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December 4, 2012
Awesome Readers & Writing Progress
Whaddup my peeps!
First, a great big THANK YOU to my readers. You guys rock and your support has pushed Fierce in Fur up to number 502 out of ALL the ebooks on Amazon. Woo hoo!
In other news, I’m diligently working on Knight Protectors #2-Big Bad Vamp. I’m about 1/4 into the book and am hoping I’ll finish this lovely bit of OMG-funny prose. Tory is kicking ass, getting her ass kicked and having a whole lotta fun in the process.
THEN, I’ll begin work on Deuces Wild. Which, of course, stars our very own, light beer drinking, Deuce.
Have a mwah! day!
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December 2, 2012
Manday Monday 12.3.12
I’ve been a total slackers with blog posting, but I’m jumping back on the “OMG blog baby blog” train. ;) My first post back, of course, is a hawtie. Rawr.
Have a mwah! day!
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November 22, 2012
Not So Black Friday Giveaway
Whee! It’s Not-So-Black Friday. I don’t have much chatting to do because I should be out SHOPPING! I *will* say that Amazon is having a Black Friday week, so hop over there and check out their awesome sales. Because many times, we can sit at home, vegging on the couch while still getting the deals. Make sure you comment to be entered into both my giveaway (five ebooks by moi of your choice) as well as the HOP WIDE giveaway of mad awesome stuffs.
Have a great post-Turkey day!
Mwah!
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November 19, 2012
Edits on Fierce in Fur!
Got my first round of edits back from Chris on Fierce in Fur. Lotsa poking and prodding going on at the moment, but I’ll be shooting it back to him between today/tomorrow. Then, it’s more hurry up and waiting. I’m uber hoping that it’ll be out by the end of November. Whee! THEN, I’m poking at another Knight Protectors, I think. I’m torn between tattooed manlove goodness and bitchtastic Tory getting her smexy on with her own Count Suckula.
Decisions, decisions…
Have a mwah! day!
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November 8, 2012
Autumn’s Harvest – What I Love Most!
Whee! It’s Autumn! Right? I live in Florida, so I kinda suck at seasons since, you know, we don’t have any.
Okay. So, prizes and da rules.
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Now, what do I love about autumn ’cause that’s what this post is supposed to be about? Umm… Warm weather? Sun?
Instead, I’ll let Maya from my Ridgeville Series give you a bit of her wisdom:
“Winter is just nature’s way of saying up yours. My response is telling it to sit and spin. Then I make a great big bonfire to taunt the fuckers.” – Maya Josephs, Prima of the Ridgeville Pride and official hater of all things cold.
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November Update!
Helloooo there!
In new news, I’ve got 28,000 words (116 pages) written on Fierce in Fur and have about 5,000 more words to go. With any luck, I should have this bad boy, er, girl…couple…out just after Thanksgiving. Whee!
After this one, I’ve got a lovely little tattoo furball manlove fun in the works before starting the next Ridgeville. Colored, Collared, Claimed has a sweet man who’s claimed by an oh-so-hunky wolf who can’t get enough of his tattooed mate. Rawr.
Have a mwah! day!
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October 29, 2012
October 25, 2012
Happy Halloween-ie!
Happy Halloween-ie!
Welcome to The Blog Hop Spot’s Halloween Blog Hop! Today I’m giving away a copy of my newest paranormal release, Nibbled by the Vamp.
To give ya a little hint of what you’re getting, here’s ze blurb and an EXCLUSIVE excerpt. Whee!
Wren Minix knew vamps were real. Totally. But mean fairies? Fairies weren’t supposed to be mean! But they are, and she really thought she was gonna become fairy dust if it hadn’t been for the super hunky vampire that saved her. Had she mentioned hunky? And, hey, giving him a little snack in return was no bigs. He helped, after all. Except she wanted one nibble to turn into two and then…oodles. And she’d tell him so…just as soon as she finished tasting all of those yummy muscles.
