<?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-7889399553184753458</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:33:25.835-08:00</updated><category term='Jayne Rylon'/><category term='Nice and Naughty'/><category term='Lynne Reads'/><title type='text'>Lynne Maris</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lynne Maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863987963439718870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7889399553184753458.post-5910729334543126037</id><published>2011-12-11T16:47:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T16:47:27.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: The Realm of You: An Erotic BDSM Novella</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a style='float: left; padding-right: 20px' href='http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13161789'&gt;&lt;img alt='The Realm of You: An Erotic BDSM Novella' border='0' src='http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51YBtM7sQWL._SX106_.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13161789'&gt;The Realm of You: An Erotic BDSM Novella&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5367867'&gt;Tara Buckley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My rating: &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/245766282'&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tara Buckley's gorgeous writing blends blow-your-mind hot with heartrending emotion for a thoroughly captivating, darkly decadent, and intensely enjoyable read.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/245766282'&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7889399553184753458-5910729334543126037?l=lynnemaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/feeds/5910729334543126037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7889399553184753458&amp;postID=5910729334543126037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/5910729334543126037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/5910729334543126037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/2011/12/review-realm-of-you-erotic-bdsm-novella_2655.html' title='Review: The Realm of You: An Erotic BDSM Novella'/><author><name>Lynne Maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863987963439718870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7889399553184753458.post-4116413983945722514</id><published>2008-12-01T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:35:53.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAY HELL CONTEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QuV8gsly6As/STSe4PpSnII/AAAAAAAAABo/Ablvjh-Cp00/s1600-h/Kindle+ad+WEB+done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QuV8gsly6As/STSe4PpSnII/AAAAAAAAABo/Ablvjh-Cp00/s320/Kindle+ad+WEB+done.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275015752667274370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://nicemommy-evileditor.com/blog/"&gt;Nicemommy-evileditor.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt; for details!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7889399553184753458-4116413983945722514?l=lynnemaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/feeds/4116413983945722514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7889399553184753458&amp;postID=4116413983945722514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/4116413983945722514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/4116413983945722514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-hell-contest-win-one-of-two.html' title='HOLIDAY HELL CONTEST'/><author><name>Lynne Maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863987963439718870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QuV8gsly6As/STSe4PpSnII/AAAAAAAAABo/Ablvjh-Cp00/s72-c/Kindle+ad+WEB+done.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7889399553184753458.post-3657037525043927621</id><published>2008-11-24T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:47:29.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Hearts from THE ROMANCE STUDIO</title><content type='html'>Here's a bit of what Shannon from THE ROMANCE STUDIO had to say about TAMED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynne Maris has created a spellbinding tale that maintains a high level of sensuality and fire between Derek and Katrina that keeps the reader firmly enthralled with each page of sizzling seductive thrills. From the opening page the stage is cleverly set for the reader with rich characterization and lush detailed descriptions that are written so sharply it almost feels like the reader falls into the book and becomes part of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a kinky and electrifying story of dominance and submission, loss of inhibitions and ultimately the discovery of a world of trust and love that opens Katrina’s eyes to a new plane in her life. Warning, the mastering as well as the sexual seduction of Katrina is erotically intense and emotionally riveting. This is a story you won’t want to end, a true delight for all readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall rating: 5 Hearts&lt;br /&gt;Sensuality rating: Very sensual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewer: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;November 6, 2008 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theromancestudio.com/reviews/reviews/tamedmaris.htm"&gt;Click here for the full review...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7889399553184753458-3657037525043927621?l=lynnemaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/feeds/3657037525043927621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7889399553184753458&amp;postID=3657037525043927621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/3657037525043927621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/3657037525043927621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-hearts-from-romance-studio.html' title='5 Hearts from THE ROMANCE STUDIO'/><author><name>Lynne Maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863987963439718870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7889399553184753458.post-4395027985844313747</id><published>2008-10-21T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:51:22.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VERY HIGHLY RECOMMENDED! Samhain Cafe</title><content type='html'>Here's what Sandie at the SamhainCafe had to say about TAMED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamed by Lynne Maris comes very highly recommended by me.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is a fabulous story of a hidden attraction between a young woman and the handsome professor she is working with, who is secretly a strong DOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far Derek has been keeping his distance from Katrina. But she has a friend who is into the BDSM scene and arranges to get Katrina into a masked sex party where he expected to show up. Katrina has the bit between her teeth and is determined to prove to Derek that she can handle his life style. But first she has to show him, without letting him recognize her.  