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	<title>Comments on: Round Two of the 2013 Petit Fours and Hot Tamales Recipe for Success Write-Off with Top Agent, Melissa Jeglinski</title>
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		<title>By: Chris Bailey</title>
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		<dc:creator>Chris Bailey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Mar 2013 12:03:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Congratulations and best wishes to all the semifinalists so far! Debbie, thanks for coordinating this contest. It&#039;s a wonderful learning opportunity and a great service to the writing community. Y&#039;all (and I mean all y&#039;all Petit Fours and Hot Tamales) have generous hearts. Thank you again for sharing.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Congratulations and best wishes to all the semifinalists so far! Debbie, thanks for coordinating this contest. It&#8217;s a wonderful learning opportunity and a great service to the writing community. Y&#8217;all (and I mean all y&#8217;all Petit Fours and Hot Tamales) have generous hearts. Thank you again for sharing.</p>
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		<title>By: Debbie Kaufman</title>
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		<dc:creator>Debbie Kaufman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Mar 2013 00:43:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ROUND TWO SEMIFINALISTS
Sorry for the posting delay folks. We hunkered down here for quite some time as tornados past to the bare south of us!  All&#039;s well, so here, without any particular order are round two&#039;s semifinalists!

1. Patricia McGovern
2. Keith Reimert
3. Alexandra Haughton
4. C.K Crouch
5. Julie Hinz

Congrats and please look for an email from me no later than tomorrow morning.
Debbie]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>ROUND TWO SEMIFINALISTS<br />
Sorry for the posting delay folks. We hunkered down here for quite some time as tornados past to the bare south of us!  All&#8217;s well, so here, without any particular order are round two&#8217;s semifinalists!</p>
<p>1. Patricia McGovern<br />
2. Keith Reimert<br />
3. Alexandra Haughton<br />
4. C.K Crouch<br />
5. Julie Hinz</p>
<p>Congrats and please look for an email from me no later than tomorrow morning.<br />
Debbie</p>
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		<title>By: Laura Russell</title>
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		<dc:creator>Laura Russell</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Mar 2013 06:58:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Contemporary romance

“What are you doing here?” Allison sputtered.
	“I work here,” Wylls smiled, “It’s nice to see you again.”
	“You work here?” She repeated, unable to get anything else to come out. She was remembering that ride in the taxi.
	“I’m with Life Care Industries. You were in Investment Management so our paths didn&#039;t cross. But I did see you around the building.”
	“Around the building?” Allison shook her head. She didn&#039;t think one of the managing partners would notice a trainee. She would have noticed him if she’d seen him.
	“Well, I keep tabs on our new hires.&quot;]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Contemporary romance</p>
<p>“What are you doing here?” Allison sputtered.<br />
	“I work here,” Wylls smiled, “It’s nice to see you again.”<br />
	“You work here?” She repeated, unable to get anything else to come out. She was remembering that ride in the taxi.<br />
	“I’m with Life Care Industries. You were in Investment Management so our paths didn&#8217;t cross. But I did see you around the building.”<br />
	“Around the building?” Allison shook her head. She didn&#8217;t think one of the managing partners would notice a trainee. She would have noticed him if she’d seen him.<br />
	“Well, I keep tabs on our new hires.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Patricia McGovern</title>
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		<dc:creator>Patricia McGovern</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Mar 2013 03:50:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Genre: Contemporary Romance
Zach Malloy bolted upright, heart slamming, sweat beading his forehead. A nightmare, reliving the moment Mark died. Only it wasn’t a dream. It was a living hell.
But, the nightmare hadn&#039;t wakened him. From beneath his bedroom window came the scraping of metal; someone working the lock. Other than Zach, only his parents had a key to the house, and they’d never walk in at one A.M.
Pain stabbed through Zach’s leg as he eased out of bed. He reached toward the nightstand, then yanked back. They’d taken his gun, of course.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Genre: Contemporary Romance<br />
Zach Malloy bolted upright, heart slamming, sweat beading his forehead. A nightmare, reliving the moment Mark died. Only it wasn’t a dream. It was a living hell.<br />
But, the nightmare hadn&#8217;t wakened him. From beneath his bedroom window came the scraping of metal; someone working the lock. Other than Zach, only his parents had a key to the house, and they’d never walk in at one A.M.<br />
Pain stabbed through Zach’s leg as he eased out of bed. He reached toward the nightstand, then yanked back. They’d taken his gun, of course.</p>
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		<title>By: Mary Ann Clarke Scott</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mary Ann Clarke Scott</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Mar 2013 02:36:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Contemporary Women&#039;s Fiction
Life doesn’t always give you what you expect.
Clearly, a seduction is in progress, and it’s making me green. As green as the North Sea that brought the Vikings to England. As green as the Atlantic that brought me to England from my home in Canada. Although we flew. Marc-Antoine and I. 
Marc-Antoine’s black denim-clad knee presses into her long, lean bare thigh with enough pressure to indent her firm flesh. Her hand punctuates her passionate words by patting and smacking and, occasionally, resting for annoyingly long periods on his thigh.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Contemporary Women&#8217;s Fiction<br />
Life doesn’t always give you what you expect.<br />
Clearly, a seduction is in progress, and it’s making me green. As green as the North Sea that brought the Vikings to England. As green as the Atlantic that brought me to England from my home in Canada. Although we flew. Marc-Antoine and I.<br />
Marc-Antoine’s black denim-clad knee presses into her long, lean bare thigh with enough pressure to indent her firm flesh. Her hand punctuates her passionate words by patting and smacking and, occasionally, resting for annoyingly long periods on his thigh.</p>
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		<title>By: Alexandra Haughton</title>
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		<dc:creator>Alexandra Haughton</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Mar 2013 01:32:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Contemporary Romance: 

“It’s a fortune cookie, not a congressional mandate.”   

