field is apparent in her work and allows her to bring a unique perspective to her characters and stories. She loves to spend the day in her office spinning rich tales and weaving together interesting plots. Her aim is to create a hero that will literally sweep a reader off her feet. 

Sam currently lives in Southern California with her husband of seventeen years, her thirteen year old son, and her cocker spaniel, Buck. Her husband is a social worker who works with abused children. He's an avid sailor who loves to surf, and you'll find bits of him in every hero that Sam has ever written. Her son is wonderfully sensitive, with a sarcastic sense of humor. He plays the piano, composes his own music, is a competitive fencer, and worships video games.

On the rare occasion when Sam manages to set aside some play time for herself, you'll most likely find her reading a book, at the movies, or out wine tasting (she collects California Cabernets).

Links:
Samantha Sommersby
Yahoo Group
Blog
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Backlist:
Blazing Sun Burning Hearts, Linden Bay Romance
In the Still of the Night, Linden Bay Romance
As You Wish, Linden Bay Romance
Trilogy No. 101: Turning up the Heat, Linden Bay Romance
Shelter from the Storm, Linden Bay Romance
Forbidden: The Claim, Linden Bay Romance
Forbidden: The Awakening, Linden Bay Romance
Forbidden: The Revolution, Linden Bay Romance

Coming Soon:
Forbidden: The Temptation

Lexxie Couper

Julie: How long have you been writing? What inspired you to pick the pen up one day and create characters that capture the imagination?

Lexxie: Honestly, I think I've been writing since I could spell. My first story was about a dragon kidnapped by some "bad men". It took me about a week to write. I was five. I spent every night after dinner working at it, making changes, re-reading, and making up new and exciting things for my dragon to do to the very silly "bad men" who took him. I can't say what inspired me to start writing… I just love stories – reading them, telling them, getting lost in them.

Julie: What is your writing process? Do you outline, fly by the seat of your pants or a combination of both?

Lexxie: Oh, I'm a flier. Big time. The first sentence of a book usually pops into my head while I'm driving. By the time I've made it home the first sentence has become an opening paragraph and a back-of-the-book blurb. Then it's just a matter of opening my laptop and seeing where I go. Sometimes the characters do things I never expected them to do… actually, most of the time. And you know what, that just makes writing all the more fun. *grin*

Julie: When you write, is atmosphere important? For example, do you use mood music or candles? Do you need complete quiet to concentrate?

Lexxie: LOL I'm the mother of a four year old and a six month old. About the only atmosphere I get to work in involves giggling/crying/grizzling girls and the theme songs to Dora the Explorer, Blue's Clues and Little Einsteins playing repeatedly in the background. Most of my writing is done when they're in bed, but because this is also the only time I get to talk or see my husband, I'm pretty much working with the sound of the cricket on the telly (an Australian ball game kinda like baseball), a rapid-fire recount of his day or the detonations and gun-fire of whatever Michael Bay film is rotating in the DVD player. I'd love, love, love to be able to write to some softly playing music, maybe the soundtrack to Pirates of the Caribbean or Gladiator, while the rest of the house forgets I exist but until my girls go to school, that's just a dream to long for. To give you an example of how I write... I'm answering these questions while unpacking the dishwasher, getting my first born her brekkie, keeping the second born from crawling into the dog's bowl and editing my latest WIP.

Julie: What's next for you?                     

Lexxie: I have an erotic sci-fi romance releasing next month at Changeling Press called Spaceport: Highest Bidder. The Spaceport series is a multi-author series with every story set on a spaceport called Adana. My book focuses on a slave sold on the spaceport and the mysterious man who buys her. It's pretty dark and disturbing in places – a bit like me, I guess. *grin*

I'm also working on an erotic paranormal horror romance called Shadow Whispers. It was originally published as a novella years ago, but I'm reworking it into a full-length novel with more horror, more romance and more sex *grin*. Also in the works is Death, The Vamp and His Brother, a paranormal romance set in Sydney, Australia which sees Death falling in lust with the head Lifeguard at Bondi Beach, whose brother just happens to be a vampire who is convinced his brother is the target of a malevolent being from the "otherside". Death prides Herself on being a fair-minded "Othersider" and takes issues with the vampire trying to stop her "making her moves" on the hunky Aussie lifeguard. It sounds confusing, I know, but it's coming along really well (I think). I've actually posted a snippet from Death, The Vamp and His Brother on my blog and so far, people seem to like it. (God, I hope they're not just being nice *grin*)

Julie: Most people envision an author's life as being really glamorous. What's the most unglamorous thing that you've done in the past week?