How far does she go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynne's great book was another really hot page turner that I couldn't put down until I read every last word.  If you have ever been intrigued by the world of BDSM and a strong Dom, you will love Tamed. It would be a good idea to have a hunk of your own handy and maybe some toys too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  take note of it's warning:  Warning: Contains graphic language, bondage, toys, anal play, and sexual encounters in public settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7889399553184753458-4395027985844313747?l=lynnemaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/feeds/4395027985844313747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7889399553184753458&amp;postID=4395027985844313747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/4395027985844313747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/4395027985844313747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/2008/10/very-highly-recommended-samhain-cafe.html' title='VERY HIGHLY RECOMMENDED! Samhain Cafe'/><author><name>Lynne Maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863987963439718870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7889399553184753458.post-5660678756646358242</id><published>2008-10-21T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:45:04.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Stars from JERR!</title><content type='html'>Here's what &lt;a href="http://www.justeroticromancereviews.com"&gt;Just Erotic Romance Reviews&lt;/a&gt; had to say about TAMED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Tamed&lt;br /&gt;Author: Lynne Maris&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: Samhain Publishing&lt;br /&gt;Publisher URL: www.samhainpublishing.com &lt;br /&gt;Reviewer: Laura Scott&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 4 Stars&lt;br /&gt;Heat level: O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina Keats is part of the research team for Professor Derek Jacobson and has been in love with him for a very long time. Although he acts oblivious to her interest, there are times Kat thinks he might have feelings for her too. Her best friend Trista is involved in the local BDSM scene and when she first sees Derek, Trista realizes he is a well respected Dom. Kat and Trista hatch a plan where Kat will disguise herself for a special Halloween masquerade party where anything goes and Trista will introduce her to Derek as a new and willing sub. This is all new to Kat – will she like this side of Derek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamed is a very short and fun story where I liked both of the main characters. I admired Kat’s tenacity in going after Derek in such a bold fashion, considering the dynamics of a Dom/sub relationship were new to her. She read as much as she could and found the concepts to be a little frightening, albeit arousing. Derek also showed integrity in not going after Kat while he was in a position of authority over her at the university, at least until she boldly showed her interest at the masquerade party. The sex scenes between these two were well written and involved a lot of both mental and physical foreplay. They included bondage, anal play, light spanking and toys. I also enjoyed the snappy dialogue which was realistic and kept my interest throughout. For fans of Dom/sub stories, Tamed is an enjoyable way to spend an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura Scott&lt;br /&gt;Just Erotic Romance Reviews&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7889399553184753458-5660678756646358242?l=lynnemaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/feeds/5660678756646358242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7889399553184753458&amp;postID=5660678756646358242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/5660678756646358242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/5660678756646358242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/2008/10/4-stars-from-jerr.html' title='4 Stars from JERR!'/><author><name>Lynne Maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863987963439718870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7889399553184753458.post-6327489529539164440</id><published>2008-10-07T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T06:50:55.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAMED is available today!!</title><content type='html'>The wait is finally over and my beloved TAMED has hit the shelves! &lt;br /&gt;I'll be hanging out at the SamhainCafe today chatting about it and posting excerpts so drop by and say hi!&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;Lynne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7889399553184753458-6327489529539164440?l=lynnemaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/feeds/6327489529539164440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7889399553184753458&amp;postID=6327489529539164440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/6327489529539164440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/6327489529539164440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/2008/10/tamed-is-available-today.html' title='TAMED is available today!!'/><author><name>Lynne Maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863987963439718870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7889399553184753458.post-4681337116006685331</id><published>2008-10-02T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:40:37.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Angels chat tonight</title><content type='html'>Come chat with me! I'll be hanging out with at the &lt;a href="http://www.fallenangelreviews.com/home.shtml" target=" "&gt;Fallen Angels chat&lt;/a&gt; this evening about 9pm EST talking about TAMED. I'd love to see you there!&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7889399553184753458-4681337116006685331?l=lynnemaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/feeds/4681337116006685331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7889399553184753458&amp;postID=4681337116006685331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/4681337116006685331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/4681337116006685331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/2008/10/fallen-angels-chat-tonight.html' title='Fallen Angels chat tonight'/><author><name>Lynne Maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863987963439718870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7889399553184753458.post-5533526409169440749</id><published>2008-10-01T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:19:32.