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My previously published book, Pleasing The Doctor, has gotten a makeover! It’s now been re-released and is available for purchase. If you didn’t check this BDSM novella out the first time around, now’s your chance to pick it up for $2.99:Pleasing-The-Doctor-web

It’s been a year since Alice’s divorce, a year since her lady parts have gotten any up-close-and-personal attention from a man. When she meets Damien and he invites her back to his hotel room, she decides to be wild and brave for a change. After all, it’s just one night. His card says he’s an out-of-town doctor—it’s the perfect chance for her to explore some of her deepest desires without having to worry about after-sex embarrassment.

Except Damien isn’t an out-of-towner at all. He’s just moved to the area and knows, as soon as he sees Alice, that he can give her the kind of pleasure she secretly craves. The kind of pleasure that comes from a good spanking and some leather bindings.

Convincing Alice to give in to her desires isn’t a problem—convincing her to stay once the sun comes up is the real challenge.

Pleasing The Doctor is available at:

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THERE’S BRAND NEW STUFF TOO!

Lexxie Couper has written a super hot, super fun MM entitled… wait for it… Balls Up. He he.

Here’s more info about Lexxie’s latest:

It’s a game changer…

Balls UpRhys McDowell. Striker for Manchester United. Bad boy on the soccer field. Badder boy in the bedroom. Rhys lives by the motto: never second-guess anything. His only regret in life is that he fell in love with the wrong man decades ago and no one has ever been able to erase that guy from his heart.

Until now.

Curtis Clarkson. Ex-captain of the Australian cricket team. A man once feared on the pitch, Clarkson is now a highly respected businessman with a devilish glint in his eye and a willingness to follow wherever life leads him. He never expected it to lead him to a man. A cocky soccer player, no less. And a private shower in Heathrow airport.

When lust and desire take control of both men, all the rules of the game utterly change. Curtis never thought he’d fall for a guy. And Rhys never thought he’d fall again, period.

But when fame follows your every step, what happens behind closed doors doesn’t always stay there. And the penalty box may very well leave you not just sweaty…but broken.

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I’d Like You To Meet Meg

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My second Escape Publishing book, Until He Met Meg, released today! I guess this means that one sweet romance I released a while back wasn’t a fluke eh *wink*. See I’m not just sinful, I’m sweet too :).

Until He Met Meg

Meg Lacy came to Sydney to chase her dream, but the dream is somewhat elusive, so she finds herself unemployed, UntilHeMetMeg_Final (2)uninspired and on the verge of giving up. A chance encounter with wealthy single father Bryce Carlton gives her a temporary reprieve: a job as a nanny to his headstrong eight-year-old daughter.

The arrangement is supposed to be short-term, an easy way for her to save money while she pursues her dream. But her heart doesn’t understand, and before long she is growing attached to her charge and falling in love with a man determined not to risk his heart a second time.

When his first marriage ended Bryce vowed to never become seriously involved with another woman, but Meg turns his house, his life and his heart upside down.

She is his daughter’s nanny, he’s not the right man for her, and there are a million reasons why their relationship shouldn’t be. Everything was going according to plan…until he meets Meg.

I’m thrilled this book is now available to the world. I have a real soft spot for sweet, old fashioned romances, and if you do too this is definitely a book worth checking out.

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Excerpt:

‘Find anything interesting?’

Startled, Meg almost dropped the frame as she spun around. Bryce Carlton was standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, looking none too impressed to find her nosing around his study. Hastily, Meg put the photo back where she had found it, feeling her cheeks wash with heat. ‘I’m sorry. I was just…’

‘Snooping?’ he filled in as he crossed the room to glance at the photo she had been looking at. ‘My parents, if you must know. Lawrence and Margaret.’

At his nearness Meg felt a hum in her blood and she had to resist the urge to step back. ‘They’re a nice-looking couple.’

‘They were. They died in a plane crash almost ten years ago.’

‘Oh. I’m sorry.’ Such an inane, inadequate thing to say, as Meg well knew. She found herself blurting, ‘I shouldn’t have said that. My mother died when I was fifteen. I always hated it when people said how sorry they were, as if it was their fault.’

He regarded her in steady silence. She felt his gaze and turned to meet it. There was a softness in his eyes she hadn’t seen before. It reminded her of that moment in the taxi, when she’d been talking about her wish to work in design. They’d shared a flash of kinship, as though they weren’t two utterly different people from separate worlds meeting by chance and nothing more. Here, in the quiet of his den, the sensation felt shockingly intimate.

