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Wednesday, June 7, 2017

#NewRelease #BookTour - Love's Bounty by Rebecca Airies #MFM #Menage #EroticRomance

Love's Bounty (MFM)

Heat Rating: SEXTREME

Word Count: 56,601

When Mitch and Dean Logan discover rival bounty hunters are after the same bounty they’re hunting, they expect trouble. But instead, they find their sister, Aileen, and Brigitte, the woman they’ve wanted for years. Now that they have the chance to be with Brigitte, they intend to discover if there’s more than attraction between them.
Brigitte wants to explore the heat between her and the two men, but they also have to catch the bounties the men are after and the woman she and Aileen are hunting. Working with the two men proves trying. She isn’t going to let a little trouble dissuade her, but she does have some doubts.
Mitch and Dean aren’t giving Brigitte up. As they search for the criminals, they try to build trust and their relationship. She belongs with them—she’s their woman, and they’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.

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STORY EXCERPT

Kos and Rite stepped into the ship. Mitch followed them. He watched their every move. They kept their hands at their sides. Dean took them to the rec room. He pointed to the table and the two chairs around it. They had extra seating, but didn’t think they’d need it. This meeting shouldn’t take long.

“Now, tell us how you knew our location and what you’re after. Don’t expect us to believe you’re here to help. You work for another company. They wouldn’t approve.” Dean leaned against the wall and folded his arms across his chest.

“We are here to help. The company we work for has nothing to do with it. We’re hunting a bounty for them. That’s all they care about. We found someone to hunt here because Grant asked us to be here to back you up.” Kos stopped near the table but didn’t take a seat.

Mitch couldn’t be happier that his mask hid his face. His mouth hung open. How the hell did they know his father’s name?

“‘Grant’ is supposed to mean something to us?” Dean’s voice sounded calm and void of any recognition of the name.

“You know your father’s name. You are also aware he’s the man who co-owns the company you work for.” Rite shook his head. “Don’t be such a suspicious ass. We may have enjoyed giving you a little trouble in the past, but this is something else entirely. We found you because he’s worried about you. Nothing more.”

“And why would you care if he’s worried?” Mitch voiced the question that kept popping into his head. His father had never spoken of Kos and Rite. How did they know him?

“Because he’s one of the few men I respect. Give me a moment. When you see who we are, it will explain everything.” Kos reached up to the fastenings that secured his mask.

That didn’t look like it could be ripped off. If he thought it necessary to secure it against being taken off by others, Kos would key the fastenings to his DNA or biorhythms. Mitch used a similar method on his mask.

From what Kos said, they knew these people by sight. Who could it be? Mitch couldn’t think of one person who had the build and short stature to be either of those two.

The person didn’t take off the mask like he expected them to. Kos grabbed the mask and pulled out and then up. A full head mask came with it. He hadn’t realized. With the mask on, it looked like the person had blond hair, but as it came off, the disguise became apparent. He frowned. The mask hid more than he’d thought. The stocking-like bottom finally cleared the head. A braid fell out first. The long black hair stymied him, but it could be why the person wore a hood. Some people would use long hair as a means of control on them.

The hood finally pulled free, revealing pale creamy skin. His gaze traced over soft curves of a delightfully rounded face. Recognition slammed through him.

“Brigitte!” Mitch took a step forward. He hadn’t expected to see her. Hell, he hadn’t known she’d started bounty hunting.

She had the training. Everyone in both of their families trained for the business, but she’d walked away from the Astral Hunters years ago. He looked at the person standing beside Brigitte. Since Brigitte stood there, the person beside her had to be Aileen. Most of the time, those two jumped into trouble together.

“Now, you know why your father thought we’d be interested in watching your back.” Brigitte put her mask down on the table.

“Is that Aileen?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Aileen removed her mask. “I knew if Dad worried, he had a reason.”

Mitch shrugged. He didn’t know what worried his father. They’d handled multiple captures before, but his father’s doubt in their abilities didn’t hold his attention at the moment. Brigitte had all of it with her mere presence.