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAMED is coming next week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's right, &lt;a href="http://samhainpublishing.com/excerpt/tamed"&gt;TAMED&lt;/a&gt; is releasing Tuesday, October 7th, 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We've finally made to the last week stretch and I'm about bursting to share. Since I'd get a ferocious spanking if I posted the whole book the way I want to, I'll just have to follow the rules and offer a teasing taste here and there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope about a little sneak peek at the first few pages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="excerpts"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;Chapter One&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s all for today, class.” Professor Derek Jacobson leaned over his desk, braced on tanned arms heavily roped with muscles as he checked the last of his notes and then jotted an idea or two for the following lecture. His strict routine never varied. Katrina Keats sucked in her breath as his sandy blond hair fell across his brow—daring to skim the tops of his deceivingly bookish glasses, worn over piercing blue eyes. God, he was sexy. She slid her hand under her notebook, flipped it closed, stacked her books and pulled them into her chest. Her eyes never left him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stepping out of her first-row seat, she approached his desk. “Professor Jacobson, I have the papers you asked me to evaluate.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I didn’t need them until next week, but why am I not surprised to see you have them done already?” he said with a sly grin that sent liquid lust soaking her panties. “Class is over, call me Derek.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It wasn’t the first time he’d asked her to refer to him more casually. This was her sixth course with him and she’d been part of his research team for two years. Regardless of the fact that she was now his teaching assistant, somehow she still felt uncomfortable taking that last step to call him by his first name within the anthropology department halls. It gave her too many ideas that didn’t gel with academia. Although, truth be told, the ideas ran rampant no matter how she referred to him. She couldn’t stop them, didn’t even try anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She’d been in love with her professor since she was a sophomore at the university, when she’d fallen from some scaffolding, straight into his strong arms and under his spell. For years she’d done everything possible to excise him from her mind—everything but drop his classes or refuse positions on his research team or decline to go out socially with the class and stay until it was only the two of them left, talking into the night. There were hints of mutual attraction. Instances of the professor giving way to the man. But to this point, the professor had unilaterally won out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taking the papers, Derek stuffed them into a collapsible folder and jammed it into a worn leather briefcase. His eyes sought hers out and, catching, held her stare with an intensity that had Katrina holding her breath. He was excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Kat, they accepted our paper. They’re publishing in three months’ time.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A wide smile spread across her face. “So soon? That’s fantastic!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I know, I know. I have an appointment with the grant committee in about fifteen minutes, so I’m going to have to rush out of here, but I wanted to let you know that you are, here and forever, bound to me.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She blinked twice, not sure what he meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He reached across the desk and gripped her shoulder, guiding her around to stand before him. “I published the findings with both of our names.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She couldn’t believe it. “But…I didn’t think, I never dreamed—” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“You did so much of the work. Pushed me further than I wanted to go. You were the one to identify the discrepancy in our native-language assumptions.” He offered her a mock scowl, continuing on, “There were plenty of times I wanted to turn you over my knee and spank you for challenging every blessed point, but it was because of that damn defiant streak of yours that we did it. Hell yes, your name is on the paper.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Derek,” she choked out, her heart racing as much from the idea of being turned over any part of his anatomy as from the news of being published. “Thank you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Ahh, my name,” he said, rewarding her with a slow smile. “Was it so very difficult to give in to my request?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her mouth went dry as warm pleasure surged through her system. She wanted to throw down her books, crawl onto the desk and beg him to take her right there. “No,” she managed quietly, forcing herself to respond. “I suppose not.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They were alone in the classroom now and with rows of empty desks as their only audience stood staring in screaming silence at each other. His gaze moved from her eyes down to her mouth, the simmering intensity between them threatening to boil over at any second. She pressed her lips together, felt her nipples pebble and was grateful for the cloak of her heavy fall sweater. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His thumb moved against her shoulder where he gripped her. The subtle pressure of his touch spiraled through her body, ending with a searing lash of wet heat between her legs. It was intimate contact. Not like the chaste handshakes she received en masse with the other TAs at the end of a semester, not professional politeness, not innocent. It was quietly demanding, and she would give anything he asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She pushed out her breath, and with it came his name in a soft plea. “Derek.” She had wanted him for so long. Yearned for the moment to be realized. But he was so strict, so restrained, so controlled. They both were. Until now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The hold on her shoulder tightened and then released with a jolt that set her back an inch. “Well…congratulations to us.” A smile had never been more stiff. A message never more clear. &lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She blushed, embarrassed in the awkward aftermath of quiet rejection. He’d been close. She’d seen it in his eyes, felt it in his touch. What was stopping him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He had to know she wanted him, didn’t he? Maybe she hadn’t been clear enough, hadn’t… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her confidence in tatters, she straightened before him, painfully aware of his eyes narrowing on her. She braced for the sting of humiliation and pressed on, knowing she’d never forgive herself if she didn’t try. “Do you have plans for tonight, Derek? I could make you dinner and—” she swallowed past the knot in her throat, praying it would level the telling tremor in voice, “—we could celebrate…together.