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2017-10-30

  03:07:00 pm, by

Wishful Thinking - New Editions Now Available

Wishful Thinking - New Editions Now Available

To celebrate Halloween new print and eBook editions of my novella Wishful Thinking are now available.

 

On Halloween night heartbroken Rory casts a spell to resurrect her lost love.

Instead of bringing back her lost fiancé, she summons Gareth, a ne’er-do-well and scoundrel cursed to wander the void forever to atone for his sins.

Rory does everything in her power to send him back, but nothing works. She’s stuck with a sexy, rogue ghost.

 

Excerpt From Wishful Thinking:

The spell just had to work, Rory thought. But it sure didn't look like it was going to. Trying to hold back tears, she watched the photo of Sam burn down to ashes and the last sparks float away on the air. The lock of his hair that she’d burnt left an acrid smell. The clock ticked once, twice. Midnight had passed. The spell hadn't worked. All she'd made was a mess.

A fat tear rolled down her face in spite of her valiant attempts to hold it back. She looked at the pentagram she now had to scrub off the living room floor and the ash scattered around the pyre and sighed. Gaining her feet, she picked up the spell book and started off toward the kitchen to get a dustpan and a sponge.

Around her the air shifted. Not a breeze exactly, more that the air seemed charged like it did before a thunderstorm. The tiny hairs on her arms suddenly stood to attention. She felt a cold draft waft through the loft. Whirling, she turned back toward the pyre.

Only to find a tall blond man standing in the center of the pentagram.

A surprised squeak escaped her lips. She followed it up with a full-fledged scream.

The blond man recoiled from her scream as if she'd struck him. "Now sweetheart," he drawled. "There's no need for all of that."

"Where did you come from?" she demanded, brandishing the spell book like a weapon.

He nodded at the book in her hands. "I believe you summoned me."

"You're not Sam."

"No," he said with a quirk of his lips. "I'm certainly not Sam."

His meaning sunk in slowly. Her spell had gone horribly awry. Instead of Sam, she'd summoned...him.

2017-10-02

  06:17:00 pm, by

On Hallow's Eve Bundle - Now Available!

On Hallow's Eve Bundle - Now Available!

I'm excited to be part of the amazing On Hallow's Eve Bundle with my story PunkinHead.

Celebrate Halloween with these spooky, creepy tales. On that darkest night of the year, when the veil between the ordinary world and the world of scares and imagination fades away, treat yourself to stories that thrill and chill you. Some tales are sweet as candy, some chill to the bone. Are the monsters real? Or just people in rubber masks?

If you're up for a trick and a treat, curl up with these scary stories. Just remember to read with the light on!

Available at Bundlerabbit and other fine ebook retailers!

2017-09-19

  03:25:00 pm, by

Release Day For Tropical Heat!

Release Day For Tropical Heat!

It's release day for Tropical Heat! My new novel is now available from Evernight Publishing.

 

Sydney thinks she’s found the perfect solution to her stalled love life: a Singles Week at a tropical resort. The resort turns out to be everything Sydney had hoped for, except for the accommodations. Due to a hotel mix-up, she’s been assigned a male roommate, Jesse.

Jesse has come to the island to celebrate his buddy’s bachelor party. Problem is: his friend is marrying Jesse’s ex-fiancée.

Deciding there’s still a week of fun in the sun to be had, Sydney and Jesse agree to make the best of it. What neither of them is expecting is chemistry between them as hot as the weather outside.

Just when things are really heating up, Jesse’s ex arrives to tell him she’s considering calling off the wedding.

Will Sydney and Jesse’s relationship survive or will it wither under the tropical sun?

 

Excerpt from Tropical Heat:

The sun lay squashed against the horizon now, becoming redder and bathing everything in a rosy glow. Its warmth diminished slightly, the air becoming slightly chillier. Jesse drew her closer. She leaned into his warmth, letting his larger body block the cool air blowing in off the water. She took another sip of champagne. She lowered her glass, and when she glanced back up, his face was lit by the setting sun, giving him that burnished glow as well. He smiled before lowering his head to kiss her.

He’d had a sip of champagne as well. She could tell by the bubbles still dissipating on his tongue. He kissed her softly at first, a feather-light brush of his lips. Then the kiss deepened, becoming something more. Something yearning, something searching, as if he intended to discover all of her secrets in one kiss.

She kissed him back, intent on discovering his secrets as well. Their tongues tangled together, mingling with the bite of champagne. His warm mouth contrasted with the cool air, a rush of sensation more potent than the wine. She’d been kissed before, but never like this. It was as if he could put all his sensuality into one act. There wasn’t much else they could do here on the boat in front of the captain and crew, but that kiss promised so much more. Images of the two of them tangled in sweaty sheets raced through her mind.