Meg rubbed her arms again, clenching her teeth so they didn’t chatter. Ridiculous that a heavy sadness should fill her at the idea of this man’s loss. To lose two parents at the same time must have been horrendous. Her mother’s cancer diagnosis, and the painfully short journey to her ultimate death, had been devastating to Meg because they had been so close. But at least she still had her father and brothers. As often as they’d butted heads, those familial connections had kept her from loneliness so abject it might have destroyed her.

She wondered if Bryce Carlton had siblings. At a guess she would say not. There was an air of separateness about him, of isolation. As though he was used to being alone.

Meg fought against the spurt of sympathy. Bryce’s state of being was none of her concern.

‘Were you able to reach your friend?’ The query seemed loud in the silence that had lengthened between them.

‘I’m afraid not,’ Meg answered. ‘If you don’t mind I’ll try again in a few minutes.’

‘And if she’s still not home?’

If it made any sense at all, Meg would have sworn he sounded angry. ‘I suppose I’ll call another taxi.’

‘And use your last dollar getting home,’ he concluded gruffly.

With astonishment Meg realised he was angry. She whirled on him. ‘So? What’s that to you?’

‘You should have let me pay for your trip home when I offered.’

‘I’m sorry my aversion to taking charity from strangers has inconvenienced you.’

‘You’re not inconveniencing me.’ His jaw set in a way that belied his statement. ‘I simply think your pride has gotten in the way of your common sense.’

‘And I’m obviously in your way,’ Meg deduced. ‘I suppose I’ll call another cab right now and get it over with.’

As she reached for the phone Bryce’s hand came forward to stop her. His touch warmed her chilled skin in a way she found far too pleasurable. Yet short of assaulting him she could do nothing to escape the contact. She stood and felt the waves of heat purl through her as she stared up into his scowling face.

‘You’re still freezing,’ he noted after a long moment that crackled with an unsettling awareness. His voice seemed to have dropped an octave. ‘Why did you take off my jacket?’

Meg had to swallow before she could respond. Still, her voice sounded scratchy to her ears. ‘I could hardly keep it, could I?’

He stared at her a long time, his dark eyes studying each curve of her face. His perusal was intense, yet not entirely flattering. Meg felt as though her features were being catalogued, rather than admired. Annoyance rose swiftly, blessedly providing strength when it was needed. ‘Find anything interesting?’ she inquired, echoing his words of before.

His scowl deepened, became a glower. ‘I’m sure you’re aware of how attractive you are.’ He released her arm and abruptly turned away. ‘I’ll start a fire.’

Variety is the Spice of Life – Sex Locations Day 1

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As an erotic romance author, one of the things you strive to do to is make the sex in each book distinct and different. This takes some inventiveness and some serious risk taking at times from your protagonists. When you’ve racked up 15 books (many more from the other Divas), most of them containing more than one sex scene each and many of them sporting many more than that, it’s Sexy Couplenot easy to make each scene stand out from the other.

This is why I’ve recently turned to play equipment. Yep, as in a public park. At night, no lights (aka no witnesses), not a lot of moonlight. Nobody’s naked on the jungle jim and no DNA gets left behind, this is strictly a preview to the main event. But still, I’ve resorted to foreplay involving a slippery slide. LOL.

Casting my mind back, my characters have committed sex acts in a wide range of places

SAMI’S CHARACTER SEX LOCATION LIST

In a bed (naturally)

On the couch

On the kitchen table

Against the wall

Against the door (same thing as above, really)

In a stable (but NOT on a horse. At least not yet)

In the shower

In the ocean

In a resort swimming pool

In a car (stationery)

In a car (moving)

On a boat (anchored. You can only handle one rudder at a time)

At the beach

On a balcony

In the middle of a vineyard

On a rug in front of the fire (it’s a cliché because it’s good)

At the bar in a hotel

At a lookout (very public, oooh)

Over the phone

In the back yard

That’s quite a list. But I reckon the playground example shows there are many more places to explore.

Anyone want to go canoeing?

**********CONTEST**********

 This week each Diva will be putting up their list of character sex locations (yes the list has an official name). Each day any commenter who can match up at least one of that author’s books with its corresponding sex location will go in the draw to win a set of four backlist books–winner’s choice, one from each of us. So for eg you might say that that Sami’s sex in the stables scene is from Eternal Brand (I gave that one away because that book hasn’t released yet!). Do you get the picture? Match up as many or as few as you can.