Lexxie: LMAO. Wiping baby vomit off the walls and my face after my baby girl threw up while I was changing her nappy (what we Aussies call a diaper), all the while having her older sister leap around the living room going "Eeewwwww!" at the top of her voice. There's nothing glamorous about that, trust me.

Lexxie: This is a tricky one. It's a toss-up between Raiven a'Tor, my hero from Shifting Lust, a paranormal sci-fi erotic romance, and Declan O'Connell, my hero from Savage Retribution, a werewolf urban fantasy. Raiven a'Tor is a Terran bounty hunter and the most feared man in the six systems. He's cold and ruthless but his heart belongs to a lone female shapeshifter. For Kyra, he would defy death and change the stars. I love Raiven's silent menace. Think Clint Eastwood in Pale Rider. Nothing ruffles him. He doesn't follow any laws except his own, but when he finds Kyra, his soul mate, after spending two years thinking she was dead, not even the laws of mortality can keep him from her side.

Declan O'Connell is a lone Irish werewolf who finds himself in Sydney, Australia. He has a devilish sense of humor that hides a tormented heart. He falls for an Aussie animal rights activist called Regan Thomas. I think it's Declan's sense of humor that I love the most. Even in the most dire, bleak moments he jokes. It's only when Regan is threatened by Declan's greatest enemy we get to see his wild nature, and when that happens all hell breaks loose.

Lexxie: The boring answer is, when I'm not writing I'm being a mum. The more interesting (but not much) answer is, when I'm not writing I fool around making book trailers and beaded book thongs. Oh, and I'm a bit of a movie freak so I tend to try and squeeze in a good movie every now and again. My favorite of all time is The Shawshank Redemption. Brilliant stuff, based on a short story by my favorite author of all time, Stephen King.

Lexxie: Sometimes, but usually what stops me writing is time and ankle-biters, not a lack of creativity. When I do find myself faced with a block I try to entice my muse to behave herself by watching a movie that really pushes the boundaries, whether it be story line, cinematic techniques or both. If that doesn't work (or I can't find any popcorn) I'll skip. Sounds silly, but because I do most of my writing late at night, there's not much else I can do except burn off some energy and hope lightning strikes. Because I can't leave the house and everyone else is asleep, I skip rope. Hmmmm, I sound like a bit of a loon, don't I?

Lexxie: My heroines have gotta be kick-arse. I detest TSTL heroines who can't take care of themselves. My heroines know how to get themselves out of very tricky and nasty situations, whether it's by force or thought. My heroes have to be dangerous. Maybe not overtly so, but the kind of guy you don't want to mess with unless you want to lose a limb. And, after thinking about this question (great question, btw) both hero and heroine must be loyal to something or someone they hold dear. I'm a big fan of loyalty.

Julie: The editing process is so critical. In your opinion, what are the most important aspects of the editor/author relationship?

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Friends With Benefits by Cat Johnson
This story is rated 4 flames. It contains explicit love scenes described using graphic and direct language. Read at your own discretion.

Part 4

"I think I have a crush on Jeff."

Meg had hoped it was simply orgasm-induced euphoria and it would fade. But the next day, while she sat opposite her girlfriend Vicki and poked at the salad in front of her, it was still there, that feeling of unrest sitting smack over the heart in her chest.

 Vicki glanced up from her own Asian Chicken Salad and shook her head. "I told you six months ago when you started this "friends with benefits" thing that you can not have sex with a guy on a regular basis and not develop deeper feelings for him. It's impossible. Mother Nature didn't build women to be able to do things like that. We were designed to be monogamous and hold the family unit together."

 Meg sighed. She considered herself a feminist and didn't like Vicki's theory. Men could fuck without falling for the woman, so why couldn't women? Then an idea struck her. She looked up hopefully. "Maybe I don't have feelings for him. Perhaps it's just jealousy. I didn't think I liked him like that until I found out he'd slept with someone else."

Vicki put down her fork and raised an eyebrow. "Jeff slept with someone else?"

Somehow her friend's reaction did nothing to comfort Meg.

"Yeah, but it was an accident. She was drunk and I was out of town." Why she felt the need to rationalize and defend Jeff to Vicki with his own lame excuses, Meg couldn't explain.

Vicki didn't comment, but her expression did it for her. Vicki had something to say but wasn't saying it.