For three hundred years, Griffin Linch has protected the city of Atlanta as one of its Knight Protectors, a vampire with a cause. Each night he turns other predators into prey and keeps the citizens of the city safe from the bad things that go bump in the night. But it’s one, lush, curvaceous and smart-mouthed human that he’s rescued and can’t get out of his system. She’s it for him. The perfect package… the perfect mate… if only she could keep her mouth shut long enough for him to tell her.
Wren was slow to wake, mind pushing through the cotton and syrup that seemed to surround her head as she was thrust from unconsciousness. Memories, vivid and disturbing, assaulted her…fairy light flying things…fluttering wings…fierce, man-eating, what-the-fuck teeth!
And a savior… God, even as she’d been bleeding in a disgusting alley, she couldn’t forget the mountain of a man. He’d saved her, cradled and protected her from what was probably her own fucked up mind.
And hot. At least, her fuzzy memory thought he was hot. He’d had short, dark hair, slightly long on top, but just enough to grab when he was between her… Ahem. Anyway. He’d had a strong jaw, kissable (not that she knew for sure) lips and eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness that had surrounded them. He’d been snarling and gruff, but gentle as he’d held her close to him.
Wren really hoped he hadn’t been a delusion, too. That would suck.
Pulling at her eyelids, she forced her eyes open, the feeling of sand grating over the sensitive tissues bringing tears forward. Rolling her head to the side, she looked for the clock that sat on her bedside table, only to find it…gone. Of course, her bedside table wasn’t there, either. It’d been replaced by some gold-gilded, frou-frou furniture that looked like it belonged in Buckingham Palace. Last time she’d checked, she lived in a tiny studio apartment with second-hand furniture.
Another shift of muscles and she was looking to her right. Huh. There was a matching table there.
Lovely.
Groaning, she rose to her elbow, skin pulling and stretching, as if she no longer fit inside herself. A glance around the room reveled that Dorothy was not in Kansas and Wren had truly jumped off the deep end. Plus, she was naked beneath the thin sheet that covered her.
The soft click of the door drew her attention and she watched as her super-hunk came through the portal, a tray of what she assumed was food balancing on one hand. A wide smile graced his features and her heart tripped, beat thumping in an uneven rhythm.
He was more beautiful than she’d imagined. His shoulders were wide, nearly as wide as the doorway, and his added height made him intimidating. Yet she sensed a hidden kindness in him. His eyes didn’t glow as she’d thought, but were an ice-like blue. She had no doubt that his stare could shift from tender to fierce in an instant, melting or freezing his target between one blink and the next. His lips were just as tempting as she recalled.
Wren’s naughty bits responded to his presence, body growing slick, lower lips heavy and aching with desire for this man.
She really wanted to stick with this delusion for a while. Otherwise, in real life, she was just some post-attack chick who was suddenly hot for a stranger. And wasn’t that just fucked?
“You’re awake. Good.” His voice rolled over her, imbued her with a sense of calm and safety, cradling her in his warmth just as before.
He strode toward her and laid the tray on the nearby table before settling on the bed beside her. His scent surrounded her and she inhaled deeply, savoring the hints of musk and something more that seemed to permeate the air. It called to her, beckoned her to come closer and roll in his flavors.
This wasn’t her. Well, it was her, just not her-her. Her body ached, not from pain any longer, but pure attraction and need. Her pussy clenched, nipples hardening and suddenly she had a singular thought.
Him. In her. Now. Was that three thoughts?
Wren licked her lips and watched his as his gaze followed the movement of her tongue.
“I am.” She purred. And Wren was not a purr-er by nature. Ever. Not once. Well, not before him, anyway.
Weird.
He reached out and brushed away a strand of hair before tracing the shape of her face. A single, cool finger slid over her skin, along her cheek to her chin and then stroked her lower lip. She flicked her tongue out and lapped at the digit, the coolness of his skin the only thing that yanked her from her arousal’s control.
