Sympathy for the Devil – Night Owl Reviews Top Pick

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“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?

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Sympathy for the Devil–aka Stirling Falls #2–is now available at last! 

You’ll find it in all ebook formats and print at Phaze. I’ll update here with links when it’s at B&N, AllRomanceeBooks, and Kindle.

You’ll find the first chapter and a bit about the book here.


(Note, there’s still time to vote for Maddox at All Romance eBook’s Ultimate Shifter Challenge. Head here.)

The next Stirling Falls book is almost here! The book drops August 13.

This one took a while. It’s a long book and had a lot of threads to pull together, but I’m really rather happy with it. A couple of notes and then I’ll add an excerpt…

  1. It’ll be released in eBook and trade paperback, as Wild Horses was. If you only read in print or prefer it for your shelf, there you go.
  2. The eBook price point will be $1 higher than WH. This is because it’s a longer book. I know a lot of people were unhappy with the length of WH: Cold Cold Winter but that was never intended to be a novel (which is why I tried to include the word “novella” everywhere) and that’s why it was $2 cheaper than WH. Sympathy for the Devil is about 50% longer than Wild Horses, so it’ll be selling for $5.99. (To put this in perspective: Amazon guestimates WH is 198 pgs, based on about 242 words a page; with that as a reference, Sympathy would be 301 pages).
  3. This is more of an erotic suspense novel with less humor than Wild Horses. It also has stronger BDSM elements. Reader discretion is advised.

Ready for the first chapter? Here you go!


Chapter One
Natasha Whitaker ducked through the front
door of Main Street’s Bar & Grill into the din of country music, laughter
and voices chatting, and cues striking balls in the corner pool table. Closed
for usual business though open in that all of Stirling Falls’ residents were
invited in, the bar was hopping with energy and full to the brim with people. Multi-colored
streamers fluttered when people moved and a wall of thick, humid air struck her.
Mr. Holloway apparently didn’t have the air conditioner running—the thing
seemed to die at least three times every summer.

She clutched her purse to her and squeezed
between a pair of heavy-set truckers in a lineup for the bar, ducked under an
arm swinging a stein of beer, and burst through a break in the crowd only to
bump into a very, very pregnant woman.

Her best friend, Danyiah Jackson, turned,
brown eyes wide and startled for a moment before warming. “Yay, you’re finally

Tash hugged her friend in greeting, though
awkwardly with the large baby bump in between them. “Don’t take this the wrong
way, sweetie, but every time I see you, I think you’ve somehow possibly
squeezed more fetuses in there.”

They parted and Dani grinned, rubbing her
hand across her abdomen. “So far it’s just the one but I suspect it’s not
planning on leaving—there’s probably a crib and dresser in there already.” She
wore a white baby-doll style dress with spaghetti straps, the hem falling to
her knees, loose and comfortable. Her long black hair was pinned up, but sweat
beaded her brow—the heat must be getting to her too.

“Do you want a drink or something?”

“Adam’s supposed to be getting me water.”

Tash cocked one thin black brow in skepticism. Dani’s boyfriend, Adam,
doted on her excessively—if he’d been intending to get her something, he’d
already be back. “What happened to him?”

Dani pointed across the bar to where Adam was in a corner arguing with
his boss, Gus, about something or another—the sound of their voices didn’t
carry across the room.

“Something to do with some Tennessee Walking Horses being boarded at the
farm and the owners are idiots—blah blah, the hell if I know what he’s going on

“Sit for a minute and I’ll get you something.”

“Uh…” Dani cast her eyes around the room.

Right, there was pretty much standing room only. Well, the hell with
that. Most of these people didn’t need to be sitting. She spotted a couple of
teens at a table a few feet away—nothing wrong with their legs and none of them
was pregnant considering they were all boys.

Tash grasped Dani’s arm and guided her for the table.

“Really, it’s okay—”

Tash gave her a warning look. “I’m armed and I’m tired. I’ll brook no
argument on this.”

Dani visibly backed off and smiled. “You’re the one with the gun.”

They stopped in front of the table where one boy had his legs stretched
out, feet on the spare chair. He gazed up lazily and gave her a cocky grin.


“Ah, come on, we were here—”

“You’re here in a bar drinking and you haven’t even graduated high
school yet, Tommy.”

“No I’m not!”