"What? You think he's tired of me don't you?" Meg accused.

"No, I don't. Men are simply different than women when it comes to sex. That's all."

This again. "So you are saying men are built to go around fucking a bunch of different women and not get attached but women are not?"

Vicki nodded. "Correct. Basically they were designed to spread their seed."

"Great. Thanks. That makes me feel tons better." The last thing Meg wanted to think about was Jeff spreading his seed, particularly between the nurse's legs.

"Sorry. But I think the more important issue here is not that Jeff went out and got laid, but that you are jealous about it."

"Why?"

"It means you like him far more than you thought you did. If you didn't care, you wouldn't be jealous."

That made far too much sense for her liking. Meg finally gave up and laid her fork on the table, realizing she wasn't at all hungry, and buried her face in her hands. "What the hell am I going to do?"

"Go on a date with him. You're already halfway into a relationship. You're friends, you sleep together, you just skipped the dating part. So call and ask him to dinner or something."

Sure they'd eaten together, tons of times, but they were meals, never dates. Suddenly in a panic at the idea of asking Jeff out and being rejected by him, Meg stared down at her cell phone. She'd left it lying on the table when she'd arrived so she would hear it in case Jeff called. Damn it. She had it bad. This sucked.

"What if I ask him out tonight and he already has a date?" What if he was going out with trampy barfly nurse?

"You won't know until you ask."

Panic gripped her. "I don't know if I can."

"I'm telling you, invite him over for a nice home cooked meal. Show him what a real relationship with you can be like, one that involves more than booty calls. And while you're at it, you can gently feel him out about his feelings toward you."

When she made no move, Vicki picked up Meg's phone, scrolled through the numbers, hit send and held it out to her.

Meg remained frozen.

"Better take it. It's ringing."

Shit. Meg grabbed the phone and got it to her ear just in time to hear Jeff's voice say, "Hello."

"Hey."

"Hey, Meg. What's up?"

She swallowed hard. "Um, do you want to do something tonight?"

Vicki scowled deeply at Meg's lame invitation.

"Sorry. I can't. I have plans. Rain check?"

"Um, sure. I'll call you. Bye." Meg disconnected the call as quickly as she could with shaking hands and looked up at Vicki accusingly. 

He had a date with someone else. Maybe she'd already lost him, just when she finally discovered she actually wanted him. Now what the hell was she going to do?

One long, sleepless, harrowing week later, Jeff sat in Meg's apartment, looking as relaxed as Meg was nervous. God, she hated the entire male species.
Heart unexplainably pounding, Meg walked past Jeff as he sniffed the air after her. "Are you wearing perfume?" he asked in amazement.

"What? No. I mean, yes. Maybe. Why?" Meg could kick herself, stuttering like a schoolgirl, and around Jeff, of all people. Jeff who probably spent last Saturday night, and every night in between, fucking his nurse, for all she knew. Meg probably should be happy he made time and bothered to come over and eat with her. 

He looked at her now as if she were losing her mind and shrugged. "No reason. You smell good. That's all."

"Oh. Um. Thanks."

He thought she smelled good. Why the hell did that make her happy? She reminded herself that he probably said the same thing to his floozy, too.

She grabbed the two plates she'd prepared from the kitchen counter and carried them to the dining table.

"Is that a new skirt?" Jeff asked, looking her up and down.

Did she tell him she had tried on practically everything in her closet to find the perfect outfit for tonight and had finally found this ultra-short mini skirt she'd bought years ago shoved on a shelf with the tags still on it? Should she tell him she hoped it, combined with the knee length high-heel boots, would make him drool, forget about the nurse and instead think of nothing but bending her over the dining table as he did wicked things to her?

"This? Nope. Had it for years."

He raised a brow. "Oh? I don't think I've ever seen you wear it before. It's nice."

Meg's mouth twisted in a scowl. Nice had not been the look she was going for.

Jeff looked down at the dinner plate she plunked harder than necessary in front of him. Ignoring that, he commented, "This looks good. Thanks."

It should look good. Everything had better be more than good. She'd spent the entire afternoon food shopping, cleaning the apartment, preparing the meal, and then fixing herself up—hair, makeup, perfume, a special outfit, right down to the brand new and incredibly uncomfortable thong underwear—all in anticipation of his arrival.

"Good. Great. Hope you like it." She plopped down in her chair with a huff and took a large gulp of red wine. Apparently, her nerves were making her cranky this evening. Acting ornery was probably not the best way to win a new boyfriend, though. Too bad her mouth and her brain sometimes—all right, often—failed to communicate.

