<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:44:56.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Author of Romance - JT Schultz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-2753557780277708580</id><published>2008-09-17T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:35:06.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Not Writing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff" size="3"&gt;So here I am pretending to be working&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;. Ha! You know I have reached new levels in procrastination when I am blogging, since I am probably the worse blogger going. Anyway, my book refuses to write itself, so I better get back at it. At least now Taylor can't complain over the fact I haven't blogged.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff" size="3"&gt;I even found another little quiz to help me be distracted today.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;COLOR: black;" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (INFP)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Your personality type is dreamy, romantic, elegant, and expressive.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 6% of all women and 4% of all men&lt;br&gt;You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-2753557780277708580?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/2753557780277708580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=2753557780277708580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/2753557780277708580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/2753557780277708580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-not-writing.html' title='When Not Writing...'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-5584055253657776783</id><published>2008-03-22T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T09:56:52.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Muppet Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff size=3&gt;Morning All,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff size=3&gt;Well I thought I should swing by and wish everyone a Happy Easter! I've been busy lately with a new idea and am pretty excited over the concept. I believe the story will be another hot comedy.  I know, no one is surprised. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff size=3&gt;Take care everyone and have a great weekend. &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You Are Scooter&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/scooter.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Brainy and knowledgable, you are the perfect sidekick.&lt;BR&gt;You're always willing to lend a helping hand.&lt;BR&gt;In any big event or party, you're the one who keeps things going.&lt;BR&gt;"15 seconds to showtime!" &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Muppet Personality Test&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-5584055253657776783?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/5584055253657776783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=5584055253657776783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/5584055253657776783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/5584055253657776783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2008/03/muppet-personality-test.html' title='The Muppet Personality Test'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-6547593438801222031</id><published>2008-03-11T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:57:35.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Animal Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff size=3&gt;I'm writing...honest &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png"&gt; Okay, I had to take this, you all know me and my quizzes. &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Your Animal Personality&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theanimalpersonalitytest/animal2.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Your Power Animal: Deer&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Animal You Were in a Past Life: Panda&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You are a fun-seeker - an adventurous, risk-taker.&lt;BR&gt;While you are spontaneous, you are not very rational. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/theanimalpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Animal Personality Test&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-6547593438801222031?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/6547593438801222031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=6547593438801222031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/6547593438801222031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/6547593438801222031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-animal-are-you.html' title='What Animal Are You?'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-5310452727847680100</id><published>2008-03-08T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:51:11.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Color Is Your Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff size=3&gt;Okay, I really should be writing...but this one was just too irresistible...LOL &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff size=3&gt;Oh, and very accurate.&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=#3333ff size=3&gt;Have a great weekend everyone! &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Your Mind is Purple&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatcolorisyourmindquiz/purple.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Of all the mind types, yours is the most idealistic. &lt;BR&gt;You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense.&lt;BR&gt;Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourmindquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Mind?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-5310452727847680100?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/5310452727847680100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=5310452727847680100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/5310452727847680100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/5310452727847680100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-color-is-your-mind.html' title='What Color Is Your Mind'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-1027791221939276961</id><published>2008-03-08T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:30:27.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind Of Panties Are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Okay, those of you that know me are not going to be surprised by this....I wasn't&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You Are Funky Panties&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofpantiesareyouquiz/funky-panties.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;You're stylish, trendy, but not over the top.&lt;BR&gt;You know how to look good - without looking like you're trying too hard.&lt;BR&gt;Men think that you're cute, friendly, and approachable.&lt;BR&gt;And you've got a spunky, feisty side that comes out after a while! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofpantiesareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Panties Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-1027791221939276961?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/1027791221939276961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=1027791221939276961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/1027791221939276961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/1027791221939276961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-kind-of-panties-are-you.html' title='What Kind Of Panties Are you?'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-1349354547901530618</id><published>2008-03-08T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T13:44:50.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Mixed Drink Are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Cosmo&lt;/STRONG&gt; You are a Sex In The City watching, feminine, urban drinker. Careful you don't spill on your designer clothes. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.quizrocket.com/mixed-drink-quiz"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://www.quizrocket.com/static/images/quizrocket/badges/mixeddrink/cosmo.gif"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Take the &lt;A href="http://www.quizrocket.com/mixed-drink-quiz"&gt;What Mixed Drink Are You Quiz&lt;/A&gt; at &lt;A href="http://www.quizrocket.com/"&gt;QuizRocket.com&lt;/A&gt;!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.quibblo.com/"&gt;Make Your Own Quiz&lt;/A&gt;&lt;IMG style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDUwMTIzMDc5MzcmcHQ9MTIwNTAxMjMzOTA2MiZwPTg3MzMxJmQ9bWl4ZWRkcmluayZuPQ==.jpg" width=0 border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff size=3&gt;And suddenly all my heroines make more sense....ROFL&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-1349354547901530618?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/1349354547901530618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=1349354547901530618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/1349354547901530618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/1349354547901530618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-mixed-drink-are-you.html' title='What Mixed Drink Are you?'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-4014575362918469808</id><published>2008-01-28T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:35:06.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Interesting Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="arial, helvetica" color=#3333ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;So, I was innocently cruising the blogs only to discover this neat one on my mother's. I had to take it.  No you won't be surprised with the results...LOL, only my nails are not as nice as the ones in the picture.  &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="arial, helvetica" color=#3333ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;See Taylor, I'm blogging **Wicked Grin**&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You Are a Ring Finger&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/finger-4.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;You are romantic, expressive, and hopeful. You see the best in everything.&lt;BR&gt;You are very artistic, and you see the world as your canvas. You are also drawn to the written word.&lt;BR&gt;Inventive and unique, you are often away in your own inner world.