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Struggling not to squirm under the heat of his hard stare, she awaited his response. He glanced away, again pushing the errant bangs from his view, and plucked the glasses off his perfect straight nose. First polishing them with his tie, he replaced them before answering. No doubt a ploy to give himself an added second or two to compose himself. “I’m sorry, Katrina. I’ll have to decline.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No!&lt;/em&gt; Maybe it was only a matter of timing. “We could—”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The curt shake of his head cut off her desperate suggestion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7889399553184753458-5533526409169440749?l=lynnemaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/feeds/5533526409169440749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7889399553184753458&amp;postID=5533526409169440749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/5533526409169440749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/5533526409169440749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/2008/10/tamed-is-coming-next-week.html' title='TAMED is coming next week!'/><author><name>Lynne Maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863987963439718870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7889399553184753458.post-9071798500381672752</id><published>2008-09-10T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:01:43.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Sellers at MBaM</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Congrats to the MBaM Best Sellers:&lt;/h2&gt;        &lt;ul id="best-sellers"&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="number"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;a href="http://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/shop/product.da/nice-and-naughty"&gt;Nice and Naughty&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span class="indent"&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Jayne Rylon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="number"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;a href="http://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/shop/product.da/a-question-of-trust"&gt;A Question of Trust&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span class="indent"&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Jess Dee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="number"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;a href="http://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/shop/product.da/wicked-garden"&gt;Wicked Garden&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span class="indent"&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Lorelei James&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="number"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;a href="http://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/shop/product.da/her-masters-pleasure"&gt;Her Master's Pleasure&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span class="indent"&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Kassie Burns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="number"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;a href="http://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/shop/product.da/hearts-awakened"&gt;Hearts Awakened&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span class="indent"&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Linda Winfree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="number"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;a href="http://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/shop/product.da/the-boys-back-home"&gt;The Boys Back Home&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span class="indent"&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Sierra Dafoe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="number"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;a href="http://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/shop/product.da/fated"&gt;Fated&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span class="indent"&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Lauren Dane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="number"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;a href="http://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/shop/product.da/storm-warning"&gt;Storm Warning&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span class="indent"&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Sydney Somers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="number"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;a href="http://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/shop/product.da/dantes-inferno"&gt;Dante's Inferno&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span class="indent"&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Evie Byrne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="number"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;a href="http://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/shop/product.da/bound-by-the-past"&gt;Bound by the Past&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span class="indent"&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Mackenzie McKade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7889399553184753458-9071798500381672752?l=lynnemaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/feeds/9071798500381672752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7889399553184753458&amp;postID=9071798500381672752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/9071798500381672752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/9071798500381672752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-sellers-at-mbam.html' title='Best Sellers at MBaM'/><author><name>Lynne Maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863987963439718870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7889399553184753458.post-4587176297968353660</id><published>2008-09-09T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:18:55.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice and Naughty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayne Rylon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynne Reads'/><title type='text'>MY MORNING MENAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuV8gsly6As/SMaLRCuf8iI/AAAAAAAAABI/pDt6O1BEtCM/s1600-h/839t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuV8gsly6As/SMaLRCuf8iI/AAAAAAAAABI/pDt6O1BEtCM/s320/839t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244031941025460770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(dramatization, Lynne's home, 7am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldn't wait... I had to have it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rushing downstairs, I ran past Mr. Coffee straight into Mac's room. I wanted my fingers on him fast. I knew what I need, and this morning, Mac was the only one who could give it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But without Joe, something was missing. I stroked my fingers over the hard, unyielding planes of Mac's sleek but powerful form. "I'm sorry... I just can't. When I'm with you, I'm thinking about him. When I have him, I want to be with you, too..