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A Taste of Scarlet Cover Reveal

January 3, 2014 | Teaser Tuesday

Treeland Pack I 500 X 666

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Coming Soon COLIN: Demon Hunters I

December 10, 2013 | Teaser Tuesday


Here’s the blurb:

Holly loves her job as a private nurse, but the ill and injured offer little chance to explore her secret longings, especially not for a submissive seeking a master worth risking her heart. When she braves the exclusive La Ceinture Noire, a mysterious dom takes charge of her. She never sees his face, but she’ll never forget his powerful mastery.

Demon hunter, Colin avoids the sweetly submissive nurse next door because she doesn’t deserve to be drawn into his nightmare world. No one does. All he has to offer her is pain and heartbreak. He damn near hurts himself by tripping over his own tongue when he spots her in red lace lingerie at the club. After a too brief interlude with the enchanting little slave, he comes to his senses, and alters her memory of their encounter before leaving.

But there’s more to Holly than he suspects. For openers, she’s immune to his mind games. He can’t erase her memories without serious damage and he can’t bear to hurt her. The more she learns about him, the greater her jeopardy. How can he keep her safe?

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Colin: Demon Hunter I Coming Soon

December 3, 2013 | Teaser Tuesday

coming soon

COLIN, the first of the Demon Hunter series should be out this month. I’m excited to give readers a second chance to meet some of my favorite characters!

The demon hunters operate out of La Ceinture Noire, an exclusive fetish club located on Treeland’s east side. Set in the same story verse as the Treeland Pack tales, but on the darker, kinkier edge of the city’s nightlife. :wink:

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Simply Irresistible Excerpt

November 19, 2013 | Teaser Tuesday



“Looking for this?” A deep voice startled her. She forced herself not to run.

He held up her membership card and strode closer. “You must have dropped it leaving your rig.”

He prowled toward her with the easy grace of a natural predator. She watched his approach with the wariness of cornered prey, hating herself for being constantly scared. She glanced at his dark hair, closely cut and still damp from a shower. Her gaze raked past a noble brow to the aviator shades shielding his eyes. He was everything that scared her and everything she wanted. He offered plenty of other manly scenery. A bladed nose, a luxuriant mustache and full, sensual lips led her to a square chin. She’d never cared much for facial hair on a man, until now. She couldn’t decide if it made him look more dangerous or just hotter. He wasn’t anywhere close to pretty—his features were all hard angles—but he was devastatingly, utterly alpha male.

He ran his hand over the damaged bumper. “I know someone who can pound this out. A little paint, some buffing and you won’t be able tell anything happened. Do you want his number?”

“This is the first time I’ve driven the truck…” Emotion choked her for a couple of seconds. She shook her head in frustration. Stupid to let such a tiny thing upset me. I’m not dead or injured. Bumpers cam be repaired or replaced. I’m not letting some rage-aholic ruin the rest of a wonderful evening.

Anxious for him to see her as appealingly compliant rather than a helpless woman, needing him to rescue her, she downplayed the hit and run. “Stupid to be so upset over a fender-bender.”

Objectifying the sex god beside her was a much better option than reliving her close call with the tailgater from hell. He’d crouched to examine her truck, putting his head level with her waist. She still felt dainty in comparison. When he stood she admired more of him. Below his bronze jaw, a strong neck broadened into broad shoulders. A black, open-neck polo shirt covered his wide chest and tucked into the flat waist of pressed khakis secured by a supple black leather belt. His legs were long and strong. The casual slacks covering them broke over a pair of gleaming loafers.

He stood and crossed his arms. A frown made his harsh features more intimidating.

Clearly she failed to respond to whatever he’d said. She’d been so busy gaping, she couldn’t recall a single word.

He moved nearer—much too close for her sanity. Her heart accelerated and her skin tingled. She breathed in a hint of sandalwood, cloves and clean, musky male. His overwhelming presence held her in place. Was she frozen from fear or the desire to surrender to his rough mercy?

He stopped. His chest almost touched her breasts. He slid the shades down, peering at her over the top of the tinted lens. Eyes darker than a moonless midnight sky met hers. Power shimmered from him like a force field.
Tiana hadn’t seen him at the club before, but he defined Master.

“Thanks.” She held out her hand for her security card.

He traced the diagonal mark where the safety strap had marred her bare shoulder and the tender swell of her upper breast.

