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COLIN, Demon Hunters I

April 15, 2014 | Teaser Tuesday

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Here’s the opening snippet from COLIN:

Unable to resist, Holly darted another peek at her neighbor and met his eyes. She automatically parted parched lips to say hi, then caught herself and averted her gaze. Feeling awkward and more than a little foolish, she slipped into her apartment, quietly closing the door behind her.

There were only four units on each floor. Not speaking to one of her next-door neighbors, especially this drool-worthy man, felt wrong. But he didn’t welcome conversation. He hadn’t been exactly rude. Most of her attempts to get acquainted had met with single-word responses. Even a plate of her still-warm homemade chocolate chip cookies had only received a burning glance and a curt, “I’m allergic.”

After his last rebuff, she’d taken the broad hints to heart and left him alone. A crying shame, because she had to ignore the only single man under seventy in the entire building. Her neighbor was tall, dark, and as tempting as original sin. Although he was plainly not interested in her, she still couldn’t help staring at him every time they met. Even his perpetual scowl didn’t spoil his appeal. If the man ever cracked a smile, then he’d be irresistible. Perhaps that was why he never smiled. A snarky inner voice grumbled about what a huge pain it must be for him to have to fend off the hordes of pushy women who wanted his big hands on them.

Who was she kidding? She just wasn’t his type. There were men who liked full-figured pear-shaped women, and that was the kind of man she needed. Too bad he wasn’t one of them.

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Fan Girl Friday

April 11, 2014 | Fan Girl Friday


The only downside to reading thrillers is the lack of romance.

I haven’t read romantic suspense in a long time having run through my old favorites and been disappointed too often to try new voices.

The craving for a good blend of the two genres grew until I succumbed and took a chance on Maya Banks’ KGI series. Many delightful hours were spent with the Kelly guys, starting with The Darkest Hour. Now I have to wait for Swanny’s story. :sad:

Read any good books lately?

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Contact Form

April 8, 2014 | Fan Friday

One of my 3-D world friends mentioned her feelings were hurt because she’d sent me a note via my contact page and I hadn’t replied. I assured her the message failed to arrive. :blush:

Once back at the office, I tried sending myself a note. No go. So I emailed the talented woman who manages this site at Swank Web Design who quickly resolved the problem.

I have no way of knowing how many messages I missed. If you tried to contact me and were ignored, please accept my apology and write again. I love hearing from readers. :heart:

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Simply Irresistible Review

April 4, 2014 | Fan Friday


Tina from TRS, The Romance Studio read Simply Irresistible!

Here’s a snippet from her gracious review: “I enjoyed this book a lot. Liam and Tiana make a fun couple to watch come together. They both have their own issues that at times work against their relationship and occasionally even manage to bring them closer. But they seemed like real people which I enjoyed. And oh man, Liam is hot. There really just isn’t a better word for him, the mix of super dominant and mortal human with failings like the rest of us just made him even better.”

The entire review is a click away

PS Liam is special to me too! :heart:

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My Muse Likes Pranks

April 1, 2014 | Teaser Tuesday

writer at work a

Minka was a teacher (Warriors’ Woman) Tori was an Army nurse (Warriors’ Wife) when I began work on the third Seduction Mission I considered different jobs for Charlie–social worker, counselor, MMA fighter, but none of those roles had the perfect lock and key fit that needs to happen. After a few false starts, I finally realized she is a cop. Instantly a whole series of story blocks tumbled into place.

Beginnings are delicate things for me. Every aspect has to fit before I can continue because I have to write from A to B to C… Of course setting the story aside to work on another tale makes things even more challenging. Such is life with a contrary muse. :lol:

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Back to the Dystopian Future…Eventually

March 28, 2014 | Fan Friday


The release of Camille’s Capture last month marked six books published in six months. Reader response has been overwhelming. :heart:

I had every intention of returning to the third mech adventure, but Mythos demanded I work on Joon’s story and it’s utterly useless to argue with a Centurion warrior, so Joon’s Temptation is up next.

I’ll need to beg the mechs to forgive me for leaving them on the virtual shelf when I do finally get back to their adventures. :blush:

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Warrior’s Wife

March 25, 2014 | Teaser Tuesday


The immersion in the Seduction Mission series continued with book two, Warriors’ Wife..

