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Hot For Fridays: Hot Kiss

BBC+blog+logo+final+whiteTrying a new blog hop, this one has a different challenge each week, which sounds fun! This week’s challenge is to post a hot kiss. Well, no prob! Since I did a hot kiss from Steam Me Up, Rawley this past Sunday, I thought I’d pull one from Must Love Breeches today.

Here’s the blurb:

HOW FAR WOULD YOU TRAVEL FOR LOVE?

A mysterious artifact zaps Isabelle Rochon to pre-Victorian England, but before she understands the card case’s significance a thief steals it. Now she must find the artifact, navigate the pitfalls of a stiffly polite London, keep her time-traveling origins a secret, and resist her growing attraction to Lord Montagu, the Vicious Viscount so hot, he curls her toes.

To Lord Montagu nothing makes more sense than keeping his distance from the strange but lovely Colonial. However, when his scheme for revenge reaches a stalemate, he convinces Isabelle to masquerade as his fiancée. What he did not bargain on is being drawn to her intellectually as well as physically.

Lord Montagu’s now constant presence overthrows her equilibrium and her common sense. Isabelle thought all she wanted was to return home, but as passion flares between them, she must decide when her true home—as well as her heart—lies.

The Hot Kiss

A little setup–the hero and heroine are at the British Museum:

The suddenness of the kiss stunned Isabelle. His strong hands, cradling her face firmly. His body, pinning her to the wall.

Whoa.

Probably the sexiest thing anyone had ever done to her. So manly. But she didn’t have time to analyze it, oh no. Right now, it was all she could do not to let her knees buckle as his mouth moved on hers and sent delicious shivers up and down her whole body.

She opened her mouth to him. His tongue hungrily plunged in and claimed her, made her his. At least, that was how it felt to her: possessive, primitive, and damn good. In desperation, she twined her arms around his back to steady herself.

A groan issued from deep within him and he pressed his body more firmly against her, his arousal hard against her lower stomach. She had caused this reaction? Hoo.

A hand left her cheek and slowly caressed her neck, each finger leaving individual trails of fire. She couldn’t help it—her neck was sensitive—and a little moan escaped her. Waves of delight chased up her spine and she arched her back. His lips abruptly left hers and traced a steamy path across her chin and down her neck, while his hand brushed across her shoulder and ever so slowly came to rest on her breast. She sucked in a deep breath and rested her head against the wall.

She should stop him, they were in a public place, after all. Though deserted. Still. But, wow, his lips… Now they suckled the soft skin of her ear lobe, and the puffs of air from his nose tickled her ear and shot warmth through her. She shuddered. He stroked her breast, and she held him tighter. How in the heck was she still able to stand?

Abruptly, he tore himself away and stood several inches from her, breathing heavily, one hand on her shoulder, another pawing his hair. He closed his eyes and took more deep breaths.

Isabelle breathed heavily, too. Wow, had they been making out in the British Museum? The thought turned her on even more. With shaking hands, she smoothed her skirts, trying to calm herself, and trying to think straight. He certainly knew how to mess with her senses, that was for sure. What were they going to do now?

She’d been telling herself he didn’t feel the same attraction, that the kiss at the Crosley’s had been only a cover. But clearly his reaction now screamed otherwise. Someone of his demeanor and control, to suddenly toss that aside and kiss her so passionately, so spontaneously? In a public place?

Lord Montagu straightened. “Forgive me, Miss Rochon. I have behaved abominably. Shall we depart?”

Shall we depart? Gah!

If you’d like to read more hot kisses, visit this page for links to the rest of the participants!

AngelaQuarles_MustLoveBreeches_200pxMore about Must Love Breeches

She’s finally met the man of her dreams. There’s only one problem: he lives in a different century.

