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Warriors’ Wife Review

January 21, 2014 | Fan Friday

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Just a reminder, Dangerously sexy comes in lots of flavors here’s a review for the second book in my latest sci-fi series :heart:

Eva at The Jeep Diva reviewed Warriors’ Wife and said, “The chemistry between Tori and her triad radiates heat from the first meeting and builds to an explosion of scorching hot sex. The author conveys the emotions and tension in this erotic tale with vivid intensity that makes it easy for the reader’s imagination to picture each and every scene.”

This made me especially happy, because in between releases and revising the backlist I’m feverishly writing the third mech adventure. :blush:

The rest of the review is here.

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A Taste of Scarlet Free!

January 17, 2014 | Fan Friday,Real life

Treeland Pack I 500 X 666

A Taste of Scarlet is FREE today, tomorrow and Sunday, hurry!

Here’s the download link!

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A Taste of Scarlet Teaser

January 14, 2014 | Fan Friday,Teaser Tuesday

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A Taste of Scarlet re-released last Friday. Here’s a snippet that always reminds me how much I love the wolfies!

 

Approaching footsteps thudded, growing louder the closer they came until the sound drowned out everything except the pounding of her heart.

He was back. Scarlet fought an urge to run.

Her inner bitch hummed back to life, startling Scarlet again. A response to the Alpha? There was nothing else it could be. The Omega stretched, arching her back and sniffed appreciatively, all but shoving Scarlet toward the Alpha.

Oh what she wouldn’t give for five minutes of solid communication with her long-dormant wolf.

While Scarlet was distracted by her inner bitch, the beaming Mr. Coleson set her groceries on the counter behind him.

“Sheriff, good to see you. Have you met Scarlet?”

“’Fraid not.”

Sheriff? Didn’t that just put the frosting on her cake? For the first time, she registered the uniform. How to make an Alpha even worse — give him a badge and gun. She turned, making herself meet the male’s gaze.
Blinking to dissipate the power of his stormy gray eyes, she took in his strong nose, heavy brows, and full lips quirking at the corners. Like most Alphas, he was breath-catchingly gorgeous and dripping with sensual charisma. No doubt, he’d worn out batons staving off the local women.

A whiff of his leather, woods, and wild animal sex fragrance liquefied her knees.

“Scarlet walked,” Mr. Coleson said reprovingly. “She needs a ride home.”

“I’ll handle it.” The sheriff unloaded a loaf of Rye, a package of havarti, and bag of chips on the counter, watching her all the while. “Ring me up.”

“Sure thing.” The traitorous Mr. Coleson moved jauntily, ringing and bagging.

Clearly he was oblivious to the tension between her and sheriff, not to mention unaffected by the Alpha’s incredible scent. Good thing too; if he noticed they weren’t exactly human, there’d be hell to pay. She didn’t need more complications.

Despite her effort to stand still, Scarlet fidgeted under the weight of the sheriff’s scrutiny, wishing she could grab her groceries and go, but his steady gaze held her as surely as if she’d been bound and gagged. An image of herself in cruel silver chains with a filthy rag stuffed in her mouth flashed through her mind’s eye, leaving her shaky and nauseated. Her inner bitch’s presence vanished.

The sheriff took both bags in one capable looking hand, cupped her elbow with the other, and steered her out of the store. “Take it easy, Red. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Now he read minds too? No, he’d probably caught scent of her fear. Goddess knew the depressing tang was all she could smell. There was nothing she could do about her telltale odor, but she didn’t have to cower and snivel. She straightened her spine. “Thanks.”

“You here for a visit?”

“Something like that.”

His light grip on her arm firmed until her bones felt the squeeze. He stopped.

Instantly, she regretted evading his question.

“May I see some identification?” His sensual mouth tightened, and Alpha power edged the mild words.

She fought the rising tide of fear at the sharp tone of his suspicion and lost the battle. She looked away from his tight face, unable to meet his eyes, and then darted peeks at him through her lashes. Technically, he’d asked a nice respectful question, but she wasn’t silly enough to believe refusing to answer was a real option.

Tingling licks of flame teased her skin wherever his gaze brushed it; it felt as if he’d actually touched her. While she fumbled for her ID, heat streaked up her neck. Great. The redhead’s curse — an ugly blush was searing her face.

