Dominated by Desire by Barbara Bradley

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Hi everyone. Today I have special guest Barbara Bradley here, talking about her release, Dominated by Desire:

I sit at my computer every day and write as fast as my little hunt and peck method will allow when it comes to the series I’m working on but when I’m asked to blog all the sudden I can’t think of what to write. When I ask what I should write about I’m always told I can talk about almost anything I want.

Should I talk about how crazy other drivers make me? I do a lot of driving in my day job and watch the antics of other drivers almost every day. It sure would make me feel better to rant about them because they seem to be so oblivious to their surroundings but then I chastise myself. That isn’t about writing and I’m a writer for crying out loud. I should share the wealth so to speak. So I continue to search for a subject. hmmmm

What have I learned as a writer and what are readers looking for? Now there is a question.

When I write I write to escape because when I read I read to escape. I think most of us do. A book with a good plot, one that keeps me on the edge of my seat is something I always search for. I love heroes and heroines who are human and can laugh at themselves.

Now what about those wonderfully deep and dark stories? I’ve read some great ones that make me cry but when I’m writing I find I can’t write that dark. Believe me I have tried. My writing muse, though, wants to have fun with the work in progress and she is very hard to control.

So this is what I have learned. If you want one of those deep angsty type of books you won’t find it with me. My heroes aren’t dark or have a past that haunts them. There’s humor in my everyday life. I can’t walk away from it. I’m a goofy person – just ask anyone who has met me – and I learned to live with that a long time ago. I will find the only hole in the ground and will fall into it or trip over it. Ooh, and I can kill screen doors. Ask my sister. She’ll tell you all about it.

My husband is goofy too. Do you know when we were dating he tried to impress me by telling me how he broke the quarter mile running record at his middle school by stepping on his finger before the race started? Really? That was supposed to impress me? But that is what makes him perfect for me. And he’s done a lot of other silly things throughout our marriage to keep me laughing.

They say write what you know and I know goofy. Even when I try to write a serious scene I find the humor in my life keeps creeping into my stories. When I first started writing I had a wonderful critique group and they were working on a scene I was very proud of. One of the ladies started to laugh. I had to ask what was so funny. It was supposed to be a serious scene. They informed me it was the way I had my heroine reacting to what was happening around her that had them chuckling. What I had done was put myself in my heroine’s shoes and thought about how I would react to the same situation. I put my goofy self in my character’s head and the scene came out funny. That was when I learned I had a knack for comedy. It shows up in my writing naturally. I’ve also learned that having a natural humor in your writing is something rare.

So why fight it?

I had an opportunity to write a short story for a house and I decided to try an experiment to see if I could write a comical story on purpose. So I came up with a klutzy woman and a man who couldn’t walk on land very well. He was a merman so having feet was new to him. My biggest fear was how it would come across – would she just look stupid? Would he not be a strong enough hero? The response to the story was astounding. My readers told me they loved my characters. They were real and lovable. The reviews on the story were wonderful. I was tickled to learn that I can right humor on purpose. I found something that works for me and I’m going to stick with it. If you’re curious it’s called A Fish Out of Water and is in my Love is … anthology through Melange books. There are several of my cute little stories in that set of works.

Do I right funny books all the time? Nope. At least not on purpose. I like books with strong plots and have a tendency to write that type of book but the humor is always in them. That’s something I can’t help. My love of science fiction and fantasy has me writing in that vein. So I have them doing comical things on other planets.

So if you want to have a little escapism and a laugh or two I’m your girl. Light hearted, fun stories is my style and that makes me happy.

Writing for Barbara Donlon Bradley  started innocently enough, like most she kept diaries, journals, and wrote an occasional letter but she also had a vivid imagination and wrote scenes and short stories adding characters to her favorite shows and comic books. As time went on she found the passion for writing to be a strong drive for her. Humor is also very strong in her life. No matter how hard she tries to write something deep and dark, it will never happen. That humor bleeds into her writing. Since she can’t beat it she has learned to use it to her advantage. Now she lives in Tidewater Virginia with two cats, one mother in law – she’s 84 now, her husband and teenage son.

Newest release!

Dominated By Desire

Publisher – Phaze

Tentative Release date 10/25/11


Heather can’t believe she is the only person on Earth that can protect Storm, the ambassador from Vespia. It has something to do with some pheromone the Vespian male exudes. Although everyone tells her she is immune she doesn’t agree. There is something about the man that makes her desire skyrocket whenever she is around him.

