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Ever been hot for a High Octane jerk?

Ever been hot for a High Octane jerk?

Just like Rosalia, the character in my story “Painted,” I hate it when I find myself attracted to the wrong person.  There’s nothing more annoying than a smug, powerful, authority figure—and, sometimes there’s nothing hotter either. Justin, the hero of “Painted,” is a jerk, or at least Rosalia thinks he is, because he represents the enemy.  Not only is he her landlord’s nephew, but with his Norse-god good looks, he symbolizes what frightens her—the changes in her Mission District neighborhood…

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Leah Ridgewood’s High Octane Hero, San Francisco Style

Leah Ridgewood’s High Octane Hero, San Francisco Style

Not to brag or anything, but I live in the best city on earth—San Francisco.   It’s a beautiful place, and the landscape inspires my creativity.  So does the culture. There is a sexual openness and tolerance deeply woven into the city’s history and it enchants and excites me.  When I moved here as a twenty-one year old, I was incredibly naïve and the city blew my mind. What is sexier than living among people being themselves, loving whom they love…

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Megan Mitcham: Beyond the Bedroom Door

Megan Mitcham: Beyond the Bedroom Door

Erotic Romance. Two years ago I knew the word romance. Shoot, every starry-eyed girl from age five on does. Thank you, popular fiction and cinema! Though I’d never heard it spoken in my twenty plus years of life, I knew the word erotic. Even knew what it meant. But, I’d never heard the term “erotic romance,” much less about it’s hard-earned place in the world of publishing. Now, I was no prude or doe-eyed virgin. First, I grew up in…

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