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When I started my
writing career and first became published, I thought I’d write erotica, and chose two names to write under.
So far, the erotica career hasn’t happened and I decided to drop the pen name M. J. Sager. However, I do have
three short stories published under the pseudonym, which are available on Coffee Time Romance.
These stories are all contemporaries, but not Westerns. However, if you
enjoy the way I write as Anna Kathryn, you’re sure to enjoy my alter ego’s stories as well.
Two years ago, Ethan Jackson's
high school sweetheart, Jennifer Shelton, reentered his life when they needed each other the most. Now he's decided they've
grieved their losses long enough and it's time to marry. But his discovery of her secret puts a stop to the romance. Before
they have A SECOND CHANCE AT FOREVER she needs to trust their love and he needs to forgive her mistrust.
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A Second Chance at Forever unedited excerpt.
Ethan
Jackson’s blood thrummed through his body as he waited for Jennifer Shelton to answer his knock. Her short note, The Regency - room 1635 - any time after seven, had taken him by surprise. Jen wasn’t
due to visit for another two weeks. Pleased she was early, he still wondered at the unexpected visit.
The
door opened and he let out a pent-up breath. His gaze flickered over the woman he planned to marry as soon as she said yes
to his as yet unasked question. Jen hadn’t changed much since he last saw her a few months ago. In fact, but for a few
gray steaks in her short cropped brown hair and some tiny laugh lines, she looked much the same as she had when he first fell
in love with her thirty years ago.
His
gaze slid over her body once again. Clingy red silk dress, black stockings and two-inch stilettos. She never dressed like that back in high school! His mouth watered.
Jen raised a brow. “I believe the note said anytime after seven.”
Ethan
checked his watch. Six
fifty-six.
She
grinned, her hazel eyes sparkling. He smiled back, stepped through the doorway and glanced around the hotel room. An expensive,
well-appointed suite, this was one hell of a step-up from their normal meeting place. What was Jen up to?
She
brushed past him. Her perfume tickled his nose as the gentle sway of her hips beneath the red silk enticed him. He drew in
a ragged breath and turned away before his jeans became unbearably tight.
A
possessive hand on his arm sent tingles through his body. He turned to the woman he loved.
She
beamed a smile at him. “Surprised?”
Hell,
yeah, he was surprised. His gaze flicked over her naughty attire. Man, oh, man.
His mouth went dry. She licked her lips nervously and stepped back.
Ethan
gripped her by the shoulders and hauled her against his heated body. She gasped at the contact. Damn. Her sensual red lips begged to be tasted.
It
was hard to breathe, much less talk. “I’m surprised and pleased.”
He
moved his hands down the back of her slinky dress until he came to the swell of her buttocks. Ahhh, he remembered the feel of these mounds under his fingers. He splayed his hands over them and pulled her
wickedly against his arousal. “I didn’t think you were coming for a couple more weeks.”
Jen
grinned, her eyes mischievous once again. A dimple showed itself in her right cheek. Her hands slid up and around his neck
to caress his sensitive nape. “I haven’t come yet, Ethan.”
An
image of her naked beneath him, arching up to meet his thrusts flashed through his mind. Lust pooled hard and heavy in his
groin. He lengthened, thickened and pulsed against her. The evil seductress wiggled her hips.
Jen
guided his head down and softly brushed her glossy lips over his mouth.
“I’ve
missed you.” Her breath mingled with his.
Unable
to take her teasing a minute longer, he crushed his lips to hers. His tongue swept into her warm, soft mouth, running over
her teeth to caress the ridges of her palette and parry with her tongue. Minutes passed before he released her so they could
both breathe. The gasps for air did little to fill his chest.
Her
fingers brushed his lips and he playfully nipped their tips.
“I
missed you, too, Sweetheart.” His voice was steeped with desire. “I’m
glad you decided to visit earlier than planned.”
Her
gaze dropped from his face to the hollow of his throat. She pressed her lips together and he felt her body tremble.
“Well,
the truth of the matter is,” she said as her cloudy gaze lifted to meet his once more, “something’s come
up and it was either visit now or put it off for God knows how long.” She ground her pelvis against his. “I chose
to come early.”
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Burned in the past, journalist
Clara Barnes doesn’t mix pleasure with business. Her conviction is sorely
tested when she meets sexy resort owner Grayson Everett. Gray is instantly attracted to the woman sent to do an article on
his retreat. Neither is looking for love, but the magic of the Blue Moon opens
their hearts to possibility of ENCHANTMENT BY THE SEA, until Clara learns the truth behind Gray’s seduction. Will he
convince her the magic is real before it wanes?