A crew member surfaced to top off their champagne. He gave a short chuckle and disappeared with the bottle. They drew apart long enough to laugh.

Sydney looked back at the crew member’s departing back. “I think we’ve scandalized the crew.”

“I’m sure they’ve seen worse.”

“Really, do you think people—”

“I’m sure they do.”

The sun had sunk below the horizon, but the sky was still alight with crimson rays. The catamaran’s deck lay in shadow now, giving them a blanket of privacy.

“Anyway”—Jesse brushed her mouth again, teasing her lower lip—“it’s starting to get dark. They won’t be able to see anything.”

His mouth covered hers before she could object.

Their tongues tangled together. She ringed her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer together. She felt the warmth of his hand as it traveled up under her tank top until it met the lacy barrier of her bra. Not to be deterred, his long fingers slid beneath the material. She moaned against his mouth and he pulled away long enough to give her a sly smile. As if he’d been caught doing something naughty and had no intention of stopping. His eyes gleamed in the darkness as he waited for her to say something, perhaps to say no. But she didn’t want to say no. She didn’t want him to stop. She glanced behind her, finding the deck empty. The boat still sailed. Nothing but ocean lay between them and the dying rays of the sun. No one to see. They couldn’t really do what she thought he intended for them to do here, could they?

 

 

2017-09-15

  05:24:00 pm, by

Cover Reveal for Tropical Heat

Cover Reveal for Tropical Heat

I'm excited to share the beautiful cover art for my new novel Tropical Heat, due out from Evernight Publishing on Tuesday, September 19th.

 

Sydney thinks she’s found the perfect solution to her stalled love life: a Singles Week at a tropical resort. The resort turns out to be everything Sydney had hoped for, except for the accommodations. Due to a hotel mix-up, she’s been assigned a male roommate, Jesse.

Jesse has come to the island to celebrate his buddy’s bachelor party. Problem is: his friend is marrying Jesse’s ex-fiancée.

Deciding there’s still a week of fun in the sun to be had, Sydney and Jesse agree to make the best of it. What neither of them is expecting is chemistry between them as hot as the weather outside.

Just when things are really heating up, Jesse’s ex arrives to tell him she’s considering calling off the wedding.

Will Sydney and Jesse’s relationship survive or will it wither under the tropical sun?

 

2017-07-06

  05:21:00 pm, by

New Editions of The Vampire Next Door Now Available

New Editions of The Vampire Next Door Now Available

I'm excited to announce that new print and eBook editions of The Vampire Next Door are now available from Amazon and other retailers.

Tori believes she’s found the perfect new house…until she discovers her next door neighbor is a vampire. Delving into his world leads to some very dark secrets.

Excerpt from The Vampire Next Door:

Her neighbor was probably eighty and grumpy. Tori trudged across the grass. Judging by the look of the house, he was already in bed. She hesitated at the front door. It was a little late to be visiting. Tori looked again at the strange red envelope in her hand. Then again it could contain something vitally important to its rightful owner. She might be doing the mysterious Mr. Alexandrov a favor by redirecting his lost correspondence. He might already have seen her loitering on his doorstep. He could already be en route to his front porch to demand what she was doing there. Well, here goes, Tori thought. And rang the doorbell. A huge echoing bong that sounded right out of a horror movie echoed throughout the house.

Blood dripping from his mouth, Rudi looked up from his dinner. Now what? First he'd been tormented all day while he tried to sleep and now some idiot disturbed his repast by leaning on his doorbell. His hand gave an involuntary spasm. Blood squirted from the bag he'd punctured, soiling his hopelessly creased pajamas. He looked down in disgust at the blood he'd spilled. He simply couldn't answer the door like that. It was probably someone trying to sell him something anyway. Someone taking advantage of the long hours of summer daylight by annoying him into the evening. He chose to ignore them.

Receiving no answer, Tori rang the doorbell again. She peered through the etched glass on the door into the cavernous darkness inside. The place looked as gloomy as a tomb. Perhaps no one was home. But as she was about to turn away, she saw a flicker of light near the back of the house. Maybe they just hadn't heard her.

