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Monday, January 28, 2013

Immortal Ever After by Lynsay Sands

A kiss doesn’t mean eternity . . .

Valerie Moyer doesn’t believe in vampiresuntil she is kidnapped by a fanged psychopath! After escaping her bloodthirsty captor, she’s through with creatures of the night. Until she finds herself under the protection of the darkly handsome Anders. Not only is she expected to accept that Anders is immortal, but also that she is the woman destined to be his life mate!

. . . Or does it?

Anders felt a connection to Valerie from the moment he cradled her bruised body in his arms. But before he claims her, he must destroy the vampire who almost stole her from him forever. His job would be easier if Valerie didn’t fight him every step of the way. Still, Anders loves a challenge, and the green-eyed beauty is worth fighting for!

This was a very well written story and the character development was wonferfully done. Even though I have not read the other books of this series I was still able to learn back history on them to understand their role in this part of the series. From a readers stand point I have to say that this storyline has been done way to many times...A mortal is kidnapped and is saved buy the same creature that had taken her/him and then finds out about them and the fact they were ment to be together. Together they take down the bad guy while one stuggles on their decision to be with the immortal or walk away, in the end they all choose the same path and stay with the one Fates or whatever you want to call it chose for them.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Finding Abigail by Carrie Ann Ryan

Tyler Cooper is the town sheriff and, in the past, had been the only person keeping Holiday steady. Though the community is now finding out that it’s town is magical, Tyler has always known itit’s in his blood. He has always known his fate of becoming a cupid, striking love into the hearts others, but an enemy from his past is set on keeping him from finding his own destinyand love.

Abigail Clarke is leaving Holiday for good. She has to. After years of trying to fit in and make Tyler notice her, she’s giving up. She’s watched her friends fall in love and it’s heartbreaking. Acknowledging that the one man she’s always loved doesn’t want her, it’s time to move on and find her own future.

Right when the stars align and Tyler opens his eyes, his enemy is back and has his sights on Abigail. Abigail is in danger and Tyler may be the only one to stand up to him and save her.

Warning: Contains one sexy sheriff who turns into cupid, complete with bow and arrow, the sweetest teacher you’ll ever meet who needs to find her bad girl side, and a love of candy hearts that’s sure to bring them together.

I have yet to come across an author who brought together the magic of the holidays and romance together until now. We all believe when we are younger the magic of Santa Clause, Cupids, and so many others. As we grow older we lose that magic and only as parents do we help that magic grow within our children. But what if it was in your blood to be a deity of a certain holiday? Well in this series that Carrie Ann Ryan you learn about the Cooper family that does just that in a small town called Holiday in Alabama. I for one am looking forward to reading the next book(s) to be coming out as well as finding out what happened before Tyler and Abigail's story.


Because it is so close to Valentine's Day, and this book comes out right before I thought it would be fun to do a little research on the legend of Cupids and share it with you.
The earliest recorded version of the story is the one told by Apuleius, which goes like this.

Psyche is a princess who is so beautiful that people begin to treat her like a goddess, making symbolic gestures and even sacrifices to her. The goddess Venus is jealous of this and decides as her revenge she will ask her son Cupid to make Psyche fall in love with some ugly mortal. Cupid reluctantly agrees, and flies to Psyche's bedside. But as he is about to shoot one of his fateful arrows, Psyche wakes up, startles him, and he scratches his own leg. He falls in love with her.

Meanwhile, Psyche's parents are concerned that Psyche has no suitors. She is so beautiful that no one dares to propose to her. They go to an oracle of Apollo, which instructs them to prepare her for marriage as one would be prepared for human sacrifice. The parents tearfully carry out this instruction, escorting her in procession to the top of a cliff. Psyche accepts her fate boldly, saying she is eager to meet her beautiful new husband.

The parents and their entourage leave Psyche to her fate. Psyche is then transported to a wood, where she finds a beautiful palace. She goes in, and begins to live there, served by invisible spirits. She even has an invisible lover. But he tells her she is not allowed to look at him directly, and he visits her only at night. She doesn't even know who he is.