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mac was quiet. I knew he understood. He'd always been good to me, opened up easily. Mac was the reliable one. Generous and undemanding. Never stalling when I asked him to try something new...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Silently, I left the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joe was hot, ready and waiting. God, I wanted him... I wanted them together... my hands on Mac, damn he was so responsive... Joe on my tongue, strong and addictive, warming me from the inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was so good. Finally everything I wanted, all at once... almost. There was only one more thing I still needed... the one thing that started it all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://samhainpublishing.com/romance/nice-and-naughty"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice and Naughty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.jaynerylon.com/"&gt;Jayne Rylon&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and Mac was ready to give it to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol, okay enough of my spazy morning fun. I blame Jayne for putting me in this state of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn,&lt;/span&gt; this is one smoking cover!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jayne's gotten some contest credit for this one too... here's the blurb to give you a taste of what I'm so excited about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;“Nice and Naughty” by &lt;a href="http://samhainpublishing.com/authors/jayne-rylon"&gt;Jayne Rylon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p class="extop"&gt; &lt;a href="https://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/shop/product.da/nice-and-naughty"&gt;Buy from MBaM!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://samhainpublishing.com/excerpt/nice-and-naughty"&gt;Read An Excerpt Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="extop"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a rel="tag" href="http://samhainpublishing.com/category/red-hots/"&gt;Red Hots!&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a rel="tag" href="http://samhainpublishing.com/category/contemporary-romance/"&gt;Contemporary Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="caps"&gt;ISBN&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; 1-60504-251-X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Length:&lt;/strong&gt; Novella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Price:&lt;/strong&gt; 3.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Publication Date:&lt;/strong&gt; September 9, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cover art by Scott Carpenter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menage and More&lt;/em&gt; Anthology&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can one man satisfy Alexa’s appetites? Or will it take two? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a disastrous lesson in heartache, Alexa Jones confines her adrenaline rushes to intense boardroom negotiations. Her legendary control cracks and she indulges in a high-octane encounter on the hood of her sports car. She never planned to see the enticing stranger again. When she finds herself across the boardroom table from him, there’s suddenly more at stake than just her career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Justin Winston got more than he bargained for on his summer drive, but he should have known nothing is ever that easy. He’s met the woman of his dreams yet he doesn’t know who she is. Luckily, he can always count on his practical brother for the things that matter, and this time is no exception. But, when a web of corporate espionage entangles them all, it’s clear Justin isn’t the only one who’s fallen for their mysterious siren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Justin and Jason, Alexa finds something as unique and rare as the patent they will risk their lives to secure. The freedom to explore—and satisfy—the full range of her desires. From naughty to nice. Can Alexa accept the love of two men?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="warning"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Warning:  This story contains light bondage, anal play and smoking hot brothers for double the fun and double the trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7889399553184753458-4587176297968353660?l=lynnemaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/feeds/4587176297968353660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7889399553184753458&amp;postID=4587176297968353660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/4587176297968353660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/4587176297968353660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-morning-menage.html' title='MY MORNING MENAGE'/><author><name>Lynne Maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863987963439718870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuV8gsly6As/SMaLRCuf8iI/AAAAAAAAABI/pDt6O1BEtCM/s72-c/839t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7889399553184753458.post-8105342325029021003</id><published>2008-09-07T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:42:06.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm Lynne Maris and I write dark and naughty erotic romance. I'm just getting set up here, but I've already got some fun stuff to share. Check out the top of the page for the smoking hot cover Scott Carpenter put together for my coming release, TAMED. It's going to be available through Samhain Publishing on October 7th, 2008! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Check back soon for more information on contests, excerpts, new developments and chatter from me about the awesome authors I love to read! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7889399553184753458-8105342325029021003?l=lynnemaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/feeds/8105342325029021003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7889399553184753458&amp;postID=8105342325029021003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/8105342325029021003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7889399553184753458/posts/default/8105342325029021003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnemaris.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='Welcome to my blog'/><author><name>Lynne Maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863987963439718870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