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You get along well with: The Pinky&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Stay away from: The Index Finger &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Finger Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-4014575362918469808?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/4014575362918469808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=4014575362918469808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/4014575362918469808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/4014575362918469808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-interesting-quiz.html' title='Another Interesting Quiz'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-2722290754413944263</id><published>2008-01-23T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:06:27.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Blogging, I'm Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Total Brainiac&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouabrainiacquiz/brainiac-3.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're amazingly brilliant. Some would even say genius.&lt;br /&gt;You're curious, thoughtful, analytical, and confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take on difficult subjects because you want to... not because you have to.&lt;br /&gt;No field of knowledge is too complicated or intimidating for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got the brains to do anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;It's possible you end up doing everything you want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouabrainiacquiz/"&gt;Are You a Brainiac?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, my dear friend Taylor has pointed out I don't blog enough. This is true, I don't deny it. So today I thought I would &lt;strike&gt;procrastinate&lt;/strike&gt; surf the net for the sake of research. What I came across was a gem of a quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Hehehe go on take it and tell me if you're a brainiac or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-2722290754413944263?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/2722290754413944263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=2722290754413944263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/2722290754413944263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/2722290754413944263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-blogging-i-blogging.html' title='I&amp;#39;m Blogging, I&amp;#39;m Blogging'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-3147042060106168593</id><published>2008-01-16T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:26:53.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than Illusions - Available Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.jt4writing.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R452GQoKCDgAAF2cM1U1/MoreThanIllusions_w1831_300.jpg?et=lTt%2Bi5n8057YqHNgavPobg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;products_id=689"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'"&gt;Title: &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;More Than Illusions&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'"&gt;Available at:&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'"&gt; &lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/"&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff&gt;www.thewildrosepress.com&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'"&gt;Heat Rating: &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;HOT&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Blurb:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Black Rose&lt;BR&gt;Miniature Rose &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Vampire prince Gabriel Paseillo does not intend to get married—ever. His father has other plans which involve &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Venice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and a brooch. He insists Gabe go to &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;Venice&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to track down a brooch, which he believes will guarantee him a bride. Only Gabe wasn’t counting on finding the beautiful FBI Agent Arianna, the crime lord trying to kill her or changing his mind about marriage.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red"&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;“I don’t know who the hell the three of you are but you two, step back or your buddy here gets a bullet to the head.” &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;“I am not afraid of bullets my dear.” In a swift movement Gabe spun around and faced her. His grin revealed two pointy fangs.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;I really have no luck.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Arianna pointed the gun still, though it was a struggle not to be scared. He was looking at her like was she about to become his next snack. She had to be strong. Her finger cocked the gun. “Then be warned you blood sucking bastard, these are silver bullets.”&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;His grin vanished. “Theo! Danaldi! Step back.” His gaze penetrated her. Her mind started to fuzz, but she fought it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;“Sorry vampy, I’ve had a real bad day, I’m not up for mind games. Back away from the parchment.”&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;“There are names on that list that have died.”&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;She was officially scared. His tone was pure venom. “I know that and I am about to put you on the not so immortal list.”&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;His dark brows shot up and his eyes sparkled then his mouth broke into a large smile. Her brain connected the puzzle and some missing piece slid into place. She was staring at the man whose reflection had been in the display window. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;He’s a vampire, how could he have a—&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;A sudden jar sent her gun sailing out of her hand and her arms and back pinned hard against the bedpost of the bed she had been on moments earlier.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;“I love a challenge,” he whispered.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Her mind was mush, because under the circumstances, there was no way she should be attracted to the gorgeous man in front of her. He was going to kill her. What was it with the men in her life these days?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Price $3.00 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;products_id=689"&gt;&lt;U&gt;Purchase&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-3147042060106168593?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/3147042060106168593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=3147042060106168593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/3147042060106168593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/3147042060106168593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-than-illusions-available-now.html' title='More than Illusions - Available Now!'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-1631376001645891677</id><published>2008-01-11T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T13:36:53.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Back - Available Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.jt4writing.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R4fgNAoKCDgAAFnkAtA1/TurningBack_w1424_300.jpg?et=oKoDav2cXR1HZk8RYVMgrQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;I know, I know, the book came out last week and I am just getting over here now.  Well Here is the cover and I thought I would share the blurb with you all.&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#6600cc&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Blurb:&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#6600cc size=2&gt;Joanna Mathis has lived the last seven years of her life without the man she would always love and without her faith in God. Shattered by a tragedy that stole her hope and her brother’s life she built a wall around her heart to stop from feeling. Going Back home changes that and brings her face to face not only with her broken spirit, but Nolan Kent. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#6600cc size=2&gt;     Nolan Kent has spent the last years of his life missing his best friend and mourning the loss of Joanna. When she comes back into his life and takes a position at the school he works at, he can’t help but wonder if it is to test his faith or if it’s an answer to his prayers. Through the hurt of the past and shaky ground of a future can Nolan not only get Joanna to realize he still loves her, but the Lord does as well?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=#3333ff size=2&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt; I was very excited about this book, despite the fact it is a short, because it was my first attempt at an inspirational. As a writer I like to grow and figured I would give it a try. I enjoyed it and have to confess I may write another short inspirational romance again--some day!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-1631376001645891677?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/1631376001645891677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=1631376001645891677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/1631376001645891677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/1631376001645891677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2008/01/turning-back-available-now.html' title='Turning Back - Available Now!'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-5175987887431871591</id><published>2007-12-06T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:44:33.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance By Mistake - Available Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://jt4writing.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R1hs0woKCtUAAAtyNqk1"&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://images.jt4writing.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R1hs0woKCtUAAAtyNqk1/RBM200x300.JPG?et=RBa4q89Td3V5nUkccLxsMA" border=0&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #0000bf; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;Blurb:&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #0000bf; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;Reality TV didn’t see her coming—neither did he!