Storm finds the Heather fascinating, bright violet eyes that hold a world of emotions in them. He finds himself drawn to her, wanting her with a depth he never experienced before. When she becomes the focal point of several kidnapping attempts he realizes she’s going to need his protection, the perfect excuse to get to know her better.



Chapter 1

Heather stood next to her commander, going over everything she had learned about the Vespian society so far. He wanted to be sure she was ready for her next assignment. She found the idea of guarding the ambassador a bit boring but she’d done it before and it shouldn’t be a long one. The man was only to be on Earth for a short period of time.

Her first glimpse of the Vespian ambassador caught her off guard. She wasn’t sure what she expected but it wasn’t seeing him coming in like some sort of rockstar. Shirt missing, exposing tight, well worked abs, along with well muscled shoulders and arms. He was the stuff of most women’s wet dreams and he dressed the part.

“That is the ambassador?” she couldn’t keep the shock out of her voice. His jet black hair had a bit of a blue shine to it and he kept running his fingers through it like he wanted to draw attention to it.

“I know it isn’t what you expect but he is doing this for charity.” He commander’s voice was laced with a touch of laughter. “From what I hear he was talked into this. They wanted him to be one of the dates for this auction but he refused.”

All she could do was stare. The women surrounding him were practically throwing themselves at him. Reaching to touch whatever they could. Giggles and groans filled the air as hands made contact with his muscled arms and legs.

How was she going to work with him now that she had seen this? She wasn’t sure if she could work with him with this flashing in her mind all the time.

Those women who were able to touch him tried to pull him toward them but luckily he had anchored himself well plus had plenty of protection to keep them at bay. She was sure he reveled in the attention. He had a smile that could melt a polar ice cap.

“If it’s all right with you, sir, I’ll wait for this to end elsewhere.” She didn’t really want to see anymore. If she was to treat him with any kind of professionalism it would be smart for her to find another place to wait inside the embassy.

“That’s fine. This shouldn’t take very long.”

Heather turned around and climbed the steps to the large double doors. Her title of ice princess fit her well at this moment. Where most women would enjoy watching this display but it just made her uncomfortable.

Not being able to stop herself she turned one last time to watch the spectacle and found him staring right at her. Everything disappeared during that moment. Nothing else existed but the two of them connecting through the throng of the crowd. The moment she realized she was starting to attract attention she broke eye contact and walked into the building.

What had just happened?

Her heart beat hard in her chest. No one ever affected her. That was one of the reasons she was brought in. Where all the other women had ended up sleeping with the man she’d be immune.

She needed something to calm herself down.

Meditation normally worked for her but she needed someplace quite and empty. As she looked she found just about every room occupied. She nodded and smiled as she entered and then left different rooms.

It took a few minutes but she did find a quiet corridor. All she needed was a small alcove and a few minutes. She heard footsteps and sighed. Not this time. She turned back to find herself face to face with the ambassador.

Being this close to him set her body on fire. His gaze trapped her. Heating her from the inside out. Training kept her from crumbling at his feet.

“Sorry, mistress, but this is the ambassador’s wing. No one is allowed down it but him and his most trusted guards.”

She found herself drowning in his eyes. They were a golden tone with a deep amber ring around the edge. She had never seen anything like it.

Tearing her gaze from his, she blinked a couple times before she could focus on the man who spoke to her. “I am sorry. Guess I got a little lost.”

“Of course.” The man bowed to her. “One of these men will take you to your room.”

“Thank you.” She steadied herself and followed the man down the hall. It took every ounce of will power to not turn around to look at him again.


“And who is that?” Storm found the petite woman intriguing. She had such expressive eyes.

“She has been assigned to help you with the treaty.”

“Really?” He looked over his shoulder to watch her turn the corner. “I thought this race decided I was too difficult to work with. Their women can’t fight the pheromones I exude and the men all want to kill me. Didn’t they say there was no one able to do this?”

“Yes sir, but she’s been tested against your pheromones and fared better than anyone else. Plus she has security training to protect you and their humans. You know these humans have wanted one of their own with you from the beginning. It was a compromise that the elders approved.”

“That little thing is going to protect me?” If the elders approved he wouldn’t fight it but he couldn’t see it. Besides, it would be interesting to see if she could do her job as well as they say.

