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Cover art for Species Interaction (Human Interaction book 2)

Here's the cover for my Aug. 3rd release, Species Interaction (Human Interaction book 2)
Didn't Reese do an exceptional job?  I LOVE this cover!

Broken Bridges releases tomorrow!

Alpha wolf shifter Detective Dax Steel is hip deep in homicide cases, all bear shifters who seemingly died of natural causes in their prime. To make matters worse, the murders throw him back in contact with his ex-lover, Adin.

Adin shares the same genetics as the victims and a healthy appetite for the sexy and addictive Dax. A two week blazing hot affair between them fell apart almost as quickly as it started, leaving Adin longing but hesitant to risk his heart once more.

Can Dax track down the killer before Adin lands in his crosshairs? Will they come together as a team and find love is lasting after all?


Excerpt:


"No signs of trauma or violence, sir. Just like the other two." The rookie cop pointed out the obvious.

Dax squatted down beside the inert body of the latest homicide victim in the city, his nose telling him more than the new police academy graduate would ever know. This wasn't just the third victim in as many days, but also the third bear shape-shifter. A wave of relief washed over him when he didn't recognize the face or the individual scent of the newly expired. The silver lining, in his opinion.

Glancing up, he surveyed the surroundings, finding nothing out of sort. The body had been found behind a bar, in the narrow alley around midday when the barkeep had reported in for work. For all intents and purposes, the deceased looked like he'd simply fallen over dead. Something that shifters didn't do.
With a healthy extended lifespan, most shifters could expect to reach one thousand or more, barring stupidity or challenges to stronger, more alpha members of their species. Dax should know--being a wolf shifter, an alpha at that.

With a deep sigh, he stood and looked over the body once more, using his advanced senses to detect anything out of the ordinary. A tiny scent caught his attention but proved too fleeting and elusive to give him more than a gut reaction. Certainly not much to go on. However, the other two victims carried the same flowery smell.

"Good job, officer. I'm finished here. Keep the area sealed off until the forensics team and coroner arrive."

"Yes, sir." The young man nodded.

Dax strode back to his car, climbed in the driver's seat, and pulled out his phone. Punching in a number, he waited for an answer.

"Speak."

"Very funny, Mitchell." Dax rolled his eyes. The lab supervisor and hyena shifter's sense of humor proved lacking most days. "We've got another one."

"Bear?"

"Yes. Same MO. No blood or violence. Carries that nagging aroma like the others, too small for me to trace."

"We're working on that now. Isolating toxins in the blood samples of the other two. Theory is it's a highly developed poison, something toxic to shifters, bears in particular."

"Any chance of an antidote?"

"Soon?" He snorted through the phone line. "First we have to isolate the particular substance, discover what it is, then we can start looking at ways to reverse the effects. That takes time, buddy."

"I know." Dax watched as the forensics van pulled up and three people climbed out, all heading toward their latest crime scene. One he recognized as carrying fox genetics, another shifter immersed in human society without the humans being any wiser. If they ever found out, he feared the panic and mob mentality outbursts that would follow. Thus, the highly secretive balancing act he and others played each day.

Good thing the only forensics lab in the city happened to be shifter run and controlled. They took every case, human or otherwise, but had the luxury of watching closely for any shape-shifters, find a trend, pick out a pattern.

Just like with these latest deaths.

"Got a name on this one?"

"Yeah. I'll try to track down and notify family today. You know how bears are. Solitary at best."
Dax's gut clenched at the scientist's words. "Call if you find anything."

"Will do, Trigger."

"That was the horse, dumbass." He clicked off before Mitchell could toss out more insults at his canine nature.

His mind wrestled with this latest case. Bears weren't thick around here and normally weren't too rowdy, preferring to keep to themselves most of the time except for social gatherings or looking for someone to cozy up to during the night. In all honesty, the shifter community as a whole didn't have problems with bears. Coyotes and lions were another story. Violence surrounded their deaths. Bears were a horse of a different color altogether. Until two days ago when the first body was discovered, he'd only heard of one other bear shifter homicide, which happened to revolve around the young black bear pursuing a lion's mate. The bear just wouldn't take no for an answer. Unfortunate, but understandable. You didn't mess with another man's mate and expect to live long.