His touch caused an ache entirely separate from the soreness of her bruises. His gaze followed his knuckles, burning right through her skin, seeing far more than she was ready to expose.

Her reaction to this stranger shook her fragile faith in her own judgment. She straightened her spine. The extra quarter inch she gained made her at least five-eight without the adorable blue sandals. The heels brought her eyelevel with his jaw. She lifted her chin. Strength comes in smaller packages too, big guy.
The blend of his subtle aftershave or cologne and his own healthy male scent flirted with her nose, intoxicating her and accessing some interior hormone factory. A yearning for him to correct her defiance and take control flooded through her.

She was hyperaware of his proximity, her freshly waxed pussy, the constriction of her corset and tiny thong beneath her light sundress and her heart rate accelerated. Her tongue seemed glued to the roof of her mouth. She focused on a tuft of black chest hair visible in the open vee of his shirt. She lowered her gaze only to lock on well-defined biceps and brawny forearms. His nearness held her as rapt as a star-struck teen in the presence of her idol.

When his blunt-tipped fingers didn’t release the plastic card a spark of daring made her tug on the edge.
He held tight.

She pursed her lips. “Give me my card.”

“Did Master Lewis fail to teach you how to speak to a Master?”

“No Sir.” Her defiance wilted under his disapproval. Of course he knew Master Lewis and would probably report her lack of respect. She could look forward to some diabolically creative punishment. Awesome.

“Please give it to me, Sir.” She tugged again, trying to retrieve the small rectangle. Their fingers met. A frisson skittered along her synapses from the point where they touched. She wavered on her fragile heels as a wave of potent sensual awareness engulfed her.

He steadied her with a broad palm on her hip.

She stilled, staying as mum as a turnip.

He gently lifted her chin, tacitly encouraging her to meet his gaze. “Are you okay?”

His hand was warm and calloused, making her wonder what this powerful man did when he wasn’t overwhelming innocent women. The kindly crinkles at the corners of his eyes bolstered her courage. “I’m fine. Please let go of me, Sir.”

“You’re very beautiful and very new.” He didn’t release her.

She dropped her eyes again and nodded. Too late she realized the dip of her head made it seem as if she agreed with his ridiculous compliment. Her cheeks heated.

“You must be new to the lifestyle as well to blush so prettily.”

The warmth from his hand left her face, leaving her slightly chilled. Heat flooded back as he brushed his knuckles along the side of her neck, across her shoulder and skimmed down her arm.

She wasn’t all that new, but she didn’t trust herself to manage a coherent explanation. There was nothing overtly sexual in his barely there caress, yet he’d captured her completely. Her nipples ripened into hard berries of need and shocking cream dampened her bare pussy.

“You may call me Sir, or Master if you prefer. And your name is?”

There was no reason not to tell him her name. He could learn it easily enough by asking Master Lewis or Master Guthrie. This weekend she was moving to Sterling Falls with a population 3,627, so it wasn’t likely she would run into him outside the Crucible. “Tiana, Sir.”

“A beautiful name for a lovely submissive. You aren’t going anywhere in a hurry. Not while I’m enjoying holding you. You’re going make someone a sweet slave.”

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Simply Irresistible Blurb

November 12, 2013 | Teaser Tuesday


Here’s the blurb:

Tall, dark and dominant Liam meets, small, wary and submissive Tiana, they’re two sides of the same coin—a perfect match, right? Not even close.

Tiana isn’t as untried as she seems. She’s determined to reclaim her life—hopefully including plenty of kinky sex—as soon as she can find a Master she can trust. Liam is the perfect man to show her how hot total surrender can be. But with Tiana toting around a designer set of damaged baggage and Liam refusing to admit to his own issues, it’s going to be a tough sell.

Their immovable barriers aren’t the only things keeping them from hot, sweaty nights. When a stalker gets dangerous, the lack of trust between them will not only threaten the future Tiana wants…but possibly their lives.

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Simply Irresistible, Coming Soon!

November 5, 2013 | Teaser Tuesday


Ellora’s Cave has it up already! The book is releasing November 22.

Here’s the link to check it out!