“She comes highly recommended. One of the planet’s best.”

“We shall see.”


Heather dressed for the formal meal. She checked her uniform in the mirror to make sure everything was in place. This assignment would isolate her from everyone she knew. Normally she would welcome it, but she feared she wouldn’t fare any better than those who had tried before her. The one thing she had been able to do before this meal was meditate. It had helped. She had been able to center herself and regain composure. She should be able to face the ambassador with poise now.

One more adjustment and she headed to the main hall where the meal would take place. She entered the doors and took in her surroundings.

The dining hall bustled with waiters and servers greeting people and taking them to their proper seats. Taking a few calming breaths, she stepped into the room and waited her turn. It didn’t take too long before she sat next to her commander.

“You sure I’m right for the job?” After her reaction to the ambassador earlier she didn’t feel as confident as they had seemed.

“Yes. You passed all the tests, and you are the best in security. He emits some sort of natural pheromone that makes people either throw themselves at him or passionately hate him. You showed you were immune to it so that makes you the perfect candidate.”

She sure didn’t feel like she was immune.

The room quieted as they prepared to introduce the ambassador to the crowd. Women sighed and tried to leave their seats to get closer to him. Men either had a big dopey grin or looked like they could kill him.

“This is what I need to protect him from? Just keep him locked up.” She kept her voice soft as she leaned toward her boss.

“That’s why you’re perfect for this.” His voice just as soft. “You see the big picture. You know we can’t lock him up but understand he needs to be kept from other people. It’s just too dangerous to have him wander around.”

“Yes, sir.” She felt the ambassador’s gaze on her. And as much as she wanted to melt at his feet like the rest of the women she was better than that. Using all her training she schooled her features and looked back. She had a job to do and nothing would deter her.

He gave her a smile that melted any resolve she had. There was no way she would be able to do this job. Time to get out before she got into trouble. “Sir, I’m not sure about this.”

“I understand. He’s got a personality that pushes the best of us.”

“You don’t seem to be affected.”

“I’m under sedation.” He showed her a small patch resting on his wrist under his jacket. “Everyone at this table is, except for you. You are our only hope if we want to be allies with this planet.”

If she felt something from being in the same room with him and she wasn’t being sedated just how bad was it for everyone else? She watched as the ambassador took his seat. A loud gong sounded and the waiters started to deliver their food. The appetizers arrived first.”I don’t see how I am the only person for the job. There has to be someone else.”

“Lieutenant, you can argue with me all you want. I didn’t make this decision. You’ve been assigned. End of discussion.”

“Sorry, sir.” She took a couple bites. “It’s just I’m not sure I’m as immune as everyone thinks.”

“You’ll be fine.” He picked up the glass in front of him and downed it. Heather noticed the sheen of sweat on his brow. Even medicated he was having problems. “You’re feeling the affect of the pheromone. Nothing like everyone else in this room, but we knew you’d feel it a little. And every Vespian has it. It’s part of the race. That’s why we can’t go there and they picked one of their men they felt wouldn’t cause a war. His pheromones don’t have the strength that other visitors from their planet have had.”

“Why do we want them as allies?” She knew the answer but the mineral they have to offer seemed insignificant in the face of the problems they had to deal with just gaining them as allies.

“You know that mineral would allow us to end hunger here. They have more than they need and are willing to give it to us, but we have to prove ourselves.”

The appetizer was replaced with a salad.

“And I’m the one to do that? Are you sure they went through my record? I haven’t been the model soldier.”

“I know that, but you were the one chosen so you do your duty and help the planet.” He speared a piece of lettuce with his fork.

Dinner went by pretty quickly. She did notice the air circulation was working overtime. Keeping the room clean so emotions were kept at a decent level.

She was grateful she could speak to her commander so candidly. It allowed her to voice her concerns without making a fool of herself. So now she had to protect the man as well as figure out what the planet had to do to prove themselves. She should have read the fine print before she accepted this assignment.

Once the meal was done they were led to another room for dancing and mingling.

“It’s time for me to leave. You’ve already seen your room, right? Is there anything you need from me before I go?”

“Take me with you?” She half joked. “I’m not sure who my main contact is here. Normally we would have a meeting so I would know who I am to deal with. Why haven’t we done that?”

“Another concession. You will meet the people you will deal with tonight. So have fun but stay sharp. Alcohol probably intensifies the problem.” He took his coat from one of the servants and headed toward the door.

