<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866215</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:16:11.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalena Burke</title><subtitle type='html'>Author of Erotica Quickies</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jalena Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11956958726012225483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866215.post-2822859166489620428</id><published>2007-09-19T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T09:04:17.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Guilty Pleasure?</title><content type='html'>MSN had an article about guilty pleasures, and it made me think about mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was my first thought.  But on second thought, I could see a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing erotica, for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating bowls and bowls of cereal at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating a whole bag of chocolate by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your guilty pleasure?  Is it soap operas, reading dirty magazines, reading celebrity gossip magazines?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33866215-2822859166489620428?l=jalenaburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/feeds/2822859166489620428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33866215&amp;postID=2822859166489620428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/2822859166489620428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/2822859166489620428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/2007/09/whats-your-guilty-pleasure.html' title='What&apos;s Your Guilty Pleasure?'/><author><name>Jalena Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11956958726012225483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866215.post-2894737648177341779</id><published>2007-08-03T04:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T04:57:45.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Him Beg!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DyhXQivHKTQ/RrMX3LfBjcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xv5mV5vnSOI/s1600-h/MakeHimBeg_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DyhXQivHKTQ/RrMX3LfBjcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xv5mV5vnSOI/s320/MakeHimBeg_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094441840229322178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming Soon from &lt;a href="http://www.phaze.com"&gt;Phaze&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Make him beg, or be the beggar?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When Cameron Montgomery gives work more attention than he does his wife, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Shannon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; is out for revenge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But will he enjoy it too much?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because her revenge is a man’s ultimate fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.jalenaburke.com"&gt;Website &lt;/a&gt;is now up!&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33866215-2894737648177341779?l=jalenaburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/feeds/2894737648177341779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33866215&amp;postID=2894737648177341779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/2894737648177341779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/2894737648177341779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/2007/08/make-him-beg.html' title='Make Him Beg!'/><author><name>Jalena Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11956958726012225483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DyhXQivHKTQ/RrMX3LfBjcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xv5mV5vnSOI/s72-c/MakeHimBeg_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866215.post-181918672693239171</id><published>2007-05-13T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T20:29:00.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Website issues</title><content type='html'>I wanted to let you know that I'm having issues with my website, so I'm using my blog, basically, as my website right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created the site, and I've been busy, even overwhelmed to the thought I was going to crash like a computer's hard drive.  I'm slowly but surely working out my issues and, hopefully, will work out my website issues too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it, it isn't that big of a deal at all, but being overwhelmed can create havoc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33866215-181918672693239171?l=jalenaburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/feeds/181918672693239171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33866215&amp;postID=181918672693239171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/181918672693239171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/181918672693239171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/2007/05/website-issues.html' title='Website issues'/><author><name>Jalena Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11956958726012225483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866215.post-4211076360188791314</id><published>2007-05-11T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T03:51:36.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DyhXQivHKTQ/RkRKZ08dAzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o28ghAWeuDY/s1600-h/going_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DyhXQivHKTQ/RkRKZ08dAzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o28ghAWeuDY/s320/going_up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063253688640668466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jonathan and Megan meet in an elevator and consummate their passion in her kitchen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a string of disappointment, will they be able to recognize their hunger can only be quenched with each other?&lt;/p&gt;  GOING UP releases today from &lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpubilcations.com"&gt;Forbidden Publications&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33866215-4211076360188791314?l=jalenaburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/feeds/4211076360188791314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33866215&amp;postID=4211076360188791314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/4211076360188791314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/4211076360188791314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/2007/05/going-up.html' title='Going Up?'/><author><name>Jalena Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11956958726012225483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DyhXQivHKTQ/RkRKZ08dAzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o28ghAWeuDY/s72-c/going_up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866215.post-4383606782640772860</id><published>2007-03-15T03:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T03:43:12.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Review from Sensual Reads!