No. This case was different. Someone had a deep-seated and calculated coldness for bear shifters and was smart enough to come up with a way to kill them off with little evidence left behind. Maybe not the spur of the moment rage, but deep-seated fury if he went after non-related members of the same species. Which meant he not only knew about shifters in general, he could single out bears.

Scary. Damn scary.

He needed to speak to someone in the bear society, find out if there's something going on that hadn't been reported to the governing council yet. Pick their brains for any tidbit of information. Anything that could help solve this case and save lives.

He only knew one bear. His former lover. Adin.

Blowing out a breath, he slipped the keys in the ignition and headed north.

Available from Silver Publishing:
https://spsilverpublishing.com/broken-bridges-ebook-p-1485.html?zenid=eae8555567a568b8dc81420f449550e5

Broken Bridges cover art!

Here's my cover for my July 6th release from Silver Publishing entitled Broken Bridges.

  Reese did an excellent job!  I'm so proud of this!


Alpha wolf shifter Detective Dax Steel is hip deep in homicide cases, all bear shifters who seemingly died in of natural causes in their prime. To make matters worse, the murders throw him back in contact with his ex-lover, Adin.

Adin shares the same genetics as the victims and a healthy appetite for the sexy and addictive Dax. A two week blazing hot affair between them fell apart almost as quickly as it started, leaving Adin longing but hesitant to risk his heart once more.

Can Dax track down the killer before Adin lands in his crosshairs? Will they come together as a team and find love is lasting after all?

This is my first m/m book.  I'm so excited!

Human Interaction releases tomorrow!

Human Interaction releases tomorrow, June 1st.

This is the first book in the Human Interaction series, one I'm especially proud of!

Shyanne, a widow with twin sons, is forced back into the realm of vampires, humans, and shifters when a college research project lands her in an exotic dancing club where she discovers a sexy shifter called Meat who sparks her interest in dating once more.

Shy juggles motherhood, taking college classes, dealing with her eccentric adoptive family, and work. She finds herself battling for Meat's attention with a cover model shifter, while trying not to think about Meat's nun fetish, and her hit and miss--emphasis on the miss--teleportation abilities.

Can they work out their differences and love one another for who they are? Or will they discover that humans and shifters really don't mix, especially when life's monkey wrenches keep getting in the way?

Excerpt:

 "Volunteer somewhere. Visit a place of business you've never been. Hang out in the park or the zoo. Work at a hot dog stand. Just anywhere there will be people."

A paper on human interaction?

The professor rambled on. "Think of this as a mini internship. You need to spend sufficient amount of time at this place in order to witness human dynamics. One or two hours won't cut it. Plan on four to eight hours per week, instead. Jot notes on what the people do, how they communicate, their body language."

I tapped the pen against my notebook. Where would I go to find people interacting with one another? More important, where in the world could I spend that much time per week sitting and observing without either falling asleep, drooling on the table, or being dragged off to the loony bin due to those same subjects driving me to the brink of sanity?

"This research paper is a minimum of twenty pages, due in four weeks. It's one-third of your grade," cautioned the aging academic with the silver tints through his dark hair. "Don't wait on this, either. I expect at least twenty hours of observation minimum. You'll have to log in your time as well. No shortcuts." His voice lowered as his eyes checked off each and every student in the small classroom before gesturing toward the door. "Get to work." With those parting words, class dismissed for the day.

I gathered up my notebook, shoving it and the pen into my backpack, still pondering my new assignment. The zoo might be fun, but one can only watch the monkeys throw poop so many times. A small shudder raced up my spine. Too many memories of being the poopee rather than the pooper in my past. Better skip that idea.

Restaurants prepared and served food. And dessert. Twenty hours at the dessert bar. On second thought, maybe that wasn't a wise choice either. Cake, brownies, cookies, and ice cream were far too tempting to resist for any length of time.