But Psyche can hear the voices of her sisters calling to her from the mortal realm. She goes back to visit them. They hear her stories about her new life, and jealously they urge to look at her husband, raising doubts in her mind that he might be a monster. So that night she looks at him, using a lamp. She sees that he is a god. But she frightens him, and he jostles the lamp, spilling hot oil on himself, which injures him. He leaves her and goes back to the realm of the gods.

Psyche returns home and is miserable. She then goes to temples and makes sacrifices to all the gods to find out which one it was that had been her lover. The only god who will answer her is Venus. The god turns out to be none other than her son Cupid (i.e. Desire or Eros; Venus means sexual desire, and Psyche's name in turn means "soul"). Psyche begs Venus to help her find Cupid, and Venus then imposes a series of labors on Psyche - including a descent into Hades. Psyche is able to achieve these labors with help from divine assistants, including, for the last labor, Cupid himself.

Her successful completion of the labors means that Psyche is at last able to marry Cupid officially - she becomes immortal and they are united in eternity.

Then Psyche and Cupid have a baby, Voluptas (Pleasure) - who was, however, conceived before their official wedding.


The Summoner's Tale By Victoria Danann

DESCRIPTION:  A secret society, a witch, a psychic, vampires, modern day knights, heroes, elves, fae, assassins from another dimension, and fairytales come together where emotions intersect. Two souls, joined by a mystical bond, separated by distance, must simultaneously struggle through pain and darkness in an ultimate confrontation with character and an ultimate struggle for life proving that true love waits patiently through lifetimes and finds courage to survive. Even in the strangest places. Even when you're least expecting it. Even when you're far, far from home.

*Note. This series should be read in series order in order to understand the stories* 

I love how Ms. Danann keeps you wanting more.  The way she tells her stories, starting the next where the previous left off, though different than we're used to reading, it gives you more insight to the characters of the stories.  It took me to read the three books in this series to get used to this type of writing but I have to say I love it! I'm always reading and wondering what's going on with past characters, how their lives are playing out, and with Ms. Danann's books you get that. Not only do you get to witness new love between a couple, you get to see how past couples are getting along. This story mainly features Elora and Ram, the attempt at Elora's life by people from the other dimension, the birth of their baby, as well as the blossoming relationship between Baka and Heaven.  As always I can not wait for book 4 and reading more about Baka and Heaven and see if little Helm gives his daddy a run for his money.
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Monday, January 21, 2013

The End of Darkness by Jaime Rush

The dark energy that infects Magnus McLeod's soul draws him to an Arizona town in crisis—and a woman with a dangerous ability of her own. Erica Evrard isn't afraid of much, but suddenly she has much to fear. Like Magnus, whose noble heart brings her to life even as his Darkness could kill her. And the group of supernatural humans whose evil plans threaten an entire town.

This is book 7 and final book in the Offspring Series by Jaime Rush

**What an amazing ending to an amazing series. I'm sad to see it end but what a way to go! It was action packed, emotional and intense.  Loved the subplot featuring Pope. Couldn't put the book down, Jaime did it again! **

Here's an excerpt! 