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A Scarlet Past Release Day

October 29, 2013 | Teaser Tuesday


When I wrote A Taste of Scarlet Scarlet’s traumatic history, especially her mother’s tragic death was crucial to understanding Scarlet. While I needed to know about her sad past, I didn’t want to explore it in depth one the page. Also, I wanted to balance the pain with the story of her parents’ romance, because their love was worth celebrating. :heart:

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A Scarlet Past Excerpt

October 25, 2013 | Teaser Tuesday


Rain poured out of the sullen sky. Two feral werewolves were already on the ground, bleeding out. Fortunately for him and the curvy bitch fighting, rogue packs were notoriously undisciplined. This group was no exception to the rule. Three of the lumbering males circled a fragile doll in human form. Every single one of the crazed dogs panted with arousal, their sick excitement polluting the night air. One of the circlers got impatient and charged her back.

Fergus leaped, knocking the charging male down. By rolling, he exposed the enemy’s belly. He used his own powerful hind legs and ripped through the feral dog’s stinking hide at the same time as he bit a big hole in the wounded male’s jugular.

He shook off the foul blood clogging his nose and scanned the scene, frantic to find the doll. He locked his eyeballs on unmistakable curves. She’d hamstrung one rogue and waltzed past with the last mobile enemy.

His heart stuttered with fear. The brave little bitch was way too delicate for this kind of fight. While he watched, she wielded a silver blade with graceful expertise, her movements quick flashes yet always controlled. She danced, nicking the enemy, and staying just out of the slower male’s reach. She stayed cool, not rushing into any hasty moves and waiting patiently for the horny rogue to make a fatal mistake.

Even in human form, the Alpha bitch looked as good as she smelled. Generous breasts balanced a full bottom. In between the lushness, a slender, supple waist twisted as she parried with the crazed male. Her hair glinted a deep red, ivory skin shimmered in the moonlight, and plump lips parted, baring pearly teeth in a tight smile at the foaming-mouthed rogue.

Watching her made Fergus’s own sorry hide feel too thin—too much like one of the poor, sick males. He itched for a caress from those delicate hands. The gut-twisting craving reminded him how touch starved he was and how close to madness he’d come.

Determined not to fail her, he ignored his hunger and paced downwind of the fight. Finally sinking to the ground with a grunt of grudging admiration, he let the rain roll off his thick fur and settled down to enjoy the show. The drizzle plastered her thin dress to her provocative curves, improving the scenery.

Meanwhile, she polished off the wounded rogue and kept the snarling mover at bay. As distracting as the wet cloth made her, Fergus stayed alert, ready to spring to her aid if she needed help. At the same time, he fumed about the kind of mangy Alpha who’d let this sweet little doll roam the night alone. After they’d finished up here, which was going to be a challenge with the body count she’d piled up, he planned to tear her pack leader a new asshole.

His plotting came to halt. She was panting for air and the rich scent of female blood pinched his snout. She kept one arm pinned to her side. The damn rogue had hurt her. How the hell had he missed that?

His snarl ripped the air during the short flight to the enemy snapping at the female. Fury obliterated his fatigue and aches, fueling him with extra strength. He bit down on the rogue’s neck, locked his powerful jaws, and shook the worthless dog until he went limp in his teeth.

He dropped the dead enemy and turned to check on the brave little bitch.

She watched him warily from a fighting crouch.

Hard as it was not to keep from gawking at her magnificent, heaving breasts, he forced himself to meet and hold her beautiful eyes.

From the edge of his vision he saw blood trickle from the gash in her side. How badly was she wounded? Why didn’t she shift to heal faster? A rumble of irritation escaped him as he closed the distance separating them.

With stunning speed, her silver blade flashed, nicking his chest. The small cut stung like a whole swarm of bees.

As he backed off, a sneeze cleared the stench of rogue out of his snout and he caught a good whiff of her. The intoxicating honeysuckle fragrance prickled with notes of anger, pain, amazing command, and seductive female challenge.

He moved in more cautiously. The bitch wielded a wicked knife, and she was pissed. None of that changed the fact she was hurt. He had to help her.

When he sidled nearer, she brandished her blade and edged away from him.

Rogues couldn’t shift. So he did. It was the only thing he could think of doing to reassure her that he was one of the good guys.

Her eyes widened to saucer size. With no warning, not a single damn tell, and way too much accuracy, she threw the knife.

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A Promise of Amber Cover Reveal

October 15, 2013 | Cover art,Teaser Tuesday

Treeland Pack II

This is one of those happy times when I found models who matched the characters in my head. Have I mentioned lately how much I love this story? :heart:

It’s already live on Amazon!

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A Scarlet Past Cover Reveal

October 8, 2013 | Cover art,Teaser Tuesday



Retro cover coolness!

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