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How Charity Sunday works: for every comment made on this blog post, I will donate money to the charity named. The same promise is made for every blog site listed in the group–click the Linky Links link at the bottom of this post to see the list of participants and read\/comment on any of them to see a donation go to that blogger’s charity. We’re all different! Thanks for your help and your participation!<\/p>\n
This month\u2019s charity is Folds of Honor<\/a>. The mission of Folds of Honor is: \u201cTo provide educational scholarships to spouses and children of America\u2019s fallen and disabled service-members. \u2026 Honor their sacrifice. Educate their legacy.\u201d So this charity helps two ways that are near and dear to my heart\u2014it helps give people who need the boost an education they might not be able to afford, and it honors those who have given much. Please comment!<\/p>\n I wrote Burning Bridges<\/em><\/strong><\/a> as Anne Krist. It\u2019s not an erotic romance, but it\u2019s a book full of emotion and is a true love story. The hero, Paul Steinert, is in the Navy and about to ship out for Vietnam when he first meets Sara Noland. Perhaps his child could have benefited from Folds of Honor!<\/p>\n Excerpt:<\/strong><\/p>\n Virginia Beach, Virginia – January, 1970<\/p>\n \u201cOf all days to debate about whether to wear the short skirt or the shorter one,\u201d Sara wailed to her best friend, Cindy. \u201cWe\u2019ll be lucky if we aren\u2019t late.\u201d<\/p>\n The blue Volkswagen Beetle sped down the highway. Or as fast as it could speed, with the tiny engine pushing from the rear, and Sara having to shift gears so often because of traffic and lights. She huffed in frustration.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, we have plenty of time. I had to make sure I looked just right. You never know who we\u2019ll see,\u201d Cindy replied with her usual assurance.<\/p>\n \u201cI hope you\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou worry, Sara, and things always turn out okay. Just keep your mind on driving and we\u2019ll be fine.\u201d Cindy clasped her hands and shrieked with excitement. \u201cI can\u2019t believe our parents bought us tickets to see Michael Wales!\u201d<\/p>\n That brought a real smile to Sara\u2019s face. \u201cI know! Our parents are the best.\u201d<\/p>\n She flicked a knob on the radio as she veered into the parking lot, silencing Neil Diamond\u2019s \u201cHolly Holy.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSee? I told you. You worry too much. We\u2019re here with a good ten minutes to spare.\u201d Cindy flipped her straight blonde hair over her shoulder. She turned the rearview mirror toward her and applied a fresh coating of lip gloss.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re only \u2018here\u2019 if I can find a place to park.\u201d Sara maneuvered her little car up one aisle and down another, until finally, \u201cGood! There\u2019s one.\u201d Before she could get to the space, a sleek, red Corvette swung in.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, no! That was our space,\u201d Cindy cried.<\/p>\n Two men unfolded themselves from the little sports car, the driver with olive skin and hair as dark as the passenger\u2019s was golden. The men started toward the building. Suddenly, the passenger looked at Sara and then back at the space.<\/p>\n The low-hanging sun framed him, a fair giant with short hair and the physique of a warrior. For a brief moment, Sara pictured him with sword and shield at the helm of a Norse sailing vessel. Her heart fluttered and her breath caught. Then she brought herself under control.<\/p>\n The girls watched as he talked to the dark-haired man and gestured to them. The driver looked around then shook his head before continuing toward the building. The blond shrugged apologetically at Sara and followed his friend.<\/p>\n \u201cShoot! I thought maybe he would have a heart.\u201d Sara eased off the clutch and started forward again.<\/p>\n \u201cThey were cute<\/em>.\u201d Cindy swerved in her seat to watch the men as they picked their way through the parked cars. \u201cI wonder what the chances are of seeing them\u2013\u201d<\/p>\n A piercing whistle cut through Cindy\u2019s words. \u201cStop, Sara! The blond guy is waving at us.\u201d<\/p>\n Sara turned to look behind them. The blond man was indeed waving, gesturing for her to come toward him. \u201cWhat does he want?\u201d she muttered. Deciding to ignore him, she drove on, turning to the right.<\/p>\n He whistled again.<\/p>\n \u201cHe wants you to pull around there. He\u2019s still waving.