Magnus McLeod came to with a violent start, sitting up so fast, the room spun. Even so, he instantly knew this wasn’t his bedroom. Or a hospital. Lachlan stood next to his bed with an odd expression, both relieved and like he was about to tell Magnus his legs were missing.
Lachlan leaned forward and held him tight for a few moments. “Thank God.”
Magnus hardly enjoyed the hug, preoccupied with wanting to make sure his body parts were intact. The second Lachlan stepped back, Magnus did a visual check. Legs, aye, and they moved at his command. Arms, fingers, all accounted for.
Lachlan peered into Magnus's face. “You alright, Maggie?” The childhood nickname Lachlan had given him when Magnus started calling him Locky, a bit of teasing between two brothers.
“Seem to be, other than feeling muzzy, like I was on a bender and slept for twenty-four hours.” He rubbed his hand over his face, feeling several days' worth of beard. “How long have I been sleeping? Where am I? What happened?” He took in the room with its light brown walls and framed pictures of the Wizard of Oz.
Lachlan said, “You’re in Cheveyo and Petra’s guest room in downtown Annapolis. They’ve been taking care of you while Jessie and I dealt with her uncle. Which felt like it lasted for weeks but was only a few days.”
“Jessie.” Magnus pictured the lass he was keen on, a pixie of a thing with brown hair. “I’ve been stuck in this dream about being at the carnival and some man trying to hurt her. I tried to protect her, and he turned into a black beast.” His hand went to his neck, but the words cut as deeply as the memory of claws slicing his throat.
Bloody hell. Memory, not a dream.
“You were killed,” Lachlan said softly.
“Jessie?” He looked beyond Lachlan, finding no one else in the room. Cold fear washed over him. “Is she alright?”
“Aye, she's fine now.” Lachlan shook his head. “That's the kind of guy you are. I tell you that you died, and you're worried about her.”
“You say it like it's a bad thing.”
Lachlan's laugh had no humor. “No, it just shows what a damned good guy you are.”
Again, sounded like a bad thing.
Lachlan leaned against the side of the bed. “She healed you.”
“Healed psychically?” He felt a thrumming energy in his body, an odd heaviness as though his soul had gained a hundred pounds. Which made no sense.
Lachlan’s expression darkened. “You were dying, just like I saw in the vision I warned you about.”
Aye, the vision where Lachlan had seen Magnus dead at the carnival, Jessie standing over him. “You did see the future. I guess you’ll toss me an ‘I told you so’ and deservedly so. Who was the guy that tried to kill me?”
Lachlan leaned against the footboard. “Her uncle. Bastard was hunting her for years. He's dead now,” he added when Magnus stiffened at the thought of the guy hurting her. “What happened in the days after your attack, why Jessie was on the run, that’s a story for later.”
“He turned into a bloody beast. That wasn't my imagination, right? Because over and over I've been living it, seeing him morph into a black creature.”
“It wasn't your imagination.” Lachlan released a long breath. “You need to understand that you were dying, and we had to make a choice. Jessie and I.”
The mention of her name had Magnus glancing at the door. “Where is she? I need to see her.”
“You were right when you told me there was something special about her. She’s got enhanced abilities like us, but she's not an Offspring.”
Magnus digested that for a moment. “So that means what, that she didn't have a parent in the same secret government program Dad was in?” The program for psychically gifted people who were given the DNA of a bloke from a parallel dimension to enhance their abilities—DNA their offspring inherited.
“Her father is from the other dimension. And she was even more special. She held Darkness. So did the man who turned to beast. In the parallel dimension, they aren’t allowed to express their emotions, so they repress them. All those emotions accumulated into this mass of energy called Darkness. Jessie's father and uncle tapped into it and drew it into their bodies. They could channel it to change into an animal of sorts. As you saw.”
“I saw, all right. But why are you still looking at me like I've lost a limb?”
Lachlan's jaw tensed. “The price of Jessie's healing was that she had to infuse Darkness into you. I told her to do it. I made the choice.”
Something inside Magnus went numb as Lachlan's words sank in. “So that…beast is in me?” That had to be the heaviness he felt.
“You can choose what form it takes by focusing on a particular animal. Jessie's dad will work with you. You have to learn to control Darkness, or it’ll take you over.”
“Bloody great.”
Magnus pulled himself to the side of the bed and tested his weight. His legs were shaky. Lachlan moved closer, hands out to steady him. Magnus used the headboard to stand. “Where is Jessie?” At Lachlan’s ever-darkening expression, his chest tightened. “I need to see her.” That need raged through him, making him want to start tearing furniture apart until someone brought her to him.
Lachlan drove his fingers back through hair much shorter and neater than Magnus had ever seen it. “You can't. Darkness has other side effects. It can make you volatile when you experience high emotions. And it makes you possessive and madly jealous to the point of being deadly to anyone you see as a rival to the woman you feel is yours.”
“I don’t feel she’s mine.” They hadn't even kissed, but he did feel…oddly possessive, aye. “It's just that I've spent days of unconsciousness caught in a loop of those last several minutes with her.”
Lachlan shifted from one foot to the other. “She's at Sanctuary.” Their family compound in the woods.
