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September 10, 2015
Can men and women really be 'just friends?'
Releases this Tuesday!!
A brand new romantic comedy with SEXY HEAT and O.M.G. moments.
You're welcome.
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A brand new romantic comedy with SEXY HEAT and O.M.G. moments.
You're welcome.
Amazon http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0146ZAZSQ/?...
iBooks https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/scre...
BN http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/screw...
August 12, 2015
Arrogant. Cocky. Prick.
Dear Diary,
Arrogant. Cocky. Prick.
Those are the words I’d use to describe my older brother’s dangerously handsome best friend.
When he learned of my plan to kick off my white cotton briefs, ditching my good girl persona once and for all by losing my virginity to the first eligible bachelor I could find, he flipped out. Said over his dead body.
He says if anyone’s going to do, it’s going to be him.
I hate that I’m even considering his offer.
But I am … I sooo am.
Ever since he suggested it, all I can think about is his cocky smile on those full lips as he’s driving in to me.
But if we cross that line … will I ever be able to go back?
Monster Prick
Arrogant. Cocky. Prick.
Those are the words I’d use to describe my older brother’s dangerously handsome best friend.
When he learned of my plan to kick off my white cotton briefs, ditching my good girl persona once and for all by losing my virginity to the first eligible bachelor I could find, he flipped out. Said over his dead body.
He says if anyone’s going to do, it’s going to be him.
I hate that I’m even considering his offer.
But I am … I sooo am.
Ever since he suggested it, all I can think about is his cocky smile on those full lips as he’s driving in to me.
But if we cross that line … will I ever be able to go back?
Monster Prick
August 7, 2015
ARE YOU READY TO GET SCREWED?!
Coming 9.15.15 Make sure to add to your TBR! <3
June 30, 2015
SINFULLY MINE ~ A standalone older-brother's-best-friend romance coming 7/14
He's a Dominant.. She's a firecracker.
June 3, 2015
Sinfully Mine
Are you ready for a SEXY. AS. HELL. Older Brother's Best Friend Romance?
Sinfully Mine
Up until this moment, sex been a meaningless physical act meant to quiet the need raging inside me, nothing more than joyless weekend hookups with girls whose names I wouldn’t recall in the morning. But Macey wasn’t just the girl I’d grown to love, she was also my best friend’s little sister and a virgin—a combination that was completely off-limits.
Sinfully Mine
Up until this moment, sex been a meaningless physical act meant to quiet the need raging inside me, nothing more than joyless weekend hookups with girls whose names I wouldn’t recall in the morning. But Macey wasn’t just the girl I’d grown to love, she was also my best friend’s little sister and a virgin—a combination that was completely off-limits.
May 5, 2015
For my new romance THE GENTLEMAN MENTOR, I was coached by a real life Dom and sub....
(As scene in USA Today's HEA column)
This novel is really unique in that it's my first foray into BDSM. Well, I call it BDSM lite, because if you're looking for a hard-core BDSM read with lots of creative implements, this isn't it. It's a romantic and, yes, erotic read, about a Dominant for hire who teaches women the art of seduction and lovemaking.
Our heroine, Brielle, sees an online ad for The Gentleman Mentor, and she's immediately intrigued. He promises discreet, life-changing lessons, and wanting to live life to the fullest, she e-mails him. They make an agreement. Six weeks. Six lessons, and then they'll part ways. But lines begin to blur, and soon the Gentleman Mentor is doing things he's never done with previous clients, and feeling possessive of Brielle.
I knew very little about the world of BDSM, other than what I'd read in a few popular romance novels. I was intrigued, but I knew in order to breathe life into this book, I'd need to challenge myself to go further than a few boundary-pushing sex scenes. Nailing the essence of my male character felt vital to the story. I wanted to capture the true personality of a Dominant — so all of his actions, inner thoughts and dialogue had to fit.
In preparation for writing this story, I reached out to a blogger who runs Shameless Book Club, who in turn connected me with some valuable real-life BDSM resources in the form of a husband and wife Dom/sub, as well as a Domme. They were incredibly helpful, from explaining how a BDSM club works, to reading and critiquing parts of my story, to casting light on how a Dom behaves — which was my favorite part. I learned to make him confident and sure, almost to the point of cockiness. His dialogue is rarely in the form of a question. He gives commands, and direction, while always looking after his partner's well-being.
With this solid foundation in place, I let my imagination run wild, crafting and filling in the scenes that made up this story. It's a story of love and hope with a whole lotta alpha male, and I'm oh so very happy with the final result. It comes out tomorrow (May 5) and is available for preorder everywhere.
About The Gentleman Mentor:
He calls himself the Gentleman Mentor.
Just reading his ad makes me feel more alive than I have in years.
He promises to teach me the art of seduction … and show me the most sinfully erotic pleasures. He's going to help me become the kind of confident, sexy woman men can't ignore.