She turned to the ball room, scanning the area for anything out of the ordinary. As she started to do a second sweep she found her view blocked by a broad pair of shoulders.

“Care to dance?”

What a wonderfully deep voice. She looked up to find the ambassador standing in front of her. Much taller than the average human, he towered above her.

How did he do that? He was across the room only seconds ago. She did her best to ignore him. “I should be watching the crowd, ambassador.”

“True, but dancing will allow you to study the whole group without looking like you’re doing some sort of study.” He stood beside and started to look around with her.

She knew her job better than that and knew she wasn’t looking obvious until he joined her. “No one noticed me until you came over here.”

He smiled at her slight rebuff. Offering her his hand, he didn’t give her a chance to say no again. Heather placed her hand in his, hoping this wouldn’t be a mistake on her part.

His heat penetrated and warmed her blood. If she was immune she felt for the women who weren’t. Every time he looked at her or touched her she felt it to her toes. Her body hummed at his close proximity. How was she going to do her job?

She needed to clear her mind. One calming breath and she turned her focus from the man who held her in his arms to their surroundings and the people who seemed hyper-focused on him.

One woman caught her attention. She kept lifting her head to see him. She was able to slip from her partner and was headed right for them.

“Um, we need to move. Let me lead.” She took control of their steps, maneuvering them out of the way. It didn’t take long before the woman was gathered and pulled out of danger.

“You have sharp eyes.”

“Thanks.” She saw a flash of silver. “Duck.”

He dipped her deep. Pressing their bodies together. She could feel the hardness of his thighs against hers. The angle he held her at allowed her to feel his member at her apex. It sent sparks of desire through her. Something she didn’t expect.

She watched a small dagger fly close but over their bodies. He reached his hand up and stopped the blade in midflight. With a slight flourish he tucked it into her jacket pocket.

His employees went to work subduing the man who threw it and led him out of the room like it was all in a day’s work. Her partner seemed to enjoy their intimacy because he hadn’t straightened yet.

“Do you mind?” She tried to act indignant, but it was taking all her energy to keep her wits about her.

He straightened, taking her with him. “Just wanted to be sure the danger had passed.”

She doubted that but remained silent. Her body screamed when it wasn’t near his. Instinct was to snuggle up to him, to feel his warmth once again. It took all her willpower to keep her feet moving.

She could do this. All she had to do was focus and not on him. She picked a safe location to bring her calm back to center. A couple of deep breaths and she felt in control once again.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine, ambassador.” She looked up at him, working hard on keeping her emotions under control.

“Don’t call me that.” A frown creased his handsome face as he moved her with the music.

“What?” Those damn eyes got the best of her. So clear and sharp, she wanted to stare into them for hours.


“Sorry, but we never had meeting remember?” She didn’t mean to sound snippy but she couldn’t keep it out of her voice. “No one happened to mention your name in passing.”

“Ah, well that makes sense. My name is too hard for most humans to pronounce.”

Then why was he giving her such a hard time?

“But I have picked a humanoid name, one that I believe fits me.” He smiled at her. “Call me Storm.”

“Yes, sir.”

“No sir, either, not from you.”

“Okay, Storm.” She wasn’t sure what to think. Why would he care what she called him? They barely knew each other. “Can we take a break? I’m starting to get evil looks from the women fawning all over you.”

“Of course.” He kept a hold of her hand, leading her to where his people stood. “This is Heather.”

They nodded. He didn’t need to say any more. They knew who she was. She had been hired to keep the man safe yet she didn’t know anyone in his entourage. How was she supposed to do her job without the proper information?

“You going to introduce me to everyone? Or I am supposed to guess as I work with each of them?” Somehow she had lost control of the situation.

“Watching you guess might be fun.” He grinned as he wrapped an arm around her to make the proper introductions. Not one name could she repeat.

Why did he feel a need to touch her when it seemed that the women nearby were becoming jealous of her? She could feel it building around them. Someone might have to protect her if he kept this up, but his grip was strong and she didn’t want to make a scene.

“Okay, since everyone seems to have those roll off the tongue names I’m going to have to come up with ones I can say and remember.” She received nods but at least no one seemed to be upset with her. She felt like she was babbling. “They’ll come as I get to know you.”

An older man brought them drinks, bringing her attention back to Storm. She thanked the server as she took hers.

