Archives for 2014

Up for Preorder: BEAUTY

The second Midsummer Suspense Tale (longer this time–category romance length) is currently up for preorder at Kindle, All Romance eBooks, Kobo, Smashwords, iBookstore, and Nook.

The ebook is set for release January 23. The paperback is now available on Amazon.

The preorder/January price is $2.99. February 1, it’ll go up to $3.99 due to the length of this one, so get it next month early if you can!

This is Bryar Rosing’s story, loosely based on Sleeping Beauty. Fingers crossed that Snow White’s will follow in a few months. Right now I’m working on finishing The Book of Love, however–more news soon!

She doesn’t know the danger coming for her
wild child Bryar Rosings was raised in the country by her aunts, isolated from
the world at large. Her birth family remains a mystery to her, secrets kept
hidden away to prevent a dangerous foe from locating her. Still she longs for a
life outside of Midsummer and finally plans to make her big getaway just as
soon as she has the money saved up. It’s not like there’s anything else keeping
her there.
In running away from his life, he finds what
he least expected
pop star Sean Philip Sawyer needs a break from life as much as from his career.
A quiet town like Midsummer, outside the usual vacation season, seems like the
perfect place to forget his past and ignore his future. A chance encounter at a
late night beach party, however, turns up the one thing he never thought he’d
find: a woman who doesn’t recognize him. Bryar arouses and fascinates him in turn,
stirring hope for a future without fame.
But a chance video going viral kicks into motion a
decades’ old grudge that threatens not only their love but their lives. As a
mysterious, powerful criminal known as The Dragon rises, Bryar’s dark past could
spell their end unless Sawyer can save them both.

Books in Print

Just a quick note that my longer titles are currently available in print format.

This includes Cinders, Wild Horses, and Sympathy for the Devil. Future titles will hopefully release in print the same time as ebook when long enough. (At the very least, a long novella like Cinders or a short novel like Wild Horses–anything Sympathy’s length, definitely.)

I’ve had a lot of visitors to the site the past while looking for book updates. As mentioned here, it’s been a really tough year for me and my family, and my health has not been great, so writing unfortunately went to the backburner. I still have a lot in progress and will hopefully have some news for you soon, but I’ve wiped everything off my plate for 2014 and should be back with new releases in the new year.

Thank you so much to everyone who purchased up Cinders and continues to seek out my backlist. Your support is what draws me back when I’m tired and feel like closing up shop for good. I’ll endeavor to deliver more stories for you that I sincerely hope you’ll enjoy as much as I do.

If you want to be notified about new releases, I have a mailing list for that. You can also follow my Facebook page and you’ll find me on Twitter.

Coming Soon: CINDERS (& Other News)

Well, it’s been seven months since I’ve had a new release.

I have a lot in progress and I was hoping THE BOOK OF LOVE would be out by now, but it’s not just books on my plate; there’s a lot going on at home, a lot of changes, losses in the family, and a long novel is really tough for me right now.

Then along came CINDERS.

It’s the first of a few interconnected romantic suspense tales–entirely contemporary, no paranormal–very loosely based on fairy tales. Writer friend Darien Cox (if you’re into M/M you must check out his books) encouraged me to go for it and I’m having a blast. The next one, BEAUTY, will follow soon (hopefully). From there, it’ll depend on sales to see when I can get some work in.

And that, there, is the reality of things. Some books sell well.

Some don’t.

STRAY CAT STRUT was originally scheduled to be written and released by Feb/Mar, but CAT SCRATCH FEVER didn’t sell well enough for me to take the time off of work to write the next novella, hence seven months between releases. I’m hoping the Midsummer Suspense Tales will buy me a bit of time to complete some projects, including Cats & Conjure. If you purchase my books, thank you so much, and I’m sorry for the delay but I’m doing the best I can.

CINDERS is currently with my editor and I’ll update soon with release details. Although it’s a longer novella–37 000 words, or 120 pages or so–and not a full long novel, there’s a chance I might do print as well (I *really* want a set of the Midsummer covers on my shelf).

The sad girl he never forgot… 

Things haven’t been the same since the death of Gina Cassidy’s father. It thrust her under the rule of her cruel stepmother and turned the family bakery into something unrecognizable. But now Gina’s an adult, not a frightened child, and she has a plan: figure out what secrets her stepmother has been hiding and how it relates to her father’s death once and for all.

The complication she doesn’t need but desperately wants… 

When wealthy, reformed troublemaker Brennen Prescott weaves his way into her life, her desire for a different future—her desire for him—can’t be denied, even if it upsets the fragile balance around her. But getting close to Brennen puts more than her carefully laid plans in jeopardy: his life will be in danger if she can’t unravel her own dark family secrets in time to save him.