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, all right,\u201d Sara grumbled. \u201cBut make sure your door is locked, Cindy. And don\u2019t roll your window down.\u201d<\/p>\n Cindy laughed. \u201cYou sound like my mother. What do you think is going to happen right here in the parking lot?\u201d<\/p>\n Sara managed a U-turn and drove to where the man stood. Rolling her window down an inch, she said loudly, \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n He bent down to peer through the glass at her, a lopsided grin on his face. Good Lord, he was<\/em> cute. Muscled shoulders and arms, angular, strong features, hair a rich blond, and dark, sapphire-blue eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, my heavens,\u201d she heard Cindy say under her breath.<\/p>\n For once, Sara understood her friend\u2019s meaning. His grin made her stomach do flip-flops and her palms sweat.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t bite,\u201d he said around a chuckle, motioning to the almost closed window. \u201cI just wanted to tell you, there\u2019s a place right over there. I think you can squeeze your Bug into it.\u201d He turned and pointed at a half space at the end of the aisle, a couple of cars away.<\/p>\n Flashing him a look of gratitude, she put the little car in gear and pulled into the spot. The tall, handsome stranger followed.<\/p>\n When Sara turned off the engine, the guy opened the door for Cindy and held out his hand to assist her. Out of nowhere, a sharp pang of jealousy struck Sara. Its intensity and suddenness disturbed her. After all, she didn\u2019t know this man; what difference did it make if he and Cindy hit it off?<\/p>\n By the time she collected her purse, stepped out and made sure the doors were locked, Cindy and the mystery man were like old friends. Again she felt the Green Monster strike, and gave a mental shake to rid herself of its clutches.<\/p>\n \u201cSara,\u201d Cindy said, smiling dreamily at the tall man, \u201cthis is Paul Steinert. Wasn\u2019t he just wonderful<\/em>, finding us this space?\u201d She tittered.<\/p>\n It was all Sara could manage, not to gape. Cindy always flirted but tittering was something new.<\/p>\n \u201cPaul, this is my best friend, Sara Noland.\u201d<\/p>\n Paul smiled and held out his hand. \u201cHello, Sara. I\u2019m sorry about the other space. This one is closer to the door, though.\u201d<\/p>\n She locked gazes with him and her tongue twisted in her mouth. Surges of heat flew through her body. If his smile had that effect, what would his touch do to her? Something wonderful.<\/em><\/p>\n No, something forbidden.<\/em><\/p>\n Buy<\/a> or Read for free on KU<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n About me:<\/strong><\/p>\n A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex. She is the primary persona of three pen names\u2014triplets, if you will: Dee, Anne Krist, and Jenna Stewart.<\/p>\n As noted above, Dee S. Knight writes erotic romance\u2014emphasis on the romance! She was part of an anthology named a Top Pick in Romantic Times magazine (Resolutions) and the sole author of another Top Pick designation, for the paranormal erotic romance, Passionate Destiny.<\/p>\n \u201cSister\u201d Anne Krist does not write erotic romance. Her book, Burning Bridges, has received high praise and multiple 5-star reviews because of the depth of the romance and emotion. Burning Bridges is Anne\u2019s first book but she has a series planned that she hopes to have out soon.<\/p>\n Third of the triplets is Jenna Stewart. Jenna has tried her hand at m\u00e9nage\u2014in both historical and shifter books. She wrote the Sisters O\u2019Ryan series set during the westward migration in the U.S., the Great Wolves of Men-Edge, and Unlikely Bedfellows.<\/p>\n Regardless of the name she uses to write during the day, their dream man, childhood sweetheart, and long-time hubby are all the same guy. What happens during their nights are their secret.<\/p>\n For romance ranging from sweet to historical, contemporary to paranormal and more join the girls on Nomad Authors. Sign up for Dee\u2019s newsletter with Jan Selbourne and have access to fun free reads. Also, once a month, look for Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity.<\/p>\n Author links:<\/strong><\/p>\n Website<\/a><\/p>\n Blog<\/a><\/p>\n Twitter<\/a><\/p>\n Facebook<\/a><\/p>\n Goodreads<\/a><\/p>\n Amazon<\/a><\/p>\n Newsletter<\/a><\/p>\n LinkedIn<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Powered by Linky Tools<\/b><\/p>\n Click here<\/a>\u00a0 to see the list of other authors participating in today’s blog hop! 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