“A fresh, charming new voice” – New York Times bestselling author Tessa Dare

“a delicious twist on historical drama and romance” — USAToday

“Filled with historical tidbits and larger-than-life characters, the sweet story is a delight…” –Publisher’s Weekly


 

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Weekend Writing Warriors – STEAM ME UP, RAWLEY – An energetic kiss

wewriwa_square_2Back from a long absence. I keep meaning to be regular about this, but, well. It just hasn’t happened :(

Those warriors who know the drill, my excerpt is below. For newbies, this post is part of a weekly blog hop where participants share eight sentences from their work. It’s a lot of fun and a great way to find new authors, so be sure to visit the link to the other Weekend Writing Warriors.

Today, I’m going to share with you the first kiss between the H/h in my steampunk romance STEAM ME UP, RAWLEY, which released this past Wednesday *throws confetti*. Also, today (Sunday) is the last day to get it at it’s release week price of 99 cents!

And he couldn’t help it–he cupped her face, pushed her against the wall, and crushed her mouth with his. Heat speared through him, tightening his loins. Just one taste of that fire, that energy. He had to feel that energy, experience that energy. He had to know that energy. What made her unsuitable also made her so delectable. Just. One. Taste.

Poor guy has no idea what he’s in for… To read more excerpts, visit Weekend Writing Warriors!

More About STEAM ME UP, RAWLEY

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Jack the Ripper might be in town. But is marriage more terrifying?

In an alternate Deep South in 1890, society reporter Adele de la Pointe wants to make her own way in the world, despite her family’s pressure to become a society wife. Hoping to ruin herself as a matrimonial prospect, she seizes the opportunity to cover the recent Jack the Ripper-style murders for the newspaper, but her father’s dashing new intern suggests a more terrifying headline—marriage.

Dr. Phillip Rawley’s most daring exploit has been arriving at his new home in America in a hot air balloon. A tolerable sacrifice, if it means he can secure the hand of his new employer’s daughter in a marriage of convenience. But Adele works, she’s spirited, and she has an armored pet monkey running her errands. Not only does she not match his notions of a proper lady, she stirs up feelings he’d rather keep in tight control.

With Adele hunting down a headline and Dr. Rawley trying to protect and pursue her, a serial killer is spreading panic throughout Mobile, Alabama. Can Adele and Rawley find the murderer, face their fears, and discover true love?

 

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Almost Kiss Blog Hop – Excerpt from MUST LOVE BREECHES

MLBQuote2It’s the 6th Annual Almost Kiss/No Kiss Blog Fest!

Participants post an excerpt from any work that celebrates that tantalizing moment when two people want to kiss, but don’t, or almost kiss. Sometimes it can be sexier than a full-on kiss.

I’m going to bring you an almost-kiss from my debut novel release Must Love Breeches: A Time Travel Romance. Here the hero and heroine are in a closed carriage and the heroine is trying to screw up the nerve to be brave and initiate intimacy, and she’s not quite sure if it will work. Warning: Only read if you like to have your palm and arm kissed and find that sexy :)

 

Okay, just do it.

She reached up to touch his scar. Man, her hand shook a little, but too late to turn back now.

His eyes darkened, the hazel one almost matching the brown one in color. Interesting. The space between them, so large, the time it took for her hand to reach him, embarrassingly slow. Oh, Lord, and she was leaning at an awkward angle toward him. To remain steady, she put her left hand down on the seat.

Finally, the gloved finger of her right hand reached his face and traced a path to the cleft in his chin, a feature on any man that made her want to go ‘Rowr!’

He was not. Doing. A thing. He only stared back. God, where was that black hole? So much for trying to take control, pushing past her fear.

She closed her eyes and let her hand drop, swallowing her mortification. Her breath hitched—something warm grazed her upper arm, while a hand grasped her wrist. Her eyes flew open. His fingers paused for only a moment as they delicately passed by her elbow’s inner curve.

Shivers flitted through her body and erupted as goose bumps on her skin. When had that body part become so sensitive?

The light touch of his fingers brushed down her gloved arm and slowly enfolded her hand in his. He turned it slightly, so her palm faced up, exposing the soft part of her arm. When the warmth of his lips met the tips of her fingers, her breath caught.

