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Thursday, February 8, 2018

Reader Interview: Denise


Today, I have my interview with Denise Hendrickson from Texas. She’s my younger sister’s age 😊

Lexi: Welcome, Denise. How did you get into reading romance novels? 

Denise: I was an on/off reader of books throughout school.  I could take them or leave them, really.  However, I was home on medical leave from work while doctors were trying to figure out the debilitating illness I had come down with (which turned out to be Chronic Fibromyalgia) and my hubby comes home one day with a huge black trash bag full of books from a friend at work.  I kid you not…the bag was stuffed full.  I was overcome with joy to have something to do and focus on so I dug right in immediately.  And I am so glad that I did.  My introduction to books came from getting to know Christine Feehan, Diana Palmer, Nora Robert, Kat Martin and Sharon Sala.  Once I read everything she sent me, I was desperate for more.  I fell in love with the authors so I actually got myself an Amazon and Barnes and Noble account and started ordering books from these authors and learning about many more.  And my hubby got me my first Kindle for Christmas that year so I could load it up with goodies too.  I will be so ever grateful to my wonderful friend who introduced me to all the great authors and exciting reading worlds I have found and enjoy so much.

Lexi: Now that’s a great friend! Tell me about your pet.

Denise: Right now I just have one.  Her name is Ciera and she is a Husky/Shepard mix (a Gerberian Shepsky) and she is 15 years old.  She will actually be 16 in February.  She is a rescue from the SPCA and I got her when she was 2 months old.  She was an adorable little ball of fluff when she was a pup and has turned into my wonderful, loving shadow.  She has had some health issues this past year but is still holding strong.

Lexi: She’s sounds wonderful. What are you good at?

Denise: Singing, I have sung since I was little from church and school, including competitions for solos, duos, trios and groups.  I also sang at weddings, funerals and parties as I got older.  I am also a self-taught cook and baker.  It has taken years of trial and error but I love it and my hubby and family certainly never complain, lol.  Though I am still always working to learn new stuff, I am happy with my progress and love doing it.

Lexi: Both things I’m terrible at :-p If you could name a character in a romance novel, what would you name him or her? Why?

Denise:  I have always liked the names Ashley, Anya, Bree, Kylie, Mikela, or Shay for girls.  They sound like fun, happy names of ladies I would enjoy knowing.  For guys I would have to go with Jackson, Jake, Mace, Gabe, Ethan, or Tyler because they sound strong, determined and sexy. ;-)

Lexi: What makes you happy?

Denise: Overall, opening my eyes each morning and knowing there is a new day in front of me.  Knowing my hubby is always here for me and goofing around to put a smile on my face.  My dog for her wonderful licks and snuggles.  Having a great, loving support system in my mom and in-laws.  And knowing that my family and friends are happy, healthy and loving life.

Lexi: So tell me about your hubby.

Denise: My hubby is 10 years older than me and originally from New York but grew up here in Texas.  I met him at work, we were in the same department, and we dated secretly since it was against policy to date someone you directly work with.  When he proposed, I transferred to another department so we could stay at the same company.  He has a large, overwhelming family that I am still adjusting to after all these years because I am an only child and it is still a huge adjustment with his sisters, brothers-in law and all the nieces and nephews even after 13 years of marriage.

Lexi: That sounds like a fun adjustment. What’s your favorite dessert?

Denise: I am a total Southern girl at heart and love Pecan Pie.  My grandmother made the best and always baked me one for my birthday each year.

Lexi: Oh, I love that too! My mom always made it with molasses. What types of romances do you like to read?

Denise: I read just about everything.  I love Romantic Suspense, Paranormal Suspense, Military, Cowboys, Action/Adventure, Mystery/Crime/Thrillers, Urban Fantasy, Contemporary Romance and even some Sci/Fi.  I am not real big on Historical (though there are a couple authors I will read), time travel or straight comedies.

Lexi: That covers almost everything 😊 What are you proud of?

Denise: I am proud of me, actually.  I have had a lot of stuff going on over the years – bad stuff that has left scars physically and emotionally as well as suffering from chronic migraines and Fibromyalgia.  But regardless of how my day is going, how I feel or what is going on I am determined for life not to beat me.  I get up and push forward each day with a smile on my face and a new outlook.