“Why did you thank him?” asked Storm.

“Because it’s the polite thing to do.” She wished she could move and put a little space between them but he still had his arm around her and she wasn’t real sure how to break his hold without seeming rude.

“But it’s his job.” His curiosity evident.

“True, but we all want to be told we’re doing a good job from time to time. Thanking him lets him know I appreciate what he does for a living.” She found it interesting that his question was so genuine.

“Interesting. Our people except their position and do their job without question.”

She scratched her head, wondering how to explain it better. It had to be something he was familiar with. A grin covered her face when she came up with the perfect subject. “When you are intimate with a woman do you show your appreciation or do you just expect her to understand because she was doing her job?”

“When I am intimate with a woman I always show my appreciation with my partner. I do that during the act.” He said it softly, his face very close to her ear.

Okay that was the wrong subject matter. She felt it all the way to her toes. Fear had her stepping away from him, breaking his hold on her. Being rude wasn’t part of her worry. Him being too close was.

It didn’t seem to faze him. Storm just stepped next to her and wrapped his arm around her once again. And that was the way the rest of the evening went. When she found an opportunity to move away from him he found away to come back into contact with her. Her whole being was in a heightened state of arousal. It took all her strength not to jump on him and beg him to have his way with her there with everyone watching.

When the evening finally came to an end she practically dashed to her room and headed straight for the shower. It was going to be long and cold and hopefully would cool her libido.


Storm sat on the couch in his suite contemplating the evening.

“You pushed her hard, sir. Why?”

“I’m not sure, Fridon.” He leaned forward as he spoke. “I don’t need protection and we know that, but for some reason the elders decided I needed to have it. Out of all the candidates they had they picked her. Why?”

“We’ve been raised to never question them, sir. You know that.” The young man got up and poured himself a glass of water. “Want some?”

“No. I need a clear head.” Water had an alcoholic effect on his race.

“So why did you push so hard?” Fridon sat across from Storm.

“I wanted to see what would happen if she was hit the full force of our pheromones. I knew it could have caused a little trouble but our air system would remove a lot of it as long as I didn’t walk through the crowd.”

“And what did you learn?” The elders assigned Fridon to keep an eye on Storm. For some reason they had a special interest in the human and him.

“That she is very strong. I could feel her desire yet she refused to act on it. A weaker woman wouldn’t have been able to resist.”

“You want her.” He said it matter-of-factly. Storm never turned down a bed partner and this was the first time he had walked away without one. Any of the women there tonight would have accommodated him.

“What?” He sat back. Was it that obvious? “No, but she has peeked my interest.”

“So she has passed your test?”


“I wonder how she passed the elder’s one.”

He hadn’t thought about why they picked her. Now he had to worry about that. Sleep wasn’t going to come easy to him.


Heather found it difficult to sleep. Three cold showers later and she still hadn’t gotten her libido under control. She had thought about calling her commander and quitting, but ended up jumping back into the shower. Meditation had worked a little but not enough to relax her for sleep.

She paced her room, wondering what would work. Perhaps if she snuck down to the kitchen she could get a hot toddy of some sort to quiet her nerves and allow her to sleep. Her simple nightgown covered her well enough so she left the matching robe behind.

Barefoot, she tiptoed down the hall from her room to the central section of the house. Most of the help had gone to bed so she shouldn’t run into anyone along the way. As she turned another corner she heard a faint noise. Her sixth sense kicked in and told her something was wrong. She needed a place to hide until whatever she sensed had gone passed and she could follow them. A small alcove beckoned and she slipped inside. Steel strong arms wrapped around her waist as a large hand covered her mouth.

No one could ever hold her. She proceeded to fight whoever had her and found herself flipped around and staring into the golden eyes of Storm. What was he doing here?

He dragged her into a small door in the alcove and pushed it gently closed. The confined space intensified the feelings she had been trying to banish. Her nipples got hard just because he held her.

Storm slid one of his legs between hers, pulling her up onto it so they could see eye to eye. The gown she wore rose up with her giving her no protection against the soft cloth she now rested against. She opened her mouth to protest and realized her mistake too late.

His head dipped toward hers, his mouth covering her lips as his tongue invaded. He cradled her head in his hand, angling it to give him better access to her.

She tried to hold back. Wanted to break the kiss all together but her willpower deserted her in the onslaught of the passion she felt. Everything screamed for more. She fell into the desire swirling through her, giving as much as he would take.