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #0000bf"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;Reeve &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Huntington&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; didn’t see the spunky beauty coming, but as soon as he laid eyes on her, he knew she was the one. He is only TV’s hottest bachelor, and his twin friends don’t like her. Of course, the whole matter of the contestants is a slight problem. So what’s a guy to do away from the circus of TV? Get &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Marina&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; to be part of his reality.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #0000bf"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;Marina Carzelli had a normal, almost boring life. Of course, having an eccentric one of a kind shop and drag queens for friends can take the doldrums away. She was single, a great mom then it happened, one slippery spot on the mall floor, one cup of coffee, a set of twins and—Him! Reeve is hunky, but can she give her heart to a man that is marrying someone else on the whim of chance, or would their romance be a mistake?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #0000bf"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #0000bf; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #0000bf; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE2284948t00"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;“Oh, this isn’t funny,” a very stunned Luke groaned from the living room. “Who would have known? Did you know?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE2284948t00"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;“I swear on my Marilyn Monroe wig I had no idea,” Divinity mused in surprise.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE2284948t00"&gt;Marina&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE2284948t00"&gt; picked up the bowl in one hand and grabbed the wine glass she had set down moments earlier up in the other. “What are you girls rattling about?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE2284948t00"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Silence. Neither Luke nor Divinity said anything, just had horrified looks on their faces as &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Marina&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; walked into the living room. They stared from the TV to &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Marina&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and back again. This was not a good sign.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE2284948t00"&gt;Marina&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE2284948t00"&gt; turned and looked at the television just as a famous host from several reality TV shows came on. “So tell me, Reeve, are you ready to trust your marital status to your friends, and viewers everywhere?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE2284948t00"&gt;Marina&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE2284948t00"&gt; turned to Divinity and Luke. “Tell me I just did not hear that? Some guy is letting his two friends and TV viewers pick his wife? I thought the bachelor reality shows were a way of the past. Is this guy misfortunate-looking or something?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE2284948t00"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;“No, actually darling, he is quite handsome and is very rich. His family owns those Hunt’s gas bars all over the &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and his family is sponsoring the show.” Divinity had the strangest look on her face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE21B0480t00"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;What are they not telling me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE2284948t00"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;“I have the up most faith,” a sexy and smooth voice replied to the question. There was something strangely familiar about it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE2284948t00"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;“We just want her to make Reeve happy, right Trey?” The voice had her mind reel in reaction. It was the same voice that had echoed in her mind in the middle of the busy mall this morning. She wheeled around to face the TV. Wine spilled out of her glass and she didn’t care as she focused on the face of one of the twins.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE2284948t00"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;“That’s right, Kyle. Reeve’s happiness is the most important thing here.” It was the other twin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE2284948t00"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;“No!” &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Marina&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; breathed out in shock.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE2284948t00"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;“Reeve, you’re pretty lucky to have such good friends,” the famous host said with a laugh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE2284948t00"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;“Aren’t I, though?” replied the man of the moment. Her jaw dropped and the hand holding the popcorn went limp. It was the sexy man who had gone without a shirt in her store.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE2284948t00"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;“So, Reeve, how does it feel to be the most sought after bachelor?” the host asked. At the same time, the popcorn bowl hit the soft, dark carpet of the living room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE2284948t00"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;“&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Marina&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, darling, are you okay, love?” Divinity sounded a little worried.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: TTE2284948t00"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;She turned and looked at her two friends. 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MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;       Forced to travel to Alaska to settle rising conflict between her father’s mine and local environmentalists, Amber Westing finally&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sees something to rival the Alaskan scenery. Craven Nioka is tall, dark, and too damn sexy for Amber’s own good. Craven is also in need of a good working between the sheets, and she intends to see he gets it. After all, the environmentalists vandalizing the diamond mine will be there when she’s done with the hunky man of Alaska. That’s if&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; a woman could ever truly be done with a man like Craven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;        Craven Nioka isn’t sure what pink rock that Amber Westing crawled from under, but knows that the brunette &lt;/span&gt;beauty with dark eyes and the streaked dark hair is going back to Nevada where she came from. He just has to figure out two things: One, how to get the Sin City cutie back on the plane; and two, how he’s going to keep himself out of her bed until he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;        The nights heat up between the sheets; and by day, the threats of the environmentalists increase. Soon, catastrophe strikes and Craven has to decide if destroying what he shares with Amber is really the best way to save them both from the deadly threats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.3in; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Just hear me out,” he demanded, trying hard not to notice anything that would turn him on. He took a deep breath and smelled nothing but feminine scent. Yep, that fruity soft scent blew that hope all to hell. Amber Westing was here to challenge him not just sexually, but with that sharp tongue and the attitude that was twice as big as she was. “My mother yelled at me, because I left you to fend for your self, because you were scared and I should’ve stayed to make sure you were safe and settled, all because you got your thong in a bunch thinking that something or someone was in this house.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.3in; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Stop throwing that temper at me, Craven Nioka, because you don’t need to be so rude to me, I have no idea what it is about me you hate so much. Second, my thong was not in a bunch because I’m not wearing one now.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.3in; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;The thought stiffened his cock, the muscle in his jaw flexed as he gritted his teeth. “I didn’t need to hear that.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.3in; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Shut-up and hear me out, I wasn’t alone for your information. However, I got it worked out and made a fire and it’s all okay.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.3in; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Craven ran his bare hands over his face. Amber was really something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.3in; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;“And where the hell are your gloves?” she asked, sounding more like a scolding mother than a beautiful brunette on a rampage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.3in; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;He looked up at her and ran his hand over his jaw. Her gaze dropped to his hand then back up. For the slightest second, desire burned in her eyes. He had to get away from her. “Well, where is this intruder?” He lifted his brow and waited for her response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.3in; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Behind you on the sofa.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.3in; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Craven nodded and looked to the sofa, a small set of brown eyes stared back at him. Horror and shock washed over him and he spun back to Amber. “That’s a mink, they’re wild animals,” he told her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.3in; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;“So, you’re a wild animal.” She moved past him and over to the sofa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.3in; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;He wheeled around and stepped closer to her. “I’m not a wild animal.” He tried to ignore the silent debate if her defiance and stubbornness were grating on his nerves or because it was fiercely turning him on that was grating on his nerves. “That is a wild animal.” He pointed to the gray mink and looked at it. “What the hell does it have around its neck?