Magnus knew that nervous shift. He’d seen it whenever Lachlan was about to admit he’d broken something, like the time he'd put a ding on Magnus’s sword when they were lads. “Out with it, Locky. What aren't you telling me?”
Lachlan bowed his head, pain wracking his features. No, this was worse than anything like that. “I’m the lowest of the low. She and I went through hell together. We fought the pull between us, I swear it. I tried to be an arse—as you know I can be—but she saw something inside me even I didn't see.” He met Magnus's gaze. “I love her. I didn’t mean to, but I love her, and all I can do is ask your forgiveness.”
He knew his brother would never do anything to hurt him, and his regret was clear. So was his love for Jessie. So why did the words, “You stole my girl while I was recuperating?” come roaring out of his mouth?
Lachlan hung his head. “She wasn’t your girl yet, but aye, that’s the bottom line. I am pond scum. The scum that lives beneath the pond scum.”
Anger unfurled inside him. Even weak, Magnus was big enough to pound Lachlan but good. He took a deep breath, pulling back all that fury, and made his way to the window to stare out into an alley between the townhouses. “I forgive you.” He meant it, but the words still felt gritty as they left his mouth. “You’re right, she wasn’t my girl.” He turned to Lachlan from a safer distance. “So this Darkness is why I want to smash in your head over it?”
Lachlan’s mouth tightened. “Aye. I deserve it, too, but I’d rather you not. I don’t want to lose you over it, but I could no sooner break it off with her than cut off my hand. Once you’ve met someone else, you’ll move on. Remember what you told me not long ago: the feelings you have for a woman always fizzle out like a soda left out too long.”
Aye, he had said that, and he’d experienced it many a time. But Jessie felt different. Now he knew why.
Lachlan waved his hand dismissively. “You’ll find other women. Hell, you draw them like flies.”
Magnus crossed his arms over his chest. “Thanks for that lovely analogy. Makes me sound like a pile of shite.”
“I was thinking a candy bar or maybe a glob of jelly on the sidewalk.”
It felt like one of many exchanges, but everything was different now. Lachlan was happy and in love, both new for him. Magnus held something otherworldly and dangerous.
He didn't want another woman. He breathed Jessie, the need for her. The need to posses her. He felt her in his cells, something he'd never experienced before. Nor had he ever felt jealousy. If a woman he was dating wanted to move on, Magnus wished her well with nary a hard feeling. He flexed his fingers. “And if I feel proprietary about a woman, I'll hurt anyone who flirts with her? Or hurt the woman?” An unfathomable thought.
“Potentially. I’m sorry for what comes with Darkness, but not for making the decision. I wasn't going to let you die.”
No, he wouldn't, not after everything they'd already lost. “I would have done the same, brother.” The sight of his sword, leaning against the wall with the tip buried in the carpet, brought comfort. He picked it up, running his fingers down the flat part of the blade. “You took a chance bringing this here.”
“It's like an old friend. Thought you might like it nearby.”
Magnus swung it around, holding the blade a foot away from Lachlan. “Were you not afraid I'd cleave off your head when I found out about Jessie?”
Lachlan remained still, no fear on his face. “You've got a much deadlier weapon inside you now. If you're of a mind to kill me, I'm going to go one way or another.”
Magnus held the sword up, studying the ornate hilt. He wouldn't need his sword anymore? How much more would he lose?
A knock sounded on the door, and Cheveyo opened it and peered inside. “Everything all right?” His Hopi heritage was clear in his coloring and dark hair. That he'd once spent his days hunting down supernatural vermin showed in his warrior bearing. Especially when he saw the sword in Magnus’s hand and stepped inside, ready to contain him.
Magnus let him know that wouldn't be necessary by setting the sword down. He reached over and shook Cheveyo’s hand. “Thanks for everything.”
He’d only met Cheveyo once, Petra a few more times, so it was damned nice of them to take care of him. Made him feel odd though, being passed out at their house.
“You’ll be okay,” Cheveyo said. “I don't know how similar Darkness is to my ability, but when I get worked up, I feel my cat want to take over. You need to practice, get comfortable with Darkness, because control is everything. I’ve got a place out near Flagstaff, Arizona. Why don’t you spend some time in new surroundings?” Away from Jessie, he didn't say. “Take as long as you want. We’re staying here, waiting for Amy to have her baby. I couldn't pry Petra away now. Stay for the shower and then head out.”
Magnus had planned on attending the baby shower, since the guys in their group of Offspring were invited too. That was before he’d been infected. The heavy feeling was like the blackest part of the night inside him. “I’m not in the mood for the party, but I've got gifts for the baby.” He pinned Lachlan with a look. “You'll take them, right?” Make him go to a baby shower, small retribution for stealing his lass.
“Anything for you,” Lachlan said, clearly meaning it. But Magnus saw his upper lip twitch at the thought.
Anything but give up Jessie.
He turned to Cheveyo. “Your place sounds like exactly what I need.” Especially if Lachlan and Jessie were staying at Sanctuary.
Lachlan walked closer. “Spend some time with Jessie's dad. He’ll tell you what you need to know.” He put his hand on Magnus’s arm. “Take a week or so, work through it. But keep in touch. My brother once told me that we had to stick together because we were all we have.”
But that was before one of them became a beast…and the other fell in love.