Sounds like fun to me :).

Sami

A Little Spark

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If you’ve been living under a rock you might not know that I had a release day yesterday. Otherwise I’m sure you’ve seen me going on an on about it on social media, because Rob McConnell’s book is available for purchase and I’m thrilled. I fell in love with Rob while writing Burning Up for the Down and Dirty boxed set, and I’m so glad to see his story finally on sale. Rob is a seriously nice guy, but hella sexy too. I DO believe nice guys can be sexy–don’t you?

Resisting a gorgeous firefighter bent on seduction could prove the ultimate challenge.

Firefighter Rob McConnell doesn’t believe in love at first sight, until he meets Sierra Lawson and his common sense goes up in flames. The woman sets his heart alight the instant he meets her, and he could swear the feeling is mutual. But Sierra has one rule that makes a relationship between them unworkable—she doesn’t date firefighters. Still, Rob thinks the spark between them deserves a chance to grow and he’ll use every seductive talent he has to convince Sierra to take a chance on love.

Sierra doesn’t believe in taking chances. Her late fiancé took them on the job as a cop and wound up dead. Knowing she can’t go through that kind of heartache again, Sierra vows never to date another man in a dangerous profession. But when hunky firefighter Rob bursts into her life, her list of rules looks set to burn up like dry kindling. The man is temptation personified. An affair seems inevitable.

Guarding her heart? Impossible.

Now available!

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Excerpt

Two things woke Rob McConnell at 3:46 in the morning. The sound of a woman screaming and the acrid smell of smoke.

He shot out of bed, his firefighter instincts on full alert. Yesterday, he’d spent the better part of a ten-hour shift working with his crew and several others to dampen a factory fire before it spread to the surrounding industrial area. They’d managed to douse the flames without any loss of life, but they weren’t always so lucky. Screaming and smoke tended to make Rob spring right into action.

He was yanking on a pair of jeans in two seconds, bolting out of his bedroom in three. He stopped in the darkened hall, listening for the roar of flames. It took him a moment to realize there was no roar, and that the woman’s screams weren’t the come-and-save-me-I’m-burning-to-death kind. They were more of the Oh-God-baby-yes-I’m coming-I’m-coming variety.

Rob groaned and rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands. His housemates were at it again. Blair Bowman and Leo Chatfield—otherwise known at the fire station as Blue and Chats—were working their way through all the women in Ashton Heights and a few surrounding suburbs who were willing to take both of them on at the same time. Unfortunately, there were a lot of women to choose from.

Ordinarily, Rob wouldn’t care what his two workmates did in the bedroom. He wasn’t a complete stranger to the delights of three-way action himself. But the walls in the old Queenslander the three of them shared were paper thin. The noise was affecting his sleep.

Pushing out a sigh, Rob walked into the kitchen to grab the milk from the fridge. Just as he was about to lift the carton to his lips, he detected that scent of smoke again. The screams might have been nothing to worry about, but that persistent smell was a concern. He followed it to the open kitchen window, which faced the kitchen window of the neighboring house. Through the glass, he saw a telltale orange glow emanating from inside.

“Shit!”

Rob dropped the milk carton, spilling the contents all over the linoleum floor. Ignoring the mess, he yanked the fire extinguisher off its wall bracket and bolted toward the sliding glass door that led to the back patio. He ran down the stairs three at a time, vaulted over the fence between the two properties and leapt up the back stairs of number nineteen. He banged on the glass of the house’s back door, trying to rouse the single mother and three kids who lived inside.

Through the glass, Rob could see the fire had already consumed the toaster on the bench. As he watched and banged furiously on the door, the flames leapt from the toaster to a nearby tea towel and set it alight.

Where the hell were their smoke alarms? Fuck it, he thought. He couldn’t wait for Cheryl to wake up. He lifted the fire extinguisher and rammed the base of it into the door. A crack appeared in the glass immediately. With only one more blow, the whole sheet exploded. Glass fell everywhere, leaving shards on the inside and outside of the house.

A woman screamed, the sound ear-splitting. Rob didn’t even look at her as he leapt over the broken glass and headed for the kitchen. He lifted the fire extinguisher and released the safety switch. Rob gave it a few good long bursts, spraying at the flames until he’d buried the small blaze in white foam.