After an age, her clumsy fingers extracted her driver’s license from the leather case

He took the identification and studied it with a stony expression. “Any other picture ID?”

“No. She bit her tongue to keep from adding anything else she’d regret.

“Is this your current address?”

For a second she thought his gray eyes warmed. A wild imagination was so not helpful. Especially not when dealing with Alphas, a sub-species of werewolf totally missing the humor gene. She almost answered yes automatically before she caught the trick in his question. With a lift of her chin, she said, “It’s my permanent address. Currently I’m staying at my grandfather’s place. He left it to me.”

He didn’t answer right away.

“Satisfied?” she hissed like a shrew.

This time, she didn’t imagine the sparkle in his eyes or the quirk at one corner of his surprisingly generous lips, and new hot spots sparked to life in her breasts and between her legs.

“No.” He gave her another long, slow perusal, finally handing back her driver’s license. “Not by a long shot.”

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Review of Simply Irresistible

December 20, 2013 | Fan Friday

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Jacque at The Jeep Diva said: “Smooth, sultry, and sweet. Those are my feelings on finishing Simply Irresistible. This romance is goes down smooth like a well-aged whiskey and warms you up from the inside out. It has all the aspects I love in a romance and I’m sure everyone who reads it will fall in love with the story and the characters as much as I did.”

I’m not even paying her! :blush:

The rest of her five star review is here.

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Second sneak peek from COLIN, Demons Hunters I

December 13, 2013 | Fan Friday

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A glint of pain flashed in her amazing green eyes. The wounded look changed to cool determination so fast he wasn’t sure he hadn’t imagined her hurt. While the idea he’d injured her made him feel like belly crawling was too good for him, there was still no way he could explain why he’d left the club so abruptly, what he’d been doing, or how he’d gotten wounded. The less she knew about him and his world, the better for her safety.

Uneasiness coiled in his belly at the reminder that he didn’t have a fucking clue about how much she knew.

“Either you take it off, or I cut it off, your choice, Sir.”

He might have imagined her hurt, but his sweet little slave made her anger clear.

“Wait here.” He crossed to the bedroom, but she stayed on his heels. Since he didn’t have the energy to put on demon speed, he veered to the bathroom.

She followed him.

“Give me a minute.” He added enough compulsion to make the average sub jump back and kowtow.

Holly flinched, but shook her head stubbornly. “Not while you’re bleeding. Either I assess your injury, or I’m calling 911. Your choice, Sir.”

Worst-case scenario slid into disaster territory. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on how to get Holly out of his apartment without involving human emergency services.

“Please, let me look at the wound. The moment I’m certain you’re stable, I’ll leave. Fair enough, Sir?”
Yeah, she’d softened her tone, but she was still serious, and he was big trouble, because she was fucking irresistible. He nodded, eased off the heavy leather coat, folded it, and placed it on the counter. The dress shirt was already trashed, so he pulled a small pair of scissors out of a drawer and handed them do her.

“Dear God, where all are you cut?”

“My arm, just my arm.” His lips thinned in self-loathing. “Most of the blood isn’t mine.”

Making good use of the scissors, she snipped, peeled away the neatly trimmed sleeve, and then unwound the sash he’d used to stanch the blood loss. At least he’d already stashed his weapons inside his long coat, or she’d be asking worse questions.

“Alcohol wipes, tape, gauze?”

“Left side of the medicine cabinet.”

“You need stitches.” Her pretty mouth tightened with determination.

He shook off her comment. “It’s a scratch.”

“It’s not a scratch. You’ll be lucky to retain full use of the arm. Tetanus booster up-to-date?”

“Yes.” Colin didn’t bother explaining he was immune to human diseases.

She opened the left cabinet door. Her eyes narrowed at the well-stocked shelves. Then she began to select supplies. “Is surgery a hobby of yours, or this kind of knife-wound business as usual for you?”

“A little of both.” The truth slipped out of his mouth.

After she’d scrubbed her hands and forearms way more thoroughly than he would have bothered, she snapped on a pair of sterile gloves with enough energy to make him wince. “Are you a…” She shook her head. “Never mind. I really do not want to know.”