He deepened the kiss, his hands leaving her waist and head to slide up under the gown to touch the fevered flesh beneath.

She felt them on her buttox to slide up her back and around to her breasts. The pebbled tips ached for more as he caressed them. She felt him shift her, her legs wrapped around him to maintain the contact. Now she could press her core against the hardened length of him. Her whole being was on fire.

It affected him as much as her because she felt the tremor race through him.

Just as fast as it started it stopped. She found herself on her feet as the door opened and several guards faced them.

“Everything all right, sir?”

“Yes.” His voice came out deeper than normal. He cleared his throat and spoke again. “We ducked in here when the intruders drew close. Did you get them?”

“Yes, sir. We found them just outside of this area. Looks like they turned on each other, we found them all fighting when we arrived. They’ve been moved to security to be questioned whenever you’re ready.”

“Good. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He gently touched her shoulder. “Do you wish to join the interrogation?”

She nodded her agreement. Talking was out of the question. She wondered if the guards could see her disheveled look and swollen lips. If they did they showed no reaction.

Storm offered her his hand which she took and they followed the men to the security section.

“You might not like the way we do things around here but it is our way,” he said.

He had kept his distance from her, allowing her to regain some control. What had gotten into her? She never behaved like this before. Most men who showed her any attention learned quickly she didn’t want it. What made him so different?

Keeping her gaze averted she couldn’t help but notice the two wet marks on his cloths. One on his thigh and the other over his groin. Heat filled her cheeks. She did that to him. What must he think of her?

Two of the guards stepped into the room. One held some sort of weapon.

“Tell us why you invaded the ambassador’s home?”

The four men just stared at them.

“Do you know what this is?” The guard with the weapon asked. “It’s from our planet on Vespia.” He turned it on a low setting, pressing it against the stomach of one of the intruders causing him to crumple to the ground. He turned it up a notch and aimed it at the next man.

“We know nothing.” His answer wasn’t what they wanted to hear. The guard pressed it against the neck of the man causing him to cry out in pain before crumpling as well. A large burn mark showed on his throat.

“It is designed to help with our animals. We can use it on the lightest setting.” He pointed to the first man on the floor. “To keep them from wandering. The highest setting kills.” He moved it to the top notch and sliced through a table sitting in the room. “Clean and precise. Now, why are you here?”

Sweat broke out on the brow of the third one. “I didn’t get paid enough to die.”

“Shut up,” said the other. “How do you know they won’t kill you after you talk?”

“I’d rather die at their hands than his.” He looked up at the guards, fear dancing in his eyes. “We were hired to get the woman. We don’t know why, just following orders.”

She looked at Storm. “Woman?”


“Me? Why?”

“That is the question, isn’t it?”

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11 thoughts on “Dominated by Desire by Barbara Bradley

    Mary Roya said:
    October 17, 2011 at 10:54 am

    If this is an unedited proof, I can wait for the final version. This great! Can’t wait to see what happen next. You certainly got me hook, line and sinker.

    barbara donlon bradley said:
    October 17, 2011 at 11:32 am

    Thanks Mary! Really appreciate it. This story was so much fun to write – my characters pushed me so hard the rough draft was done in three weeks. Floored me never wrote a book that fast in my life before.

    It should be available sometime in Nov of this year through Phaze. It would make a great Christmas present to yourself 😉

    Shelley Munro said:
    October 17, 2011 at 3:56 pm

    I’m a huge fan of humor in stories. I don’t think there’s enough. That’s a great excerpt. I enjoyed it very much.

    barbara donlon bradley said:
    October 17, 2011 at 4:49 pm

    Thanks Shelley!

    Nina Pierce said:
    October 17, 2011 at 10:18 pm

    Well written humor is wonderful in stories and so hard to write because it is so subjective. The premise of your story sounds intriguing. Best of luck with it.

    barbara donlon bradley said:
    October 17, 2011 at 11:31 pm

    Thanks so much, Nina!!

    Marianne Stephens said:
    October 18, 2011 at 12:15 am

    Reading your background info, I can see where you get your sense of humor and incorporate it into your books…I love books that are fun to read and make me smile as I read them.

    barbara donlon bradley said:
    October 18, 2011 at 7:41 am

    I really enjoyed today – thanks to everyone who stopped by!

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