Somehow she’d moved closer to him on the seat, and as she gazed at his lips, transfixed, he moved his head lower and kissed her palm. His head moved a fraction and he placed another soft, tender kiss on her wrist. Her fingers curled inward.

Oh, God. Breathe. Air. In lungs.

No one had ever done this to her.

And it was so, so, well, so erotic. Who knew?

She couldn’t tear her gaze away from his slow progression. His delectable mouth moved up her arm with soft kisses until it reached the end of the glove, right below her elbow. He paused. His warm breath caressed her skin, raising more hairs across her body. What would he do next? Then, his lips touched her bare flesh for the first time, just on the inside of her elbow.

Heat seared around her chest and speared downward. Where had all the air in the carriage gone? Her head—fizzy. Their breathing filled the coach, heightening, joining, wondering. An urge to push him back against the seat and jump his bones gripped her.

Slowly, he raised his head. What would those painstakingly tender lips feel like against her own? She moistened her lips with her tongue, and his gaze snapped to them. It seemed like forever since he’d placed that last kiss on her arm. His head inched forward, his eyes roaming her face before meeting hers…

The carriage clattered to a stop and jolted her sideways. His strong hands grasped her waist, steadying her.

“Miss Rochon?”

She couldn’t catch her breath, but he seemed calm enough, the bastard. She pushed back to her side of the seat and took deep breaths through her nose, trying hard to look as if she were doing nothing like that at all.

If you’d like to read more almost kisses, visit this page for links to the rest of the participants!

AngelaQuarles_MustLoveBreeches_200pxMore about Must Love Breeches

She’s finally met the man of her dreams. There’s only one problem: he lives in a different century.

“A fresh, charming new voice” – New York Times bestselling author Tessa Dare

“a delicious twist on historical drama and romance” — USAToday

“Filled with historical tidbits and larger-than-life characters, the sweet story is a delight…” –Publisher’s Weekly


HOW FAR WOULD YOU TRAVEL FOR LOVE?

A mysterious artifact zaps Isabelle Rochon to pre-Victorian England, but before she understands the card case’s significance a thief steals it. Now she must find the artifact, navigate the pitfalls of a stiffly polite London, keep her time-traveling origins a secret, and resist her growing attraction to Lord Montagu, the Vicious Viscount so hot, he curls her toes.

To Lord Montagu nothing makes more sense than keeping his distance from the strange but lovely Colonial. However, when his scheme for revenge reaches a stalemate, he convinces Isabelle to masquerade as his fiancée. What he did not bargain on is being drawn to her intellectually as well as physically.

Lord Montagu’s now constant presence overthrows her equilibrium and her common sense. Isabelle thought all she wanted was to return home, but as passion flares between them, she must decide when her true home—as well as her heart—lies.

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Weekend Writing Warriors – 2/10/13

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, where we post eight sentences from one of our works. I’m picking up exactly where I left off last week with meta fiction romance, NOT ANOTHER DARCY. This was my NaNo project for this past November, and the heroine has to deal with literary characters that come to life at her independent bookstore. Last week was the opening eight sentences and Mr. Darcy from the latter half of Pride & Prejudice showed up. She wasn’t very pleased to see another one.

This is still a rough draft. But here’s the next eight sentences:

But as a Handler in the Literary Reclamation League, it was her duty to take whomever popped into existence, train them, give them new identities and find work for them. The Darcys, she usually shipped off to Jane Austen sites in England as tour guides.

She faced her newest challenge, who gazed around her bookstore with a look of confusion, the poor guy. Thank god her employee Chris wasn’t due to work until noon. “Hang on there one sec, Mr. Darcy, and I’ll be right with you.”

She hustled to the front door of her bookstore and flipped the sign to “Closed,” and threw the bolt lock. From a pocket near the door, she pulled out and hung her pre-made sign for such emergencies: “Closed for twenty minutes. Grabbing coffee.”