“Pro tip, hot shot: Coke does not hide the smell of rum. Nothing


“Do I need to get your father?”

Tommy glowered at her and dropped his feet from the chair with a heavy
thud, loud even over the din of noise in the room. His boots had left a dusting
of dirt on the chair; Tash looked pointedly at the evidence of his footwear on
the seat, then back at him.

He cursed under his breath but nothing she could call him on. Instead
she waited while he swept off the seat with his hand and then stood abruptly,
nodding at his companions and jerking his thumb over his shoulder. The group of
them got up and left.

Dani took the vacated seat, shaking her head and chuckling. “One day,
when my kid’s in trouble, it’s not going to call you, the cool aunt. Oh no,
it’ll come straight home to me because you are so not gonna provide bail

“Oh honey, your kid’s already a lost cause—it’ll be arrested before you
leave the hospital. Now I,” Tash set down her purse next to Dani, “will go get
that drink and try to pretend like I’ve been here for an hour.” She slipped
away from the table, squeezing between patrons again. At least she wasn’t
underdressed by the look of it; everyone around here dressed casual no matter
the occasion, so her dark low-rise jeans and black tank top fit in fine. She
swiped curly black hair from her brow and wedged herself in a spot at the bar.

The bartender was at the other end, rushing to take orders. It seemed
insane they only had one guy working tonight. She frowned as she waited,
drumming her fingers on the countertop. Patience was not something she’d been
born with and she wouldn’t start now. With a sigh she left the bar and headed
around the side, ducking beneath the counter and heading straight for the

“Hey!” the guy at the end called but she gave him her warning look. She
didn’t immediately recognize him but he must’ve known her as he backed off.
“Sorry,” he continued while she retrieved a bottle of water for Dani and bottle
of smoked Scotch ale for herself. “Amy is AWOL and I can’t get in a

“On the guest of honor’s tab,” she said, indicating the bottles, then
ducked back out from under the bar.

Adam Cooper spotted her and headed over, eyes darting to the water and
mouth opening to likely come up with some explanation.

She handed him the bottle of water for Dani. “Go, take this to your
woman before she expires.”

“Where the hell have you been?”

Tash rolled her eyes. “Working. You don’t want to know.” Her back still
hurt from the tree she’d been lodged in for hours waiting for her client’s
husband to show up with his mistress. The good news was she had photos and soon
the other half of her paycheck. The bad news was she nearly missed her boss’s
retirement party.

“They haven’t done the cake yet—they were waiting for you.”

She winced. “I know, I’m sorry. Give Dani her water and I’ll come sit
with you guys in a sec.”

They parted, Adam for the center of the restaurant where Dani waited and
Natasha for the door at the back that said KITCHEN – STAFF ONLY. She wasn’t
staff but, much like the bar, it didn’t stop her from strolling in like she
owned the place. She hadn’t opened her bottle of ale yet but just holding the
condensation-drenched bottle cooled her off considerably.

Shoulder-first, she pushed through the staff door and into the brightly
lit kitchen. One fan spun overhead while another sat on the end of the counter
and turned back and forth, drying the sweat on her skin and blowing her hair.

A familiar person leaned against the counter, holding open a paperback
book with a worn spine—an old Harlequin, of all things, and it caused a bit of
cognitive dissonance, seeing a large, gruff man in old jeans and a
crookedly-buttoned denim shirt reading a romance novel.

“Hey kid,” he said without looking up.

“You hiding?” She strolled over to his side. Gregory Malone, local
private investigator extraordinaire, and her boss and mentor for the past few
years. Though he wasn’t doing anything with his retirement other than fishing and
spending time with his wife, Natasha would still miss him.

Malone waved her off, eyes still on his book. “They didn’t notice.”

She leaned against the counter next to him and unscrewed the cap from
her drink. “They’re gonna notice when I bring out the cake and there’s no one
to cut it.”

He sighed, dog-eared the page he was on, and closed the book. Tash
offered him her ale, which he accepted. “Maybe I can put it off—”

“Nuh-uh, no way. Again, there is cake, sir. Cake. You
can’t put it off once there’s cake involved.”

He took a pull from the smoked ale, then gazed down at the bottle
appreciatively. “Yeah, and Susan’ll be on my case about it. But,” he glanced at
Tash sideways, “you know I’m still here. If you need anything—”

“I’ll be fine,” she promised. And she would, too. She’d been preparing
for this, after all. Long hours, extra cases. Sure, the sign would still read
trusted the Malone name, after all.