Erica Evrard trolled through her Google Alerts, just like she did every night. Only the computer screen lit up the small bedroom, splashing pale light over a desk covered in notes and maps, and a bed she shared with no one.
First post: a new serial killer novel coming out from Erica Fleming. Not a well-known author, just a woman trying to make a small living from writing novels based on the wretchedness she read about in all those newspaper stories. The evil she faced down in dark places. She deleted that one.
The second entry detailed a possible serial killer in Strasford, Arizona, a sick son of a bitch who ripped out people's hearts while they were still alive. The authorities were baffled, not completely ruling out a wild animal, given the claw marks left behind. That the bodies were left intact made it seem more like a sick human act. The three victims were female visitors to the small desert town not far from Las Vegas.
The serial killer wasn't the locals' only concern. They'd been experiencing tremors, despite the fact that no fault line existed beneath their town. People were on edge, prone to violent attacks and fits of rage. A seismologist was investigating the tremors, but they had no leads as far as the so-called Heart Ripper was concerned.
She stared at the lines that crisscrossed the backs of her hands and arms. Every time she used the ability she'd dubbed Lightning, because of how the lines looked, the scars moved farther up her arms. Closer to her heart.
She mapped the route to Strasford and shut down her computer. Time to pack and hunt down a killer.

  **Note: Jaime also writes as Tina Wainscott** (more awesome writing but that's for another review, wink wink)

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The Dragon’s Desire by Eva Weston


Chained in the dungeon of Black Rock Keep, the dragon seeks escape...

The Moon whispers in the shadowy darkness as Princess Tania senses a chained dragon in her father's dungeon. Curious and enthralled, she searches fro the mystical moon dragon and instead discovers a man that she desperately yearns to touch and who, in return, desires her to bend to his will and mark her as his.

The dragons are slowly dying and the one person who could breathe life back into them is the daughter of their hated enemy, King Polas.

Witness the birth of the Dragonkin.

Who does not like a little romance and Dragons? Well Eva Weston's newest series is sure to be a wonderful success. I look forward to following this series and see where the story goes. Ever wonder what could happen if Dragons were actually roaming the Earth and there was a way to keep them from extiction? If you are into romance as well as mythological creatures then you will enjoy Eva's series as well.

Friday, January 18, 2013

In Honor of Martin Luther King, Jr. Day

MLK Jr. Day marks the birthday of Rev . Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. which is January 15th. The campaign for a federal holiday in King's honor began soon after his assassination in 1968. Ronald Reagan signed the holiday into law in 1983, and it was first observed on January 20, 1986. Did you know musician Stevie Wonder released the single "Happy Birthday" to popularize the campaign in 1980 to help make Mr. King's birthday a federal holiday? He also hosted the Rally for Peace Press Conference in 1981.

There are even alternate names for this holiday, in Utah its known as "Human Rights Day" until 2000 then they changed it back to its original name. In Virginia it was known as "Lee-Jackson-King Day". Mississippi still shares this celebration of Martin Luther King, Jr.'s birthday on the third Monday of January and Robert E. Lee's birthday January 19. Arizona the day is called "Martin Luther King, Jr./Civil Rights Day" while in New Hampshire its official name is "Martin Luther King, Jr. Civil Right Day".

There is one place outside the US where MLK Jr. Day is observed with equal importance is in the Japanese city of Hiroshima where the Mayor holds a special banquet at his office as an act of unifying his city's call for peace with King's message of human rights. Toronto, Canada is another city that has officially recognized this holiday although all government services and businesses remain open. In 1984 Rabbi Arnold Resnicoff conducted the first Israeli Presidential ceremony in commemoration of Martin Luther King, Jr. Day which was held in his home in Jerusalem. Israel had a national forest in honor of Dr. King.