To join in the fun and see the other wonderful writers, go to Weekend Writing Warriors! Thanks for stopping by! I’m going to try and be better today with visiting–I had out of town guests for Mardi Gras. It’s the final week, so today’s also a big day, but hopefully I’ll make the rounds this morning before the first parade rolls.

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Weekend Writing Warriors – 2/3/13

Welcome! In the aftermath of the demise of Six Sentence Sunday, I’ve signed up for Weekend Writing Warriors, where we post eight sentences from one of our works. Since this is the start of a new venture, I thought it only fitting to kick it off with eight sentences from my brand-spanking new project, my meta fiction romance, NOT ANOTHER DARCY. This was my NaNo project for this past November, and the heroine has to deal with literary characters that come to life at her independent bookstore.

It’s so new, this is still a rough draft. But here’s the opening eight sentences:

“As a child I was taught what was right, but I was not taught to correct my temper. I was given good principles, but left to follow them in pride and conceit,” declared a masculine, cultured British voice behind Katrina, making her jump in her chair.

After her heart steadied to a normal beat, she rolled her eyes and pushed back her chair. Not another Darcy. And today of all days.

Still, it was a bit refreshing for it to be a Darcy from the latter part of Pride and Prejudice. Usually she was startled with some early Darcy line like, “She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me; I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men,” or some other equally obnoxious Darcy from his haughty phase.

Why most girls fantasizing about Darcy dreamed about that version, she didn’t know.

To join in the fun and see the other wonderful writers, go to Weekend Writing Warriors! Thanks for stopping by!

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Six Sentence Sunday – 1/27/13

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Welcome to #SixSunday! I can’t believe this is the last official SixSunday! I want to say how much I’ve enjoyed it, and I really, truly know that I would not be the same writer without having participated with you guys. You gave me confidence when I needed it, some of you have become Beta partners I couldn’t do without, and more have become auto-buys for me, thus enriching my life. I’ve learned much. Thank you.

I did my first post on November 20, 2011 with a snippet from MUST LOVE BREECHES, my time travel romance, and have come to treasure Sundays and my time with you ever since!

I will continue to post these on my own every Sunday, and will keep an eye out on Twitter for others using the same hashtag… UPDATE: Karysa Faire has started a Six Sentence Sunday FB Group!

Today’s Six Sunday I’m continuing with my new release, BEER AND GROPING IN LAS VEGAS now available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble,  ARe, and Bookstrand!!

This is in the heroine’s POV and they’ve now moved up to her hotel suite. He came back from getting bottles of beer and hovered behind her, and she leaned against him. Their beer bottles came into play. Picking up exactly where we left off last week when she leaps onto him, they thud into the French doors, and they stumble inside:

She fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, jerked the shirttails out of his khakis, and pushed his shirt off his shoulders.

Wow, was he ripped! His arm muscles bunched from holding her. Hoo boy, there might even be an ab or two peeking out. She slid her hands up his smooth chest as he backed her to the king-size bed. He tumbled with her onto the fluffy comforter, and they both laughed.

Official blurb:

Can a djinn and a magic slot machine bring two geeks together?

Riley McGregor is a geek trapped in a Good Ole Boy body and as owner of a microbrewery, smart chicks never look at him twice.

Rejected by a geek who wanted to “trade up,” Mirjam Linna would rather immerse herself in work than be the girlfriend-of-the-moment. Stranded in a Vegas hotel, she makes a wish—a night of hot sex with the man of her dreams. It’s granted. She agrees to dinner, but afterward, she’ll say thanks, but no thanks, and see what’s on the SyFy channel. But when they meet, they’re surprised to find they had a shared connection in their past. Sparks fly as these two learn to be in the moment, be themselves and find love.

Fans of Star Trek, Star Wars, Monty Python, Firefly and Marvin the Martian will enjoy this romantic comedy.

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To see snippets from others who are participating or to sign up yourself, visit here.