“Yeah, seems he doesn’t think you two are working so well together lately. Plus, there are a couple of your marks he’s afraid are going to team up together. He wants you to have someone watching your back.” Brigitte caught Aileen’s mask as it sailed through the air.

He hesitated. He’d said a lot of hurtful things to her. Well, both he and Dean had. They’d been stunned and off-balance. They shouldn’t have believed her brother, Carter’s, accusation. He wished they could avoid the more awkward part, but they did need to apologize for giving her such a bad time.

“You said you had a bounty to hunt and you wouldn’t be stealing from us. Who are you after?” Mitch asked. Nothing like avoiding the issue, but he didn’t want to see the smile wiped away from Brigitte’s curved lips.

“Our mark isn’t your style. You go for the violent criminals. We knew the white-collar criminal we’re after wouldn’t be on your list. Part of why we picked her.” Brigitte shrugged.

“And the other part?” Dean asked.

“The fucking huge bounty.” Aileen grinned. “If we can get her, we’ll have a nice chunk to play with even after the company gets its piece.”

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Rebecca Airies writes paranormal, fantasy and sci-fi/futuristic romance. She loves reading, writing, crafting, a good cup of tea, chocolate and snuggly kitties. She's been writing stories since she was in her teens, at first trying to get over that elusive hump and finish a story. You can usually find her working on multiple WIP at a time and she likes nothing more than losing herself in those worlds and characters.

You can find me online at www.rebeccaairies.net

Tour Schedule

5/25

Sensuous Promos

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5/28

Nic’s Book Nook

http://NicsBookNook.blogspot.com

5/29

Nicki Day

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5/31

Colleen S. Myers

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6/2

Get Cozy

http://get-cozy.blogspot.com

6/3

The Book Pub

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6/5

Darkest Cravings

http://darkestcravings.blogspot.com

6/7

Nicole Morgan

http://nicolemorganauthor.blogspot.com

6/9

All My Book Finds

http://shannaclemens.blogspot.com

Saturday, February 18, 2017

The Baby Maker by Margaret Tanner - Get your #Romance today! #HEA #LoveStories

His name and his money are the only things war hero, Tye Jamieson, can offer Jenny McKenzie and their unborn child.

Tye is an expert at making babies, but not of the human variety. His babies are sophisticated fighter planes. Now that he has made a real baby, he is desperate to protect it if his secret mission into war-torn Iraq goes bad.

When tragedy strikes, will Jenny be able to forgive him for the way he has deceived her?

EXCERPTS:

EXCERPT 1 – PG 13

Tye Jamieson stared down at the detective novel he was holding. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea asking to share a hospital ward with another patient. He didn’t want to get involved with other people’s problems, he had too many of his own.

Mack seemed a nice old guy, a thorough gentleman, that dying breed of modest hero and God-fearing family man. Salt of the Earth, his Granny O’Leary would have said.

If only he wouldn’t keep harping about his beautiful granddaughter.

“I brought her up with old fashion values,” Mack kept saying.

Tye knew such a paragon didn’t exist. Twenty-one years old, hardly went out with men. Yeah, probably a frigid mouse of a woman. Not that I care what she looks like. He always selected his female companions with care now. Glamorous beauties, willing to indulge in commitment free sex for a diamond or two. Not the twinkling gems you put on the ring finger of a woman’s left hand. He had been down that road before and it had cost him emotion as well as cash.

I’m a cynical bastard. An emotional cripple. I’ll never put myself through such trauma again. It would destroy him. No, better to stick with his silicone enhanced babes, and leave permanent relationships and happy families to other men.

“Hello, Grandpa.”

The soft, melodious tones intruded on his brooding. He glanced up, and a bolt of electricity shot through him.