Here’s a snippet from Tori’s first encounter with her heroes, Gideon, Marcus, and Homer:

A naked cyborg traumatized Marcus’s eyeballs. Finally a break for his side, the bastard had no armor or anything else blocking the ugly sight. Not exactly a fair fight considering the fucker was unarmed, as long as Marcus didn’t count the leaking gun hanging off the front of his hips and aiming at the triad’s destined mate.

No Mr. Nice Guy when it came to the enemy. He swallowed rising gall and fired. The small weapon emitted an invisible beam of energy. The red line of the laser guide was the only visible clue anything had happened until the beam made contact and disrupted the hell out of the enemy’s cells. He stepped over the twitching bag of parts that used to be a cyborg and searched for Tori. As he edged past a table and a couple of canvas chairs, something clamped around his left ankle.

A second naked bastard with a serious fluid leak croaked, “End me.”

Ick. Marcus was definitely going to have to bleach his eyeballs.

The pleasure is all mine, scum. He kicked loose and discharged the enemy. Mercy killing was better than cyborgs deserved.

He found Tori crouched in a corner of the tent. Her pictures hadn’t prepared him for the real woman. She was insanely small and fragile and her clothes had been ripped to scraps.

“Stay back.” She curled a puffy split lip to hiss at him.

It truly hurt Marcus just to look at her. He squinted, trying to imagine her healed up a little. Lots of dark-red hair and milky-white skin that might be pretty if it weren’t swollen, cut, and so damn bruised. While he continued gaping at her like a clueless droid, her courage reached right out and snatched his heart from his chest.

Fucking cyborg bastards. He was ready to go back and kill them again, slower and much more painfully. He was grateful the enemy team had been such total fuckups that one slender woman had incapacitated two of them. Then he caught a flash of the blade she gripped in her swollen right hand.

Knife fighter, huh? Brilliant weapon choice. Like mechs, cyborgs were pretty much bulletproof. Of course dumb, dumber and dumbest had taken off their armor without binding her or bothering to secure all her weapons.

Note to self—make sure she’s on board with the plan before getting nakey. He liked his big-boy parts right where they were, at least long enough to give her a chance to appreciate his real gifts.

His woman was a true warrior. Didn’t that say it all? If he hadn’t already fallen for her, he would’ve been instantly in love.

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Runner by Patrick Lee

March 21, 2014 | Fan Girl Friday

While indulging in the reading spree I mentioned earlier, I treated myself to a new-to-me author. In this instance I’m very glad I did. This thriller was the best book I’ve read in months. The plot moved seamlessly at a breakneck pace, the characters had depth and credibility that had me rooting for them within the first few pages.

Have you read any exciting books lately?

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Warriors’ Woman, Book one in the Seduction Mission Series

March 18, 2014 | Teaser Tuesday


After revising Camille’s Capture, I indulged in a reading spree. The final stories I picked up prior to recommencing work on the third Mech adventure were the first two installments of the Seduction Mission series. Rereading helps ground me in the fictional world, reminding me of the what’s already happened and what needs to happen next. As I read, I fell in love with Minka and her heroes, Batzorg, Vilmos, and Lorcan all over again. :heart:

Just for fun I’m sharing a snippet from where they first meet in Warriors’ Woman.

Batzorg, one of three, triad unit 341926, crouched and rolled out of the ship before the portal had opened all the way. He zeroed his Annihilator 2300 in on the enemy hurting Minka. Curses filled the silence of his mind when the cyborg turned, keeping her in front of him. The scrap metal piece of scum used Batzorg’s Minka as a fragile, living shield.

Of course Batzorg’s ownership of Minka was not a matter of technical accuracy. The woman had never met him. He had adored her since his introduction to the founders’ biographies as a mech trainee.

She had always been a bigger than life hero to him. Now next to the towering cyborg, she seemed very slight—her delicate frame no match for the powerful enemy gripping her.

Shaken by her fragility, he fought to focus on the current problem. Any distraction, even fear for his dream-woman’s survival, was unacceptable. Her life depended on him. With ruthless calm, he evaluated the battle zone.

They were a dozen meters away. At this range, he hit targets with one hundred percent accuracy, but he had no clean shot.