Lexi: I love your positive outlook and your posts on Facebook! What’s your average day look like?

Denise: I am a pretty boring person.  I read, do housework, garden, cook/bake, run errands and make stuff and help out family, if needed.

Lexi: What’s your perfect day look like?

Denise: My perfect day would be one where I could wake pain free, with no worries and be able to do something I love.

Lexi: Oh, I hope you have some perfect days. How many hours a week do you spend reading romance?

Denise: I spend way too many hours reading, not that I think that is a bad thing per se.  You will never find me without a book or my Kindle in hand or at my side.

Lexi: Who made the biggest impact on your life?

Denise: I have been lucky to have several wonderful friends and family impact my life but the biggest would have to be my grandfather.  He always had a quiet strength in him and was a calming presence.  In my early 20’s I was struggling through a bad time.  He pulled me aside one day and sat me down for a quiet chat.  It was not even so much his words as his presence.  He gave me a hug, held my hand and told me I had this.  That I would overcome my struggles and my family would be there no matter what.  There was no anger, no judgement, no disappointment, nothing…just a feeling of being loved and accepted. Being understood.  His quiet words of understanding helped me pull myself together and become a new me.

Lexi: He sounds like an amazing man. If you could go on an all expense paid vacation anywhere in the world, where would you go? Why?

Denise: I have always wanted to go visit Ireland and Scotland.  The beautiful countrysides alone would be amazing to see.

Lexi: How many books do have in your “To Be Read” pile (means you’ve bought them but still need to read)?

Denise: Wow, this is a sad, sad number.  I have at least about 100.  Shocking, I know!  I have found so many new, exciting authors in this past year and have been working to grab up their different series, as budget allows, so I can catch up but of course that leaves me with my already neglected and continually growing TBR pile.

Lexi: Actually, I think that is one of the lowest numbers I’ve heard so far! If you could give someone what they wanted most, what and who would it be?

Denise: My mom. I would love to see her worry free, completely healthy and be able to take care of her so she would want for nothing for the rest of her life.

Lexi: How many romance authors are on your auto-buy list?

Denise: About 25.  10 never miss and 15 for certain series I love.

Lexi: What kind of car do you drive? If you had your choice, would it be that one or a different one?

Denise: I love my car!  It is a 2000 Honda CRV and perfect for me.  I know she is old but she is well cared for and still runs perfectly.  If I had to get another car, I have no idea what it would be.

Lexi: How many children, grandchildren, great grandchildren all total do you have?

Denise: None for me.  I am an only child and hubby and I have no children.  Just furbabies.

Lexi: You sound like me 😊 What do you do for fun (besides reading romance novels)?

Denise: Cook, bake, garden, make lotions, creams, salves, etc.

Lexi: Wow, you stay busy. What did you think you’d be when you grew up?

Denise: I wanted to be a Marine Biologist.

Lexi: What don’t most people on social media not know about you?

Denise: Pretty much everything.  I am kind of a hermit.  I am quiet and keep to myself.

Lexi: What’s your favorite holiday? Why?

Denise: Christmas used to be my favorite holiday and I am working to get it back.  My father passed away several years ago right after Christmas so I have struggled with it since then.  I loved the carols, festive parties, decorations, fragrant trees, giving presents and just hanging out with family.

Lexi: I understand that. My dad passed just before my favorite holiday, Halloween. What mistake have you made that you learned the most from?

Denise: I have a huge heart but have learned over the years to see with my eyes and listen to my gut versus letting my heart take control.

Lexi: What color eyes do you have? 

Denise: My eyes are chocolate brown, sometimes black depending on my mood.

Lexi: How old do you think is perfect for a hero?

Denise: I think you can have a hero at any age.

Lexi: Do you collect anything? If so, what?

Denise: Wow, when I was young I collected a ton of stuff.  But of course that was before I had to find a place for it all as an adult. Haha!  Now I collect Tweety (I absolutely love Tweety and Sylvester) and wolves.  Actually I also consider my books a collection too.  I collect my favorite authors books/series.  And I am very OCD about the condition of my books; I keep them in pristine condition.  If I accidentally ever break the spine, I will order a new one to replace it if it is still in print.