Eventually it would be Whitaker. In the meantime, she was basically the
new Malone.

“You head out,” she patted his shoulder, “and I’ll find the cake.” The
heels of her sandals clicked on the tile as she crossed the bright kitchen.


She paused and glanced over her shoulder.

Malone stood tall and when he wasn’t slouching, he looked imposing—a big,
bearded mountain who was like a wall of fleshy denim. But he had a soft heart
and a soft smile, the latter of which he offered her now. “You know there’s no
race. Take a break once in a while. Have fun. It’s even more important when I’m

“I promise I will. There’ll be Dani’s baby to concern myself with and who
knows, I might even date. Maybe. At some point.” Before he could laugh, she
added, “It could happen.”

Malone shook his head, mumbled something she couldn’t make out, and
ambled out of the kitchen.

Tash sighed and continued for the fridge. Honestly, she didn’t see the
big deal. Plenty of men worked long hours and no one said a word. But she was
twenty-seven and suddenly a woman who took her job seriously was cause for
concern? Antiquated attitudes prevailed in town, and while it wasn’t a
surprise, it still burned her a little.

She found the huge white cake inside the fridge. It just barely fit, the
sides narrowly close to brushing icing on the refrigerator walls. For a moment
she stared down at it—a blue lake across the front of it and fishing pole.

Her eyes were wet and heavy, an unexpected swell of emotion rushing over
her. He’d been a good boss, a good mentor. And even though it merely meant he
wouldn’t be working in the office anymore, still, things were changing.

With a sigh, Tash carefully slid the cake from a fridge, knocked the
door shut with her heel, and headed out of the kitchen.




The party was still in full swing but the heat was definitely getting to
Natasha. Adam had taken Danyiah home already, a few of the families had left,
and the noise inside had grown louder, full of raucous laughter and loud music.
She slipped outside, unnoticed, for air.

There wasn’t much to be had outside, the atmosphere heavy and stagnant. She
leaned against the side of the Bar & Grill and wished she could’ve brought
a beer.

A glance at her watch put it at after eleven. Tomorrow was Saturday and
while technically not a work day, she’d be in the office anyway. There were the
last of Malone’s files to sort, the upcoming week’s cases to go over, and a
host of other things.

Main Street was silent, with the whole town mostly closed up even on a Friday
night. There was another bar open a few blocks away, but aside from the thrum
of heavy metal and periodic shouting voices that carried, Stirling Falls might
as well have been a ghost town.

Dirt scraping under shoe treads drew her attention to the left. An alley
bisected Main Street, right by the Bar & Grill. Shadows hid whoever was
there until light at the end of a cigarette flared, briefly showing the figure
of a man before fading. Smoke drifted out.

“Private party?” he asked, and the cigarette flared again. His voice was
deep and rich, edged in gravel—the kind of voice that could give a girl goose
bumps if he said just the right thing.

“Yes and no. It’d be awkward if you didn’t know the guest of honor. There’s
Eight’s over on Prince, though. Follow the noise. Pay extra and they’ll let you
smoke in there, too.”

He blew out more smoke, pale gray floating onto the street. “I should

“Probably.” Naturally nosy, she tried to peer at him as closely as
possible without actually staring. But the shadows were too thick to
make out much other than his height and build—tall and broad. Her lips parted
to say more but a revved engine and squeal of tires drew her focus to her

A dark two-door car halted in the street outside of the Bar & Grill,
double parking on an angle. The driver’s door swung open while the car was
still rocking, engine still running and headlights cutting across the road. A
man flew out of the vehicle, face violently red and she didn’t think it was
from the heat.

As Tash recognized him, she started backing for the Bar & Grill’s

“You!” He thrust his finger forward as he ran toward her. He wasn’t a
terribly big guy but anger had a way of making an average-sized man seem huge. “I’m
gonna kill you!”

She reached for her purse and belatedly realized she’d left it inside at
Gus’s table, which was where her Beretta 92F waited in a holster. “Calm down,

“You were on private property—”

“With your wife’s permission—”

“Invading my privacy—”

“While you were violating your marriage vows—”

He hadn’t slowed, still heading straight for her. Her back struck the side
of the restaurant, the window behind her rattling—the door was three feet away and
now Gordie Martin was too close to avoid, getting right in her face, his
still-pointing finger nearly striking her throat.

