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Copper Lake by Ann Swann


They call him the Killer Cartographer because he carves the map coordinates of each victim on the femur of the one before. Then he tattoos the information on his skin. Can Detective Kendra Dean bring him in, or will she become his next tattoo?


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Kendra shrugged and met his grin with a tired one of her own. “The things we do for the job.” She took another sip of her drink and inspected the nearly deserted bar. “Thank God there’s not much going on.”

Woody nodded. “I’ll be ready to hit the sack after this.” He glanced around, too. “It’d be our luck for a fight to break out. Guess we’re taking quite a chance having a drink when we’re technically still on-the-job.”

Kendra raised her short glass. “Here’s to taking chances.”

“Amen.” Woody clinked his beer bottle against her glass.

When a slow song came on the jukebox, he stood and held out his hand. “Take another chance?”

She took a long, slow sip of her drink and then set it down before placing her hand in his. It’s only one song she told herself. But a flame ignited in her belly as she allowed him to pull her in close. He didn’t press her body to his; he simply curled his large hand around hers and held it against his chest while the music led them around the tiny dance floor. When she chanced a glance at his face, she was surprised to find his eyes were closed.

She relaxed and rested her temple against the shelf of his chin. Even now she could still recall the way she felt in his arms as if she’d just arrived home from a long, arduous, journey. Kendra also remembered wondering how long it had been since she and Bill had gone dancing. How long it had been since they had held each other so tenderly and carefully.



Ann Swann was born in the small West Texas town of Lamesa. She grew up much like Stevie-girl in The Phantom Pilot series, though she never got up the nerve to enter the haunted house. Ann has done everything from answering 911 Emergency calls to teaching elementary school. She lives in Texas with her husband, Dude, one rescue dog, two rescue cats, and a part-time box turtle named Piggy. When she’s not writing, Ann is reading. Her to-be-read list has grown so large it has taken on a life of its own. She calls it Herman.

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Books by Ann Swann

2011 Stevie-girl and The Phantom Pilot – Cool Well Press

2012 Stevie-girl and The Phantom Student – Cool Well Press

2013 Stevie-girl and the Phantom of Crybaby Bridge – Createspace

2012 All For Love – 5 Prince Publishing

2013 Stutter Creek (Book One) – 5 Prince Publishing

2015 Lilac Lane (Book Two) – 5 Prince Publishing

2016 Copper Lake (Book Three) – 5 Prince Publishing

2016 Takers: Apocalypse in Eden – coming soon

Short Fiction

“Bamboozled” Alfred Hitchcock Magazine

“Aftermath” Binnacle Magazine

“The Gap” and “In Search of Water” The Rusty Nail (previously published in The Sandstorm)

“Soul Gardener” Timeless: Cool Well Press, Anthology

“The Fee” A World of Terror: Grey Mouse Publishing, (formerly titled The Warning)

“SleepAway Pounds” Seasonal, Sweet, and Suspenseful, Anthology

“Chems” Createspace


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The Measure of Love by Saundra MacKay


MediaKit_BookCover_TheMeasureOfLoveThe Measure of Love is unique in that it is an authentic modern-day love story that captures the mystique and splendor of large size women of today.  It will captivate the hearts of the readers as they walks through Vanessa’s everyday life as she confronts the realistic obstacles from being a woman of size.  The story addresses size in a kinder, gentler way about full figured women beyond the realm of society’s idea of what is physically beautiful



Good fortune spared her from becoming further unnerved by allowing her to get to the airport without much delay, and to find a parking spot, with a few minutes left before his flight was to arrive. Vanessa felt as if she couldn’t make time move fast enough. With each passing minute, she couldn’t deny her mounting eagerness to see his handsome face come through the exit doorway. While the passengers were disembarking, Vanessa positioned herself in a place where she could easily see him come through the door, yet far enough away from the crowd of onlookers waiting for the same reason. As the doors opened and each unfamiliar face passed through the doorway, she felt as if her inflated heart was going to burst onto the carpet. She felt sure she would stop breathing if she didn’t see his face in the next few seconds.

Vanessa stood very still, watching the stream of emerging passengers. And then, suddenly, there he was, looking like the million dollars he was worth in her shining eyes. Unbeknownst to her, Jon had been anticipating seeing her just as much once the plane had landed, and the need had only increased as the plane, much too slowly, had taxied up the runway. His feet had wanted to run down the long walkway, making him impatient with the necessary procedures and the lingering passengers who, to his increasing anxiety, were taking their time walking down it. He didn’t know why, but he was nervous and very anxious, even though he’d been looking forward to this day since it had been arranged.

