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romance novels author madison lake

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Suddenly Peter slid up closely beside her and put an arm around her shoulder. She turned to him with a smile, thinking he was being sincerely sensitive to her situation, when he leaned in and placed his full lips on hers. She tried to pull away but he held her face in his hands and kissed her more intensely, his mouth melting into hers. Without realizing it, Joanie found herself giving in. She leaned into his palms, then into his body, hungry for this feeling that for so many years she had wondered about. Now she knew, and it felt wonderful. Their kisses became more passionate, wet and welcoming. But the more she relaxed and returned Peter’s advances, the more ravenous he became. With unnecessary harshness he pulled her toward him, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. At first his forwardness seemed to turn her on, but very quickly she became aware of an intensity she was not comfortable with. * From More Than Just Friends

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Without a break, another song started. It was soft and sensual, an R&B piece, not the usual raunchy songs most of the strippers played. First he only saw a leg, long and lanky, move gracefully to the music. The dancer was in shadow at the very back of the stage. Whoever was attached to that leg had to be gorgeous, Liam thought. He wasn’t familiar with this piece or with this dancer. The leg was stockinged in black fishnets and on her foot was a very sexy, strappy heel with metallic rhinestones that caught the light when her foot moved. Her ankles were slim, and her leg seemed to go on forever. Liam wasn’t sure if the dancer was sitting on a stool while producing this tantalizing leg of hers, or whether she was standing up, but the lighting kept the rest of her body, which appeared to be dressed in black, well hidden. The audience could not see her even if they tried. Liam was riveted. * From Salon Antics

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In the dream, the forest was shimmering, as if it were filled with fireflies. Each step he took upon the mossy ground ignited into a blaze of neon. Fairies and wood elves darted from log to log, branch to branch, in merry chase. Music played, women sang and danced, half naked in blissful abandon. There was one woman who stood out from the rest. Her auburn curls fell in layers, covering her body until they nearly touched the ground. But Henley could see her bronze, perfectly round breasts peek out from behind the curtain of hair, see a hint of knee, of delicious inner thigh, and two slender ankles. She smiled at him, then without warning, swept away the thick luxurious strands, revealing a body so provocative, so full and smooth and intoxicating, that it did more than take Henley’s breath away. It made him moan aloud in ecstasy. Rosetta dug her deft fingers deeper into his muscular shoulders and smiled. * From A Cloud of Hawthorne

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“What’s a matter, lil birdy, am I scarin you?” He laughed and laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischievous desire. “Now, you must tell me where it ‘urts, lil bird. That’s your job. My job is to feel ‘round to find where you ‘urts. We got that now, birdy?” Proberta was quaking with fear but had no choice but do what this big man told her to do. Soon his large chafed hands were scratching against her soft skin. He rubbed and prodded and, she felt, looked in places he shouldn’t have looked. Finally, when he seemed to be finished with her he stood. Like a giant, his tall solid build seemed to match those of the highest standing trees in the forest. The question was, was he a friendly giant or an evil one? * From Where Daffodils Grow Wild

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The familiarity of each other’s scent encompassed them. As if by rote, Lavinia followed Oliver’s exploring tongue with hers. Shivers ran up and down her spine. Excitement rose as the kisses became deeper and more sensual. Without being aware, Lavinia pressed herself against Oliver, her breasts reaching out for his touch. His fingers slipped down the front of her corseted frock until they reached the plump fullness of her desire. Although not large, her breasts were firm and round, her nipples hard with longing. He could feel the pulsating in his groin and knew if they kept on like this there would be no turning back. Oliver squeezed and then buried his face in her ripe bosom, inhaling her goodness before letting her go. * From Willow Wisp

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“I don’t even know why I’m here,” Babette screamed after him. He laughed and walked away, lighting a cigarette as he went. Babette ran after him but he grabbed her and put her in a quick choke-hold. “Listen darling, you’re too pretty for me to rough up so why don’t you just play by the rules. I’m on payroll right now. You don’t want to mess with me, trust me on that.” Babette squirmed in an effort to release herself, but to no avail. “Easy now, honey. Settle down.” The goon let his stranglehold go but spun her around to face him, holding her close. “Like I said, you don’t want to mess with me, got it?” Babette looked at the man’s face. His blue eyes shone a certain gentleness, even an honesty that surprised her. He smiled a crooked sort of smile that was seductively sweet. * From a story in Boudoir Stories

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Now…don’t all these teasers want to make you buy the books? They should. How can you just sit there and be left hanging? Madison Lake books make excellent stocking stuffers and gifts for book lovers in your life. Go ahead. Buy one. Buy six! On Amazon.com.