Enchantment by the Sea unedited excerpt
“There are things you don’t know about me,” Clara
whispered.
Gray raised an eyebrow. “Are
you an axe murderer?”
“What?” Startled, she stopped walking. “No, of course
not.”
“Did you embezzle millions from your employer?”
Clara laughed. “I’ve
never worked for anyone who had millions to embezzle.”
“Do you rip off the mattress labels when you’re not supposed
to?”
She grinned at him. “No.”
“Then nothing about you is worth not letting me get to know you
better.”
“This is.” She needed to tell him why she was at his resort.
He put his finger against her mouth.
“Shhh. See that moon? It’s
a Blue Moon—the second full moon of the month. It’s magical, and that means tonight is magical as well.”
He cocked his head at her. “You don’t want to waste all that magic
telling me things about you that don’t matter, do you?”
“What does matter, then?” Her voice was breathless.
He stepped closer, pulling her into his arms. “This.”
His head lowered and he claimed her mouth in a deep kiss. His tongue slipped in and teased as it parried with hers. His
hands explored the hollows of her back, cupping her buttocks and holding her against his growing erection.
Clara slipped her arms around his waist and moaned.
It had been too long since she’d been held like this…kissed
liked this. She felt cherished and desired.
Needed and wanted.
She molded to the contours of his hard body. He groaned, tightening
his arms around her and broke the kiss. He dropped his head into the hollow of her neck, his breath hot against her skin.
“Christ, what you do to me, Clara,” he whispered, lifting
his head and resting his cheek on her temple.
She laid her head on his chest, listening to the rapid thumping of his
heart and his ragged breathing. She felt none too steady herself and feared if
he released her she’d crumple to the sand in an ungainly puddle.
He pulled away from her, lifting her chin until he stared at her with
dark, desire-filled eyes. He searched her face, as if looking for an answer there.
“Clara, what am I going to do with you?”
Take me to bed? Make wild, passionate
love to me? She remained silent.
Gray groaned. His mouth hungrily covered hers. Heat, lust, need spiraled
through her. She grasped his shoulders and forgot why she shouldn’t be
doing this. His lips seared a path across her cheek and down her neck. He nibbled her earlobe. His hands roamed her body—waist,
buttocks, back. He cupped a breast through her cotton dress, teasing the nipple
with his thumb.
“Clara.” He reclaimed her mouth, devouring its softness.
He pulled her down onto the sand as he continued the sensual kiss.
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More
than soup cooks when Layla and Conner prepare the daily special. More than sparks
fly when she discovers who Conner really is and why he’s interested in her Community Center.
Soup d’Amour unedited excerpt
Conner
stood in the anteroom of the building, his hand on the doorknob. It was nearly three and the clean-up from lunch was finally
finished. Layla had dismissed him from his ‘community hours.’ Yet, he was reluctant to leave.
“Mr.
Conner,” Layla said from the dining room.
He turned
to face her. “Yes.”
“You
didn’t give me the paperwork for the court. I need to fill it out so you’ll get your credit.” The scent
of roses wafted around him as she stepped closer.
He patted
his shirt, which had no pockets. “I left them at my office.”
Out of
the corner of his eye, he noted the limousine stop at the curb. He kept his gaze on Layla’s face as she turned to stare
out the glass door. Her eyes widened, then shuttered her thoughts.
“You
need to get it to me, so you can prove to the court you came.” She looked at him. “Do you plan to finish your
hours here?”
He fisted
a hand. Damn that lie. “No. I’ve decided I want something more important than community service hours from the
East Side Community Center.”
“Oh,
what’s that?”
He had
never in his life asked a woman he hadn’t known for weeks, if not months, out on a date. He drew in a deep breath.
“I’d
like to take you out for dinner tonight. I don’t believe I can do that if I’m earning my hours with you.”
This would be easier if he didn’t have to keep up that pretense.
Her eyes
widened more than they had when she spotted his car. “I don’t think that would be advisable.”
He reached
out a hand and touched her face. Fire flared up his arm. “Can you tell me you don’t feel the electricity between
us? I felt it the moment I laid eyes on you. I’d kick myself tomorrow if I didn’t at least see if it’s real.”
She leaned
her cheek into his palm and he ran his thumb over her lips. Her lips parted in a silent gasp.
“Dinner.
That’s all I’m asking. Let’s just see if there’s something real between us or not.”
Layla
licked her lips and his thumb, then jerked back in surprise. She drew in an unsteady breath. “Okay. I can be ready by
seven.”
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