That was the first smart choice she’d made all night. He wisely kept that thought to himself.

“This is going to hurt.” She swabbed his upper arm with Betadine, which stung worse than the rogue’s poison-coated claws.

“The cut goes down to the bone. It really needs stitches. Do you have a local anesthetic?”

“Butterfly tape works fine.” That comment earned him another narrow-eyed glare, but she applied the tape closures and then carefully wrapped his wound in gauze.

He opened his mouth to thank her for the help, and she stuck a thermometer under his tongue. Relief that she wasn’t leaving, yet, kept him silent. Besides, he still hadn’t figured out what to do about her.

Leave her alone was the obvious answer, but he didn’t like it. She didn’t know anything about him other than he was a member of a BDSM club, liked to tie up pretty women, acted like an arrogant asshole, and got in fights. Too bad his covert life was nowhere near that simple.

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Sneak Peek from COLIN: Demon Hunter I

December 6, 2013 | Fan Friday

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The glossy wrapping on the present from her friend Tamara caught Holly’s eye. She gently shut the lid on her old wishes and sparse memories. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth while she crossed to the counter. Tam was determined to introduce Holly to the lifestyle she’d found so thrilling.

Listening to Tam talk about the club and scenes was one thing. Actually attending an event at the exclusive venue would be a much bigger leap. Tam’s role as a Domme fit her like a pair of sterile gloves. But her insistence that Holly embrace her inner submissive just couldn’t be right. Holly was a capable, independent woman. She definitely was not into being beaten or humiliated. Bossed around a little…

The idea of submission seemed much better in theory than actually being ordered to strip by some strange, dominant man. At the same time, she had to admit there might be something to her friend’s theory, because Holly’s cheeks warmed, and her body hummed to life even during her denial.

Am I really a kinky kind of girl?

Holly used a utility knife to slice through the pretty ribbon and slit the paper, then carefully slid a silver box from the wrappings. The embossed initials meant nothing to her, except as a reminder that the gift, like the exclusive La Ceinture Noire, was far beyond her pay range.

Earlier she’d been curious about the present. Now she was reluctant to actually look inside. Perhaps the entire BDSM scene Tam had told her so much about was better kept as a fantasy.

Ignoring the gift for the moment, she retrieved the teakettle. After filling it with water, she set it on the cooktop while she busied herself arranging a Christmas cup and saucer from her collection. She deliberated her choice of blend, finally spooning a mixture of mint, rose, and green leaves into the matching teapot. A sputtering whistle signaled that the water was ready, and she poured a steady stream into the china pot and inhaled the nurturing scent of fresh brewing tea. With the ritual complete, she pulled out the envelope and read the enclosed card.

La Ceinture Noire requests the pleasure of your company at our annual slave auction.
All proceeds from the auction go to the Wagging Tails Shelter.
Friday, December 23rd at nine p.m.
Black tie for Doms and Dommes
Clothing optional for slaves

Clothing optional? Oh. My. Dear. God. Tam forgot to mention the dress code. There was no way Holly was going anywhere in her birthday suit.

Her gaze flew to the box, and she lifted the lid. Under a layer of discreet tissue paper lay a crimson lace concoction. When she pulled it out, the material separated into two garments—a bustier and boy shorts. Wearing the delicate lace lingerie would be better than going naked—but not by much.

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What’s next?

November 29, 2013 | Fan Friday

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The third mech warrior adventure is underway. If the gracious editor approves, I hope it should be available next year.

Here’s the schedule I’ve been struggling with, of course, subject to change :shocked:

December Colin (Demon Hunters I) releases.

January A Taste of Scarlet releases.

February Tey (Demon Hunters II) releases

The order of the next few releases depends on factors beyond my control. :shocked: The third mech adventure, Joon’s Temptation, and a newly revised version of Camille’s Capture are all in the lineup.

Most of the summer and likely part of the fall I’ll be working on the backlist. But I do plan to reissue Duec (Demon Hunters III) in November.

So the first two Treeland Pack Tales, all three Demon Hunter stories, and the Enyo Chronicle trilogy should be available again in 2014!

Then I’m going to take a long winter’s nap. :sleeping:

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Simply Irresistible Release Day!