Lexi: “I taut I saw a Puddy cat” 😊 What are you afraid of?

Denise: I am claustrophobic and not overly fond of heights.

Lexi: What educational background do you have?

Denise: Life got in the way and prevented me from having the educational background I always wanted.  I graduated High School and have a couple of vocational school degrees.

Lexi: Do you dream at night? Do you remember your dreams?

Denise: I used to dream when I was young but do not as an adult.

Lexi: What are some of your favorite movies?

Denise: The DC Universe movies, Marvel movies, The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings series, Harry Potter series, Indiana Jones series, Underworld series, Resident Evil series.  I am weird and love old movies/shows too.  I love Columbo and Murder She Wrote and old westerns like Rio Bravo and El Dorado.  My favorite movie of all time is While You Were Sleeping.  I could always see myself as Sandra Bullock’s character.  Like I said, I am weird. Haha

Lexi: I love it! I’m a huge Marvel comics fan from way back. I’ve also discovered that weird is relative.

Okay, time for the quickies 😉

Lexi: Dark-haired hero or light-haired? Denise: Dark
Lexi: Vanilla or chocolate? Denise: Chocolate
Lexi: Hot and spicy or sweet and chaste? Denise: Hot and spicy
Lexi: Spicy food or not spicy? Denise: Spicy
Lexi: Beard or no beard? Denise: No
Lexi: Hot weather or cold? Denise: Cold
Lexi: Chest hair or no chest hair? Denise: Light chest hair (not a wooly mammoth but not smooth as a baby’s butt either)
Lexi: Morning person or night person? Denise: Night
Lexi: Rich hero or blue-collar hero? Denise: Blue collar
Lexi: Coffee or tea? Denise: Tea
Lexi: Beach or mountains? Denise: Mountains
Lexi: Cats or dogs? Denise: Both/either (I had cats growing up and dog now because my hubby is a dog person)
Lexi: Hero with long hair or short? Denise: Do not really have a preference – short to medium is good
Lexi: Rent or own? Denise: Own
Lexi: Working or retired? Denise:  Denise: I do not work right now, medical reasons
Lexi: Blonde heroine or brunette? Denise: Brunette
Lexi: City or town? Denise: Town or country
Lexi: Cook or eat out? Denise: Cook
Lexi: Tattoos or no tattoos? Denise: No
Lexi: Pajamas or naked? Denise: Shorts/tank

Lexi: Is there anything else you’d like to share?

Denise: I am happy to know you and glad I found your books.  You are a great writer with wonderful stories to tell.  I hope to eventually be able to collect all your books to add to my library.

Lexi, Aw, Denise that is so sweet! I’m so thrilled you enjoy my stories 😊 Thank you so much for chatting with me!

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Glendale Chocolate Affaire 2018


        
Hello, gentle reader! It’s that time again. February in the Valley of the Sun can only mean one thing--the Glendale Chocolate Affaire is happening this coming weekend (February 9th through the 11th)! If you’re a regular reader of my post, then you know I simply adore this event.
         For those of you who don’t know, you’re probably asking ‘What is the Glendale Chocolate Affaire’? Oh my! Well, as the name indicates, it has to do with chocolate….lots and lots of chocolate. Chocolate covered cheesecake, chocolate covered bananas, killer fudge (my DH loves the fudge and I’m under strict orders not to come home unless I’m bringing fudge with me). It’s not just chocolate though. There’s kettle corn and fry bread and all kinds of other deliciousness to be had, face-painting and rides for the kids and live music, too (and yes, there is dancing in the street).
         The other great thing about the Chocolate Affaire? Books! And the authors who write them (yes, that includes me). There’s romance--contemporary and historical (my personal favorite and what I write), intrigue and suspense, Sci-Fi/Fantasy, true crime, mysteries and the list goes on. Something for everyone! I love hanging out with the other authors, but more importantly, I love introducing you to your next great read!
         There are fabulous workshops, too. Whether you’re a newbie and always wanted to try your hand at writing or you’re a seasoned professional, the workshops offer something for everyone. They’re open to the public and they’re free.
         So, if you’re wondering what to do with yourself this coming weekend (and you’re in the Glendale/Phoenix, Arizona area), come on down to the Chocolate Affaire for a little sweetness, our perfect weather, and a chance to meet some of your favorite local authors.
 