Jeff glanced at her with a raised brow before he cut into his painstakingly homemade lasagna which she hoped had "good cook and potential girlfriend" written all over it. She watched closely as he took the first bite and swallowed. He dug right in for a second mouthful but the high praise and confessions of love she'd hoped for didn't come.

Finally, he looked up with a frown and gestured toward her untouched dish with his fork. "Aren't you eating?"

"I had a big lunch," she lied, rubbing her belly as if it were full for effect.

He nodded. "Well you're missing out. This is great."

A bit happier, she digested that compliment and decided to spin it to her advantage. "You know what else was great? That sex last week. Huh?"

The fork halted halfway to Jeff's mouth as he looked up at her with surprise. "Um, yeah. It was."

"I wouldn't mind doing that every night. How about you?" Shit, she sounded like one of the guys in the locker room or something. She might as well slap him on the rear end and then hit the showers.

Jeff laid the fork back down on his dish and stared at her. "What's up, Meg. You're acting strangely tonight."

Heart pounding, her voice sounded a little pitchy in her own ears when she said, "Nothing's up."

He continued to wait and watch and she caved. "It's…I just…" She sighed and started over. "You know the rules we set up when we started this thing between us."

Jeff nodded. "Yes."

"Like that rule about the two of us not being exclusive, for example?" she continued in what she hoped sounded like a casual voice.

He raised a brow. "Yes, I'm familiar with that particular rule."

Yeah, she bet he was, she thought as she remembered the nurse. "Well, I was wondering if maybe we should reevaluate all the rules, like maybe every six months or so, just to make sure we are still happy with them."

He nodded very slowly. "It's been about six months since we started this thing, hasn't it?"

"Has it?" she feigned ignorance, squinting at the ceiling and pretending to count. "Yeah, I guess it has been. You're right."

 Jeff continued to scrutinize her a bit too closely as he said, "Okay. We'll reevaluate. So tell me, what are your feelings about the exclusivity rule, for instance?"

Heart pounding, she did her best to shrug casually. "Well, I really hadn't thought about it much, but since you asked… I guess if we are both enjoying being with one another, we should consider becoming exclusive. But on the other hand if, for example, you were getting bored with us being together, or you are interested in someone else, then maybe that rule about being free to sleep with other people should stand." Meg couldn't bring herself to ask if he was interested in someone else so instead she asked, "So, are you bored with us?"

She held her breath and waited what seemed like an eternity for him to speak. 

"Are you bored with us?" Jeff asked, his voice tinged with something she couldn't identify.

"I asked you first."

After an agonizingly long moment, Jeff shook his head slowly, saying, "No. I'm not bored."

Relieved, Meg babbled, "I'm not either. Especially after last week, I mean that was great."

Jeff still watched her. "I agree. So what exactly are you suggesting, Meg?"

This was it. Do or die. Meg took a deep breath and launched head first into what could end up coming back to haunt her if he didn't feel the same way. "That maybe we should consider becoming exclusive."

She thought she saw his mouth twitch, but it was too quick to be sure. Instead, he softly suggested, "But that would make us boyfriend and girlfriend, not just fuck buddies anymore, wouldn't it?"

Didn't he want to be girlfriend and boyfriend? Maybe the nurse was already his girlfriend. She was stupid to even bring this up. "Well, no, not necessarily…unless you wanted to be, of course. And if you did, then that would be fine with me. Or not. Whatever." Damn. Way to play it cool, Meg.

Jeff bit his lip before saying, "Meg. I need to know. Is this all about your being jealous of the nurse?"

Meg stifled a groan. She hated he knew her so well. "Jealous? Me? No. I'm not jealous."

"Meg…"

Meg let out a huge sigh. "Yes. Okay. I'm jealous as hell. When I called you last Saturday and you said you had plans already…" She let the sentence trail off, unable, no more unwilling, to tell him how devastated she felt. "And if it was only jealousy, I could probably handle it, but I'm afraid it's more."

Jeff was suddenly out of his seat and standing beside her, pulling her up out of her chair so she could look him eye to eye. "How much more?"

She forced herself to look in his eyes. "I think I like you."

His laugh sounded a tad bit bitter. "I should hope so. We've been friends since eighth grade."

"I mean I like-like you." She blushed.

Amused, Jeff said, "Now I feel like we are back in eighth grade." 

Meg smacked him in the arm for that comment.