I couldn't write about my real job. Oh, no. The Peace Protection Division frowned mightily on any written evidence about daily happenings. Heck, a whisper of rumor about a verbal slippage of secrets endangered one's longevity, let alone some document. Too bad. It would save time and energy, not to mention I would collect a paycheck while doing my homework. On second thought, with my life experiences, it might be best to avoid exploring the relationship between workers and the famous Enforcers. My heart wasn't healed enough to take on such a challenge.

Approximately a hundred years ago, the world discovered that other species existed right beside humans, had for centuries if the old myths were to be believed. Vampires and shapeshifters emerged from the shadows to take their place amongst humanity. The transition created an uproar, violence emerged, and leaders struggled on all sides to find an elusive peace. Each group appointed their own head who stood up for the rights of their specific group or species. Vampires had local kings who guarded and controlled their territories with an iron fist. Shifters divided into subsets based on their animal form.

To help keep the tenuous peaceful co-existence, the ruling government created a new department, the Peace Protection Division, which provided a base for the highly trained para-military unit known as Enforcers. This group included humans, vampires, and shifters equally, showing and demanding respect, setting precedence for the general public to embrace. Enforcers patrolled the streets day and night. Regular police took care of the usual crime in the city while Enforcers focused their energies on inter-species issues. In good times, the Enforcers managed to nip any aggression or violence between the groups in the bud, allowing normal people to go about their average lives undisturbed. In bad times, they had the authority and ability to resort to deadly force to put down riots and destruction, no questions asked.

It was on one of those bad times that I'd lost Wills, my husband of eleven months, leaving me a single parent of twin newborn boys. The declaration of 'missing and presumed dead' threw me into a fog of shock and confusion for months. Time eased some of the pain, allowing me to come to a bright realization. Wills would want me to go on with my life, enjoy anything and everything I could because, in reality, life was simply too short to waste. With doubts and uncertainty, I'd stepped forward, enrolled in college classes, and worked part time with the Peace Protection Division.

A fellow student bumping me into my seat drew my attention back to the task at hand.

Where am I going to go for this assignment? Like I had a ton of free time anyway. With a huff, I concentrated on my professor's words. Human interaction. Not species interaction. He probably decided to stick to the basics and a safer bet rather than take the risk of some student being sucked dry if he ended up ticking off a vampire. Probably a good decision on his part. More than likely the college frowned on research involving high risk of death and dismemberment. Way too much liability for their taste and pocketbooks.
With a sigh, I hefted the dark blue backpack over one shoulder, holding it in place with my free hand, while reaching down to grab the plain brown leather purse resting on the floor at my feet. Puttering out of the room, I maneuvered around students, heading for the exit.

No sooner had I stepped from the cool brick building into the chilly air of fall than the hamster wheel I call a brain began to churn. The squirrels and rabbits bounded here and there, searching out a free meal while avoiding coming too close to human hands, lest they be caught. Gathering nesting materials and food, the cute animals worked hard to stockpile and prepare for the coming winter.

Rabbits mated in the spring. Reproduction. Sexual human interaction.

The answer popped into my head.

What other place would have more human interaction than the local male strip club?

Blue Blood's Trifecta releases tomorrow!

Blue Blood's Trifecta releases tomorrow from Silver!

When an emergency call goes out, FBI agent Ryan tags along with his sister on a Wind Warrior mission. Along the way, he meets Tempest, a beautiful female pilot who stirs his desires, and Rogue, a former Army buddy. Seeing the man again brings out feelings Ryan doesn't understand and isn't prepared to accept.
The rivalry returns as both men want Tempest, who happens to be Rogue's employee.

The mission comes back to haunt them all with danger hanging over the head of every Wind Warrior and their loved ones.

Can Ryan work through his newfound interest in Rogue even as he's falling for Tempest? Will they pull together in time to save each other from a hired assassin?