Merry Merry from all of us here at Madison Lake dot com!
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Today is like a Monday here in Canada. That’s because yesterday was Victoria Day, or as we call it, the May long weekend.

It almost always rains on the May long weekend. That’s because a lot of people camp. I can’t even remember how many camping trips I got rained on over May long weekends past. This year the weather forecast was for rain (surprise!) so some people prepared by packing extra rain gear (because in BC you always pack rain gear), or they changed their plans and booked a hotel or they canceled their trip altogether. All weekend it threatened rain but by noon every day the sun appeared. It didn’t rain once. Murphy’s law.

Generally I stay home for the May long weekend choosing a quiet, less busy city over traffic and ferry line-ups. This year, a lot of people who would have gone out of town (and should have) stayed behind making the seawall where I love to walk my dog almost as busy as Highway 1 during Friday rush hour.

Instead I opted for hikes in the woods and then the quiet of my own home, where (drumroll…) I drafted three new poems and revisited my new Madison Lake book! Does this mean the spell is broken? Does this mean my writing slump has been slumped? (that’s like a double trump for those card sharks out there). Could my block be freed?069e47cc1ed73ef7d7914605c6853b6a

Honestly, this hiccup in my generally prolific writing routine has lasted all of three months – a length of time I can handle (just barely), but enough time to regroup.

I feel like I’m back in the land of the living. My land, my life, where carefully chosen words begin to fill pages; poems like minimalist paintings, stories filled with complex characters, compelling plots, language rich and textured as midwest farmland in the spring.

Only the framework of book seven is in place but the cast thus far has been chosen and are ready to play out their story. My poetry seems to be angling toward the strife and triumphs of women as we age – our bodies, our spirits, our (must have) sense of humour, our sexual desire and needs, men, women, families. 

Ah, to be home again.   

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8 Reasons Why You Should Read Paper Books

How do you read your books?  On paper, or digitally?  I read both; I love good ‘old’ printed books, but I use digital books whenever I’m traveling – it makes my luggage much, much lighter.

I recently read Michael Hyatt‘s article on why he’s going back to paper books in 2016, and I wanted to share some of his reasons why reading paper books is good:

1. Ebooks Are out of Sight and out of Mind: Physical books occupy physical space. Wherever you keep them—the shelf, the nightstand, the bathroom—it’s hard to avoid them.

2. Ebooks Engage Fewer Senses. Physical books are three-dimensional and it affects my experience of reading.

3. Ebooks Make It Easier to Get Distracted. Research shows scrolling and swiping dislodge data from our short-term memories more than page-turning. 4. Ebooks Result in Less Retention and Comprehension

4. Ebooks Result in Less Retention and Comprehension. (see more detailed explanation on this here)

5. Ebooks Feel Too Much like Online Reading.

6. Ebooks Are More Difficult to Interact With. It’s harder to take notes and highlights on digital, and even though you can mark them on Kindle, they’re often taken out of context.

7. Ebooks Are More Difficult to Navigate.

8. Ebooks Provide Less Satisfaction in Finishing.  “When I finish an ebook, it just slips further down in the library. But when I finish a physical book, I have a reminder of the accomplishment every time I walk past it on my shelf. It’s a visual cue. That not only reminds me of what I’ve accomplished, it also instantly reconnects me to the ideas inside. And that’s why I read in the first place.”

9. Besides all the points that Michael states in his blog post, there’s one additional reason I love printed books: They smell so good!

Cover photo by: Monashee Photography.

Launched

Posted on: September 15th, 2015 by Madison Lake No Comments

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And I truly do feel spectacularly launched.

Thanks to all those who came out to the book launch of Willow Wisp on that blustery, sunny Sunday. You were a great crowd and such a rapt audience.

I had so much fun!

I enjoy reading aloud from my books. In this case, the room was silent, eyes met mine as I looked up from time to time, there was laughter when there was supposed to be, oohs and ahhs on cue. What a joy to read to such a captivated and interested crowd.

Of course I bought way too much wine. And cheese. I guess I thought we’d sit around drinking for the afternoon (or something). If I was anticipating a larger turnout that thought was immediately dispelled. The group that was present was absolutely perfect. Perfect.

And I sold books. Lots of them.

Again, many thanks for the continued support. And after you read the books you bought, feel free to put a review up on Amazon.

ML xo

PS…

As an aside, I got a ‘wink’ the other day from one of my online dating sites. (that’s right, I now entertain two – hee hee) He was attractive, his profile read well (smart, funny…) and he seemed like a possible coffee date if he didn’t live in Pointe-aux-Trembles, QC, Canada and is a man seeking a man.