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As areader, do you chose books written by humorous authors? Is it an aspect of astory that you search for? When you have a choice of what to read, and it'sobvious by the back blurb that a book has a lighter spirit rather than a gloomydowner tendency, would that be a deciding factor?

Many ofthese questions have been on my mind since I first started to write. I can'timagine my main characters having to experience all the conflicts of awell-plotted story without a sense of humor. Obviously, not everything is funnyand shouldn't be, but it's important to me that I care about the main people inmy stories, what happens to them, and how they succeed. And producing a chuckleor two by the time I reach the end, well that just makes it more satisfying.

As an avidreader, I'll admit that humor is the difference between whether I go lookingfor other work by the same author or move on to someone new. Many times I'vestruggled through heavy pathos and conflicts that break my heart for the heroor heroine, and right till end there's no relief. Many times the books werebrilliant and so well written they deserved 5 stars, but somehow they stilldon't give me the satisfaction as a story that can make me experience a few smilesas well as the tears.

Andfinally, let's be realistic.Ìý Mostpeople I know like to laugh and enjoy life. Not everything is serious, and manypeople who suffer tragedies bravely smile through their fears. Even when theworst moments are happening, it's human nature to try and lighten the load.Therefore, shouldn't our characters be based on reality?


So, back to my original question, is humor anelement you look for in the books you choose?



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ÌýMy Cheeky Angel is a humorous story about a mixed-upfemale who's so unhappy she needs the help of a cheeky angel to set her on theright path. To give her the strength to make the changes she thinks are soimportant. But are they?




She loves a man who only treats heras a pal. By exchanging her sloppy jeans and t-shirts to classy suits and fancyclothes, will he see her differently?




Once in the clutches of the power-hungry world of bigbusiness, Annie fights to retain her true identity. But first, she needs todecide who she wants to be and what's really important.