Excerpt:

"I swear you jinxed me." Ryan sipped from his soda before setting the glass back down, his eyes locked on Lark the entire time. His younger beloved sister, who rattled his cage now and again, really did it that time. Of all his siblings, he enjoyed Lark the most and made a point to make room in his busy schedule to spend time with her whenever possible, even if she just happened to ruin his present social life for the past three weeks.

A wicked grin appeared on her face. "Hey, don't blame me because the only women you've dated recently had biological clocks ticking louder than Big Ben." Wrapping a spaghetti noodle around her fork, she delicately placed it in her mouth.

He grimaced at the reminder. The last four women he'd dated proved to be huge disasters as they all possessed one common denominator--they wanted a baby daddy and now. He couldn't run fast enough from the imposing threat of immediate commitment and impending fatherhood.

"Yeah, but you said it beforehand, making you responsible for this hex or... curse or... whatever it is." Stabbing a chunk of chicken, he took another bite.

She snorted. Bright blue eyes matching Ryan's danced with amusement. "I didn't find these women for you, bro. You did that all on your very own."

Her wide smile pricked his already irritable mood. "It's not funny."

Lark waved a hand dismissively. "Sure, it is. After all, you called Mom and told her about Bryce and me before I had a chance to do more than come up for air. Ever since, she's been harassing me about weddings and baby showers to the point where I want to either pull my hair out or move to Siberia."

His lips twitched. Served her right for all the times she snickered at him and egged her mother onward in a nearly obsessive quest for grandchildren. Why their doting mother chose him over the other three boys to nag incessantly, he couldn't say. More than likely the reason had to do with his proximity to his parents whereas the others were scattered like the four winds. Hell, more than once he considered returning to active duty as an Army Ranger just to avoid the tedious questioning.

"Poor baby," he tossed back, thoroughly enjoying the fact Lark sat on the hot seat at the moment.

She flipped him off.

He chuckled at her gesture, so like the 'never say die' baby sister he always knew. For as long as he could remember, she didn't let a little thing like properness and ladylike manners get in her way. Instead, she tackled the world, intent upon proving every male chauvinist wrong, and climbed the mountain of success each and every time. She certainly kicked his ass a couple of times growing up as kids. Even now, if she tried, he'd place money down on a draw between them. Her cheerleader background and petite frame gave her quickness along with deceptive strength to counter his sheer power and size.

"How's Bryce?" he asked, changing the subject while finishing the last of his late night supper.

She sighed longingly. "Wonderful."

He shook his head. "Love if I ever saw it."

"Yep." She didn't argue in the least, only slurped on her water.

A twinge of jealousy smacked him in the chest and stuck tight. Always before, he thought the bachelor life held everything he wanted and then some. Then he began to notice the expressions of bliss and sheer happiness on the face of his sister who recently found her other half. Seeing the two of them together made him feel like he could bask in their radiating glow.

Now, he wasn't so sure living single held as bright an appeal as it used to.

The ringing of her phone broke through his melancholic thoughts.

She dug her cell phone out of her oversized handbag, glanced at the screen, and blinked. "Oh, shit."

He tensed, immediately on alert. "What's wrong?"

"It's an SOS. The guys are in trouble."

Digging his wallet out, Ryan tossed a few bills on the table, scooped up their trash, and shoved it in the bin on the way out the front door of the restaurant, Lark hot on his heels. "Where to?" he asked as they both hopped into his truck and fastened their seatbelts.

She read the message quickly. "The airport, and now."

Revving the engine, he mentally pictured the shortest route and pushed the speed limit to get there. "What does it say?"

"New information just came in. Loco, Cale, and Spoon are headed straight into an ambush. It's all hands on deck."

Although he'd never met the other Wind Warriors Lark worked with, his gut clenched at the ominous words. No brave soldier deserved to be set up as decoys, cannon fodder, or walk into a trap based on faulty or outright wrong information.

"Count me in."

She glanced up at him with a worried look written clearly across her face. "Ryan, this isn't your fight."

"It is now."

Available at Silver Publishing:
https://spsilverpublishing.com/blue-bloods-trifecta-ebook-p-1462.html?zenid=c130694afcdfca2439e8db22e3b154c4

Cover art for Human Interaction

Here's my cover for Human Interaction, my June 1st release from Silver.