When the noise of the extinguisher died down, silence fell. Outside, a dog barked. A few screen doors creaked as they opened. The commotion had obviously gotten the attention of the neighbors. Rob’s heart rate began to calm as the adrenaline eased out of his system.

It sped up again at the sound of one shrill question. “Why in the world did you do that?”

Rob’s head whipped around and he got his first real look at the woman who’d screamed earlier. A woman who was definitely not Cheryl, the forty-something mother of three who lived at number nineteen. This woman was not forty, probably wouldn’t be for at least fifteen years. And if her hips had born any children, they sure didn’t show a sign of it. She was trim and slender with long hair that fell in straight dark strands all the way to her tiny waist. Which wasn’t far because she was short.

She was short, cute and really ticked off. Which ticked Rob off. Fortunately, his annoyance distracted him from the other things he was feeling. His first glimpse of the woman had knocked the breath from him and he felt like he’d been sucker punched.
Sigh. I love him!

I hope you check out Giving Off Sparks.

Sami

Not to be Outdone…

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I see you Jess with all your sexy new covers. They are very gorgeous I must say. But I can’t let the New Cover Queen title go unchallenged. I too have some new covers that I want to show you, for books 1 and 2 in my new series entitled Ashton Heights Fire. The series is a spin off of my novel Erica’s Choice, and will involve lots of yummy two on one and one on one lovin’ starring super hot Aussie firefighters. What more could you want?

Book 1 is Burning Up

Burning Up

Burning Up is the story that was included in the Down and Dirty Boxed Set, and it’s now available as a single release.

One woman, two sexy firefighters and a whole lot of mischief.

Pam Spencer is sick of looking for love in all the wrong places. Sure, she wants a solid relationship, but if steamy casual sex is on offer, who is she to turn it down? Especially when the offer comes from not one, but two smokin’ hot firefighters.

Steve Waller has a serious thing for Pam, but she seems more interested in his mate Rob McConnell. When they both realize Pam is open to a threesome, they jump at the chance. Too bad Steve really wants Pam all to himself. But love can’t blossom out of a crazy one night three way. Can It?

Burning Up is available now at Amazon       Barnes & Noble     Smashwords    iBooks

And you want to know what book cover 2 is don’t you? The follow up to Burning Up is called Giving Off Sparks.

Giving off SparksResisting a gorgeous firefighter bent on seduction could prove the ultimate challenge.

Firefighter Rob McConnell doesn’t believe in love at first sight, until he meets Sierra Lawson and his common sense goes up in flames. The woman sets his heart alight the instant he meets her, and he could swear the feeling is mutual. But Sierra has one rule that makes a relationship between them unworkable—she doesn’t date firefighters. Still, Rob thinks the spark between them deserves an opportunity to grow and he’ll use every seductive talent he has to convince Sierra to take a chance on love.

Sierra doesn’t believe in taking chances. Her late fiancé took them on the job as a cop and wound up dead. Knowing she can’t go through that kind of heartache again, Sierra vows never to date another man in a dangerous profession. But when hunky firefighter Rob bursts into her life, her list of rules looks set to burn up like dry kindling. The man is temptation personified. An affair seems inevitable.

Guarding her heart? Impossible.

Giving Off Sparks will release on October 30, but you can preorder it now from Amazon      Smashwords     iBooks

Woohoo! I’m so excited about releasing this series. The books have been such fun to write and I hope you have fun reading them too.

Sami

New Cover Reveal!

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I have a cover for my December Escape release, Until He Met Meg. I love the guy on this cover, he’s scrummy. This is my second sweet romance, and a fun little rom com romp it is. You can read the blurb and an excerpt here.

Can’t wait for this book to come out!

Let Me Take You Back…

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Picture it. It was 2008. I’d just had a book rejected for what I in hindsight see were valid reasons, but at the time I was not happy. I was wailing about my short-lived writing career being in the toilet, stuffing my face full of fish and chips and magnum ice creams and threatening to give up writing and buy a coffee van (something the other Divas will tell you I still threaten to do at least once a year).

Then I was perusing the Samhain Publishing website looking for inspiration and I see it: A call for submissions for an anthology of novellas, and the theme was ménage a trois.

Hmmm. I’d only written one erotic story, a short story. I’d never even thought to attempt a ménage. I’d read a few and found them hot, but not particularly romantic. I was a ROMANCE author. Was it possible to write a ménage a trois novella and make it romantic?