“It’s a fortune cookie that said ‘you will find love in travel,’” Diana countered, foot swinging with the beat pumping out of the tinny speakers in their favorite dive. “That’s the kind of thing you can’t ignore.”

“But what does it mean? I travel to the supermarket. I travel to my mailbox. I trav—”

“That’s not what it means and you know it.”

“Fine. Poof! I’m in Paris. And I fall in love with it.” Laura sipped her cocktail. Laughed. “Heck, I’m probably over halfway in love with Paris already.”]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Contemporary Romance: </p>
<p>“It’s a fortune cookie, not a congressional mandate.”   </p>
<p>“It’s a fortune cookie that said ‘you will find love in travel,’” Diana countered, foot swinging with the beat pumping out of the tinny speakers in their favorite dive. “That’s the kind of thing you can’t ignore.”</p>
<p>“But what does it mean? I travel to the supermarket. I travel to my mailbox. I trav—”</p>
<p>“That’s not what it means and you know it.”</p>
<p>“Fine. Poof! I’m in Paris. And I fall in love with it.” Laura sipped her cocktail. Laughed. “Heck, I’m probably over halfway in love with Paris already.”</p>
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		<title>By: Philisha Stephens</title>
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		<dc:creator>Philisha Stephens</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Mar 2013 23:04:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Quickly locking the doors, Rachael props her back against the wall and slowly slides downward to a sitting position.  
“What was I thinking,” she mumbles to herself.  “He could have killed us all.”
It’s midnight, the kids are in bed sound asleep and her husband has just stormed out of the house in a fit of rage.  She sits there in shock hoping that the marriage is finally over but is afraid that he will come back to argue more.  Rachael knew that telling him she didn’t love him was a stupid move.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Quickly locking the doors, Rachael props her back against the wall and slowly slides downward to a sitting position.<br />
“What was I thinking,” she mumbles to herself.  “He could have killed us all.”<br />
It’s midnight, the kids are in bed sound asleep and her husband has just stormed out of the house in a fit of rage.  She sits there in shock hoping that the marriage is finally over but is afraid that he will come back to argue more.  Rachael knew that telling him she didn’t love him was a stupid move.</p>
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		<title>By: Meda White</title>
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		<dc:creator>Meda White</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Mar 2013 22:32:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Genre: Contemporary (Category Series)

Camilla Don Francisco reviewed the form before she went to retrieve her next client from the lounge-- another doctor. Hopefully, this one wouldn’t suggest they play doctor in lieu of the therapeutic massage he’d scheduled. Working on the Love Boat, as the crew referred to it, had high points and low points, none of which involved wave height.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Genre: Contemporary (Category Series)</p>
<p>Camilla Don Francisco reviewed the form before she went to retrieve her next client from the lounge&#8211; another doctor. Hopefully, this one wouldn’t suggest they play doctor in lieu of the therapeutic massage he’d scheduled. Working on the Love Boat, as the crew referred to it, had high points and low points, none of which involved wave height.</p>
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		<title>By: Keith Reimert</title>
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		<dc:creator>Keith Reimert</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Mar 2013 19:18:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hello, the following s an excerpt from my Inspirational Suspense story. Thanks!
A metallic scream split the air as the plane plummeted back to  earth. Its death cry filled the cabin with an ear-piercing shriek from the engine trying, but failing, to create thrust. The panic-stricken pilots  over the controls.
	“It won’t respond,” the pilot screamed, “I can’t get the nose up!”
Danny sat riveted to his cabin seat, his fingers gouging holes into its leather arms. He turned to the window to see the ground rocketing towards him realizing his final moments were upon him. 
“Oh God,” another passenger shouted in a wailing prayer.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hello, the following s an excerpt from my Inspirational Suspense story. Thanks!<br />
A metallic scream split the air as the plane plummeted back to  earth. Its death cry filled the cabin with an ear-piercing shriek from the engine trying, but failing, to create thrust. The panic-stricken pilots  over the controls.<br />
	“It won’t respond,” the pilot screamed, “I can’t get the nose up!”<br />
Danny sat riveted to his cabin seat, his fingers gouging holes into its leather arms. He turned to the window to see the ground rocketing towards him realizing his final moments were upon him.<br />
“Oh God,” another passenger shouted in a wailing prayer.</p>
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		<title>By: Terry Oparka</title>
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		<dc:creator>Terry Oparka</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Mar 2013 19:06:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Lisa’s feet scrunched the gravel that surrounded each campsite. Her flip-flops seemed like the right thing to wear to check out the beach, but now the pebbles skittered over her toes, chipping her 50-dollar pedicure. 
	She was sure that Nathan parked the camper in number 33. 
	But it was empty. 
	She smelled wood smoke and pine needles as she walked toward the rangers’ station.  
	Children in Mackinaw City t-shirts chased each other around the tiny building while a man with a hairy back filled out forms. A woman with a frizzy perm got in line behind her.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lisa’s feet scrunched the gravel that surrounded each campsite. Her flip-flops seemed like the right thing to wear to check out the beach, but now the pebbles skittered over her toes, chipping her 50-dollar pedicure.<br />
	She was sure that Nathan parked the camper in number 33.<br />
	But it was empty.<br />
	She smelled wood smoke and pine needles as she walked toward the rangers’ station.<br />
	Children in Mackinaw City t-shirts chased each other around the tiny building while a man with a hairy back filled out forms. A woman with a frizzy perm got in line behind her.</p>
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