Remember, spread a little kindness wherever you go! A smile can go a long way to brightening someone’s day!
Marie

Sunday, February 4, 2018

ONE NIGHT IN HAVANA by Kathleen Rowland and 3 $10 Amazon Gift Cards Giveaway

One Night in Havana 
#34 in the City Nights Series from Tirgearr Publishing
by Kathleen Rowland
Kathleen will be awarding 3 lucky winners a $10 Amazon Gift Certiticate. Winners will be chosen randomly with Rafflecopter. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. You may find those locations here. About the Book:   A desperate competition and sizzling attraction leads to dangerous desire. New York Marine biologist Veronica “Roni” Keane is attending the Havana Bay Conference in Cuba. Tomorrow only one grant will be awarded which will provide the winner with professional recognition, resources for a project, and living expenses for two years. She hopes to continue her deceased father’s work, but smooth operator, Carlos Montoya, has won many grants in the past. Carlos, a freelancer for the Havana Port Authority, works to help protect Havana’s reputation as a bastion of safety. As international travelers flock to the island, attracted by its 1950’s time-warp and colonial architecture, the drug business is running rampant, particularly on Roni’s cruise ship. Something’s not right, and when her scuba tanks are tampered with, Carlos brings in the military police to investigate. For her safety, he keeps her close, but he craves her body. Their attraction leads to a fun night with a bit of kink. But Roni finds herself in more trouble than she bargained for when the criminals blame her for alerting the military police and come looking for her. Can Roni trust Carlos to protect her? Will she stay in Havana if Carlos wins the coveted grant, or kiss her lover goodbye? An erotic romance with mystery.  Amazon Buy Link Excerpt: -- Chapter One
“Why, Veronica Keane.” A voice heavy with a Spanish accent drawled from behind her. “A dive bar?” A taunting tsk. “What do we have? A slumming New Yorker?”
She stiffened and closed her eyes. She knew that voice and its owner, Dr. Carlos Montoya, a finalist like her, competing for the same damn grant at the biggest Cephalopoda conference of the decade. Her heart pitter-pattered against her ribs. To turn toward him would intimate distress, or worse yet, weakness. She wouldn’t fail to win this grant, not when she was a final contender. “I like this funky little place.” Sia Macario Café, smack in the center of Havana, allowed her to observe locals and their daily lives.
“You need to eat with all the mojitos you’ve downed.” The big tease wasn’t  counting. This was her first drink, but his rumbling, sexy timbre hinted at all kinds of dark, hot promises. She’d rubbed shoulders with the Cuban scientist all week. This splendid specimen of Latin male brought on a physical ache that punched low.
A flare-up stirred fear. For her own good, she needed to resist. “I ordered camarones enchiladas.” By now she knew the menu on the chalkboard by heart. She tipped her head back to whiff grilled shrimp soon to arrive in sofrito sauce with fried sweet plantains.
“The flan is good. Just like my abuela makes.”
“I bet. Your grandmother would be happy to hear that,” she said, knowing he brought out the best in most people. Two days ago he'd invited her and a handful of others scuba diving. The chance to ogle him had been one of the perks. He’d worn nothing but swim trunks, his bare chest on display. Every glistening muscle was finely etched. Not a drop of fat on him. Since he’d not given her the time of day, she’d checked him out without him noticing.
The hard-bodied host had led the way toward habitats of soft-bodied creatures. To find where invertebrates lived was never an easy task. Octopuses squeezed into narrow passages of coral for protection and gave females a place to keep their eggs. She’d discovered the remains of a few meals nearby.Octopuses scattered rocks and shells to help them hide.
 This grant meant so much to her and no doubt to him as well. Veronica mindlessly toyed with the gold necklace around her neck, but anxiety crackled through her brain. Unlike this man of action, she lacked the flamboyant personality necessary to talk people into things. Carlos had that ability. He'd made friends with judges on board while she’d conversed with an older woman about a box of scones made with Cuban vanilla cream.