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.3in; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;It&lt;/i&gt; has a name, it’s Sasha and that would be my diamond tennis bracelet,” she answered in a defiant tone. “I put it on her after I bathed her; diamonds and mink go well together. You would have known that if you had come sooner and not stopped along the way to do whatever the hell it is you do.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.3in; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;“I got here as quickly as the snow and ice allowed, not by choice.” Why the hell did she have to be so damn beautiful? “Now, what the hell do you mean you bathed the mink?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.3in; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Her face softened and she smiled. “She smelled, so I gave her a good shampoo; she liked the water.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.3in; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Craven’s mouth parted in shock. She was beautiful as hell, but as clueless as they came. “It could have bit you, it could have a disease, and it’s in the wild for a reason!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.3in; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Well, that certainly explains you, Craven Nioka,” she told him with wide eyes and a pout. “Only, I didn’t realize cold blooded creatures could survive in these temperatures.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.3in; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;She did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; just call him cold blooded. “I’m not cold blooded, that I am sure of, as sure as the fact that tomorrow your Sin City ass is getting on a plane.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.3in; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Like hell I am! Sasha and I are staying put.” She glared at him and pursed her lips again. He couldn’t look at her lips or he would think of the way they felt next to his. His gaze dropped to her lips, his brain disregarded the warning. He was wrong and didn’t think of how they felt; instead, he remembered how she tasted. His cock stiffened, and for the umpteenth time that day, he was real glad his coat covered it. Lifting his gaze, he met her eyes. He didn’t want this, he never asked for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;“No staying, no pet minks, nothing. Pack your stuff and let’s go,” he told her firmly. “I’ll take your bracelet off that fur trap, then we are gone.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ebook $5.49 Print $13.95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=246&amp;amp;zenid=a6b005a81bf8ccd0060df23896894e91"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purchase Here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-2830404318225207538?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/2830404318225207538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=2830404318225207538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/2830404318225207538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/2830404318225207538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-that-ice-available-now.html' title='All That Ice - Available Now!'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-3195301705654372500</id><published>2007-09-05T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:55:26.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bride Wore Boots - Available Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/Rt-bnSAF5PI/AAAAAAAAACA/tum-vyAnwZY/s1600-h/brideworebootsCOVER200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106971601610859762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/Rt-bnSAF5PI/AAAAAAAAACA/tum-vyAnwZY/s320/brideworebootsCOVER200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am a couple days late getting to this, but it has been a hectic and crazy summer. Needless to say the happy news is the kids are back in school. Yeah, I'm going to miss them during the day....okay, not really , let's face it; they are learning something and unable to call my name every ten minutes. I see nothing but good....and I hear silence.&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;a href="http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;products_id=222&amp;amp;zenid=5a55960d95b29246a7a77f7f60921e8d"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The Bride Wore Boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;was released on the 1st of this month and Is doing really well. I'm working on having a contest for autographed print copies and will hopefully post something by Saturday...afternoon, so stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, here is blurb and link to purchase this latest release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Blurb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison Bellini has it all figured out: Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run away from her high society family, her money-grubbing fiancé who has sex with anyone but her, and--land herself a cowboy, for good measure. When her car skids on a patch of mud, and she ends up in the river, she finds herself with the sexiest cowboy she could have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ty Kirkland has had enough of women. And money trouble. When he finds a woman blowing bubbles in the river and realizes she's an oil heiress with no memory, he decides she might be the answer to both problems at once. Introducing her to family and friends as his fiancée, he thinks he's got it made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only he wasn't counting on his family adoring her, his libido going into overdrive, or that her amnesia might be fake. The worst surprise of all is that he wants to turn their engagement into a real one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Print: $12.95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ebook: $5.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;products_id=222&amp;amp;zenid=5a55960d95b29246a7a77f7f60921e8d"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Purchase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-3195301705654372500?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/3195301705654372500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=3195301705654372500&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/3195301705654372500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/3195301705654372500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2007/09/bride-wore-boots-available-now.html' title='The Bride Wore Boots - Available Now'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/Rt-bnSAF5PI/AAAAAAAAACA/tum-vyAnwZY/s72-c/brideworebootsCOVER200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-4818798134692227908</id><published>2007-08-10T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:41:00.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bride Wore Boots Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, so I have got to be the worst Blogger in history. I really need to get over here more. Life has been crazy and I am hunting down the brilliant soul that came up with the idea that children need two months off during the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Other than editing and writing, I have ventured forth in to the world with my first attempt to build a trailer. Yeah, I figured it was fine time I got with the program. So here it is the book trailer for The Bride Wore Boots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed name="FLVPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=" width="408" height="382" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="window" allowfullscreen="true" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=35ecbb2a7ac0a69c710c94&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 15px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px/20px verdana,arial,sans-serif; WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 48px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=35ecbb2a7ac0a69c710c94&amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/35ecbb2a7ac0a69c710c94/701.gif" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank"&gt;Make video montages at &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-4818798134692227908?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/4818798134692227908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=4818798134692227908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/4818798134692227908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/4818798134692227908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2007/08/bride-wore-boots-trailer.html' title='The Bride Wore Boots Trailer'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-2449142148465368345</id><published>2007-07-18T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:55:26.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-A-Were Of You - Available Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/Rp5h0LpVyTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zlH54e0rd_0/s1600-h/unawereofyou_wrp358_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088612178082515250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/Rp5h0LpVyTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zlH54e0rd_0/s320/unawereofyou_wrp358_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Blurb:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alpha is the hottest men’s magazine around. At least in Aiden Jacob’s opinion and by rights it should be, werewolves own it. Aiden has found the picture perfect girl and mate. Her allergy to dogs is a slight issue, but surely with a few antihistamines she can be putty in his paws, right?&lt;br /&gt;Cricket Summers is Alpha’s new cover model and has a promotion—Despite the glitches. One, her boss is sexier than hell and wants to bed her faster than a girl can say “Big Bad Wolf.” Two, hurt in the past, Cricket is afraid to trust her heart to love again. Aiden makes her want to give into both—right after she stops sneezing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello,” he finally greeted.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, I’m Cricket Summers.” With a soft sway she stepped closer to him.&lt;br /&gt;Unsure, if it was the movement of her hips or the sultry softness of her voice, but the lady had his complete attention. He took the hand she extended and her dark eyes sparkled.&lt;br /&gt;“Aiden Jacobs.” His skin flamed on contact against the satiny silk of hers. He swallowed back a groan. He wanted her. There was something electric to the simplest touch.