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“You wanna lick it like a lollipop…”

I watched him gyrate his hips and thrust his ass out at the crowd, clearly loving the shrieks and screams he was getting in return. My face heated up just watching him. I knew those moves a little too well.

I looked at my fifteen-year-old niece beside me, and couldn’t help but smile at her expression. She was young, yes, but not so young that she didn’t know what he was doing, and the blush that was spreading over her cheeks was priceless.

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Hey all, I’ve got some exciting news to bring to my readers, and I hope you’ll all be as excited about it as I am! I had another Backstreet Boys experience this past weekend, not only seeing them in concert twice, but meeting them again as well (separate blog about that later, when I have more time and get the pictures back!), so needless to say, it was an amazing weekend. I’ve been struggling with a few nagging ideas that have been kind of percolating in the back of my mind since I first met them in August, and I’ve finally been able to do something with them. My new friend, Holly, who I met through the Backstreet Boys fan club, has been a huge help with this little project, so I’m hoping you’ll all like it as much as she does. I’ll warn everyone now, it’s going to have a slight NC-17 rating, which is different from what I’ve posted here before, but I’ve handled the sexual parts tastefully (I hope), so it shouldn’t be too bad.

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Apparently her meeting with Georgie went well the following morning, because Olivia showed up at my flat with take away and a huge grin on her face. I sighed as I let her in.

“Your book is going ahead as planned,” she burst out, setting the Chinese food on the coffee table. “Georgie is happy as a pig in shit right now, and we’d like to keep it that way, so nothing can interfere with this TV thing.”

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The next few days were spent putting out the professional fires my mother’s little announcement had ignited. Olivia was beside herself with anxiety over how this would affect the release of my new book, especially when Georgie started threatening to pull the book all together. To be honest, I couldn’t have cared less.

My focus was beyond skewed as I tried to reconcile my professional doom with my personal sense of peace and contentment. I knew I should be more worried about the fact that my career was essentially in the crapper, but Orlando was making it very hard to be anything but strangely giddy.

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I’m so excited right now, I had to blog about it! Through the Backstreet Boys fan club, I received the picture that was taken of me with the Backstreet Boys 2 weeks ago, when I met them in Sudbury, Ontario. Here’s the picture: Read the rest of this entry »

I just realized it’s been over a month since I’ve posted a new Scars chapter, so I thought I’d pop in and tell everyone what’s been going on with me. There’s really no reason for me not posting, other than the fact that I haven’t had time to really write pretty much all summer. There’ve been some really exciting things going on here, and that, added to my crazy work schedule, has slowed me down a bit. I’m hoping to get back on track soon, though, with a new chapter.

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I’ve had an e-mail from one of my fabulous readers asking me about something I’ve been struggling with myself since I started writing Scars, so I thought I’d share my thoughts on the subject with everyone so there are no surprises.

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He seemed to take his time, mulling over exactly what it was he wanted to say. I waited as patiently as I could, but it was difficult. A million questions raced through my mind, all of them things I’d want to know if I were him. On top of that, though, I had so many questions of my own to ask, so many things I wanted to know about him, now that we were communicating a bit better. But I knew my questions would have to wait. He’d earned the right to go first by not telling me I was a liar and a bitch and slamming down the phone.

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Olivia didn’t say anything until we were safely sequestered in my flat a short time later. She’d let me cry without interfering, without telling me I’d done the right thing, without a word, and I appreciated it. The truth was, I didn’t know what to say, and I think she sensed that.

But her silence didn’t last. She was fuming, and couldn’t keep it to herself any longer.

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“Well, that’s done,” ‘Liv said as we stopped at the side of the tent, out of view of most of the other guests. Orlando was nowhere to be seen. There were a few other people near us, all lighting up cigarettes, but they weren’t paying any attention.

“Olivia, I have something I need to tell you,” I hissed, trying to be as quiet as possible. I suspected that if Orlando heard my voice, he’d know who I was instantly. It’s kind of hard to forget the voice that told you off only the night before.

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