Capturing both of her hands in his, Jeff asked, "Do you want to know something?"

"What?" She pouted, not sure she did want to know.

"You have no need to be jealous."

"No?"

"No. My plans last week were tickets to a game with the guys from work."

She felt ridiculously relieved.

"Wanna know something else?"

Meg looked into his eyes hopefully. "What?"

"The nurse called me earlier today.  She saw my buddy at the bar after work last night and he gave her my number."

Suddenly Meg was on an emotional roller coaster with no exit in sight. She felt acid fill the pit of her stomach. This was why she didn't date. She remembered now. It sucked.

Meg could barely hear past the rush of blood in her ears as she asked, "What did she want?"

"To see me tonight."

Meg swallowed past the lump in her throat. So Nurse Naughty called after he had already said yes to dinner with Meg and he felt he couldn't get out of it. Great. He would probably rather be with the slutty nurse tonight. This was horrible. She could barely breathe.

Afraid she might cry, Meg managed to choke out, "What did you tell her?"

"That I was already involved with someone and that sleeping with her that one time had been a mistake."

That one time. He hadn't slept with her again. Relief flooded her entire body. She could barely whisper, "You did?"

"Yeah, but that wasn't totally true."

Of course it wasn't true. Meg herself had made up that stupid rule that they wouldn't get "involved". They would be just friends with benefits who would have sex with no involvement. She dropped her gaze from his. "I guess you're right. It's not true."

"No, it's not true because sleeping with her wasn't totally a mistake." Meg's head whipped up as he continued, "Because it wasn't until I was with her that you decided you like-liked me." Jeff paused, smiled, and ran his hands up Meg's arms. He cupped her face gently with one palm before he went on. "And it wasn't until I was with her that I realized I never wanted to be with anyone else except you."

"Really?" she gasped, breathless.

"Really." He smiled wider.

As she felt her heart begin to pound, Jeff leaned in, touching his lips to hers. He kissed her deeply until her knees felt weak and she finally had to pull away to catch her breath…and confess one more thing. She couldn't keep this to herself any longer. "Jeff?"

"Yes, Meg."

She hesitated and then blurted out, "I think I might more than like-like you."

He grinned. "That's okay, sweetie. I more than like-like you, too. I think I have for awhile now."

So much for Vicki's theory about men.

Meg felt her face break into a huge satisfied smile. "I'm really glad that you do."

"Me, too, Meg. Me, too. Oh, and you better stock up on batteries for Bunny. I think we're gonna need them. Now that we are officially, exclusively dating, I plan on being here a lot more often."

Meg felt her entire body warm. She certainly hoped so.

It all started in first grade when Cat Johnson won the essay contest at Hawthorne Elementary School and got to ride in the Chief of Police's car in the Memorial Day Parade…and the rest, as they say, is history. As an adult, Cat generally tries to stay out of police cars and is thrilled to be writing for a living. She has been published under a different name in the Young Adult genre, but released her first romance in 2006. Today, she is a multi-nominated, award-winning author of a dozen published romances. Her military erotic romance novel A Few Good Men was recently awarded the 2007 Reviewers Choice Award by Ecataromance.

On a personal note, Cat has horses, far too many cats, a dog, assorted fish and fowl, and one husband, and is not sure which of those gives her the most grief. Needless to say, she is very busy on her 18th century little farm in New York State. She plays the harp professionally and stresses this does not mean she plays well, only that she is paid for it. A past tour guide, bartender, marketing manager, and Junior League president, Cat's life is quite the dichotomy and on any given day she is equally as likely to be in formal eveningwear as in mucking clothes covered in manure. She wore the letters off the keys of her computer in less than a year and is found most often still in pajamas working on her laptop. Cat looks forward to hearing from you all.

Backlist:
Trilogy No. 102: Opposites Attract, Linden Bay Romance
Trilogy No. 103: Red Hot & Blue, Linden Bay Romance
Trilogy No. 105: Smalltown, USA, Linden Bay Romance
Trilogy No. 106: Nice & Naughty, Linden Bay Romance
Trilogy No. 107: True Blue, Linden Bay Romance
Trilogy No. 108: Just Desserts, Linden Bay Romance
A Few Good Men, Linden Bay Romance
Witches Night Anthology, Linden Bay Romance
Heroes Unwrapped Anthology, Linden Bay Romance
He Came Upon A Midnight Clear, Phaze
Fantasies IV Anthology, Phaze

Coming Soon:
Model Soldier, Linden Bay Romance

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