So, this was Mack’s granddaughter. A halo of tousled golden curls framed a heart-shaped face. Gray eyes, shadowed with worry, stood stark against her alabaster skin. Small and dainty, she looked about sixteen, and wore an air of such fragility he wanted to protect her.

He opened his book and scanned the opening sentence. Delicate porcelain figurines were not for him, and he should never forget it.

Author Bio

Margaret Tanner is an award winning, multi-published Australian author, who writes Contemporary Romance, Historical Romance and Western Romance. She loves delving into the pages of history as she carries out research for her historical romance novels. No book is too old or tattered for her to trawl through, no museum too dusty. Many of her novels have been inspired by true events, with one being written around the hardships and triumphs of her pioneering ancestors in frontier Australia. She once spent a couple of hours in an old goal cell so she could feel the chilling cold and fear.

Her favorite historical period is the 1^st World War, and she has visited the battlefields in France and Belgium, a truly poignant experience.

With the encouragement of friend and Western Romance author, Susan Horsnell, she has fallen in love with writing Western Historical Romance. Frontier Australia and frontier America, have many similarities, isolated communities, a large single male population and a lack of eligible women.

Margaret has a short story published in the Western Romance Anthology, Rawhide ‘N Roses which was a 2015 Rone Finalist.

Margaret was also thrilled and excited to be invited to contribute a novella in the ground breaking series American Mail Order Brides. 50 brides from 50 different States in America, from 45 different authors. Her contribution is Edwina – Bride of Connecticut, Book No. 5 in the series.

Margaret is married and has three grown up sons, and a gorgeous little granddaughter.

Outside of her family and friends, writing is her passion.

Author Links

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Tour Schedule

2/15

Sensuous Promos

http://sensouspromos.blogspot.com

2/15

Nic’s Book Nook

http://NicsBookNook.blogspot.com

2/16

Nicki Day

http://nickiday.blogspot.com

2/16

Colleen S. Myers

http://csmyersmusings.com

2/17

Get Cozy

http://get-cozy.blogspot.com

2/17

The Book Pub

http://thebookpub.blogspot.com

2/17

Darkest Cravings

http://darkestcravings.blogspot.com

2/18

Nicole Morgan

http://nicolemorganauthor.blogspot.com

2/18

All My Book Finds

http://shannaclemens.blogspot.com

2/19

Taylor Brooks

http://authortaylorbrooks.blogspot.com

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Masters to the Rescue (Prometheus in Chains 13) by ClairdLuneBooks #BDSM #Erotic

Thank you for hosting me for my latest book, Masters to the Rescue. This book releases on November 19^th with Siren Publishing. If your readers would like to they can post questions to me on Twitter using the hashtag ClairdeLune #clairdlunebooks and I will answer them as I see them.

Masters to the Rescue

When the cat's away the mouse will play. But when the cat is a Dom, the mouse better have an excellent reason for her deception.

Master Angus is absent on business, but he knows his sub, Jane is hiding something from him. He comes home early to discover what it is and he finds himself faced with a problem. He finds a unique and satisfying solution with the help of his friends in Prometheus in Chains.

Jane Scott thinks it's better to keep her secret than to worry and her Master while he's away. She's bent on helping her friend Jaimie Wright to sort his life out forgets the price to be paid by an errant sub.

**BDSM with spanking, Kinbaku and fire-play

BOOK COVER… in a separate attachment

Background to the story

Prometheus in Chains no 13 and the latest episode in the lives of Master Angus and his Jane

STORY EXCERPT:

They arrived at Prometheus in Chains in a very happy mood, after a delicious Italian meal. Angus and Eric parked side by side, and they followed their subs into the club. Jane and Emma went into the ladies' locker room to get dressed, and the two Doms entered the main room. Angus looked around and breathed in deeply. He loved the sights, sounds, and smells of the place. Prometheus had the furniture polished with lavender wax because it reminded him of his mother’s house. Angus loved the smell, because it brought back happy memories of his childhood, too. He loved the slap of paddles on flesh, the screams or moans of the subs, and the smells of wood, leather, and sex. The subs were all in bright-coloured corsets tonight, like a flock of birds of paradise. Llewellyn had his latest class gathered around the raised area, where a demonstration of Kinbaku was taking place. They were all looking on in fascination as the Rope Master bound his sub with a dark-green rope that contrasted very well with his lightly tanned skin. Knowing Llewellyn as he did, that wouldn’t be the end of it. They’d have a clip board soon and would be interviewing the Dom and the sub. Angus smiled. The next generation of Doms and subs were in the best possible hands. One of the subs, seen from the back, looked familiar to him, but he couldn’t place him, maybe when he turned around, he’d recognise him. He was standing next to Niall, whom Angus did recognise. Just then Jane and Emma arrived.

“Goodness, what’s Jaimie doing here,” Jane asked.

“I knew he was familiar, but I couldn’t place him. You can catch him in the subs’ area and find out,” Angus suggested. Then he and Eric escorted their subs to the bar, where Prometheus and Jenny joined them.

“Jane, what a wonderful idea you had. Melanie is setting up the crèche and training some of the younger subs to help. The equipment will be stored in that old office, but the crèche will be in here on the day of the subs’ tea. She suggested that both mothers and babies would be happier if they could see and hear each other to start with. After that we shall see how it goes. It will be wonderful to chat with everyone and not have to keep haring after young Thomas. Melanie will partition off a corner of the room and everyone who has children has contributed some equipment. Let’s hope it’s a success.

“Eric, I need a word, can you come too, Angus?” Prometheus asked. The three Doms set off for Prometheus’s office.

* * * *

Emma and Jenny looked at Jane.

“Isn’t that just typical? We have a night out, and they need to talk business. Let’s go and sit in the subs’ area. There are some new members, and we can find out all about them,” Jenny said.

“Little Miss Snoopy-Pants,” Jane said and giggled, and then she linked arms with them. “Yes, do let’s go find out.”

Emma helped Jane down the steps to the sunken area where the subs gathered when not doing a scene. Llewellyn’s new subs were there, Jaimie amongst them. He stood up and hugged Jane.

“Jaimie, how lovely to see you! How are you? What on earth are you doing here?”

“Hello, Jane. I’m here because of Niall. We’re an item. He’s such a gorgeous hunk.”

“Hang on a bit. Slow down and do tell all," Jane said.

“Well, after your nice meal, I went back to see the flat. He helped me with my stuff and we arranged it together. We had a carryout in front of the TV, and talked for hours. We have so much in common. Over the next couple of weeks we er…got close and…”

“It’s okay, Jaimie," Emma said in encouragement. "Nothing can make us blush. Do tell all."

“Okay. Well he’s drop-dead-gorgeous, and one thing led to another, and before I knew what was happening I was tied to the bedhead. I have to say it was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had, but I expect you all know about that.”

“Yes, we do,” Jenny said. “Doms will be Doms, after all.”

“Well, after that, I did a lot of research and I liked what I read,” Jaimie said.

“All of it?” Jane asked, astonished.

“No, not the most violent things.” Jaimie shuddered. “I discussed it with Niall, and he’s of the same opinion. He suggested that I come along with him as his sub to Master Llewellyn’s class to see how I got on. He’s learning to be a Dom, and I’m learning to be a sub.”

“Well that all sounds wonderful. I’m glad you’re happy. It's about time you had some good luck. I need to ask you a favour. I’m not sure that this is the right place, but here goes.

© Clair de Lune, Siren Publishing, 2015

ADULT EXCERPT

Now let’s eat our sandwiches and drink our tea, then we are going home.” He handed her the plate, and she took a ham and tomato sandwich and bit into it. He took another, and soon they’d worked their way through the whole pile.” Angus sat back and sighed.

“That’s better. I always forget just how good the food is here.”

“Let me get you some cake or a scone from the subs’ tea,” Jane suggested.