Thank you to everyone who comes by and comments each week! 

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Six Sentence Sunday – 1/20/13

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Welcome to #SixSunday! I can’t believe this is the second to last official SSS :(

Today’s Six Sunday I’m continuing with my new release, BEER AND GROPING IN LAS VEGAS now available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble,  ARe, and Bookstrand!!

This is in the heroine’s POV and they’ve now moved up to her hotel suite. He came back from getting bottles of beer and hovered behind her, and she leaned against him. Their beer bottles came into play. Picking up exactly where we left off last week when she leaps onto him and they thud into the French doors:

He tore his mouth from hers. “Could you?”

“Huh?” She freed herself from the lust fog. His head tilted to the door handle. She pushed down with her heel, and he bumped it open with his back, stumbling inside backward.

Latest review:

Short stories and novellas can make me leery of wanting to give them a try because not everyone who writes one understands just how to achieve a good balance of plot, pacing and character development to fit into the page count they have.  Fortunately, this author did a great job so I ended up with an enjoyable reading experience that had me reading with a smile on my face and an ‘ah’ of satisfaction coming from my lips by the end…So, I can heartily recommend this one to those who enjoy a quirky magical contemporary Happy For Now with promise of the future romance with not a lot of time to read. —Sophia Rose at DelightedReader.com

Official blurb:

Can a djinn and a magic slot machine bring two geeks together?

Riley McGregor is a geek trapped in a Good Ole Boy body and as owner of a microbrewery, smart chicks never look at him twice.

Rejected by a geek who wanted to “trade up,” Mirjam Linna would rather immerse herself in work than be the girlfriend-of-the-moment. Stranded in a Vegas hotel, she makes a wish—a night of hot sex with the man of her dreams. It’s granted. She agrees to dinner, but afterward, she’ll say thanks, but no thanks, and see what’s on the SyFy channel. But when they meet, they’re surprised to find they had a shared connection in their past. Sparks fly as these two learn to be in the moment, be themselves and find love.

Fans of Star Trek, Star Wars, Monty Python, Firefly and Marvin the Martian will enjoy this romantic comedy.

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To see snippets from others who are participating or to sign up yourself, visit here.

Thank you to everyone who comes by and comments each week! 

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Six Sentence Sunday – 1/13/13

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Welcome to #SixSunday!

Today’s Six Sunday I’m continuing with my new release, BEER AND GROPING IN LAS VEGAS now available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble,  ARe, and Bookstrand!!

This is in the heroine’s POV and they’ve now moved up to her hotel suite. We’re picking up several sentences from where we left off last week. He came back from getting bottles of beer and hovered behind her, and she leaned against him. Their beer bottles came into play. Skipping a paragraph from where we left off last week when Riley has just said he wants her so bad he can’t stand it. What we’re skipping is her boldly replying ‘what are we waiting for’ and then him spinning her around. She sees his vulnerable look in his eyes and reacts:

She vaulted into his arms and twined her legs around his waist. He stumbled back and gripped her butt, pressing her tight against his erection. She moved her hips. Yes, right…there. He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue skillfully stroking hers, mimicking the rhythm she couldn’t wait to do with him soon.

He backed up until they hit the French doors with a thud.

Also, I’m competing in the preditors & editors poll in the romance short story category, so if you don’t already have a favorite, I’d love your vote! Or some tags on Amazon, especially the ‘romantic comedy’ tag :) Thanks! Mwah!

I got a great review on Penelope’s Romance Reviews this past week! She actually did a beer pairing to sip while reading the story!!

Official blurb:

Can a djinn and a magic slot machine bring two geeks together?

Riley McGregor is a geek trapped in a Good Ole Boy body and as owner of a microbrewery, smart chicks never look at him twice.

