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Coming Soon COLIN: Demon Hunters I

December 10, 2013 | Teaser Tuesday

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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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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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Colin: Demon Hunter I Coming Soon

December 3, 2013 | Teaser Tuesday

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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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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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Tinkering with cover art

November 26, 2013 | Real life

In between edits for A Scarlet Past and Simply Irresistible , I’ve been working on Joon’s Temptation, which turned into a much bigger project than the light edit I’d imagined. :shocked:

Naturally, after a week of agonizing over important points (a week on Enyo is four days long instead of the three I mistakenly thought) I did the sensible thing and set the story aside until after the third mech adventure is complete. Instead I fell into the seductive trap of redoing covers. One of the fun aspects of indie releases is the ability to change covers, text, just about anything without interrupting availability. :cool:

After much deliberation I added a green outline to the text for Dalila’s Choice. Uh, probably not visible. :blush:

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Here’s the softer French Script version:

Dalila French Script

Whatcha think?

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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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Simply Irresistible Excerpt

November 19, 2013 | Teaser Tuesday

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Excerpt:

“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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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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Simply Irresistible Blurb

November 12, 2013 | Teaser Tuesday

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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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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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