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="The Red Apron by Jalena Burke" href="http://www.jalenaburke.com/"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n198/christmastee/Sensual%20Reads/Forbidden%20Publications/the_red_apron.jpg" align="left" border="0" height="230" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Maureen     Davis was turning 39. She thought her husband forgot about her     birthday again. It wouldn’t have been the first time. Earlier in the     day she was asked to go for a drink with a co-worker but declined.     Maureen was at the point to where she dreaded coming home everyday.     But she went home as usual to nothing exciting she thought.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Daniel wanted to surprise Maureen on her birthday. Maureen always     complained that he was working and not spending enough time with her     or their kids. What better way to surprise her but with a night of     passion.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Daniel had a surprise of a lifetime waiting for Maureen when she got     home. He had planned a romantic evening for two. He had her a     birthday cake, candles, rose petals and so much more for her. He was     so nervous getting the house ready for her. As soon as he put on the     Red Apron, he knew there was no turning back. What kind of show did     her put on for Maureen? Did they rekindle the passion that was     missing from their marriage?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  The Red Apron is so hot, sexy and stimulating. Jalene Burke has     created a romantic and seductive story that had me dreaming that I     was in Maureen’s place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal, &lt;a href="http://sensualreads.net/reviews_the_red_apron.shtml"&gt;Sensual Reads&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33866215-4383606782640772860?l=jalenaburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/feeds/4383606782640772860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33866215&amp;postID=4383606782640772860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/4383606782640772860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/4383606782640772860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/2007/03/review-from-sensual-reads.html' title='A Review from Sensual Reads!'/><author><name>Jalena Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11956958726012225483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866215.post-7359806686486451563</id><published>2007-01-27T06:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T06:53:31.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Apron Excerpt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Oh, God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maureen’s car just entered the garage and Daniel was nowhere near ready.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He thought he’d have this under control, but now he wasn’t so sure.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;He was going to be sick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The candles weren’t lit, the wine wasn’t ready, the cake topper wasn’t set, and the music.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Oh damn, the music!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He ran to turn it on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Had he put in the right CD?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If not, there was no way he’d have time now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He pushed play and, thank God, the sexy saxophone he wanted filled the air.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Ok, deep breath.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The candles lining the hallway were lit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The cake and the bathroom could wait.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The note was set in place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The wine was uncorked and all he had to do was pour.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;He splashed wine on the table as he poured.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Damn, red wine, too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He grabbed a towel to wipe it up, then threw the towel against the door to the laundry room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Why had he convinced himself to do this?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Surprises were not his forte, especially when it came to his wife.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He could wow clients with the best of them, but that was a skill he’d accomplished years ago and it didn’t involved seduction.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;But putting on a sexy show for his wife?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33866215-7359806686486451563?l=jalenaburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/feeds/7359806686486451563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33866215&amp;postID=7359806686486451563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/7359806686486451563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/7359806686486451563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/2007/01/red-apron-excerpt.html' title='The Red Apron Excerpt'/><author><name>Jalena Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11956958726012225483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866215.post-116905246477959013</id><published>2007-01-17T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T08:53:00.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me celebrate my birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2778/3320/1600/297093/sm_the_red_apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2778/3320/320/298114/sm_the_red_apron.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Maureen Davis is sure her husband has forgotten her birthday, as he has for half of their twenty-year marriage.  So when she walks into her house that has been redecorated to the hilt with sexiness, she’s not sure what to expect.  The last time Daniel tried to seduce her was…well, a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Davis is going to give his wife a night she’ll never forget.  It starts with dancing, something he doesn't do well with her, even worse by himself.  But as soon as he puts on that red apron, he knows there’s no turning back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is being released on January 19th.  The funny thing is, my birthday is the 20th and it's about a birthday.  A very special, very sexy birthday.  So help me celebrate my downloading a copy at &lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com"&gt;Forbidden Publications&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33866215-116905246477959013?l=jalenaburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/feeds/116905246477959013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33866215&amp;postID=116905246477959013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/116905246477959013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/116905246477959013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/2007/01/help-me-celebrate-my-birthday.html' title='Help me celebrate my birthday!'/><author><name>Jalena Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11956958726012225483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866215.post-116639418865233966</id><published>2006-12-17T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T14:23:08.