Rejected by a geek who wanted to “trade up,” Mirjam Linna would rather immerse herself in work than be the girlfriend-of-the-moment. Stranded in a Vegas hotel, she makes a wish—a night of hot sex with the man of her dreams. It’s granted. She agrees to dinner, but afterward, she’ll say thanks, but no thanks, and see what’s on the SyFy channel. But when they meet, they’re surprised to find they had a shared connection in their past. Sparks fly as these two learn to be in the moment, be themselves and find love.

Fans of Star Trek, Star Wars, Monty Python, Firefly and Marvin the Martian will enjoy this romantic comedy.

Amazon | B&N | ARe | Bookstrand | trailer | goodreads | shelfari

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To see snippets from others who are participating or to sign up yourself, visit here.

Thank you to everyone who comes by and comments each week! 

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Six Sentence Sunday – 1/6/13

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Welcome to #SixSunday!

Today’s Six Sunday I’m continuing with my new release, BEER AND GROPING IN LAS VEGAS now available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble,  ARe, and Bookstrand!!

This is in the heroine’s POV and they’ve now moved up to her hotel suite. We’re picking up several sentences from where we left off last week. He came back from getting bottles of beer and hovered behind her, and she leaned against him. Their beer bottles came into play. Picking up exactly where we left off last week:

Obviously running with her response, he grabbed the other bottle, trailed it along her neck and slowly down to her breast, circling. Impossibly, her nipples tightened more.

“Riley.” Was that her voice? It came out all sultry.

“God, Mirjam, I want you so bad I can’t stand it.”

I’m also available for guest posts, so if any of you have slots available on your blog for hosting me, I’d love to be a guest :) Just shoot me an email at angela [at] angelaquarles [dot] com

Also, I’m competing in the preditors & editors poll in the romance short story category, so if you don’t already have a favorite, I’d love your vote!

Official blurb:

Can a djinn and a magic slot machine bring two geeks together?

Riley McGregor is a geek trapped in a Good Ole Boy body and as owner of a microbrewery, smart chicks never look at him twice.

Rejected by a geek who wanted to “trade up,” Mirjam Linna would rather immerse herself in work than be the girlfriend-of-the-moment. Stranded in a Vegas hotel, she makes a wish—a night of hot sex with the man of her dreams. It’s granted. She agrees to dinner, but afterward, she’ll say thanks, but no thanks, and see what’s on the SyFy channel. But when they meet, they’re surprised to find they had a shared connection in their past. Sparks fly as these two learn to be in the moment, be themselves and find love.

Fans of Star Trek, Star Wars, Monty Python, Firefly and Marvin the Martian will enjoy this romantic comedy.

Amazon | B&N | ARe | Bookstrand | trailer | goodreads | shelfari

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To see snippets from others who are participating or to sign up yourself, visit here.

Thank you to everyone who comes by and comments each week! 

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Six Sentence Sunday – 12/30/12

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Welcome to #SixSunday! And Happy New Year!

Today’s Six Sunday I’m continuing with my new release, BEER AND GROPING IN LAS VEGAS now available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and ARe!!

This is in the heroine’s POV and they’ve now moved up to her hotel suite. We’re picking up several sentences from where we left off last week. He came back from getting bottles of beer and hovered behind her, and she leaned against him:

His fingers lightly brushed her now-hard nipple then gave it a gentle pinch through her shirt. She couldn’t help it, she moaned. His other arm wrapped around and held her tighter, pressing the cold beer bottles against her belly. She jolted and slumped against him, shaking from the cool sensation. He groaned again, gently nibbling her earlobe and lowering the closest bottle, stroking it against her core.

Oh God, she was going to combust right there on the spot–Yep.

I’m also available for guest posts, so if any of you have slots available on your blog for hosting me, I’d love to be a guest :) Just shoot me an email at angela [at] angelaquarles [dot] com

Also, I’m competing in the preditors & editors poll in the romance short story category, so if you don’t already have a favorite, I’d love your vote!

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To see snippets from others who are participating or to sign up yourself, visit here.

Thank you to everyone who comes by and comments each week! 

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