“You’re frozen.” She pulled away from his touch. It was summer, so it wasn’t like the guy had been out in the snow and suddenly stroked her with chilled hands. Nope, only one thing she knew of that had a seriously icy body temp.
“Are you…” What the hell did they call themselves again? Vamps? Blood suckers? Undead? Or were they never dead? Gah, she couldn’t ever keep up with all the politically correct terms for Others.
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October 22, 2012
October 18, 2012
The Bewitching Blog Hop – Fierce in Fur Excerpty Goodness!
Hellooooo there! Welcome to the Bewitching Blog Hop sponsored by justromance.me.
Whee!
In honor of Halloween(ie), I’m sharing a quick excerpt from Ridgeville #4: Fierce in Fur. 
Enjoy!
Oh! Make it to the end of the hop (start at justromance.me to get on the “hop tour bus”), and you’ll be entered into a giveaway for $25 (from moi) and a kindle fire.
Somehow, Brute’s baby sister had morphed from an adorable, toddling cub to a bloodthirsty bitch of gigantic proportions. His mother assured him this happened when lions hit their teen years.
Brute didn’t recall being such an ass.
His mother told him it was because he’d been born with a dick.
And that had ended that discussion.
“Honor,” he sighed and rubbed the top of his head, palm tickled by his growing hair. It was time to bust out the Bic again. “Explain to me why slaughtering Jenner would be a good thing. Just one more time.”
Their parents were vacationing in Florida, which left family matters squarely in his court.
“Because.” His baby sister, all of sixteen, snarled at him like a full grown lioness. Why did his parents keep having cubs? Why?
“I can’t go to the Prime with ‘because’ when one of the Prima’s favorite lions suddenly turns up dead during a run. That would upset the Prima, which upsets the Prime and then things get bloody.” He raised a brow. “Try again.”
Honor stomped her foot and Brute could have sworn that the tile cracked beneath her. Damn, their mother was going to be pissed. Not as angry as she would have been if Honor had succeeded in ridding the world of Jenner, though. That was something.
“Brutus.” His name was uttered between clenched teeth.
Now, anyone outside the family knew not to use his given name under threat of blood and gore. Unfortunately, that didn’t apply to family.
“Honor.” He kept his tone strong, but level, gaze centered on the little bit of lioness before him. He couldn’t show fear. It didn’t matter that sweat was dripping down his back, sliding and settling at the base of his spine. No fear in the face of the enemy.
“But—”
One of Brute’s other sisters, Emma, waltzed into the room, nose buried in a book.
“She saw Jenner hitting Genesis last night with Gina Ernst.” Emma snapped her book closed as she slid into her seat at the kitchen table. “And they were cozy.”
Honor pointed at her younger sister, every muscle in her body tense. “See! He needs to die. No, dying is too good for him. What did Maddy do to that guy when she was kidnapped? I wanna do that.” Another stomp of her foot.
Brute sighed and gave Emma his attention. “Translation?”
“She thinks he’s her mate.”
God save him from females. He swung his attention back to his now screeching sister.
“You bitch!” Honor launched her lithe body across the kitchen and Brute snagged her around the middle with ease, holding her back so that all of the Mauers remained intact until their parents returned.
The she-cat in his arms scratched his forearms and beat her heels into his shins, fighting his hold with everything her little body had. As if she’d be able to break his hold.
“He is my mate, you whore!”
Little Emma, calm as always, diverted her attention from her toast to Brute. “Can a virgin be a whore?”
“When you let any male sniff at you and buttfu—” Brute slapped a hand over her mouth, growling low, and Honor froze.
“Emma, have you…”
His youngest sister gave him a wide-eyed stare, nose wrinkled. “Uh, ew.”
Brute let out a sigh of relief. Good, he wouldn’t have to kill anyone.
Snarls and growls filled the room then. All from Honor. God, he couldn’t wait until her hormones settled. Better yet, he couldn’t wait until his mother returned. He’d rather be doing anything other than wrangling to young lionesses. Anything. Having his fingernails ripped out with pliers was at the top of his list.