&lt;br /&gt;Her breath caught, indicating she had felt it too. She released her hand from his as the left hand rose to her face and covered it with tissue. A sneeze left her; at least that’s what he was guessed that pathetic whimper sound was.&lt;br /&gt;He frowned slightly. “Are you sick?”&lt;br /&gt;Cricket smiled sweetly and his libido kicked up a notch. “I think it’s my allergies.”&lt;br /&gt;Aiden nodded and again with a swoop of his eyes assessed her.&lt;br /&gt;She would look amazing on the cover of the magazine, sinfully beautiful as those full lips parted in climax naked on my bed and striking next to me as my mate for life.&lt;br /&gt;Aiden pushed his thoughts aside and focused on her allergy comment. His head tilted and he glanced around the room before resting his attention back on her. “Allergies?”&lt;br /&gt;“I think so.” Blinking, she broadened her smile. “Odd. The only thing I’m allergic to is dogs. That’s why I didn’t become a vet.”&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell, we have a problem—A very big problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Un-A-Were Of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Available From : &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.thewildrosepress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Heat Rating: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-2449142148465368345?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/2449142148465368345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=2449142148465368345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/2449142148465368345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/2449142148465368345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2007/07/un-were-of-you-available-now.html' title='Un-A-Were Of You - Available Now!'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/Rp5h0LpVyTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zlH54e0rd_0/s72-c/unawereofyou_wrp358_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-8594259020096365716</id><published>2007-06-21T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:55:26.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Money Bunny - Available Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/RntubhbBv1I/AAAAAAAAABw/u0CIpFkRhr4/s1600-h/The+Money+Bunny+jp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078774423897620306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/RntubhbBv1I/AAAAAAAAABw/u0CIpFkRhr4/s320/The+Money+Bunny+jp.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available Now! From &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Forbidden Publications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blurb:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunny on a bus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Jackson Hunter thought he had seen it all until one bad day forces him to take the bus. A nutcase in a bunny outfit and designer sunglasses hops on, gives out money in a card to every passenger, then hops off. Chasing the bunny down a sidewalk after it hops away is weirder. Finding out the beautiful blonde at a bar that has caught his eye is not only the runaway rabbit, but the lawyer suing him sends the fur flying and leads to some fancy footwork.&lt;br /&gt;     Attorney Abigail Crosby has it all. She also has zero patience for Hunter Industries, the company that plans to destroy the neighborhood she grew up in and leave families without affordable housing. How was she to know that the hunk on the bus could fill the void in her life that she never noticed before? Only after great conversation, shared meals, and mind-blowing sex she discovers that he is the defendant. With the court date fast approaching, emotions are running high. Can she pull a rabbit out of her hat, saving her career and what she has with Jack, or in the end will it boil down to the money bunny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice alone caressed her skin and she fought for composure. Abby had reminded herself she was an attorney, and had forced herself to speak, but telling him that stalking was illegal may not have been her best move.&lt;br /&gt;Suave, real suave in winning over Prince Charming. Her cheeks stung. Yep, undoubted, she was blushing. Son of a bitch! To think, I’m a professional.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sure I would have remembered if we had met.” His voice was deep, sexy, and she highly doubted it was meant to turn her on. Or was it?&lt;br /&gt;“Um, I guess you wouldn’t believe me…”&lt;br /&gt;Something flickered in his dark, brown eyes and they sparkled. His long, jet-black lashes blinked in disbelief as he leaned in closer to her. The smell of his cologne affected her the same way it had on the bus earlier that day. When his nose brushed lightly against her neck up to her ear, her skin heated and her breath was lost. Her nipples tightened beneath the light fabric from his skin touching hers. The air sucked out of her lungs and rational thought--hell any thought had vanished.&lt;br /&gt;“I received an envelope today that smelled as wonderful as you.”&lt;br /&gt;Inhaling sharply, she stepped back, blinked, and glanced around. “How did you know?”&lt;br /&gt;His warm chuckle filled the air, warming it and her body considerably. His eyes danced. “I didn’t until you spoke.”&lt;br /&gt;“Please don’t tell.” She barely heard her voice; how was he supposed to hear her?&lt;br /&gt;“I won’t.” His smile was broad, making him even sexier and her thong damp. “I didn’t think I would see you again.”&lt;br /&gt;“What are you doing here?” She glanced to the drink in his hand. Talk about a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, contrary to what you may think, I’m not stalking you, but if I had known it was one of the options, I may have considered it.” He laughed. The sound was incredible and turned her on. “I was checking out a blonde and thinking honestly of another woman in a bunny outfit that I would never see again.” His expression had grown more serious and his voice had become quieter.&lt;br /&gt;“And now that you know that they are one in the same?” Why did he make her nervous? Right-- gorgeous, tall, dark, and downright delicious in a really expensive suit.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m amazed that we are again in the same spot at the same time.” His brows furrowed. “And I’m wondering if I will be able to get your name.”&lt;br /&gt;Okay, he is also charming. “I’m Abby.”&lt;br /&gt;“Abby, I like it. I’m Jack, and now that we have that out of the way, what would it take to convince you to leave this place with me for something quieter?”&lt;br /&gt;“An answer.” She wasn’t coy by nature, but then again, nature didn’t normally have the hunkiest man in the world cross her path twice in the same day.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I have an answer, what would be the question.”&lt;br /&gt;Here goes nothing. “Your place or mine?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-8594259020096365716?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/8594259020096365716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=8594259020096365716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/8594259020096365716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/8594259020096365716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2007/06/money-bunny-available-now.html' title='The Money Bunny - Available Now!'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/RntubhbBv1I/AAAAAAAAABw/u0CIpFkRhr4/s72-c/The+Money+Bunny+jp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-3646992733816604834</id><published>2007-06-11T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:55:27.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining Men - Available Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/Rm4e_RbBv0I/AAAAAAAAABo/Y9bhK6eL_f0/s1600-h/raining+men+jp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075027902450483010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/Rm4e_RbBv0I/AAAAAAAAABo/Y9bhK6eL_f0/s320/raining+men+jp.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="m184" href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog/slideshow.html?p=184&amp;id=LG90D387b5mKZn6uylU2fSAl" winurl="/blog/popup_slideshow.html?p=184&amp;amp;id=LG90D387b5mKZn6uylU2fSAl" winwidth="800" winname="null" winheight="550" winoptions="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="m184" href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog/slideshow.html?p=184&amp;id=LG90D387b5mKZn6uylU2fSAl"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurb:&lt;br /&gt;A ball player, a police officer, and a fireman. Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;It’s raining men, and the weather outside is hunky, hunkier, and hot! At least that’s what gallery owner Charly Jamison thinks. She’s moved from New York into an upscale neighborhood in her hometown, Los Angeles, to get rid of a stalker that was terrorizing her and her daughter only to discover that the one other woman on the block is an old woman that always has “messages” for her, and there is a gorgeous man at every turn.&lt;br /&gt;All the men in her life want her, while there is only one man that holds her heart. Her friends are crazier than she is, and she’s the one living a double life painting erotic pictures under an alias--Joey Sinn. Not a problem, every man in the world wants her, too.&lt;br /&gt;As Charly’s gallery opening fast approaches, the threats of the stalker come back full swing and her life spins into a downpour of wrong, but more than delicious men. Who will save her? Will it be the man she loves, and in the end, will he love her too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Ethan was purely male. He shut the door behind him and glanced around.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s here.” She flipped the light switch on and off. “I don’t think it’s the bulb, but its one of those long things and I don’t have a ladder.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m tall enough that I don’t need a ladder if I can stand on one of your kitchen chairs.” He closed the distance between them and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;She tried to breathe. This close to him, seeing, smelling, and dreaming of tasting him made it hard. “I don’t mind.” Hell, you can bend me over it, or you can sit and I’ll straddle you, or we could forget the chair altogether. “There’s the table if you so feel the need.”&lt;br /&gt;His full lips parted and his tongue danced across his lower lip. “I’ll keep it in mind.”&lt;br /&gt;She needed to turn the heat down because it was now sweltering in the house. “We’ll start with the chair.” I could only wish. She stepped around him and walked to the table. She pulled a heavy, oak chair out and brought it to him. His eyes never left her. “One chair.”