Six lessons … with the most gorgeous man … who happens to be a Dom.
The only problem … now that I've experienced his brand of delectable domination will anyone else ever compare?
She's a client. That's all.
Or it should be.
But with every lesson, she's becoming more.
The secrets I'm hiding behind the image of the Gentleman Mentor make telling her the truth—and having anything real—impossible.
I'm training her for another man, and that fact guts me every time I think of it.
I know she's not mine … but part of me won't accept that.
Am I willing to risk it all to keep her?
This novel is really unique in that it's my first foray into BDSM. Well, I call it BDSM lite, because if you're looking for a hard-core BDSM read with lots of creative implements, this isn't it. It's a romantic and, yes, erotic read, about a Dominant for hire who teaches women the art of seduction and lovemaking.
Our heroine, Brielle, sees an online ad for The Gentleman Mentor, and she's immediately intrigued. He promises discreet, life-changing lessons, and wanting to live life to the fullest, she e-mails him. They make an agreement. Six weeks. Six lessons, and then they'll part ways. But lines begin to blur, and soon the Gentleman Mentor is doing things he's never done with previous clients, and feeling possessive of Brielle.
I knew very little about the world of BDSM, other than what I'd read in a few popular romance novels. I was intrigued, but I knew in order to breathe life into this book, I'd need to challenge myself to go further than a few boundary-pushing sex scenes. Nailing the essence of my male character felt vital to the story. I wanted to capture the true personality of a Dominant — so all of his actions, inner thoughts and dialogue had to fit.
In preparation for writing this story, I reached out to a blogger who runs Shameless Book Club, who in turn connected me with some valuable real-life BDSM resources in the form of a husband and wife Dom/sub, as well as a Domme. They were incredibly helpful, from explaining how a BDSM club works, to reading and critiquing parts of my story, to casting light on how a Dom behaves — which was my favorite part. I learned to make him confident and sure, almost to the point of cockiness. His dialogue is rarely in the form of a question. He gives commands, and direction, while always looking after his partner's well-being.
With this solid foundation in place, I let my imagination run wild, crafting and filling in the scenes that made up this story. It's a story of love and hope with a whole lotta alpha male, and I'm oh so very happy with the final result. It comes out tomorrow (May 5) and is available for preorder everywhere.
About The Gentleman Mentor:
He calls himself the Gentleman Mentor.
Just reading his ad makes me feel more alive than I have in years.
He promises to teach me the art of seduction … and show me the most sinfully erotic pleasures. He's going to help me become the kind of confident, sexy woman men can't ignore.
Six lessons … with the most gorgeous man … who happens to be a Dom.
The only problem … now that I've experienced his brand of delectable domination will anyone else ever compare?
She's a client. That's all.
Or it should be.
But with every lesson, she's becoming more.
The secrets I'm hiding behind the image of the Gentleman Mentor make telling her the truth—and having anything real—impossible.
I'm training her for another man, and that fact guts me every time I think of it.
I know she's not mine … but part of me won't accept that.
Am I willing to risk it all to keep her?
April 10, 2015
Meeting his new client for the first time ~The Gentleman Mentor excerpt
I take a minute to survey her. She’s petite, just like I imagined her. Brunette. Big blue eyes whose gaze drifts between mine and the floor as if she doesn’t know where to look. There must be some goddamn mistake, because there’s no way she’d need any help attracting a man. But if it’s my help she wants, I won’t refuse her.
“May I?” I ask, pulling out the seat next to her and moving toward it. She’s timid, and I need to remember my manners.
“Please,” she says. “I’m Brielle.”
“No names.”
“Everyone calls me Brie, though.” She twists her hands in her lap.
“Sweetheart?” I say, and her gaze darts up to mine. “I said no names.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” She swallows down her nerves. “But what should I call you?”
“You may call me Dom.”
Our gazes connect, and a flash of desire pools low in my spine. Fucking hell. This should be interesting.
*Release Date 5/5*
“May I?” I ask, pulling out the seat next to her and moving toward it. She’s timid, and I need to remember my manners.
“Please,” she says. “I’m Brielle.”
“No names.”
“Everyone calls me Brie, though.” She twists her hands in her lap.
“Sweetheart?” I say, and her gaze darts up to mine. “I said no names.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” She swallows down her nerves. “But what should I call you?”
“You may call me Dom.”
Our gazes connect, and a flash of desire pools low in my spine. Fucking hell. This should be interesting.
*Release Date 5/5*
February 3, 2015
Reckless Love Chapter One
Chapter 1
Ian
The worst part about training mode was the no-pussy rule.
My intense training schedule, brutal workouts, and strict diet were nothing compared to the hell of not being able to satisfy my needy cock. I had a fight in less than a week, which meant I wasn’t going to see any action anytime soon, and the beautiful girl bouncing before me pushed every button I had. Pornographic thoughts ripped through my brain, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the pulse throbbing in my erection.