What I’m Working on: THE BOOK OF LOVE

New book for the new year!

I worked on Cats in Heat and Cat Scratch Fever back to back and really needed a genre break, so I’ve jumped into a contemp erom with both suspense and some humor aspects. It’s exactly what my brain needed and I’m having a tremendous amount of fun with it.

Read on for the blurb and a random excerpt (which is a first draft–apologies for any typos). Everything from the blurb to the excerpt to even the title is subject to change, of course.

Romance editor Janaeh Forrester is a problem solver. A Jill of all trades, she’s worked in all aspects of publishing and no challenge is too big for her to overcome. It’s this reputation that leads her new employer to send her after the elusive Delilah Daniels, their top selling romance writer, who won’t deliver her latest manuscript and made the last editor quit.
But “Delilah” is nothing that Janaeh expects. It’s the pen name of Carter Daniels, a thirty-something man as sexy as he is arrogant and frustrating.
Six months have passed since Carter’s divorce was finalized and writing happily-ever-afters seems like a lie he can no longer tell. When Janaeh shows up at his door with a schedule in hand and threats to take back his advance if he doesn’t meet his deadlines, he assumes it’s a joke. But his attractive new editor is there to see that he finishes the book, driving him mad with both irritation and desire.
Her presence stirs up something far more sinister, however: Janaeh is directly in the path of Carter’s more fanatical followers, and someone will stop at nothing to get her out of the way.