Reese is a huge talent.  I LOVE this cover.  Gorgeous and fun!

Cover art for Blue Blood's Trifecta!

Here's the cover for Blue Blood's Trifecta, my May 4th release from Silver!

Unedited blurb:

When an emergency call goes out, FBI agent Ryan tags along with his sister on a Wind Warrior mission. Along the way, he meets Tempest, a beautiful female pilot who stirs his desires and Rogue, a former Army buddy. Seeing the man again brings out feelings Ryan doesn’t understand and isn’t prepared to accept.

The rivalry returns as both men want Tempest, who happens to be Rogue’s employee.

The mission comes back to haunt them all with danger hanging over the head of every Wind Warrior and their loved ones.

Can Ryan work through his newfound interest in Rogue even as he’s falling for Tempest? Will they pull together in time to save each other from a hired assassin?

Tails: Werewolf releases tomorrow!

Tails:  Werewolf releases tomorrow from Silver Publishing!


Timber believes true love only belongs in fairy tales, but reluctantly agrees to attend the annual social event of the season and meet her blind date for the evening: a werewolf.

Rock doesn't need the complication of a human mate, not with the present pack alpha stepping down, a violent struggle to claim the position a few short days away, and a deadly rival set upon taking the throne for himself.

Will they pull together as fate deemed in order to save the pack and themselves or will the difference between them prove too large a hurdle to overcome? Can Timber open her heart to a part time fur bearer and recognize love can exist if only given a chance?


Excerpt:

"Come on, Timber. You have to go. It's the big event."

Timber glanced up from her computer to find the social diva of the office staring down at her with a look of desperation mixed with determination. The petite redhead knew anyone and everyone even remotely attached to the Peace Protection Division, the company they both worked for.

Though Ginger meant well, Timber had no inclination to attend the upcoming New Year's Eve party. "I don't think so." Her attention returned to the legal letter one of the company lawyers handed her earlier to be typed, signed, and mailed out.

"Please."

Releasing a long sigh, Timber abandoned her work for the moment. "It's nothing personal. I just don't have any interest in dressing up for a big social event where I'll end up snacking from the buffet table all night in between sessions of wallflower-hood. As interesting as people watching can be, I prefer to do it at a more reasonable hour with more comfortable clothing on."

Ginger shook her head. "It won't be like that. I've lined up dates for you and Charlotte already."

Blinking, Timber stared dumbly at Ginger.

After years of flitting from one man to another, Ginger had recently latched onto a single man, surprising everyone that knew her with the several-month longevity of her relationship with a noted local vampire. Overflowing with bubbly energy, Ginger now made it a mission to share her happiness with those she cared for. Timber and her best friend, Charlotte, fell into that category. Unfortunately, the level of enjoyment Ginger demanded they reach revolved around finding the perfect male partner for a lifetime of adventure.

Timber applauded her friend for finding love, an elusive and rare event in her opinion and experience. Those who found it were gifted with a special blessing. The rest of the population admired from a distance, trying to mimic the event, only to fall time and again. Much like learning to ride a bicycle, they skinned their knees, wiped their tears, and hopped back on the seat once more. A few found a perfect fit. Some managed to navigate well enough to stay upright. Others, like her, never seemed to make it past the need for training wheels.

"Timber. I promise. This year will be different. Just say you will. Do it for me?"

She squinted against the brightness of Ginger's orange outfit that somehow managed to avoid clashing with her crimson locks. If anyone could pull off fashion, it was Ginger.

"I'll consider it while I go for coffee." Standing, she walked toward the small employee kitchen, her mind whirling along the way.

Long ago, she gave up the dream of being plucked from a field of daisies and placed in a vase for a master painter to admire and replicate on canvas. In all honesty, she never qualified as a beauty. Brains, yes. Knock out body, no. In her estimation, men appreciated the physical side of a woman much more than her intellect. The fact didn't speak for the power of thought on their behalf, unless you counted their ego and libido. She didn't.