As Barney Stinson would say, CHALLENGE. ACCEPTED.Chasing Sunset Cover

My enthusiasm for writing was renewed. I thought if nothing else, it would be fun. And it was. I can’t say I wrote Chasing Sunset in 10 days, but I did write it from start to finish fairly quickly, laughing and giggling all the way. I couldn’t believe I was writing such things. I was being outrageously rude and loving every minute of it.

Turned out Samhain didn’t think Chasing was suitable for the anthology call but they did want to publish it on its own. It came out in December of that year and I found out I really enjoyed writing ménage at trois stories, thanks very much. I loved Sidney McCall, the woman who jumps at the opportunity when her boyfriend suggests a ménage with him and his best friend.

Chasing Sunset Snippet:

 “I think it’s time you both stripped. I only have two hands you know.”

Brody walked toward the bed. Sid’s gaze was riveted by the play of his hands as he did her bidding and started to slide down his trousers. “Drew, you should have told me what a saucy wench your girlfriend could be.”

Drew stepped forward too, opening his fly. “What, you wouldn’t have done this?”

“No.” Brody toed off his shoes, and dropped his pants and briefs. “I’d have insisted on doing it sooner.”

With a deft tug, Drew’s jeans went the way of Brody’s trousers. “Like I would have let you near my girl.”

“I’m pretty close to her now, butthead.”

“That’s different. This was my idea.”

“Boys, boys,” Sidney interjected. “This is no time to fight.” Especially not when her level of desire had shot up dramatically at the sight of them both gloriously naked. She fluttered her eyelashes. “Not over little ol’ me.”

Brody made that curt sound again and stepped forward to frame her face in his big, square hands. “Unbelievably wicked.” He captured her mouth in rough desire and reached down to grasp her breast. His touch was devoid of the gentleness he’d employed earlier. Sid gasped into his mouth, shock and delight intermingling.

By the time he pulled back she was breathless, less in control than she had felt a moment ago.

Sid moaned and dropped her head to the side as Drew settled himself beside her and trailed kisses along her neck. Her lips parted as Brody traced their shape with his finger. When he dipped the finger inside her mouth, Sid latched on and sucked it farther in, opening her eyes to see pure lust transform his expression. She could smell the musky aroma of his arousal.

Lowering her gaze, she saw the jut of his erection, huge and blushed crimson, only inches from her face. She released his finger and gave his length a meaningful glance. “Brody, let me.”

Does he let her? Well I think you can guess the answer to that 🙂

Sami

The Week of WIP Men – Eternal Brand

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I’m currently in deadline hell, trying to get my latest WIP finished by Sunday. I’m feeling very ‘the little train that could’ right now I think I can, I think I can…

This book has been both a labour of love and a… well, just a labour, really. It’s only the second MMF I’ve ever written, and you may be aware of how long and angsty the first one is. This one was supposed to be simpler, but simple books and me aren’t very well acquainted. This time I have an ex-commando  hero with some serious psychological scarring and a long lost love who’s about to turn up and blow his sanctuary all to hell. His name is Brandon Walker, and his long lost love is Jet Durante. Together they’re explosive (and more than enough to satisfy Brand’s new love, Emily Irving).

In my mind, this is how I see Brand

Brand 2 Yes, Channing Tatum in army fatigues and a lot of sweat. Hmm.

And this is how I see Jet–Ian Sommerhalder wearing not very much.

Ian-Jet RaunchyThese guys make putting up with the torture of writing worthwhile 🙂

Sami

Teaser Tuesday

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What? It’s not Tuesday?

Oh well. Here’s a teaser anyway 🙂

I’ve been working on a little something that I’m really thrilled about. It’s called Giving Off Sparks and it’s the follow up to Burning Up, which is my story in the Down and Dirty boxed set. I just typed the end on it at around 5:30pm Sunday so it’s as yet unedited. But I thought to celebrate the The End part I’d share the first few pages of what I’ve done with you. I’m really really in love with Rob 🙂

Giving Off Sparks (Book 2 of the Ashton Heights Fire Series)Down&DirtyFlat

Chapter One

Two things woke Rob McConnell at 3:46 in the morning. The sound of a woman screaming and the acrid smell of smoke.

He shot out of bed, his firefighter’s instincts on full alert. Yesterday, he’d spent the better part of a ten hour shift working with his crew and several others to dampen a factory fire before it spread to the surrounding industrial area. They managed to douse the flames without any loss of life, but they weren’t always so lucky. Screaming and smoke tended to make Rob spring right into action.