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S'mores Review-Multiple O's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.king-cart.com/cgi-bin/cart.cgi?store=Phaze&amp;product=S%27Mores+by+Jalena+Burke"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 700;"&gt;     &lt;a name="S’MORES_–_Jalena_Burke"&gt;S’MORES – Jalena Burke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;ISBN:      1-59426-586-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Erotic      Contemporary Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;December 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heat Rating:      Pulsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rrterotic.com/Nibbles/phaze_nibbles.htm"&gt;&lt;i&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;     RRT Rating: Multiple O's     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Colorado ~      Present Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Alyssa      McClaren’s planned Christmas vacation is about to be ruined by a      visit from her disapproving mother-in-law. Alyssa can’t do      anything to please the woman, including cooking a meal, but      she’s joining them for Christmas. Alyssa argues with her      husband, Minor, about it, to no avail, so she takes off on her      own to the Colorado cabin they rented. Once there, she can’t      help but miss Minor, even though she feels she did the right      thing. Christmas morning Alyssa wakes up to find she has a      visitor…Minor has shown up. Their reunion is hotter than the      fire burning in the fireplace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;S’MORES is a      touching story of a woman who has never gotten into the spirit      of Christmas and family and decides all she wants for Christmas      is a holiday without her criticizing mother in law. As much as      she loves Minor, Alyssa feels she needs to make her stand, even      if it means going alone to Colorado. Once Alyssa and Minor      reunite, the sparks really fly sexually between them as they      rediscover the magic that brought them together in the first      place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Looking for a      warm, sensual read that’ll wet your holiday reading appetite?      Pick up S’MORES today for a toasty tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.rrterotic.com/Nibbles/phaze_nibbles.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Holly Tibbs -     &lt;b&gt;12/15/06&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33866215-116639418865233966?l=jalenaburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/feeds/116639418865233966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33866215&amp;postID=116639418865233966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/116639418865233966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/116639418865233966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/2006/12/smores-review-multiple-os.html' title='S&apos;mores Review-Multiple O&apos;s'/><author><name>Jalena Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11956958726012225483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866215.post-116609506760314600</id><published>2006-12-14T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T03:17:47.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S'mores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2778/3320/1600/394889/Smores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2778/3320/320/317261/Smores.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;S'mores is now available from Phaze.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa can't cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa can't have children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa can't compare to the woman her mother-in-law thinks she should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor loves her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Minor make it to her in time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa had special Christmas plans with her husband, Minor.  They were to go away to a mountain cabin and be all alone.  But when Alyssa's mother-in-law plans to visit for Christmas and Minor doesn't want to hurt her feelings be telling her they have other plans, Alyssa leaves without him.  His mother has always been nasty to her, and after a big blow-out at Thanksgiving, Alyssa doesn't feel she can handle anymore, especially if Minor won't take up for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Alyssa gets to the cabin, she realizes she may have made a mistake.  She misses Minor, and now she'll have to use that present she got for him all by herself.  But Minor has no intention of spending Christmas without his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A private mountain cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sexy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be a better Christmas present?  Snuggle up with S'MORES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be sure to enter my &lt;a href="http://www.jalenaburke.com/contest.html"&gt;contest &lt;/a&gt;to win your own s'mores makings before December 20. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW AVAILABLE FROM &lt;a href="http://www.king-cart.com/cgi-bin/cart.cgi?store=Phaze&amp;amp;product=S%27Mores+by+Jalena+Burke"&gt;PHAZE&lt;/a&gt;!  &lt;a href="http://www.jalenaburke.com/contact.html"&gt;READ REVIEWS&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33866215-116609506760314600?l=jalenaburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/feeds/116609506760314600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33866215&amp;postID=116609506760314600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/116609506760314600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/116609506760314600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/2006/12/smores.html' title='S&apos;mores'/><author><name>Jalena Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11956958726012225483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866215.post-116367745005346344</id><published>2006-11-16T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T03:44:10.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Reasons to Read Me, My Next Door Neighbor, &amp; Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;It’s less than a cup of coffee or a bag of      chocolates, and you won’t gain weight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;It’ll support an aspiring author.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="3" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;It’s a nice break from reality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="4" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;You’re thinking of getting your own BOB.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="5" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;You’re in the mood for a quickie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="6" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;“The love scenes are sexy and very hot." ~ Kerin,      from Two Lips Reviews&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="7" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;A      “humorous and entertaining read.” ~ Shay, Sensual Reads&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="8" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;“Complete      and leaves the reader pleasantly satisfied.” ~ &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;,      Fallen Angel Reviews.