That day the wind had picked up to a gale force, and this woman named Bela with Lucille Ball red hair needed help walking to her home. The half mile down the seaside promenade, The Malecón, had provided her with time to practice her Spanish. Turned out Bela was Carlos’s grandmother. She’d worked as a maid when the Castro government came to power. When private homes were nationalized, titles were handed over to the dwelling occupants. Bela owned a crumbling home in the respected Verdado district and rented out rooms.
What Veronica detested about Carlos was his abnormal level of talent for schmoozing. Not that he wasn't charismatic; he drew her like a powerful magnet with emotions hard to untangle. Why was a self-assured woman who ran her own life thinking about a man who commanded everyone around him?
She inhaled a breath and turned around on the barstool, caught fast by a gut punch of Carlos Montoya in the flesh. She sighed and surrendered to the tendrils of want sliding up between her thighs.
Tall and muscular, his lush dark hair curled to his collar giving him a wild, roguish appearance. His face was lean and chiseled. His mouth full and tempting. His eyes the smoky-gray of a grass fire and fringed with black lashes as dense as paintbrushes. He smiled. A faint hint of mockery curved his mouth, a sensual mouth she imagined to be either inviting or cruel. Or both at the same time when he leaned over a woman with a diamond-hard gleam in his dark eyes while she drowned with pleasure. She fought a fierce desire to run her hand across his broad chest, tip her face upward, and…
His breath tickled her face.
Not going there. She blinked and forced her mind to focus. Carlos Montoya was not the kind of man you lost focus around. But that image of putting her mouth full on his and peeling away his shirt once introduced in her mind was impossible to expunge. Pointless even to try.
He was an intimidating blend of intellect and sexy danger. Both qualities had her leaning back against the bar’s edge. If it weren’t for him, she’d have a chance at winning the grant.
His lips twitched. “You’re staying on one of the cruise ships, am I right?” He rolled up the sleeves of his linen jacket to reveal a dusting of manly hair.
”Yes." Her cabin served as her hotel room while attending the January meetings with perfect high-seventies temperatures. His eyes locked with hers. She willed herself to move and yet she remained seated, clutching heat between her legs, a wetness so intense that her breath stalled in her chest while her heart hammered faster. Soon she’d return to freezing New York City.
“So, Bonita, give.” He slid onto the bar stool next to her. “What brings you down from a lofty ship to grace us lowly Cubans with your presence?”
Bonita. Pretty lady was not an endearment coming from the mouth curved in a taunting smile, but not a slight either. Not with his deep, melodic voice speaking words as if he knew secrets about her. What secrets did he know? Would he pry into her personal life? She doubted this bad-boy college professor acknowledged boundaries.
“Just drinks and dinner.” She scrambled for composure. “Aren’t we attending a world-class conference? I find the local population to be friendly and kind. That’s not slumming.”
The bartender set down a saoco. “Hope you like it, senorita.”
“Gracias,” she said. “Very nice, served in a coconut.”
“Ah, the saoco,” Carlos said. “Rum, lime juice, sugar, and ice. The saoco,” he repeated, disbelief heavy in his words. “Um. Wow. Once used as a tonic for prisoners of the revolution.”
“Medicinal?” She couldn’t help it. She chuckled and sounded as if a rusty spoon had scraped her throat raw, but it was genuine. The warm glow in its wake was welcome and needed. .
He leaned an elbow on the bar, his beer bottle with the green-and-red Cristal label dangling between his fingers. “Be careful with that one.” He dipped his head toward the front door as if he needed to go somewhere soon.
That fast, the glow snuffed out. She cleared her throat and gripped the fuzzy surface of the coconut container.
He placed a five-peso coin with a brass plug on the counter and whirled it. The spinning motion mirrored a dizzying attraction going on in low parts of her belly.
She cleared her wayward mind and nodded toward artwork on the opposite wall. “I plan to buy a painting tonight.”
“Don’t buy anything unless the seller gives you a certificate. You’ll need one to take art from Cuba. Artists deal in euros in case you don’t have pesos.”
She’d come prepared but said, “Thanks for the info.”
His coal-black eyes widened as he gazed from her head down to the tiny straps around her ankles as if she wore high heels and nothing else. “You give off a Barbie doll image,” he replied and stood up.
“Huh?”