By the time Jon reached the exit, he was so wired it took everything he had not to push the people ahead of him out of his way to run the extra steps. Then, at the exact same moment, their eyes locked. Vanessa stood there, so statuesque, and wearing the biggest smile. It took all the remaining restraint he had not to drop his bag where he stood, run to her, and grab her up in his hungry arms to consume every inch of her big, beautiful body. She was one fine female, and he could see she had no idea of the enormous impression she made as she stood looking like a vision to all who had an eye for real beauty.

Never taking his eyes off hers, Jon walked toward her, lowered his bag, and forced himself to slowly pull her into his impatient arms. The feel of her softness revived the many feelings that had possessed him since he last left her, and gave him a new wish to hold on to her for a lifetime, just as he was at that very moment. For someone of such a large frame, she was so small in so

He had missed her. For someone of such a large frame, she was so small in so many ways not obvious to those who couldn’t see past the image taken in by the discriminating eye. Jon just wanted to hold her and protect her forever from all the ugliness around her and within her own insecure reflection. Vanessa wrapped her large arms around his neck, nestled her face deep into his shoulder beneath his scented square chin, and whispered, “I’ve missed you so much. Welcome, my love.”


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“© copyright DON WEST / fOTOGRAfIKS all rights reserved – domestic & foreign 617.524.1975”

I was a large-sized child shaped by the view of those expecting me to act a certain way because of my size and their narrow views. As a “fat” child I was treated just how they thought I would act, as if I was so sensitive I were incapable of doing most things thin children could do.   It was around the age of twelve I started to gain weight, changing my physical image of my body. It was a slow, steady process, but the ramifications were not.

As I grew older and the pounds followed, the images changed dramatically and I wasn’t capable of fighting the effects from it. As a young girl of size, trying to keep some semblance of positive image was an uphill battle. It was the start of feeling isolated and unsure as an introverted child growing up and into most of my teen years. I didn’t feel I could trust anyone enough to talk to about personal issues, especially anything to do with my weight.

As a teen and into adulthood the meaning of unrequired love was lost to me. As I explored the world around me, I unknowingly learned how to trust many of the voices of the people I was blessed to have had walk through my life. In time, it showed me my innate trust in something bigger than society’s issues and helped me to listen to my own voice to hear the messages I tell myself.

Now, the image of my body is one of kindness, caring, and love. In light of realizing its society’s image of body that is distorted and do not accept the difference in every individual, I have come a long way to appreciate the uniqueness of my body. Today love means so many things to me, and is felt in defining ways that have helped shape me into the person I am today. I believe I have always reflexively felt a connection to my innate love for myself and on so many amazing levels love have helped me to understand and value the real me.

As a young adult, I started to read every opportunity I had. Then my love of words was found, allowing me to create a world in which I could express myself comfortably. I now have the pleasure of embracing the feelings of joy and excitement that come with being a writer of truth and a romance novelist. It’s possible because I evaluate myself and my growth with honesty in hopes of being capable of writing true-to-life love stories. Love stories about large-size women who are seen for more than their innate beauty and are worthy to be the heroine who gets the man

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Naked Choke by Vanessa Dare

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Trapped at the bar during her best friend’s engagement party, Emory finds herself with Mr. Dud and his obnoxious pick-up lines. That is, until sexy Grayson Green steps in to rescue her. She’s been out of the game so long that she’s practically a dating virgin. With her son off to college and her husband now an ex, Emory is learning how to be not a wife, not a mom, but a single woman. What she doesn’t anticipate is falling—hard and fast—for a dominate, alpha male.

Grayson Green’s an MMA champion, used to working hard and playing harder. He spent years in the limelight where fast times and fast women were easy to come by. Women just want to screw him and men want to be friends with the infamous Green Machine. The appeal is gone and he steps out of the ring to make some changes and get control of his life. He runs his own gym and is a trainer for the next champ. All the training in the world can’t save him from the one-two punch of meeting Emory. She’s different. She has no idea who he is…and she wants him anyway. She’s everything he never knew he ever wanted and he’s going to do whatever it takes to keep her.

Gray convinces Emory that there are no games with him, that he wants to take care of her, protect her, and pleasure her until she can’t see straight. But not everything from his past are championship belts and sponsorship deals. He’ll have to protect her from the one thing he can’t control. Gray will do anything to keep Emory because he knows that winning in the cage is nothing compared to winning her heart.


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“Sorry I’m late, baby. This place is so crowded, Paul pointed me in your direction.” I felt a hand on my shoulder before I realized the voice was talking to me. The surprise contact made me jump, but it didn’t feel creepy and gross like Bob/Bill’s hand had. It felt like…electricity crackling in the air before a thunderstorm. Glancing back, it was Mr. Bond’s brother—that would make him Mr. Bond as well, then?—smiling at me. At me! His brown eyes weren’t just dark, they were almost black and they were focused directly, completely, utterly on me.


