Steven J. Clark

Author 'Fountains of Fire,' 'Wage$ of Greed', 'All The Pretty Dresses,' Presenter at various writer's conferences.

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She’s lost everything. A borrowed room in the basement of her father’s ranch house where she can raise her two kids comprises all that’s left. Then he shows up bruised and broken and needing her help. Her mind tells her to run—but her heart… RANSOMED HEARTS #PitMad #A #CR

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#FridayKiss As he toweled off, a knock came. He threw the towel around his waist and opened the door to find Carrie bearing a man’s robe. She also brought an invitation to join she and the kids downstairs for the evening. It was the first time the invitation had been extended.

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#FridayKiss
“This better be good,” he said as he slid into the seat in their hidden alcove.
“And good evening to you, John,” the man snarled. If you’re going to be pissy, we can do this another time.”

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#FridayKiss Lying with him was where she’d belonged all her life. She now knew that to the depths of her soul, and vowed to never lose him again. She snuggled more deeply into his warmth and let sleep capture her exhilarated, satiated, exhausted, perfectly satisfied body.

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#FridayKiss The first light of morning dimmed the bedroom’s darkness. Eyes closed but sleepless, Ashley snuggled her naked body against Morgan’s warmth. She gently squeezed his arm and listened to his soft, gentle snore, his lips blowing warm breath against her neck.

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#FridayKiss She clicked off the overhead fixture, leaving just the glow of the dim sconce light. She pulled him to the couch. When they sat, the swell of her breast pressed against his arm and the warmth of her bare thigh radiated heat against his leg. He didn't pull away

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#FridayKiss What a change. During her marriage to Spencer, her climaxes were lonely affairs driven more by frustration than the ministrations of her husband. They temporarily took the edge off but left her even more acutely aware of her need for a real partner.

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#FridayKiss How did her passions get so out of control? All she wanted to do was tell him how much she loved him, and show him that she was ready to change their relationship. But it felt so good to have his eyes wash over her and know he still found her desirable. It excited her

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#FridayKiss The biggest change was their ‘goodnights’. The hugs were softer, more difficult from which to disengage. A chaste kiss across the forehead or brush across the lips was all she’d allow because she knew that once started, kissing would be the least of their problems.

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#FridayKiss Morgan loved making love to her like this where he could see and touch everything. He reached out to to do so but to his surprise, she intercepted his hand.
“Not yet,” she said. I’ve got something for you. Two things actually.”
“Really?”
“Yes, one old and one new.

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#FridayKiss“Bullshit!” Ashley cried, slapping her hands loudly on the table. Morgan and Ty jumped, surprised at Ashley’s outburst. She wiped tears from her eyes and gave Morgan a fierce look. “I don’t want you to get out of here, Morgan Call,” she said, “not without me."

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#FridayKiss Morgan reached out and touched her hand. To her own surprise, she didn’t draw away. “I wish we could have those ten years back,” he said.
Morgan’s eyes become red-rimmed. She hesitantly removed her hand from his touch. “You really shouldn’t do that,” she said

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#FridayKissA bottle of champagne cooled in a fancy silver bucket. The bed was huge; round and luxurious, with satin sheets and surround sound. Morgan, laid down and gazed into a round mirror on the ceiling. He’d never thought about watching themselves make love. What fun.

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#fridayKiss . If he breaks my heart again at least I’ll have had him as long as I could.” She shot her father a mischievous smile. “But if he does, we can bury him down by the hog shed. No one will ever know.”
“Sure glad I raised you to be such a peaceable woman, little girl.”

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@fridaykiss If he breaks my heart again at least I’ll have had him as long as I could.” She shot her father a mischievous smile. “But if he does, we can bury him down by the hog shed. No one will ever know.”
"Glad I raised you to be such a peaceable woman, little girl.”

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#fridayKiss The candles had long since burnt out. The first light of morning dimmed the bedroom’s darkness. Eyes closed but sleepless, Ashley snuggled her naked body tightly against Morgan’s warmth. She gently squeezed his arm which was draped completely across her.

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It's so rare but so much appreciated. I take it by your tweet that you are working with a publisher now. Who and what???

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A lonely mountain road, a motorcycle crash, and an instinct to help upends Ashley’s nearly healed life. “You’re dead” her mind screams, yet here Morgan Call lies, alive—but barely. Will the danger following him doom her as well…her children? #SUSPENSEINCLUDESYOU @patiencebloom

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This can’t be. You’re dead! Yet ten years, two children, and a dead husband later you’re telling me you’re not who you are? But you are who you are. How could you possibly think you could hide it from me? Then he tells her who’s after him. #SUSPENSEINCLUDESYOU @patiencebloom

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She loved this place. As she topped the rise, a large herd of grazing elk picked up her scent and scrambled for the the pines. She could see the cabin and the small corral that would be home for the next two days. All it was missing was smoke curling from the chimney.#FridayKiss