Carter was roused from a fitful sleep by the
shrill alarm blaring in his ear.
He groaned, pulled the spare pillow over his
head, and tried to drown the noise out and go back to sleep.
Then he remembered he didn’t have an
Before he could move the pillow, it was
jerked off his head. Carter growled and rolled over, blinking against the
bright yellow sunlight stabbing his eyes.
Sunlight. Through his windows. Why the hell
weren’t the curtains drawn?
He squinted, his sleepy brain slow to catch
up to his eyes as they scanned the bedroom. A figure stood over him, holding
the pillow that had been his refuge when that “alarm” went off. His gaze
traveled up, over shapely legs and curvy hips clad in a turquoise skirt that
hugged without clinging, over white silk camisole with a lacy scooped neck that
teased a hint of cleavage.
And his eyes sort of just…paused. Right
there. Because he couldn’t remember the last time he saw cleavage hanging over
him in his bedroom, and in the hazy moments after being abruptly woken, it was
difficult to force his gaze up.
The editor, Janaeh Forrester, tossed the
pillow down on him; it wasn’t heavy but he let out an “oof” nonetheless as it
connected with his chest.
“You’re still in bed,” she said sharply.
Carter blinked. Oh God, the alarm was her
. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, yawned, and let his arm flop over
the pillow at his chest. “Not now, thank you very much. Why, what time
is it? Wait, why are my curtains open? How the hell did you get in my
goddamn house—get out!”
Instead of honoring that last request, she
turned and seated herself in the mission rocking chair near the window a few
feet from the bed. Her hair was once again pinned up and she sat there prim and
proper, dressed like she was in an office and not his goddamn house. She
even wore a pair of black high heels. Pretty in that effortless way some women
were; he didn’t think Janaeh spent hours in front of the mirror in the morning
or worried about her shade of lipstick like Leona used to. She was put together
and professional, but natural.
And he had to stop thinking about how pretty
she was, especially with the way she was all but glowering at him.
“The answer to your first query is that I’m
still waiting to see your work in progress,” she said in a steady, though
irritated voice. “The second, it’s nine-thirty—”
“Jesus Christ, in the morning?” he
broke in.
Her sharp dark brown eyes gave him a look
like he was an idiot. “Obviously.”
Screw it, he was going back to sleep. Carter
rolled over and let his face sink into the pillow, groaning. “Go away,” he
mumbled against the feather-stuffed fabric.
“Third,” she continued, undaunted, and if he
was being entirely honest, her voice didn’t sound like a shrill alarm—it
sounded warm, rushing over him like he sank into a relaxing bathtub of hot
water. “The curtains are open because it is nine-thirty in the morning
and time to get up. Fourth, your housekeeper let me in.”
Jean Marc. Carter thought long and hard about
firing the man but then he wasn’t sure who else he’d find in town to put up
with him. Not that he was a terrible employer, but he was snarly pre-coffee in
the morning—well, afternoon—and he preferred a housekeeper he wasn’t fazed when
he was a grouchy prick.
“Get out of my room,” he mumbled into the
pillow, unsure if she could actually make out the words or not.
“Get me your manuscript,” she returned
Goddamn it.
He rolled over again and glared up at the
ceiling, the sheets cutting over his lower torso and tangled around his legs.
“Go put a cup of coffee on.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Daniels, but did you miss the
part where I am not the hired help, but your editor? If I wanted
to be bossed around by unruly writers, I’d go back to slush reading.”
He sucked in a breath and resisted barking at
her. “Please can you put on the pot of coffee. I move faster at the
crack of dawn when I’m caffeinated.”
“It’s not the crack of dawn, it’s
“I was up until four.”
“If I leave, you’re going to roll over and go
back to sleep.” Her chin lifted, arms crossed at her breasts, and she gazed
steadily at him. “I’m not going anywhere until I’m sure I don’t have to throw
another pillow at you.”
Fine. She wanted him up so badly? He’d get right on that.
Carter sat up, his muscles twinging from
awkwardly tossing and turning all night, and swung his legs around the edge of
the bed so his feet hit the cool hardwood floor. He brushed the sheets aside
and stood facing Janaeh.
Her mouth dropped open, eyes went huge, and
for a moment she stared before her hand clamped over her face. “Oh my God, where
are your clothes
“This is how I sleep.” He braced his hands on
his hips, taking a tremendous amount of delight in her squirming. “If you have
a problem with seeing me naked in the morning, stay the hell out of my
Her fingers moved slightly, as if to check
his position in the room, and then she squealed and bowed her head with her
hand still cover her eyes. “Please, for the love of God, put some pants on.”
“Go put a pot of coffee on and I will.”
She kept her head down, grasped the arms of
the chair, and stood shakily; unfortunately, the rocking chair did as it was
made for and rocked. It threw her off balance and she stumbled.
Without thinking, he darted forward and
caught her elbow as her arms flew outward, keeping her from tumbling to the
floor. Her heels clacked on the hardwood as she stumbled but regained her
“Thanks,” Janaeh began as she straightened,
eyes meeting his as she stood just six inches away.
Her skin flushed with heat, searing against
his hand that still gripped her elbow. A blush crept up her cheeks as her gaze
swept over him and while he probably should’ve been uncomfortable himself,
something about her embarrassment amused him. Warmth rushed through him and it
wasn’t from discomfort, his heart thudding hard. He was actually smiling,
for Christ’s sake, which was something he rarely did anymore.
And he was having trouble frowning again.
Her throat moved as she swallowed and the
blush hadn’t abated. She seemed to be intentionally holding his gaze rather
than look anywhere else again.
Oh, this was fun.
“Please let me go and put your penis away,”
she said calmly. “I’ll put the coffee on.”
He peeled his fingers back from her elbow and
offered a gentlemanly bow, one she barely saw as she bolted from the room and
slammed the bedroom door behind her.
His skin was still hot as he stared after
her, his cock stirring.
Carter blinked. This really wasn’t
like him. He shook his head to clear it, rubbed his eyes, and started toward
the en suite. Just some temporary blip, he was sure, since he was
sleep-deprived and roused early. A pretty girl staring at him while he was
naked—anyone would have that kind of reaction.
His face fell into a scowl and he grabbed a
pair of jeans and a T-shirt from the dresser drawer on the way to the bathroom.
That would at least teach her to not show up in his bedroom unannounced
in the morning. He hoped.
Or he thought he hoped.

Sympathy for the Devil – Night Owl Reviews Top Pick

How cool is this??

“The combination of the oppressive small town scene, hunt for a vicious killer and developing personal relationships provides an exciting and multi-layered story which held my interest from beginning to the end.”

Check out the full review here.

Sympathy for the Devil is still available for sale in ebook if you haven’t checked it out yet.

Natasha Whitaker is a workaholic, putting in long hours to acclimate herself to the P.I. business in preparation to take over for her aging mentor. But the day after her boss’s retirement doesn’t bring the usual insurance fraud and cheating spouses: instead, a dead body shows up in a startling similar fashion to a home invasion cold case from years ago.

Complicating matters is the return of Devin Archer–estranged husband of the original victim–to Stirling Falls. He was the prime suspect in the first case, though slipped away when there wasn’t enough evidence to prove his guilt. With bodies piling up the same time as his arrival, all eyes in town turn to him once again.

Tash is hired by the brother of the first victim to keep tabs on Devin, a task she eagerly accepts. But she can’t help her attraction to this dark, potentially dangerous suspect, or deny the instant heat between them. Is Devin a broken man still suffering from the loss of his wife, or a cold-blooded killer setting his sights on Tash as his next victim?