“Where’s Ken, anyway? Kenneth Morton. He came with you to the talks in Antarctica. Five years ago.” He grinned, and the mortification in her belly gave way to a longing which she had no business feeling toward her competitor.
“Ken and I broke up.” She hesitated for a moment. “You have a gift for remembering names. Like a salesman.”
“A person’s name is, to that person, the most important and sweetest sound. Back then I introduced myself to Ken in the men’s room.”
“I remember now. Didn’t you give a talk on a specialized pigment in the octopus?”
“Ahh, si.” He splayed his fingers over his chest. “A pigment in their blood is—”
 “—called hemocyanin. Turns their blood blue and helps them survive subfreezing temperatures. Were you awarded something?”
“The antifreeze protein grant? No. It went to a deep-diving photographer. He wasn’t chicken about getting lost or trapped under the ice.”
She slid from her stool and strutted around, jutting her chin in and out like a chicken. “Bock, bock, bock, bock, bock, begowwwwk.”
He chuckled. “Cute chicken dance. Very cute in that skimpy black dress.”
Her cheeks heated, and she clutched her necklace. He’d seen plenty of women in body-fitting attire. In Cuba, women wore dresses to meetings. If she'd harnessed sexier mojo, she’d have livened up presentations. Her presentations with an abundance of dull data went south. She slid back against her stool and clutched her purse to her stomach as if the small satin bag could calm the nerves playing deep down kickball. She belonged in her tidy New York office filled with computers, modems, and research manuals. Not in this softly lit café where passion oozed from a man’s pores, and artists displayed their canvases. Here was where Havana’s trendsetters congregated, and Ernest Hemingway wrote about desire.
“Good luck with your purchases, Veronica Keane.”
Okay, so they weren’t going to pretend they were going head to head for the grant.
As if he had more to say, he grinned at her, his perfect white teeth flashing.. “Do you find us different, like apples and oranges?”
“What am I, an apple or an orange?”
“Hmm. You’re an apple.” He was doing that sexy voice thing which made her brain shut down. Heady. 
It started with an unexpected spark, an instant attraction, the jolting jab of oh-I’m-feeling-something. Something like a flashfire in her belly, but now they were talking. “Am I the apple of desire? Want to take a bite out of me?” She pulled in a breath. Had she really said that?
“Bonita, do I ever.”
“Tomorrow is the final ceremony.” Would she watch him walk to the podium to accept the grant? 
About the Author: 
Book Buyers Best finalist Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with an erotic love story sure to melt their hearts.  Her latest release is One Night in Havana, #34 in the City Nights series.
Kathleen also has a steamy romantic suspense series with Tirgearr Publishing, Deadly Alliance is followed by Unholy Alliance. Keep an icy drink handy while reading these sizzling stories.
Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes novels.   She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji.  Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in California.
Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors.  While proud of their five children who’ve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write.
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Friday, February 2, 2018

Last Call for 99¢ FROM LEXI WITH LOVE 4 Book boxed set

This is the last week to grab this 4 book boxed set of first-in-series stories. All have HEAs and all are full length!


Cowboys Never Fold (Poker Flat #1) - Contemporary Cowboy Romance
When cowboy Wade Johnson honors a promise by working at a nudist resort, he discovers that to win the sexy owner’s heart he must go all-in, which could mean baring more than his soul. 


Pleasures of Christmas Past (A Christmas Carol #1) - Paranormal Romance
Though Jessica Thomas is thrilled to land the job of novice Spirit Guide, she’s been assigned a hot, arrogant Scottish mentor who confuses her heart. But what should concern her more, is will he protect her soul? 

Christmas with Angel (Last Chance #1)-Cowboy Romantic Suspense
Cole and Lacey may not agree on where to spend Christmas day, but when Angel’s abusive former owner crashes Christmas, the couple learn to focus on what’s most important.

Cruise into Eden (Eden Series #1) - Sci-fi/Paranormal Romance
Sci-fi television employee, Erin Danielson, boards a nude cruise to get lucky, and boy does she ever because Nase and Ware have ripped bodies, enticing accents, and hearts of gold. In fact, they are out of this world…literally.

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