&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks, do you have a tool kit?”&lt;br /&gt;Which one? The one with my vibrator, or the hammer? “Let me get it.” She moved around him to the closet. Ethan got up on the chair. He had his back to her, giving Charly the most incredible view of his ass. He was denim delicious from where she stood.&lt;br /&gt;She turned and ducked back into the closet. She didn’t need him seeing her appraise his great butt as if it was artwork. Not that she couldn’t turn it into a piece of art. Getting Ethan the fireman naked would be ideal. Once naked, she would want sex. Looking at him in clothes made her want to have sex with him. Ethan naked? Her thong dampened further. At this rate, it would be soaked by the time he left.&lt;br /&gt;“Do you need help?” his sexy baritone asked as she wrapped her hand around the handle of the metal box.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just take my thong now. “I’m good.” She closed the closet door and set the tool kit on the kitchen counter. His eyes were on her, Charly sensed it. Her skin flamed. “What did you need?”&lt;br /&gt;“Something for a screw.”&lt;br /&gt;Damn! Take me. She turned around and blinked at him. He winced and smiled. “A screwdriver is what I meant.”&lt;br /&gt;“Of course.” She opened the toolbox and her cheeks heated. She exhaled. “What kind.”&lt;br /&gt;“A long one.”&lt;br /&gt;No wicked thoughts. An image of her straddling Ethan, licking his chest, came to mind. Too late. She picked up a bunch and faced him. “You choose.”&lt;br /&gt;He frowned. “You look flushed; are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;“Warm.”&lt;br /&gt;“Do you need help with your thermostat?”&lt;br /&gt;Lord, have mercy.&lt;br /&gt;“I can easily check that out once I flip your switch.” His eyes widened and his lips parted. “I mean, the light switch.”&lt;br /&gt;“Right.”&lt;br /&gt;“Would I be able to get an ice water?”&lt;br /&gt;“Absolutely, I’ll have one with you.” She was losing her mind. Nope, she had lost it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-3646992733816604834?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/3646992733816604834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=3646992733816604834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/3646992733816604834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/3646992733816604834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2007/06/raining-men-available-now.html' title='Raining Men - Available Now!'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/Rm4e_RbBv0I/AAAAAAAAABo/Y9bhK6eL_f0/s72-c/raining+men+jp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-4102216537862705893</id><published>2007-06-01T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:44:09.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Psycho</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Helvetica" color=#0000bf size=3&gt;Okay, writer's block and edits on contracted books have consumed me. However, I have found new and creative ways to waste time. Hahaha like the test below. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000 1px solid; WIDTH: 300px"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align=middle bgColor=#999999&gt;&lt;font color=#ffffff size=+2&gt;What happy bunny are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align=middle&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/stat/8015/1.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="your a psycho bunny" src="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/8015psycho.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=+2&gt;your a psycho bunny&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #000"&gt;you are absoultly crazy. you probably need 15 shots of lithium a day. if you even know what that is. i would not like you to live in a 500 mile range of me i would be afraid that you would try to teach me how to twitch and for your information their is only room for one psycho in my town and that is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align=middle&gt;How do you compare? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/test/coacoatea/8015/What-happy-bunny-are-you-"&gt;Take this test!&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com"&gt;Tests from Testriffic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Helvetica" color=#0000bf size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Helvetica" color=#0000bf size=3&gt;I think I need to run a contest. Yep, I do. Okay, off to conspire--I mean plan one. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/19.gif"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-4102216537862705893?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/4102216537862705893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=4102216537862705893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/4102216537862705893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/4102216537862705893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-psycho.html' title='I&apos;m Psycho'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-8134145039945358188</id><published>2007-05-25T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T01:22:38.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks To My Readers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to my friends and readers for their support over the last few months! And of course to my reviewers, who have been kind and given such great reviews.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girlytags.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="293" src="http://off1.nearbyhome.com/images/girly/thankYou/thankYou122.gif" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girlytags.com/"&gt;Girly glitter comments from www.GirlyTags.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-8134145039945358188?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/8134145039945358188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=8134145039945358188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/8134145039945358188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/8134145039945358188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2007/05/girly-glitter-comments-from-www.html' title='Thanks To My Readers'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-106203529912895334</id><published>2007-05-18T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:55:27.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy's Wish - Available Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/Rk42hDZjuqI/AAAAAAAAABg/C2Gjyg7WM24/s1600-h/Cowboys+wish_wrp343_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066046572314475170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/Rk42hDZjuqI/AAAAAAAAABg/C2Gjyg7WM24/s320/Cowboys+wish_wrp343_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Available Now - Cowboy's Wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Purchase here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://secured.thewildrosepress.com/catalog/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;products_id=429&amp;amp;zenid=fd967c61799e4b5eede214471e80389a"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Blurb:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breaking off her engagement to a man she didn’t love, fashion designer Melanie Rourke has moved from Calgary to Dallas for a fresh start—as long as she can avoid running into ancient history. But fate has other ideas, and a broken-down truck and a Texas downpour leave her stranded with Cody Armstrong, the man she loved and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody loves his new ranch outside Dallas, but it didn’t take him long to realize that leaving Melanie behind was a big mistake. Problem is, by the time he went back to find her, Melanie was engaged to someone else. How could he have given his heart to someone so fickle? But now he has an all-too-single Melanie in his house. Will she end up in his bed and in his arms? Only if this cowboy gets his wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-106203529912895334?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/106203529912895334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/106203529912895334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2007/05/available-now-cowboys-wish-purchase.html' title='Cowboy&apos;s Wish - Available Now'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/Rk42hDZjuqI/AAAAAAAAABg/C2Gjyg7WM24/s72-c/Cowboys+wish_wrp343_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-8809828423681027594</id><published>2007-05-12T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:55:27.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six of Hearts - Available Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/RkXmScig9fI/AAAAAAAAABY/0MZY4dNwl84/s1600-h/six_of_hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063706560620983794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/RkXmScig9fI/AAAAAAAAABY/0MZY4dNwl84/s320/six_of_hearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My first full-length novel Six of Hearts is available now at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/index.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undercover officer Devon Kelly hates homicides, especially, when he knows the victim. The death of one his sister’s friends affects Devon hard since he went to school with her. He thinks back to his sister’s clique, the ‘six of hearts’. The six very rich, very popular, and very pretty girls get him thinking about the leader of the pack. Faith had been the queen of the hearts and had not only ruled the school but every guy’s attention. She had certainly held Devon’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith Lacey is CEO of her family’s company, Lacey Things Lingerie. She comes home to attend the funeral of her dead friend only to find that she and surviving friends are the target of a serial killer. Every threat or murder is marked with a six of hearts playing card. She lost her virginity, her heart and her soul to Devon—and saved his life. Now he races to save hers, before the Reaper deals a hand of death. The six of hearts—who knew a playing card could be so deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the excerpt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/excerpts/six_of_hearts.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-8809828423681027594?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/8809828423681027594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=8809828423681027594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/8809828423681027594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/8809828423681027594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2007/05/six-of-hearts-available-now.html' title='Six of Hearts - Available Now!'