November 22, 2013 | Fan Friday

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Release days are always a harrowing rush of excitement and nerves. :ermm: Looking at the lovely cover helps, a little…

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Last Sneak Peek at Simply Irresistible

November 15, 2013 | Fan Friday

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Here the final mini-excerpt from the last part of Simply Irresistible. If you missed the first peek you can find it here and the second is here.

She’d failed a direct order and there was no doubt about his displeasure. The steely line of his jaw should have made her quake in her stilettos. Instead, his stern command sent an unholy thrill of lust rippling through her aroused cunt. His demand to strip away the flimsy armor of her clothes was a fair punishment.

The dampness between her legs didn’t obliterate her reluctance to expose her scars. She stiffened her spine. The Master of my heart literally exposed himself before a crowd of his peers. For me.

His unflinching courage in reclaiming her publicly sent ripples of warmth through every portion of her being. She wasn’t such a coward she would shirk obeying him over fear of displaying a few marks on her imperfect body. She held her head high and reminded herself pleasing Master Liam was what mattered.

With deliberate care she unfastened the corset and set it aside. Of course, he did up his slacks as she revealed more and more bare skin.

He watched her with a stony expression that gave her no hint of his mood. After a few seconds of his cold regard she needed another spine-stiffening talk. I belong to this man and he wants my compliance. Nothing else is important.

Nudity still made her face heat. She kept her gaze respectfully lowered, peeking at him through her lashes. The intensity of his expression caused her nipples to pebble.

“Question?”

“May I stand, Master?”

Hundreds of hungry eyes glimmered beyond the glass barrier separating them from the audience. Their stares bore into her bare skin, rasping across her nerves and making it hard to concentrate on Master Liam.

“Yes, just long enough to remove your panties.” His answer came in a graveled rasp, but his steel-trap jaw softened when she called him Master, giving her another dose of hope.

She watched his face for approval and was rewarded with an easing of the tight lines around his mouth as she skimmed the scrap of red satin down her legs with shaky fingers, stepped out of the thong and grasped the back of her left stiletto.

“Keep the heels on. They’ll make you easier to fuck.”

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Second Peek at Simply Irresistible

November 8, 2013 | Fan Friday

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Here’s a mini-excerpt from the middle of the story. Just in case you missed last week’s excerpt you can find it here.

Tiana tugged on his hold. Liam released her. She grabbed her groceries and marched toward the house.

He caught up before she’d gone more than a few feet. “Let me help.”

No actual steam came out of her ears, but temper spots flared on her cheekbones and her beautiful brown eyes sparked with anger. “You’ve already done too much.”

He helped himself to one of her sacks without responding.

Undeterred by his restraint, she continued, “You could have told me you were having my place watched.”

“Thought we covered the subject back in Issaquah.”

“No, we definitely did not. I agreed to one night of surveillance, under duress.”

“Hold on a minute, I did not threaten or force you to accept my protection. You were free to say no.”

“Would you have stopped if I had?”

Okay, she’s got me there. “Probably not.”

She unlocked the front door. “At least you’re an honest bully.”

“I admit to dominant, bossy and overbearing as hell, but I’m not a bully and you’re not intimidated or you wouldn’t be giving me what for,” he pointed out reasonably.

Tiana gave a harsh laugh. “I agree, plus you’re obnoxiously high-handed.”

“Fair enough.” He set the groceries on the counter. “I’ll try harder to keep you informed. I’m concerned about you staying here alone. Will you please humor me by visiting the ranch for a few days?”

“All right, but I’m cooking tonight.”

“Fine.”

“I invited Marcia for brunch Monday.”

“Call her up and change the location. I’ll make myself scarce.”

Her face took on a mulish look. “I just met her. Shootings and staying at my neighbor’s house is way more drama than I want to share with a brand-new friend. Rob and the crew will be here Monday. I’ll fix breakfast for Marcia and come back to your place later.”

Maybe his poker face had deserted him, because Tiana folded her arms. “Either I keep my brunch date or I’m not coming with you to the ranch.”

“Okay, but Taylor is going to cover you.”

Tiana started to shake her head. He cupped the back of her neck, holding her still and nipped her bottom lip. “Your safety is nonnegotiable.”

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