Flipping a long blonde lock back over her shoulder, she grabbed her coffee mug from the cupboard and filled it with the steaming beverage. Taking a sip, she considered a way to wiggle out of the party without hurting Ginger's feelings.

Ginger nailed the importance of the event on the head. Everyone attended the annual party hosted by the Peace Protection Division, glamoured out in their finest clothes, the latest fashion fads, and prepared to make the best impression with a beauty attached to their arm. Other species attended as well. Humans, vampires, and shape shifters all came together for a night of celebration.

The Peace Protection Division came about when the other species decided to step into the spotlight, proclaiming centuries of myths to be true, and, in turn, sending the human population into a fit of panic. Massive splits erupted with people forced to take sides. Either you loved those with fangs or you hated them, wishing them gone forever from the earth. Violence broke out with all three groups at war.

Leaders from all DNA bearing groups gathered to hammer out new legislation and regulations, searching frantically for ways to ensure peace once and for all. Thus, they created the PPD, whose Enforcers accepted the task to curb interspecies violence and hatred, nipping it in the bud if able, eliminating the source permanently if avoidance wasn't possible. Trivial crime remained under the jurisdiction of the police; only issues dealing with more than one species acting out against one another caught the attention of the highly trained, well paid, and lethal Enforcers.

All those connected with protecting and ensuring quiet across the region would attend tomorrow night's gala.
Timber rested her hip against the cabinet while taking another sip of the strong brew.

Her immediate family line all fell short when it came to relationships with the opposite sex. Both her mother and grandmother became pregnant by fly-by-night men who vanished once they found out about impending fatherhood. Considering the lack of men in their lives, Timber counted herself pretty darn lucky. Childhood friends suffered through dysfunctional family issues and divorces, while she lived and learned from a single parent. Her mother, Lisa, boasted that she didn't need a man around the house to only create more work for her while tossing out orders from a recliner as he drank beer and watched television. She bashed men now and again, but proved her point. Rarely did Lisa call for handyman assistance when she could simply pull out a book or owners manual, purchase her own replacement parts, and save the repair cost on most appliances. She prided herself on independence, passing the same motto to her only daughter.

Living in a small one bedroom apartment, Timber could easily rely on her pokey landlord to fix all the minor inconveniences of modern living, but preferred to take care of most problems herself. After all, why live with cold showers for a week when she could break out her tool kit and remedy the issue before most of the people in her wing of the building even realized there was a problem? For the small monthly rent, she could grease a few pipes on the side and call it a fair exchange.

She could have gone into the plumbing business or even taken a position as a factory worker building an assortment of appliances, but she gravitated toward the PPD since she moved to the area to attend college five years earlier. The pay disappointed, but a healthy benefit package soothed the income sting. Timber agreed with their philosophy and goals, enjoyed her co-workers along with the entire workplace atmosphere, and eagerly caught glimpses of the infamous Enforcers as they went through the motions of each day.

The ticking clock caught her attention. Time to get back to work.

Without a reasonable excuse to skip the party, Timber strode back to the work area, coffee mug in hand.

Ginger sat at a desk while Charlotte stood with a hip propped up on the corner. By the sounds of the conversation and the frown on the brunette's face, Timber quickly caught the gist of the situation.
"Is she trying to convince you to go to the party?" She aimed her question to Charlotte, her best friend at the company and in life.

"You guys need to get out and have some fun. Good grief. It's just one night. One party. Heck, if you get technical, it's for four or five hours, tops. What can it hurt to meet a guy, dance a little, share a kiss to celebrate the New Year?" Ginger threw up her hands in frustration while staring them both down.

Char glanced at Timber and sighed. "I'm driving myself to the party and home."

Timber crumbled beneath the pressure. If both their dates bombed, at least Charlotte and she could console one another over a fruit plate.

With a nod, she agreed with her friend. "Me, too. And, I'm not wearing one of those slinky dresses and high heels that some women shove themselves into for the occasion," she hastily added, making it known she had no intention of dashing out the door and to the nearest shopping mall to procure something fancy to wear for a single night. Her tight budget couldn't withstand impulsive purchases.