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/RkXmScig9fI/AAAAAAAAABY/0MZY4dNwl84/s72-c/six_of_hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-7349422095979711611</id><published>2007-04-27T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:55:27.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Ravioli - Available Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/RjIZccig9eI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qwDZdZJxst8/s1600-h/holy_ravioli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058133307978479074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/RjIZccig9eI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qwDZdZJxst8/s320/holy_ravioli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yesterday night was the release party for Holy Ravioli. It is my first sweet romance and a laugh out loud comedy. It is available now at Forbidden Publications:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/book_pages/holy_ravioli.html"&gt;http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/book_pages/holy_ravioli.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Blurb:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Holy Ravioli! Shira Pravoloni is positive her sweet, though often meddling ma has officially flipped her noodle. Not only does she want Shira’s wedding blessed by the Pope, she is going to help find a man for her, since she isn’t even dating. In her attempt to dodge her mother, she runs out of her office and into the hunkiest man she has ever seen. He not only rescues her from her mother but after a few dates and a few kisses, soon gets her thinking there might be worse fates than marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Pocente works—that’s all he does. Unless, getting a lecture from his mother about not being married constitutes as a hobby. The more time he spends with Shira, the more he realizes he wants to be with her. So when he finds out she is getting married, it’s a recipe for disaster. When he finds out her arranged marriage is to his cousin, he plans to stop her from marrying someone other than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toss in some crazy family members, a boxing match, and a ravioli-craving priest and it is a wacky race to the alter. The only question remains, who will be the groom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-7349422095979711611?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/7349422095979711611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=7349422095979711611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/7349422095979711611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/7349422095979711611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2007/04/holy-ravioli-available-now.html' title='Holy Ravioli - Available Now!'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/RjIZccig9eI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qwDZdZJxst8/s72-c/holy_ravioli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-2298181430271440308</id><published>2007-04-16T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:55:27.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Into Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/RiOk2Ex2nNI/AAAAAAAAABI/F1EG9YJ6yGo/s1600-h/butterfly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054064455742561490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/RiOk2Ex2nNI/AAAAAAAAABI/F1EG9YJ6yGo/s320/butterfly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Spring is here! At least it should be. To my friends and readers that still have cold and snow, I'm thinking of you and if you need me, I'll be at the beach! Ha-ha just kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All jokes aside for the moment, I went out on the weekend and purchased a whole bunch of cool butterfly things. In true JT form, they all match too. A book bag, a stainless steel water bottle, pen, notepad, leather bookmark and a wallet--now my family is slightly superstitious, I couldn't give the wallet away empty, so I have a $10 Barnes &amp;amp; Noble gift card tucked into it. I have put all these items and a couple other goodies in a big puffy envelope and will ship them to the winner. I will also draw 2 runner up prizes of a mini loot envelope and a free download of my back list (winners' choice). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pretty cool huh? Head over to my website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jtschultz.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://www.jtschultz.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; and find the page that the butterfly above is on and email me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:jt4writing@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jt4writing@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; and tell me where you found it. The contest will close midnight April 29th and I will have the Pre-teen Drama Queen pick the winners and announce them on April 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Good Luck Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-2298181430271440308?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/2298181430271440308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=2298181430271440308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/2298181430271440308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/2298181430271440308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-is-here-at-least-it-should-be.html' title='Fly Into Spring!'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/RiOk2Ex2nNI/AAAAAAAAABI/F1EG9YJ6yGo/s72-c/butterfly.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-923367648602612603</id><published>2007-03-18T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:55:28.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Clover - Released</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/Rf2KuXyLHQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aCtMehJkT5c/s1600-h/chasing_clover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043339686987898114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/Rf2KuXyLHQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aCtMehJkT5c/s320/chasing_clover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available at:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;http://www.forbiddenpublications.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Blurb:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nashville O’Leary’s family’s company Lucky Ice Cream is floundering and his father has laid down the ultimatum: increase sales and give him a grandchild or kiss the company good-bye. Nash’s playboy days have just come to a halt and he is fresh out of luck, Irish or not, he needs a four-leaf clover, not a beach crazed hippy chick named Clover who sends his temperature up past his Armani tie and his blood pumping south below his belt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Clover Callaghan has the good life--single and surf ready. When the owner of Lucky Ice Cream throws himself down at her business savvy, sand covered feet to help reel in his son and save the company, what’s a girl to do? Only, she wasn’t counting on Nash hunkier than sin, having to ditch her cut-offs and swimwear for suits and (gasp) nylons, or her hunky boss wanting her to have his baby. Bad luck or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sales aren’t the only thing that skyrocket so does the tension. It’s a sexy race to save the company and father a child that has Nash chasing Clover, but can he win the girl and get back the luck of the Irish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-923367648602612603?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/923367648602612603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=923367648602612603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/923367648602612603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/923367648602612603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2007/03/chasing-clover-released.html' title='Chasing Clover - Released'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/Rf2KuXyLHQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aCtMehJkT5c/s72-c/chasing_clover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-6495562411333890913</id><published>2007-03-01T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:55:28.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torrid Teasers - Volume 23  - Released Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/Reby00YJgcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1Xnly6hAZaw/s1600-h/lg+web+size.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036980222487527874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/Reby00YJgcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1Xnly6hAZaw/s320/lg+web+size.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="m121" href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog/slideshow.html?p=121&amp;id=LG90D387b5mKZn6uylU2fSAl" winurl="/blog/popup_slideshow.html?p=121&amp;amp;id=LG90D387b5mKZn6uylU2fSAl" winwidth="800" winname="null" winheight="550" winoptions="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="m121" href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog/slideshow.html?p=121&amp;id=LG90D387b5mKZn6uylU2fSAl"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today is the release of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Torrid Teasers - Volume 23&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It is not for the faint of heart and is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;rated "hot". It is available from:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=167"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;http://whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blurb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After attorney Brianna Le Roux awakens from a party to find fur in her bed, she assumes she saved another stray animal. However, the deliciously manly scent left on her pillow tells her otherwise. Who was that strange man? Jarred Forester, fifth generation werewolf and club owner not only seduced Brianna, but needs her skills to find a loophole in his father's will, freeing them both from a forced marriage and getting him land he was promised. If she can pull it off, he will give her back her grandmother's heirloom necklace. If she can't, the only way she will ever see it again is to walk down the aisle with him. She refuses to be dragged down the aisle, but will she submit to the Kiss Of the Wolf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-6495562411333890913?