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Vanessa Dare does it all: Urban contemporary to time traveling to Scotland and everything in between. Her bestselling alter ego, Vanessa Vale, sticks with steamy Wild West romps.

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Free Read — An Unplanned Rendezvous — The End

Finally, I’ve gotten to the end of my micro-novel, An Unplanned Rendezvous. I’ve never done a free read before. Next time I’m going to write the story before I start posting it.

Now here’s The End to An Unplanned Rendezvous.

She knew that. Her mother had kept her up-to-date on all her old friend’s here in town. Somehow her mother had known how she felt about Luke. He had more than one opportunity to marry, yet he’d never asked any of them. His father had finally given up on his eldest son a year ago, and started harassing his youngest.

“I’m not my father.”

His voice was so low she barely heard the words.

“Honey,” his hand touched her shoulder lightly, “I can’t be forever with a woman I don’t love.”

She moved slightly away from him and turned. “Neither can you give your name to a woman your father disapproves of.”

“Didn’t you just say I never allowed my Dad to browbeat me?”

He stood from his seat and stood behind her, placing his hand gently on her arm and turning her toward him. He didn’t drop his hand, but neither did he move her closer.

“I’m not my father, Annie.”

She sighed. “I always thought you were different until I… heard the rumors about you.”

“And that’s all they were,” tightening his hand harder around her arm. “Rumors and lies.”

“You forget I saw you with Beth, Luke.” She tried to pull away but he pulled her closer to him. “And that your Dad told me about your engagement.”

“He lied to you.”


His fingers caressed up her arm, stopping at the curve of her neck. Her heart beat rough in her throat, showing him without words what his nearness did to her.

“He found out about you.”


“Rather,” he said lightly. “About us.”

“Having sex, you mean?” She tried to push him away again, but this time he encircled both arms around her and set his chin against the top of her head. “This won’t work, Luke.”

“It won’t?” She sighed when his lips traveled over her head to her earlobe. He bit on it gently before setting her aside. “You’re right. I want your body, but it’s your heart I’m after. That’s what I told my father.”

Warmth filled her. Why should this statement give her hope when the words I love you didn’t affect her? She didn’t know, yet the feeling couldn’t be denied.

“All I’m asking is you give me a chance.”

Something in his eyes, in his stance spoke to her. Yet… “If I decide to return home, and practice medicine here, would you still want to marry me?”

His grin said it all.

“I’m not saying I’m moving back.” Annie moved into his arms, wrapping hers around his chest. “But… it’s a possibly.”

“That’ll be enough,” he said, looking deep into her eyes. “For now.”

Annie brushed her lips over his, loving the intense feel of them. “I’ve wanted to come home for a long while.”


“Yes, really.”

Things weren’t even close to being settled between them, but it was a start.

And Annie was finally where she wanted to be.


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Free Read — An Unplanned Rendezvous Part 6

Here’s another part of my story.

Only one more to go.

An Unplanned Rendezvous 

“Use you?” She straightened up at his comment. “What are you talking about? If anyone used anyone, you used me.”

Bitterness bit into his laughter this time. “You left me, Annie.”

“I… left…” Annie stared down at him, anger simmering hot in her. “No, you left me that morning. I was the one who woke up in an empty bed. I was the one who waited two days to hear from you. I was the one who caught you half-naked with my cousin when I finally gave up waiting and went to your office.”

“I’d just gotten back from the construction site late Friday afternoon,” he said, leaning toward her. “I was cleaning up there before I went to the hospital to see your Uncle, Beth’s dad. That’s what you saw.”

“So you say,” she said. “You just can’t help the lies, can you?”

He sighed and shook his head. “I went to see him around six, six-thirty Friday.”

“One lie after another,” sadness filled her heart as she glanced toward him. “I went to visit him around that time, and your father said you weren’t there. You hadn’t been there all day.”

“Dad told you that?”

“Yes, but that’s not the only thing he told me.” Bitterness fought with unwanted sadness. Three years had gone by but she still felt the pain of his father’s words. “He told me about your pending engagement to my cousin.”

“What?” He reached his hand toward her, dropping them hard to the table. “So that’s why you left? That’s why you told your mom and dad not to tell me where you’d gone?”

She wiped the single tear away and stood from the table. “What did you expect me to do, Luke? Stay around and watch my cousin win.” Anger caused her tears now. She didn’t erase them away this time. “Maybe you wanted me to become your mistress like all those women were for your father. It wasn’t going to happen. I had to leave. I had no choice.”

“Beth and I never married, Annie.”

“I know that. My mom told me.” And that wasn’t point, she wanted to say. He may have had the strength to not marry someone his father liked, but he still didn’t have the fortitude to go completely against his wishes. She shook her head and stepped away from him. “You’ve never allowed your father to browbeat you into doing anything you didn’t want to do.”

“Annie, I’ve never married anyone.”


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