For the first time Ginger beamed. "Fine. Fine. As long as you're there, that's what counts."

Shaking her head, Timber watched Ginger with amusement. "I don't know how Deacon gets anything past you."

At the name, Ginger's smile showed teeth. "Oh, he tries, but I run circles around him."

She didn't doubt it for a second.

Charlotte fretted with her hair. "Aren't you going to tell us about the guys? Which one do I get?"

Ginger waved her hand. "Of course. And, I suck at matchmaking, so I came up with a better idea."

Intrigued, Timber stepped closer. "What idea?" It was one thing to agree to a probable disaster blind date, but altogether another thing when it involved one of Ginger's schemes.

"We're going to toss a coin to decide who gets which date." Pulling a coin from her pants pocket, Ginger showed it to them both.

"Are you insane? Why can't you just tell us about them and let us decide which fits us best?" Char protested.

Ginger shook her head. "You two are pretty much peas in the same pod. I think either would do for each of you. Besides, if you don't like one, then you can always trade."

Setting her cup aside, Timber absently shrugged. "I guess it really doesn't matter." It's not like they were flipping to find their soul mates. Those didn't exist in her world. More than likely, the guy assigned to her would show up, treat her politely for a bit, then wander off and never return. When you considered that possibility, the 'who' really didn't matter.

"Who's going to call?"

"Go ahead, Timber." Char gestured toward the coin Ginger palmed.

"Okay. Tails."

The coin flipped through the air, bouncing across the desk, before rolling to a stop with the tails side up.

"Great." Ginger pulled two envelopes out of her top desk drawer and handed them over. "Meet your men."

Timber sucked in a breath before opening the top flap. Pulling out a sheet of paper, she read quickly, her mouth falling open at the words printed neatly on the white page.

Rockwell Hunter, prominent member of the Clearwater City wolf pack.

"My date is a werewolf?"

Available at Silver Publishing:
https://spsilverpublishing.com/tails-werewolf-ebook-p-1430.html?zenid=080a88885cb9367e15f0fa72002509fc

Silver Publishing just contracted Broken Bridges!!

Silver Publishing just contracted Broken Bridges, my first M/M book!

I'm so excited!  This is the first venture into the M/M genre.  Hopefully, readers will enjoy the story of Dax, and alpha wolf shifter and Adin, a black bear shifter who came together once before, only to find their innate animal genetics clashed.  Given a second chance, can they make it work this time?

I hope everyone has as much fun reading this story as I did writing it. 

Silver Spoon releases tomorrow!

Silver Spoon releases tomorrow!


Believing no woman could hold his interest, Spoon feels the weight of bachelorhood settle heavily on his shoulders until he stumbles across an author book signing.

Riley is a part time romance writer who never expects to find a man to live up to the heroes in her books. Instead, she pushes through life on her own terms, happily single.
Just when they start to develop feelings for one another, fragmented family relationships come to a head and danger lurks right around the corner, threatening to end not only their budding relationship, but their lives as well.
Will they conquer the challenges and come together in love or will events out of their control tear them apart forever?


Excerpt:

Spoon punched his cell phone off with a muttered curse. He knew better than to speak with his father, especially lately.

"Is he hassling you again?" Loco asked from across the weight bench where the men currently lifted arm weights.

Spoon glanced up at the sandy-haired Marine who matched him in height and build. "Unfortunately."

Supposedly, the world's resources of diamonds were drying up, leading to a highly competitive market for the few remaining newly dug rocks worth reaching the retail setting. His father had scrambled, pulled every string, and outwardly bribed mine owners to give him first selection. This painstaking process had made him realize he needed a right hand man. He'd chosen Spoon.

"You don't owe him anything. Hell, a Komodo dragon would have made a better father than he did."

Counting under his breath with each curl, Spoon nodded in muted agreement. All of the Wind Warriors knew of his background and had never failed to provide support and understanding, much more appreciated than the taunting and blatant harassment he endured early in his military career. Just because his parents were wealthy didn't mean he benefited from free access to their monetary funds.