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="9" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;“The description of what Bob      does, and does not do is hilarious.” ~ Shayla, Romance Junkies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="10" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;My husband says it’ll make a      man lucky tonight, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Find it at &lt;a href="http://www.forbiddenpublications.com/book_pages/bob.html"&gt;Forbidden Publications&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33866215-116367745005346344?l=jalenaburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/feeds/116367745005346344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33866215&amp;postID=116367745005346344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/116367745005346344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/116367745005346344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/2006/11/ten-reasons-to-read-me-my-next-door.html' title='Ten Reasons to Read Me, My Next Door Neighbor, &amp; Bob'/><author><name>Jalena Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11956958726012225483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866215.post-116335716675234607</id><published>2006-11-12T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:46:06.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>I have a few WIPs that I'm not working on.  Can I still call them WIP?  One of them with a deadline of December 1!  Aack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a break and got suckered into my first Jennifer Crusie book.  I can't put it down!  I'm almost finished with it, hope I'll finish it today so I can get back into my real life.  I love it, but I hate it.  I hate it because I can't stop reading it, and I had things I wanted to do this weekend.  Don't you hate books like that? LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payday was Friday, but then the bank was closed and my money won't go in until Monday.  I planned on using some of that money to download some ebooks, preferably Christmas stories b/c I haven't read one of them in a long time and I need to get in the mood to shop soon.  Now it'll have to be my reward for finishing my next story!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33866215-116335716675234607?l=jalenaburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/feeds/116335716675234607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33866215&amp;postID=116335716675234607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/116335716675234607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/116335716675234607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/2006/11/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Jalena Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11956958726012225483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866215.post-116290133846184701</id><published>2006-11-07T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T04:08:58.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Lies in Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amberquill.com/AmberHeat/WhatLiesWinter.html"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.amberquill.com/AmberHeat/pics/med_WhatLiesWinter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What Lies In Winter &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.amberquill.com/AmberHeat/bio_Kent.html"&gt;Cassidy Kent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-10: 1-59279-628-1 (Electronic)&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-13: 978-1-59279-628-1 (Electronic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When workaholic Hayley goes on a much-needed holiday to her favorite cabin hideaway tucked deep in the mountains of the Mammoth ski resort, she doesn’t expect to meet the beast of a man occupying her rental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestselling mystery author, Nicholas Rhiordan, happens to have the same plan in mind, vacationing in his luxury cabin. He wants nothing better than to be left alone to finish his next novel, but when Hayley makes a surprise appearance, he discovers she’s hell-bent on disrupting his peaceful balance. Like any feral beast, his only recourse is to throw her out on her ass in a heap of snow and hope that she gets the hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a relentless blizzard forces them to share the same quarters, their fiery personalities and equally combustible attraction could melt the ice caps off the snowy mountains. Once the storm blows over, will their connection fizzle like a snow flurry or will they pen a perfect ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genres: Contemporary / Voyeurism / Interracial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:popup()"&gt;Heat Level&lt;/a&gt;: 2 Length: Novella (22k words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33866215-116290133846184701?l=jalenaburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/feeds/116290133846184701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33866215&amp;postID=116290133846184701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/116290133846184701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/116290133846184701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-lies-in-winter.html' title='What Lies in Winter'/><author><name>Jalena Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11956958726012225483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866215.post-116100020191803844</id><published>2006-10-16T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T05:03:21.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sinful Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2778/3320/1600/OneSinfulNight_pc.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2778/3320/320/OneSinfulNight_pc.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33866215-116100020191803844?l=jalenaburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/feeds/116100020191803844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33866215&amp;postID=116100020191803844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/116100020191803844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/116100020191803844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-sinful-night.html' title='One Sinful Night'/><author><name>Jalena Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11956958726012225483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866215.post-116056481229089570</id><published>2006-10-11T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T04:06:52.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to snuggle with him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2778/3320/1600/SnugglerBlank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2778/3320/320/SnugglerBlank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can on December 10.  My Christmas erotica, S'MORES, is being released by &lt;a href="http://phaze.com"&gt;Phaze&lt;/a&gt;.  Several other authors have Phaze Snugglers coming out soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those Christmas songs I've been listening to paid off.  Now if only I could get my shopping done.  I haven't even started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Halloween story coming out as well, and it's my first vampire!  I'll hope you'll read it and tell me what you think, because I never thought to write about vampires.  It was fun!  