The narrow alleyway between the houses couldn't be more than two and a half feet wide. And in the deepening shadows it appeared downright sinister. But it was the fastest way to the rear of the house. She stepped into the darkness, feeling her way with the tip of one sandaled foot. It was like stepping into a tunnel. She felt the press of old brick mere inches from her shoulders. The old cobblestone beneath her feet felt cool and damp, as if the sunlight never reached this narrow space, even in the summer. Choking down an overwhelming sense of claustrophobia, she kept walking. Darkness cloaked her completely. Within a few feet all she could see was a spattering of streetlight from a neighboring street. Tori quickened her pace and tried to keep from screaming.

Suddenly, the alleyway belched her into her neighbor’s yard. She dragged in a breath of cool evening air. A glance at the sky showed a dusting of stars. She turned toward the wan light coming from the kitchen window. Mounting a set of rickety old stairs, she raised her hand to knock on the back door.

A glimpse through the window froze the breath in her throat

She stared unbelievingly, trying to make sense of the scene unfolding before her in her neighbor’s kitchen

Set against the glare of a candle hunched a dark haired man. Tied with a leather thong, his hair trailed down his back, thick like a horse's mane. He wore some type of loose shirt that draped exquisitely over a muscular chest. Dark brows framed even darker eyes. His straight nose gave him a serious expression that warred with his full sensuous lips.

But it was the pointed incisors peeking out from within those full lips that stole her attention. She watched, spellbound as he plunged those sharp teeth into something dark and squishy looking. Sucking sounds escaped from a window slightly ajar to catch the evening air. It took Tori a moment to recognize the thing in his hand. The last time she'd seen a plastic bag with a little tube at the end was…when she'd given blood two weeks ago.

Her eyes widened. She sucked in a convulsive breath.

Sensing that small movement, her neighbor turned toward where she stood shrouded by the shadows in his backyard. His eyes caught the candlelight and glowed red.

Tori's scream burst free.

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Blood absorbed Rudi’s senses. Thick and coppery, it slid down his throat, blocking out everything except his hunger.

A piercing scream jolted him back to awareness. He suddenly realized he was sitting in full view of the back door hunched over a bag of blood like a hungry hyena. His head shot up, searching for the source of the intrusion. More blood pooled on his lower lip, then dripped down his chin to splash in his lap, staining his pajamas further. Another drop of it hit his ceramic tile floor with a splat. Rudi swore eloquently under his breath.

Just when he thought the evening couldn’t get any worse, the woman in his backyard screamed again.

No matter, Rudi thought, gathering his wits. He’d capture the screaming maiden, hypnotize her and wipe all memory of his transgression from her mind.

Intending to do just that, he leapt from his chair, overturning the antique and ignoring its clatter to the floor. He wrenched the back door open and fell upon the damsel in distress.

With lightning speed, he seized her in his vice-like grip. She was pretty enough, he thought absently. Hair dyed the color of old blood by the wan light of the moon spilled over her shoulders. She wore only a dust-smeared t-shirt and shorts. In her hand she clutched a crimson envelope. He recognized his own address scrawled on the front.

Oh no. This couldn’t be his new noise-polluting neighbor, could it? All the more reason to hypnotize her quick.

He glared down into her wide, terror-stricken, gray eyes. She squirmed in his grasp, further heightening his hunger. He tightened his grip. She whimpered.

“Please don’t hurt me. I didn’t see a thing.” Then, realizing what she’d just admitted, she added, “I promise I won’t tell a soul.”

Rudi increased the intensity of his stare. She stilled in his arms, waiting. But her gray eyes were aware, wary.

And she was staring straight at his fangs and his blood-smeared mouth, taking it all in despite his attempts to hypnotize her.

But he simply had to wipe her mind. He couldn’t have her living next door to him, a mere two feet away, knowing what he was. She was still watching him with those wild, terrified eyes. Damn, he hadn’t meant to frighten her, just to abort her imminent discovery.

He pitched his voice comfortingly low and said, “You are feeling sleepy.” Carefully, he watched her.

Her bottom lip trembled. “No, I’m not. I swear, I’m wide awake.”

Rudi frowned in annoyance. His tongue flicked out, sponging the blood off his chin, so she wouldn’t be distracted by it. “Yes, you are,” he insisted in that calm, inflectionless voice. “You’re getting, very, very sleepy.”

She fell silent and for a second, he thought he’d succeeded. Then she asked incredulously, “Are you trying to hypnotize me?”

Rudi sighed in exasperation. He was Vampire, Lord of Darkness. He shouldn’t have to endure this humiliation. “No,” he snapped. “I’m not trying to hypnotize you. But you are getting drowsy. Your eyelids are getting heavy. You are feeling very relaxed.”

Annoyance flashed in her eyes. “No,” she insisted. “I am not.”

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