“No. I’ve eaten enough. Now I intend to satisfy my other and more pressing need,” he said, and he stroked his throbbing cock, which was pressing against the zipper of his trousers in a painful manner.

“But, the Doms’ meeting and the subs’ tea…”

“Sod the subs and their tea. This zipper is going to do permanent damage to my cock if I don’t get out of these infernal trousers. Besides I want you at home and naked. I haven’t been inside you for almost a week and those 'phone sessions left me frustrated and horny as hell. Hurry up and drink your tea. I can’t wait for you to get your things and get into your car. You, mo run, are going home.”

Jane stood, her tea forgotten as she hurried as best she could to collect her things and go to her car. Angus got into his and followed her out of the carpark. Once at home he abandoned his suitcase and briefcase in the car and followed her into the house. He closed the door and took her in his arms. His mouth descended on hers, and he was lost in the heat and flames of a desire so strong that it made him tremble. This was going to be hard and fast, and to judge by the way she was squirming and wriggling against him, she wanted it that way too.

He lifted her against the wall and freed his cock. He was swollen and painful, but she was going to relieve that pain. She moaned as he stroked her tongue with his. Then he sucked, and she tightened her arms about him. She wore a short skirt and no knickers, as always. He slipped his dick into her pussy. She was wet and slick and so very hot. She grasped his cock and arched her back as he slammed into her. From this angle every stroke rubbed along the ridge that was her G-spot, and the mewling, moaning sounds she made were music to his ears. God how I’ve missed her. He tightened his hold on her. He wasn’t going to last long. He reached between them with one hand and found her clit. She kissed him with increasing passion as one of his long fingers rubbed in circles over her swollen bud. He felt its hardness and knew she was almost there. He increased the pressure as he thrust into her deeply satisfying, welcoming heat.

God, how I’ve missed her. He wouldn’t be leaving her behind ever again. His hips took on a life of their own as he felt his climax gathering. He pressed and pinched her clit, and she jerked uncontrollably in his arms. Her muscles clenched around his dick, their vice-like grip pushing him over the edge as, with a low moan of satisfaction, he came deep inside her. His legs trembled, and he staggered into the lounge with Jane in his arms.

He lowered her onto the sofa and followed her down, his cock still inside her. He knew she loved to feel his weight on top of her, so he stayed there holding her until his softening dick slid out of her and his legs regained their strength, and then he stood, pulled her to her feet, and kissed her deeply.

“I’ve missed you so much, my sweetheart,” he murmured against her hair. Her perfume intoxicated him. The smell of her arousal and his release mingled in a heady scent, and he inhaled deeply. She was his. He’d been foolish beyond belief to have doubted her, but she was his world. She was in his heart, his soul, and every waking moment she was in his thoughts. He should have realized. He should have trusted her. But she should have told him. He wanted full communication. That way there were no misunderstandings or doubts. He’d get them both cleaned up and 'phone Xander at once. His Jane was limping and in pain, and he would sort it out. Then she’d have her arse warmed for making him worried and not telling him right away.

© Clair de Lune, Siren Publishing, 2015

Author bio:

I live in Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in South Yorkshire. I spent many happy years teaching, and when I retired I became bored with just the domestic routine.

My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own, and I wrote Initiation, book one in the Prometheus in Chains series. Since then writing has become an important part of my life. It’s been like a roller-coaster ride, and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren, I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I joined Facebook, something I never dreamed I’d do, but I have made many good friends on there, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.

I would love to hear from you and I always answer e-mails or contacts on Facebook.

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Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Xanthe’s Choice (Grey River 6) Book Tour by @MaiaDylanAuthor #Menage #PNR

Sometimes, the easiest choices are the hardest to live with

Dane Smith and Hunter Reed are lion shifters, who have been battling the fact that they have a mating bond between them that shouldn't exist. Meeting Xanthe White and recognizing her as theirs now makes it impossible for them to ignore it any longer. At first she thinks that it's just Dane and Hunter who are fated, but it soon becomes apparent that all three are destined for each other.