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Every time heclosed his eyes, a strange image of Annie in trouble took on such realistictendencies it seemed surreal. Sick of his own company, Tyler decided a walkwould do him a world of good, clear his head, and help to get his mind off histomboy gone rogue. Once the ideaappeared, it became a fixation. No choice, no dragging his feet, he had to getout of his apartment. Either he needed hallucination treatments or a curt,gravelly female had taken up residence in his brain and urged him to hurry andget his butt moving. The elevator, notever on his floor, awaited him with the door open and no one else inside. Heshivered. Strange and stranger! The ride down lasted only seconds. When itslowly opened, a nightmare unfolded. One look at his Annie clinging to herevening's escort and hisrage superseded common sense. Without thought, he ripped her from the scumbag's groping fingersand shoved the conceited-looking, puffed-up character against the wall. AllTyler's six feet twoinches of anger intimidated. He watched the coward evaluate, then shrink back. Within seconds thesmooth prick spoke. "Anna had a bit toomuch to drink. I was seeing her safely home.""Not a problem. I'll take her up," he growled. Bythis time, Tyler had a supportive arm around the wobbly woman. He looked downat her. "Say bye-bye to yourdate...Anna." His spitting outher newly chosen name would have set worry bells ringing, if she'd been in hernormal state of mind. Blitzed out of her head, she just jiggled her fingers andsaid, "Bye-bye, date." With everythinghappening so fast, Tyler knew Annie hadn't had a chance tofully appreciate the change in her situation. One minute she was leaningdrunkenly against the slimy character whose hands were all over her body, whileher unfocused eyes gazed at him adoringly. The next minute, Tyler had takenover. As the elevatordoors closed, leaving Sergio shrugging off his disappointment, a fuming Tylerlifted Annie into his arms. At ease, Anniewrapped her arms around him, snuggled her face into his neck, and then sighed.His familiar expensive cologne, one of her gifts that he regularly used, seemedto soothe her. "I love how yousmell." His anger fled themoment he became aware that she sniffed at him like a small kitten. His legsalmost buckled when he felt the tip of her tongue lick him, and then press atiny kiss over the wet spot.The groan starteddeep, frustration forcing it out, chasing away his righteous snit. At her door,he lowered her to her unsteady feet, but she refused to unwind her arms fromaround his neck. They clung, her body glued to his. He reached up forthe hidden key she kept stashed above her door, while balancing her with onearm. The lock took forever to get opened. Not that she noticed. Busyfamiliarizing his ear with her lips kept her amused. Swinging her back up andinto his arms, he kicked the door closed behind them and carried her carefullyinto her bedroom, a room which seemed to have undergone huge changes since theday he'd helped her paintthe ivory walls.Pillows of allshapes, in all shades of turquoise, some beaded, some embroidered, were strewnhelter-skelter over a new satiny brown duvet. He swiped at them one-handed,clearing a space as he lowered her body to the side of the bed, letting herflip backwards. Trouble was, she had his neck imprisoned by her strong,clinging arms, and she wasn't about to let go. He fell over her,half covering her body."Please," she whispered. "Kiss me. I have tobe kissed at least once tonight, I just—have to." She pushedupwards, thrusting her breasts against his chest. Her desire sparkedhis, and her admission that she hadn't yet been kissed assuaged most of thegut-wrenching rage he'd felt at seeingher in the arms of another man. Besides, he couldn't resist her pushyinvitation. Drunk or not, his name on her lips would go a long way to restoringhis humor."Honey, do you knowwho's with you? I needto hear you say my name.""Of course I know,silly." She giggledinanely. "It's Dick."He stiffened andtried to pull away, but she held fast. Her grip couldn't be broken withouthurting her, and that was out of the question."Tyler, I'm kidding." She stared up intohis eyes, dewy softness mixed with sultry invitation. Her needs were clear; shewanted him. But his needs were just as clear. Not this way. God knew how longit had been since he'd had a woman, andhere she was offering him every man's dream. But taking advantage of herdrunken state didn't sit well withhim. It wouldn't sit well withher, either, in the morning. He knew it, even if right now she didn't.He slowly began torise, halted again by her gripping arms. Tired of waiting for him to take theinitiative, Annie shocked him by lifting herself, twining her arms tighteraround his back, and fusing her lips onto his.She was sweet. Sosweet! Her inexperienced mouth caressed like a little girl. Small puckeredkisses zeroed in on his hunger. She struck at his nose, cheeks, lips, wherevershe could reach. And her wiggling body reached zones he'd forgotten were soquickly aroused. He closed his eyes, savoring her attempts at seduction. Obviouslyfrustrated by his lack of co-operation, Annie became more inventive. He guessedshe'd sensed himstalling, and so she doubled her efforts to get him involved in her love play.Arching her bodyfully, she pressed herself into him, and sinuously rubbed her breasts againsthis chest. Without breaking this rhythm, she secured her one leg over his andthrust her heat up to rub his hardness. Like a Venusflytrap, she'd engulfed him.Good intentions flew out the window. His hoarse voice whispered her name overand over as his restraint dwindled, then disappeared completely. When his lipscaptured her wandering mouth, he drained her passion, then felt it refill andoverflow. She panted. She groaned. And she whimpered his name in tune to hislitany of hers.She grabbed hishand, placed it over her breast, then with her guiding his fingers she forcedhim to surround the swollen mound. His lips soon followed his hands, and he breatheddeeply through the flimsy material over the exact spot that stood hard atattention. Her inexperience, overcome by the alcohol, disappeared. With bothhands, she held his head to her and whispered in his ear. "Oh, God! Tyler,that feels so good. Touch me."Her throaty voiceramped up his ardor, but he had to slow down or explode. He backed away andlooked down at her beautiful, perky nipples pushing against the silk of herdress, and then he searched her face. Sensing his eyes on her, her eyelashesswept upwards a fraction at a time, and he combusted fromthe fervent expression her smoky blues reflected. "Tyler, pleeasse!Don't stop. Kiss meagain. I love your kisses." Caught in the throes of passion, herbody undulated with each word. He watched as her mouth opened a fraction inorder to suck in her bottom lip so her teeth could bite down on the plumppinkish mound. Small hands rubbed his upper body but were not quite adventurousenough to slide lower. Still, instincts buried deep propelled her to again mashher hips against his. They'd fit together inthe same way a well-oiled gun fits into its holster. No doubt whatsoever. Whenthe moment came for him to slip inside her, into her wetness, it would be likecoming home at last. Fast losing control of the situation, and of hisconvictions, he tried to think. Heaven and hell's advocates soundedin his head."I need her." From his bad side!"I can't." Good side just hadto get his two cents in there."I bloody want hermore than my next breath." Come on, bad side!"It's not right." Gravelly-voicedidiot side? Where did she come from?

Devil and angelwarred with each other while he awaited the outcome—totally in supportof his hell-bent buddy. ***ÌýÌýÌý


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