He was yanking on a pair of jeans in two seconds, bolting out of his bedroom in three. He stopped in the darkened hall, listening for the roar of flames. It took him a moment to realize there was no roar, and that the woman’s screams weren’t the ‘come and save me I’m burning to death’ kind. They were more of the ‘Oh, God, baby, yes! I’m coming… I’m coming… oooohhh!’ variety.

Rob groaned and rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hands. His housemates were at it again. Blair Bowman and Leo Chatfield—otherwise known at the fire station as Blue and Chats—were working their way through all the women in Ashton Heights, and a few surrounding suburbs, who were willing to take both of them on at the same time. Unfortunately, there were a lot to choose from.

Ordinarily Rob wouldn’t care what his two workmates did in the bedroom. He wasn’t a complete stranger to the delights of three-way action himself. But the walls in the old Queenslander the three of them shared were paper thin. The noise was effecting his sleep.

Pushing out a sigh, Rob walked into the kitchen to grab the milk from the fridge. Just as he was about to lift the carton to his lips he detected that scent of smoke again. The screams might have been nothing to worry about but that persistent smell was a concern. He followed it to the open kitchen window, which faced the kitchen window of the neighboring house. Through the glass he saw a telltale orange glow emanating from inside.

“Shit!”

Rob dropped the milk carton, spilling the contents all over the linoleum floor. Ignoring the mess, he yanked the fire extinguisher off its wall bracket and bolted toward the sliding glass door that lead to the back patio. He ran down the stairs three at a time, vaulted over the fence between the two properties and leapt up the back stairs of number nineteen. He banged on the glass of the house’s back door, trying to rouse the single mother and three kids who lived inside.

Through the glass Rob could see the fire had already consumed the toaster on the bench. As he watched and banged furiously on the door, the flames leapt from the toaster to a nearby tea towel and set it alight.

Where the hell were their smoke alarms? Fuck it, he thought. He couldn’t wait for Cheryl to wake up. He lifted the fire extinguisher and rammed the base of it into the door. A crack appeared in the glass immediately. With only one more blow the whole sheet exploded. Glass fell everywhere, leaving shards on the inside and outside of the house.

A woman screamed, the sound ear-splitting. Rob didn’t even look at her as he leapt over the broken glass and headed for the kitchen. He lifted the fire extinguisher and released the safety switch. Rob gave it a few good long bursts, spraying at the flames until he buried the small blaze in white foam.

When the noise of the extinguisher died down, silence fell. Outside, a dog barked. A few screen doors creaked as they opened. The commotion had obviously gotten the attention of the neighbors. Rob’s heart rate began to calm as the adrenaline eased out of his system.

It sped up again at the sound of one shrill question. “Why in the world did you do that?”

Rob’s head whipped around so he got his first real look at the woman who’d screamed earlier. A woman who was definitely not Cheryl, the forty something mother of three who lived at number nineteen. This woman was not forty, probably wouldn’t be for at least fifteen years. And if her hips had born any children they sure didn’t show a sign of it. She was trim and slender, with long hair that fell in straight dark strands all the way to her tiny waist. Which wasn’t far because she was short.

She was short, cute, and really ticked off. Which ticked Rob off. Fortunately, his annoyance distracted him from the feeling of being sucker punched he experienced the first instant he laid eyes on the woman behind him.

like it?

Sami

A Sad Day

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Robin Williams has been on my screens, either TV or movie, for almost my whole life. When I was 5 years old Mork and Mindy was my favourite show. My mother used to call me in from outside so I could see it, because I would be devastated if I missed the beginning. I was going to grow up and move to Boulder Colorado so I could live with Mork, right or wrong.

Then with Robin moved on to movies he showed how versatile he was. The sensitivity he brought to his more serious roles was sublime. One of my favourite movie scenes of all time is the ‘It’s not your fault’ scene in Good Will Hunting. I cannot watch it without tearing up.

But then there are so many great moments. The Oh Captain my Captain scene from Dead Poet’s Society, the hilarious restaurant scene in Mrs. Doubtfire, his chilling performances in One Hour Photo and Insomnia, the DJing sequences in Good Morning Vietnam that I believe no body else in the world could have pulled off. the countless voice overs he provided for animated movies… the list could go on. Let’s just say it’s difficult for me to imagine a world where there will never be a new Robin Williams film, and I’m very very sad today.

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Nanoo, nanoo Mork

Sami

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