Monday, January 14, 2013

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    Thursday, January 10, 2013

    All Roads Leads to Hell Blog Tour.

    10 Fun Facts
    1.My boys tease that my name is “Grace” because I tend to trip going up the stairs, rather than down

    2. My oldest jokes that I should stay a blonde, so I’ll have something to blame my “blonde moments” on. Jokes on him, I went back to red just before Christmas

    3. I’ve gotta have my nectar of the gods--coffee--before I can function or interact civilly with anyone

    4. I’m obsessed with the television show Supernatural and my son and I will carry on a conversation with Dean Winchester Quotes! My youngest son hates it! LOL

    5. All I’ve asked Santa to bring me for Christmas the last 5 years is Dean Winchester. So far, my wish hasn’t been granted…yes, Santa is evil!! ;-)

    6. I collect skulls and crosses. Weird combo, huh?

    7. My favorite thing to do is…write! My world is perfect when I’m writing and if I go too long on a writing dry spell, I get moody and a touch depressed.

    8. The name of my muse is Dom because he likes to dominate every facet of my writing and he always gets his way. He’s a but smug about his victory over me.

    9. When I write my favorite junk food is rainbow chip icing straight from the tub. I don’t indulge in it often, but I formed this bad habit as a teenager--yeah, when I could afford the calories!

    10. I’m a HUGE Alabama college football fan. ROLL TIDE ROLL!!


    Victory is hollow when fate maneuvers one as a pawn.

    Madison’s mission is complete. Nix is rescued from Hell and her son safe from his dark destiny. But as she rests in the safe harbor of Nix’s love, her demonic husband warns of a murderous plot. Can she trust that it’s the truth and not another scheme to claim her for Hell’s throne?

    Sometimes internal conflict can house our biggest demons.

    With allies divided and prophecy heralding defeat, Madison gambles on Micah’s tenuous honor to keep their son protected. Torn between her heart’s desires and her dark requirements, Madison worries her hellish fate cannot be avoided. When betrayal comes from an unlikely direction, all their futures may be damned. In the darkest hour of Madison’s life, an undeniable providence will transpire. Who can she trust? And how far will she fall to defeat her foes?

    Amid the rubble of defeat, will Hell’s Genesis Queen dawn?

    "I like the way you move, kitten."

    She took a deep breath, like she needed the extra oxygen to deal with him. "Did you square away angels in Hell?"

    "Yes." Details weren't necessary when they both knew he'd instituted a brutal torture regimen for all of them. "Dance with me?"

    "To this music?"

    "You didn't appear to be having any problem." He held his hand out toward her.

    She stared at his palm. Her expression was reminiscent of an individual confident seeling their soul was a reckless choice but entering the deal anyway.

    "I don't bite."

    Her gaze felt like an impact against his. "You did in Hell."

     He wrangled the grin under control. "Then I won't bite."

    "I don't think it's a good idea Micah."


     A casual shrug when nothing about her body language suggested she felt relaxed. She crossed her arms beneath her breats. "Nix says my idea of dancing is sex with clothes on. He couldn't tolerate it and if he couldn't..." She trailed off and gaped at him as if she'd just realized she'd been about to insult him.

    Micah grinned. "I haven't lived as long as I have without executing restraint." He stepped closer to her. "I've controlled myself with you more than any other." Because she is my women and deserves my respect.

    Madison allowed him to pull her arms free of their defensive fold. Holding her gaze, Micah coaxed her into his embrace...left hip to left hip, his leg thrusting between her knees, gliding upward and parting her thighs.

    She bit her bottom lip. Her breathing grew shallow. The heavy beat of the music thumped around them. His pulse throbbed faster.

    Hell's delights, she felt fantastic against him.

    "Relax," he said when she remained inflexible. A soft wind would break one of her bones. "I only want to dance with you." Like when they'd been married, just a different manner of movement. This one more intimate than what they normally partook.

    Her focus locked on his jaw, and she sharply inhaled when he slid his palm down her back and settled on her hips. He executed his first moves and she followed. As if magnetized, they gyrated in perfect synchronicity.