“Neighbor’s kid took a picture of you up in the tree outside my window!”

Damn technology. It wasn’t like the good ol’ days in movies anymore—now
people in her line of work were as likely to be recorded as whoever she was
hired to spy on. Gordie’s wife probably could’ve hired the neighborhood kids
with cell phones to film her husband and his mistress, and saved a lot of

“At least any photos of me were G-rated,” Tash offered with a shrug.

His face went redder, which she scarcely thought was possible. Gordie
launched himself at her and she pulled her fist back to punch him.

Instead another body collided with his, grasping Gordie’s wrist and
jerking his arm back. The stranger twisted her attacker around and thrust him
forward, slamming him on the hood of the car.

While she didn’t have her gun, she did have her cell phone in her
back pocket, which she withdrew and began dialing. “Charges of threats and
attempted assault will look great for you during your divorce
proceedings, I’m sure,” Tash said with a dramatic sigh. “Can’t wait ’til this
info goes public.”

Gordie muttered under his breath. When the stranger stepped back, the
other man moved, shoving off the car, casting a glare at Tash, and then
returning to his car.

She kept the phone at her ear until he’d sped off and the car was out of
sight. Well, that was going to go over well with her client—the woman would not
be happy that she’d been made. She’d have to get the photos to her first thing
in the morning—and get paid—before Gordie could explain or apologize

“Exciting times in Stirling Falls.” She ended the call mid-dialing and
returned her phone to her back pocket, then shifted her attention to the man
who had intervened.

His back was mostly to her as he stared in the direction Gordie’s car
had gone. He wore a dark jacket despite the heat, chocolate-colored hair cut
short—it looked like a fresh trim. Caucasian. Little else she could make out. Tash
took a step to the right, casually, angling herself to at least see his profile.
His nose was well-cut and proud, jaw square and a flicker of movement suggested
he ground his teeth. She couldn’t make out the color of his eyes with the
shadow streetlights cast, but they were narrowed, still, on where Gordie had

“Thanks,” she offered as she continued to study him.

He turned, shifting his attention away from the direction Gordie had
taken. The hardness of his expression faded as his eyes settled on hers.

A rolling heat burned under her skin, her heart fluttering with just a
smoldering look. Her mouth was dry. She licked her lips, tried to find her
voice. “Buy you a beer?”

His lips parted to speak when the door to the Bar & Grill opened.
Noise spilled out, as did people. He snapped his mouth closed and turned his
head away.

Natasha glanced over her shoulder to see a couple exiting the
restaurant, arm in arm, chuckling. She swung back, but the other man had left.
A glance both left and right down the street, and she found no sign of him.

Out-of-towners are weird.

Well, she’d just have to buy herself a beer.
With a sigh, Tash headed back inside for one more drink before heading home.


Well, I Who Have Nothing should’ve already been out, but I admit, this one’s my fault–for some reason, this book has been a total pain to come together. I reached a point where I had to say, okay, do you keep beating your head against a wall, or do you move on to something else? Hoping that some distance will help when I go back to IWHN, I decided to work on Sympathy for the Devil, the sequel to Wild Horses.

And this one’s definitely flowing! I’m hoping you’ll get to see it late July or maybe August.

It’s decidedly darker than Wild Horses. The humor readers enjoyed from the first book isn’t really present, as it’s a different couple and therefore a different tone. The suspense/mystery is heightened and is firmly at the forefront, though the sex is still steamy and kinky. It’s a bit of a departure but I’m loving it.

So that’s where things are with me. Afterward, I’ll finish up I Who Have Nothing, update with more details about Cats in Heat, get started on Gimme Shelter (Stirling Falls #3), and go from there.  Longer books do take longer to write, and while I’d love to add a few fun novellas here and there, I learned my lesson with WH: Cold, Cold Winter (I think everyone hated that *sigh*). If I’m quiet, know I’m still hard at work!

The blurb for Sympathy as a refresher:

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?

One final note: my publisher Phaze is having a summer sale. Until September, you can get 20% off everything. Enter the coupon code SUN at checkout. You’ll find a list of my current and upcoming books here.