ONE SINFUL NIGHT is coming soon from &lt;a href="http://thewildrosepress.com"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt; and can be found on their website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to be for Halloween this year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33866215-116056481229089570?l=jalenaburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/feeds/116056481229089570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33866215&amp;postID=116056481229089570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/116056481229089570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/116056481229089570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/2006/10/want-to-snuggle-with-him.html' title='Want to snuggle with him?'/><author><name>Jalena Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11956958726012225483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866215.post-115879120453514835</id><published>2006-09-20T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T15:26:44.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas songs</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to Christmas songs today, trying to get "in the mood" as I write a Christmas story.  It's almost finished, and I hope to have it submitted by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is new to me.  I never thought to write short stories and I never thought to write seasonal stories.  It's fun, and opens up a new wave of creativity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33866215-115879120453514835?l=jalenaburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/feeds/115879120453514835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33866215&amp;postID=115879120453514835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/115879120453514835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/115879120453514835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/2006/09/christmas-songs.html' title='Christmas songs'/><author><name>Jalena Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11956958726012225483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866215.post-115768142555400821</id><published>2006-09-07T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T19:10:25.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest Submission</title><content type='html'>I just submitted a short erotica to a contest for Halloween stories. I'm not sure they'll be interested. I think it's pretty good, but I've never written paranormal in my life. It's not so paranormal that it's creepy scary, and they are probably used to something much more imaginative and gruesome than my writing.  But it was fun.  I have other ideas for "short paranormals".  Now I just have to write them.  If I get this contracted, I know I will do my next paranormal.  It'll give me more courage and inititiave, I think.  And if I don't get it, well it was fun anyway and it helps to develop my muse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33866215-115768142555400821?l=jalenaburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/feeds/115768142555400821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33866215&amp;postID=115768142555400821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/115768142555400821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/115768142555400821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/2006/09/contest-submission.html' title='Contest Submission'/><author><name>Jalena Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11956958726012225483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866215.post-115758523195142283</id><published>2006-09-06T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:27:11.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Seasons</title><content type='html'>I love the change in weather.  It's been a hot and dry summer, the hottest I can remember having in a long time, but it's staring to cool down.  The temperatures haven't been in the triple digits in the last few days, and I can see the trees move with the breeze.  It's crisp in the mornings, just the way I like it, but you can still wear shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't mowed all summer, and last year we had to mow every two weeks just to keep the grass cut.  It sucks, in a way, but then again I've had more time to write.  The lake is lower than I ever remember it being, so much that bones of a human body in a rusted "drum" were found in the "lake" yesterday.  Maybe God hadn't let it rain for a reason, because no telling how long this body has been there or would continue to be there.  We've been bitching about the triple digits, but a family may have found their missing loved one.   It's tragic no matter what, but I couldn't imagine the feeling of just "not knowing". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course,  it's mostly bones now and they have to do forensics, etc. etc. to determine who it could be.  Creepy, isn't it?  And people wonder how I get my ideas. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33866215-115758523195142283?l=jalenaburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/feeds/115758523195142283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33866215&amp;postID=115758523195142283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/115758523195142283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/115758523195142283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/2006/09/changing-seasons.html' title='Changing Seasons'/><author><name>Jalena Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11956958726012225483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866215.post-115741347328495886</id><published>2006-09-04T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:44:33.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm going to try this blog thing.  A little about me, I write erotica "quickies" under the pen name Jalena Burke.  I have one out from Forbidden Publications, another coming in November, and have plans to submit a Halloween contest and a Christmas submission.  I write short stories, but have a longer one in the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also work full time and write RS under another name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received my very first review for my short story, ME, MY NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR, AND BOB.  &lt;a href="http://www.twolipsreviews.com/content/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=189&amp;Itemid=36"&gt;http://www.twolipsreviews.com/content/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;id=189&amp;amp;Itemid=36&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a contest until October 1 for a great basket of prizes.  Check it out at my &lt;a href="http://www.jalenaburke.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33866215-115741347328495886?l=jalenaburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/feeds/115741347328495886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33866215&amp;postID=115741347328495886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/115741347328495886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33866215/posts/default/115741347328495886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalenaburke.blogspot.com/2006/09/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Jalena Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11956958726012225483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