The subject of his childhood had come up more than once, with more frequency now that his father threw all his weight into forcing Spoon into the family business. A place the retired Green Beret refused to go. Ever.
Taking a breath, he replaced the free weight back on the rack. "I just wish he would learn to take 'no' for an answer. Pending that, another lingering mission comes up where I'll be incommunicado for the next three months."

Loco picked up the recently deposited dumbbell, letting it fall to his side before lifting up once more. "I'm with you on the 'no' business, but a three month assignment would suck."

"Afraid Oakley would find a replacement?"

"Nah. She loves me. Besides, she's become quite spoiled with my special talents. No other man could stack up," he boasted, puffing out his chest and waggling his eyebrows even as he finished the set and relaxed both arms straight for a moment, shaking them to work out the kinks.

Spoon grinned at his best friend. "You're one lucky dog, I'll give you that." He had met Loco's fiancée on several occasions, even before the pair became an item. She made the sun rise and set with her compassion, caring, and upbeat attitude. A man could do worse, much worse, than have her at his side for a lifetime.

"Believe me, I know it." Loco threw a quick smile over his shoulder as he moved to the other side of the free weight area to the pull-up bar.

Spoon applauded the other Wind Warrior team members in finding their other halves and remained envious of the sheer happiness he spied on their faces these days. In all honesty, he never expected to find the perfect woman, to marry, and raise a family. None of the guys did. Their jobs inherently included too much danger not only to themselves but to anyone close to them. However, that fact didn't stop any of the others who found strong females willing to not only stand but fight alongside them if necessary.

The only single one left, Spoon felt a new burden upon his shoulders. He wanted what they had. A beautiful woman to come home to, who loved him for who he was, and wasn't afraid to deal with any backlash from his current occupation. Seeing how contented the others were pushed his shoulders down in resignation. Never before had loneliness planted itself at his doorstep and refused to move on.

Damn, soldier. Snap out of it.

Spoon mentally shook himself, trying to dislodge the melancholy from his system. He needed to get past this funk that had hung over him like a persistent rain cloud for the past couple of weeks.

Normally, he lived in the present, never focusing on what he lacked or measuring his life against others. His childhood taught him that comparing himself to peers led down a road of frustration and pipe dreams, and proved an illusion that, while right for another, didn't fit him like the glove he envisioned.

Maybe he just needed a vacation? Get away from everything for a week or two, find an escape with no stress, just good old fashioned R and R. He snorted. Who was he kidding? His job and now his persistent father would either prevent or continually pester him the entire time.

Barring a fluke, his next best idea would just have to work, his trusty stand-by. Hit up one of the local dance bars, find a hot and willing woman, and spend the night releasing pent up stress in the time honored method preferred by men. He worked off some steam, she enjoyed her night, they both went separate ways the following morning. The best situation of all.

"Spoon? Earth to Spoon."

Loco's voice broke through his thoughts. "What?" He used the end of a towel to wipe his perspiring face.

"I asked if you wanted to come to dinner with Oakley and me."

He stood and grabbed another set of weights. "Nah. I don't want to intrude."

"You wouldn't be. She likes you, you know." Loco plopped down on the vacated bench.

"Still. No thanks." He lifted both arms over his head, using upper body strength to push the dumbbells to a full arm extension each time. When finished, he puffed out a tired breath. "I think I'll hit the dance bar tonight, instead."

Loco's eyebrows shot up as the corners of his mouth curled upward. "Tomcatting, huh?"

"You know it," Spoon replied with a grin before repeating the exercise once more.

"One of these days you'll find a woman worth coming home to."

Softly replacing the dumbbells, Spoon shot his best friend a glance. "I don't know about that. Right now there is half a world full of women that I haven't yet sampled. That should be enough to keep me busy for a couple more years anyway."

"I used to think that, too."

Spoon shrugged. "So many women, so little time. Besides, I doubt there is a single woman around that can hold my attention for an entire month, let alone a lifetime."

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