“Hello the house.” A thumping knock against the front door followed the greeting and Brute sighed in relief, almost losing his hold on Honor in the process.
Grayson could get him out of this mess. The pride’s Second always managed to calm females. Brute figured it was because the male had fucked so many, but he didn’t really care how the other lion came by his ability. He just wanted his sister calm. And not trying to kill anyone.
“Back here.”
The Second stepped into the kitchen, gaze sweeping the room before settling on Brute. “What’s doing, big guy?”
Emma didn’t look up from her breakfast, book once again open before her. “Honor wants to kill Jenner because she thinks he’s her mate and she saw him going into Genesis with Gina Ernst. Brute said no because it’d upset the Prima which would upset the Prime which would end with bloody things for Brute. And Because I don’t believe her, I’m a virgin whore.” Emma gave Brute her attention. “Anything to add?”
His mother should have left the thirteen-year-old in charge.
Another outraged yell and wiggle snatched his attention and he tightened his grip on the wriggling Honor. “Damn it.”
“Stop.” The word was low and calm, a simple order that everyone followed without question. Grayson had put power behind his voice and they were forced to obey.
The Second’s attention turned to him, to Honor in particular. “Jenner is not your mate.”
“But—”
“He’s not. Period.” Grayson’s eyes flared to amber for a moment before settling back to brown. There was more to his expression. Something Brute absolutely refused to acknowledge. He had his suspicions, but his parents could deal with it when the time came.
Honor slumped in his arms, the fight gone, and he released her. She didn’t say a word, but her sadness filled the kitchen, practically choking him with the emotion.
“Are you…” Her voice was soft, small, and Grayson’s expression softened.
Right. He really wasn’t touching the situation between the two of them with a ten foot pole.
As long as Grayson didn’t touch his sister with a two hundred foot pole, they wouldn’t have a problem. Hell, any pole. The one between the lion’s legs in particular. At least, not until she’d gone into her first heat and could sniff the man herself, find out if he was what he thought he was.
Her mate, more than likely.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
That earned Grayson a glare.
Which the male ignored as he turned his attention to Brute. “Alex sent me. It seems that the Prima had a ‘brilliant idea’ and has decided on a road trip.”
“Okay.” The woman was about ready to pop out the set of cubs she was carrying and she hadn’t let her pregnancy keep her from doing whatever the hell she wanted. “What has she done this time?”
“We think she’s gone to Virginia.”
“Think?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Pretty much.”
Brute propped his hands on his hips, closed his eyes and let his chin drop to his chest. With a deep breath, he returned his attention to the Second. “Okay. Let’s get going.”
“What about…” Grayson waved a hand to indicate his sisters.
“Fuck.” He ran his hand over his bald head for the second time that day and it wasn’t even seven yet. “Can you two manage to get through a single day without drawing blood?”
The two of them looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. As if he hadn’t just held a homicidal she-cat in his arms and the other one hadn’t managed to hack the school’s network and given everyone in her math class an “A” the first day he had been in charge.
He really wasn’t fooled.
“Well?” Brute demanded.
Two sickeningly sweet smiles, including dimples, were tossed his way. “Yes, Brute.”
It was creepy.
Instead of commenting, Brute simply glared and then spun on his heel. “Gimme five minutes.” He took a step toward the hallway and then thought about what he was doing. Instead of passing by Grayson, he snatched the man’s arm and dragged him along. “I don’t trust you.”
The Second growled at him. “That’s disgusting.”
“I trust you. I don’t trust her. Ever.”
“I heard that!” Honor’s outraged voice roared through the house.
Brute’s parents couldn’t return quick enough. Closing his eyes and begging for patience, he led Grayson deeper into his parent’s home. “Come on, let’s go save Maya from her most recent ‘awesomesauce idea’.”
She’d been having way too many of those lately.
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