Despite her past, Xanthe has made a home in Grey River. Under the impression that they were helping her to reunite with her sister, Dane and Hunter place Xanthe right in the path of the very danger she was hiding from. Just as the three of them are finally on the same page, someone from Xanthe’s childhood poses a threat.

Dane and Hunter know they must keep her safe, but by the time they are able to pinpoint where the danger is coming from, it just might be too late.

Dane stepped back as her bra came away and she stood before them naked from the waist up. “Holy God!” Dane growled as his gaze ran down her body and then he dropped to his knees in front of her. “You are a fucking goddess who deserves to be worshipped.”

“That she is, Dane,” Hunter’s deep voice came from her left and when she turned to look at him, she couldn’t stop her groan of need. Hunter had released the buttons on his jeans so that his cock was free and he was slowly running his hand from root to tip with strong pulls that had her creaming. Jesus, he was huge.

“You want a hand with big boy, Hunter?” Dane’s lust-filled voice filled the room and Hunter groan-laughed.

“You’ll be getting this in all its glory soon, D, but for now, I would really love to see you make our baby come.”

Xanthe had to bite back her approval of that idea and stood motionless as Dane spun back to her with a wicked grin filled with promise.

“Now that, I can absolutely do.” Dane reached out and undid the buttons on her jeans and Xanthe’s tummy muscles quivered at the feel of his fingers on her bare skin. Before she lost complete control of her mind, Xanthe kicked off her shoes as he placed his hands at her hips and, using his thumbs, dragged her jeans and panties down in swoop, helping her to step out of them then he tossed them away.

Xanthe felt like she was in danger of swallowing her tongue when she saw Dane’s eyes close and he leaned in to press his nose as close to her pussy as possible without actually touching it, and inhaling deeply. “Jesus Christ,” Hunter rasped and Xanthe’s gaze flew to him. He was no longer sliding his hand up and down his shaft, but had one hand wrapped tightly around the base and he was tugging on his balls. “That is the hottest damn thing I have ever seen! The fucking sight of your pussy all bare and naked like it is and Dane kneeling at your feet …” Hunter closed his eyes with a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes they were amber and Xanthe knew he was feeling more than just a little feral. “Do it, Dane, taste her.”

The Dane swooped in, nudging her feet wide so he could devour her pussy, and it felt like he sucked all of her into his mouth and laved her with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck me!” Xanthe couldn’t help but scream as she grabbed Dane by the hair and went up on tip toe to give him more room. She felt her pussy flood as her an orgasm the likes of which she had never anticipated began to build within her. Dane’s tongue never stopped and he rhythmically sucked on her, driving her up fast.

Within moments Xanthe felt her legs start to shake, and she was sobbing inarticulately.

“Look at me, Xanthe,” Hunter called from the chair. Her eyes flew to his, and she saw that he was gripping the arms of the chair so hard his knuckles were white and his turgid cock lay against his now-naked abdomen. Somewhere along the line he had stripped off his shirt. “Dane will be the first of us to make you come. He is taking every fucking drop of your cream, and I can feel how much he loves the taste of you down our bond. But you will look at me and let me share it with you. Hold it, Xanthe.”

Xanthe sobbed as she clamped down on the orgasm that had just been about to crest over her, somehow defying the needs of her own body to do as Hunter demanded.

“Please!” she screamed as her entire body shook with the need to release, and she watched as satisfaction filled Hunter’s gaze.

“Come, Xanthe.”

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Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand. She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father.

Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books. Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library. She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.

In January of this year, Maia submitted her first ever manuscript to Siren Publishing. She wasn’t at all confident that it would be accepted and in fact she was expecting a nicely worded email with a resounding no! Much to her surprise less than two weeks later she had an acceptance and a signed contract in hand. Since then she hasn’t looked back and currently has three books in her Grey River series set for publication.

Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook! Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow. She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.

Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can. As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!