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/6495562411333890913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=6495562411333890913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/6495562411333890913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/6495562411333890913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2007/03/torrid-teasers-volume-23-released-today.html' title='Torrid Teasers - Volume 23  - Released Today'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/Reby00YJgcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1Xnly6hAZaw/s72-c/lg+web+size.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-7871672431962211000</id><published>2007-02-25T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:55:29.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Kiss of the Wolf  - Torrid Teasers Volume 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/ReHeSUYJgaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/37ImImW9KHc/s1600-h/reviewedbyfarL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035550264665932194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/ReHeSUYJgaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/37ImImW9KHc/s320/reviewedbyfarL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hey all just wanted to share my 5 Angel review that Cassi Armstrong and I got for Torrid Teasers Volume 23. You can check out the whole review by clicking the link below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fallenangelreviews.com/2007/February/Wendi-TorridTeasers23.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.fallenangelreviews.com/2007/February/Wendi-TorridTeasers23.htm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Reviewed by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh were, oh were can my wolf be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss of the Wolf by J.T. Shultz makes you wish for your very own werewolf to howl at the moon with. Brianna, a lawyer, is looking to free Jarred from a will that states he has to marry. Jarred wants to marry Brianna, but there’s just one problem - he is a wolf once a month. Will they be able to bend the will or will Jarred bend Brianna to his will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035551321227887026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/ReHfP0YJgbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_8ETGWxgRR8/s320/FARLogo_FiveAngel.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Stay tuned for more reviews for more of my books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-7871672431962211000?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/7871672431962211000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=7871672431962211000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/7871672431962211000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/7871672431962211000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2007/02/review-kiss-of-wolf-torrid-teasers.html' title='Review: Kiss of the Wolf  - Torrid Teasers Volume 23'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OjP6ffLieI/ReHeSUYJgaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/37ImImW9KHc/s72-c/reviewedbyfarL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-8519443678488698296</id><published>2007-02-21T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T08:59:51.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day &amp; A Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So life around here is okay. I have as of late discovered that kids have more time off than I did when I was in school. I Think these days off, especially when combined with a weekend are science experiments. Some individual that really needs to be caned sits back and says. "Let's see how long we can expose a perfectly sane adult to a chatterbox, sugar hyped child.--Right, yeah like the two months at Summer aren't already a mental health test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Seriously though, I may joke, but in the end its the quality of education that has suffered. My husband and I shake our heads at the fact that I have received several morning announcements that I have wanted to edit and track changes on then send back to the principal with a C-.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've ranted and gave a slight opinion--onto the good stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have a few friends that are in this contest in the quest to land themselves a literary agent. The 3 of them have done real well and I this is my chance to announce to the world that I'm proud of them and hope they can go all the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Speaking of contests, I have had such incredible response to my past contests that Monday I am kicking off a new contest. Something Lucky or Irish in theme--since St. Patrick's Day is around the corner and I will be having a St. Patrick's Day release. -- wait, am I allowed to tell?( Looks around and blanches.) Okay, just incase I wasn't allowed to talk about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chasing Clover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; coming out with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forbidden Publications&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;, we'll keep it between us. Remember you know nothing and Monday I will announce the details to the contest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-8519443678488698296?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/8519443678488698296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=8519443678488698296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/8519443678488698296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/8519443678488698296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-life-around-here-is-okay.html' title='Just Another Day &amp; A Secret'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-8441092090290883563</id><published>2007-02-15T10:27:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T10:30:01.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Party Time At Fallen Angel Review Chatters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Join me with my fellow &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Forbidden Publications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; authors at:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FallenAngelReviewChatters"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FallenAngelReviewChatters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There will be blurbs, contests, excerpts and of course prizes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-8441092090290883563?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/8441092090290883563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=8441092090290883563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/8441092090290883563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/8441092090290883563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-party-time-at-fallen-angel-review.html' title='It&apos;s Party Time At Fallen Angel Review Chatters'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-6157441715878396983</id><published>2007-02-14T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:03:50.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Winner Is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So here it is Valentine's Day... The day I also pick the winner to my Cupid's Contest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Congratulations to My Valentine's Day Cupid's Contest winners.  Due to the overwhelming response I had my daughter (The Pre-teen Drama Queen) draw two names for Loot bags.  They are &lt;strong&gt;Rachel M&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Beth R&lt;/strong&gt;.  I had her draw 2, 1st runner up prizes of a free copy of Cupid's Target and the winners of those are &lt;strong&gt;Rhonda B&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Tessa B&lt;/strong&gt;.  Thanks everyone that entered and stay tuned for another contest coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-6157441715878396983?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/6157441715878396983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=6157441715878396983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/6157441715878396983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/6157441715878396983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-winner-is.html' title='And The Winner Is....'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38874368.post-4099590134630497563</id><published>2007-02-12T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T13:57:52.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Welcome to my first post here at blogger. Wow, what work this was. Then again HTML is not my friend. I really have no clue what to put currently so I might as well let you all know about the contest I have running now until the 14th of February for &lt;u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ba8094;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cupid's Target&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ba8094;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CONTEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Answer the following question and send me an email with Cupid's Contest in the subject line to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:jt4writing@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ba8094;"&gt;jt4writing@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;. I will draw a lucky winner for a Valentine loot bag, packed full with a valentine plush, chocolates and a load of Valentine's themed goodies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;QUESTION: What happened to Zane when he saw Charity? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The answer is on my website. Good luck everyone, I will draw the winner on Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38874368-4099590134630497563?l=romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/feeds/4099590134630497563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38874368&amp;postID=4099590134630497563&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/4099590134630497563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38874368/posts/default/4099590134630497563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancewriterjtschultz.blogspot.com/2007/02/welcome-to-my-first-post.html' title='Welcome To My First Post'/><author><name>JT Schultz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161131604633462284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r176/jt4writing/bluerose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