The triad’s mission remained clear and unchanged—rescue Minka and transport her back to their time where she would be kept safe in suspended animation until she could be reinserted in her own time in a location nearer the California compound with fewer hazards. To avoid altering the course of future events, her memories of him—of all her experiences with the mechs—would be erased.

A mech warrior did not fail, especially not a triad leader. There had to be a way to save her from the scrap metal excuse of a cyborg—not even a weapons specialist. Fortune smiled on the triad in this instance. If the enemy had been armed he would have blown Batzorg to particle dust.

Flipping down his face plate, Batzorg focused the video input receptor to enable his onboard processor to find a shooting solution.

“A throat shot would eliminate the target. The damage to the woman’s head should be within acceptable limits,” the computer’s artificial voice spoke directly into Batzorg’s mind.

Not acceptable to me.

Then Minka slumped in the cyborg’s grasp. With no hesitation, Batzorg locked on the enemy’s neck and fired. His weapon whined. The cyborg’s throat vaporized and the remainder of his helmeted head toppled off his shoulders. A good kill.

Minka slid into the snow.

Batzorg ceased breathing on the sprint toward her. He knelt beside her small body and sought for a pulse. His finger’s sensor on her slim wrist registered her heart rate at one hundred fifty beats per minute. Too fast. Already swelling, her right forearm changed color, darkening to deep-purple bruises. Her lips were too pale. She might have serious internal injuries. The ground was too cold for her. He wanted to hold her and comfort her, but he feared moving her. She needed a full med-scan.

He flipped up his face shield with an impatient yank. Where the hell is two of three, the triad med-tech?

She rolled to her left and used her uninjured arm to prop herself to a half-sitting position. “If you’re not going to kill me, then back off so I can check on Nigel.”

Who the hell is Nigel? Did she know one of the cyborg scum?

“You lost consciousness. You will wait for a medical evaluation.”

“I’m fine. I just pretended to faint to give you a clear shot. Now either help me up or get out of my way.”
In an effective demonstration of her determination, she struggled to her feet in spite of her injured arm. To Batzorg’s dismay, his choices narrowed to restraining her, possibly aggravating any undetected internal damage, or assisting her.

Still reluctant, he helped while he eyed the three dead bodies littering the snow and brooded about which one was Nigel and wondered how long the cyborgs had been with her. Had they lied to her? Hurt her? He wanted to kill all of them again. This time slower and much more painfully. He unclenched his jaw enough to say, “There are no life signs.”

Without a word of complaint about her own wounds, she marched past the fallen enemies. Her steps did not slow.

Batzorg caught up with her in two long strides and watched mystified as she crouched by a patch of dark fur.

Icy gusts of wind blew flurries of snow at them. Her teeth clacked from the cold and snowflakes caught on her thick lashes. She turned toward him with tears streaming from her beautiful silver eyes. “Nigel’s not breathing.”

Her tears made him desperate to ease her distress, but he could do nothing to lessen her unhappiness. This weakness left him uncomfortable and ashamed of his inadequacy—a new experience that triggered an illogical anger. Smashing a boulder or two should bleed off some of his fury, but such actions might frighten Minka. So he gritted his teeth and stayed still. “I regret your sorrow.”

Helpless to alleviate her pain, Batzorg positioned himself to shelter her from the wind and turned up his thermal output to keep her warm.

The patch of fur was an animal, logically her pet. He searched his data bank for information and found a match. A cat. Nigel was her cat. Not one of the damn cyborgs.

He had read every account of her life so many times he had memorized several long passages. There had been no mention of her cat in the founders’ histories. He shifted his considerable weight, uneasy with an inaccuracy in their records. What other vital details had been omitted?

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TEY, Demon Hunters II Review

March 14, 2014 | Fan Friday

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After reading TEY Gaele said, “Tey is, of course, a Dom, yet he is one of those emo-tragedian men: wounded and guilty he doesn’t believe that a mating is in his cards, and does nearly everything BUT walk away to avoid the possibility. But, Miranda’s submission is deliciously developed and detailed: in fact all of the sex scenes are uniquely phrased, timed and detailed with specific phrasing to give readers a visceral sense of the words on the page.”

The complete review can be found here.

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