A one-way mirror in the office faced the gym’s solitary treadmill. I’d come in to grab a drink from the mini fridge and was in the office when MacKenzie arrived, so when she jumped on the treadmill for her morning run, I figured I might as well sit for a minute and take in the view. But it was such a fucking cocktease, I wanted to punch someone.
Her body was a twelve out of ten. My dick was telling me to pull her hot ass off the treadmill, take her in the shower, spread her legs, and give her the best fuck she’d ever had.
MacKenzie was a treat for all the senses. From the breathy gasps of exertion pushing past her parted lips, to the rhythmic way her tits bounced, and the delectable feminine scent of deodorant and sweat I could smell whenever I was stupid enough to wander near her.
Though it wasn’t just about her fantastic tits and perfect ass. She had those in spades, but there was more to her. I could see it in her now. When most people went for a run, their faces relaxed and their eyes became unfocused as they zoned out. Their body might be running, but their mind was somewhere else as they bobbed along to their music.
When Kenzie ran, it wasn’t just her body in motion. Behind her gentle expression was a sense of determination. Initially I thought she was running away from something, but there was no fear in her eyes, only clarity of purpose. No, she wasn’t running from anything, she was running toward something.
Strength and determination in a woman were sexy as hell. I added those attributes to the list of things I liked about this girl, as if there weren’t enough already. I loved watching her push forward. Her confidence and her zing, combined with her…
Well, combined with her amazing tits. Perky and palm-sized, they were perfect. I couldn’t stop watching them bounce as she ran, the same way they would bounce if she rode me. Who invented one-way mirrors? I could fucking kiss them.
But I’d had my chance with her, and I screwed it up. Now she wouldn’t give me the time of day.
So this was all I could do—sit and watch from afar. Or nearby, now that she worked at the gym I trained in every single day. I should have switched gyms when she started working here, but all my fights were set up through the owner, Chris. Besides, Chris had worked hard to get me where I was today. Leaving him now that I was finally on the verge of breaking through would be a dick move.
So I was stuck. Who could dream up a more frustrating hell?
MACKENZIE
My morning run was always better if I had a good view from the treadmill. The free weights were set up right next to my machine, and since I was at a mostly male gym that focused on mixed martial arts fighting, my odds for having a great run were excellent.
Today, however, the view was rather dismal. There were only a few guys lifting weights, and they were featherweights. I hated to use the word scrawny with any of these guys, because they all had serious muscle, but compared to the other guys at the gym, they were a bit…smallish.
Since there was nothing good to look at while I ran, I zoned out. I couldn’t help it. At only nine in the morning, a girl was allowed to mentally check out for a moment or two. So I was startled when Ian came out of the office just a few feet from me. Almost fell off the dang machine.
The one-way mirror in the office looked right out onto the treadmill. How long had he been back there? Not that he would have seen anything he liked. The prick.
Our eyes met for a second. His square jaw clenched and his cool blue gaze darted away from mine. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. The small motion emphasized the bulging arm muscles that came out of his shirtsleeve. I swallowed and caught myself licking my lips. I hated that my body still wanted him, that I still wanted him.
He paused for a moment next to the treadmill and chewed his lip as if he was considering saying hello.
Keep walking, asshat.
As if he’d heard my thoughts, he started moving again up to the front of the gym.
Cade was here. I waved across the room to him. Every Saturday morning, Cade came to spar with Ian. It was cute how they worked at their little bromance, even though Cade and Alexa were practically married and spent all their time together.
I saw Alexa every Thursday on our regular girls’ night, but that was often the only time I’d see her now that we no longer worked together at the hospital. I sometimes worried that all it would take was Cade popping the question for her to be pulled away from me altogether. I was used to saying good-bye to people, but Alexa had been around so long, she was like family. The only family I’d ever had, really. Growing up in foster homes, I’d never had anyone who was a forever person, but Alexa was close, the closest I’d come.
Um, and not in that way, either. I was into guys. And speaking of guys, my view had just improved exponentially.
Ian was in the practice cage with Cade, and they both had their shirts off. Mmm. Cade—Mr. Former Porn Star—had a nice chest. I could see why they paid him to take it all off, but he wasn’t really my type. He was such a nice guy. Who would have thought the adult-film star who could pull off a four-hour erection would be such a sweetie? Also, Alexa would kick my ass just for appreciating his nice pecs. Or she’d try, anyway.
Ian, on the other hand, I could hardly put into words. He trained here at the gym six hours a day, six days a week, and had the body to prove it. His arms were rock hard, and his shoulder and back muscles were defined and firm. I wanted to trace my fingers along them and tickle his skin. And his abs—
Oops. I almost fell off the treadmill trying to see his abs. Anyway, his abs were flipping solid. I didn’t know why they call them a six-pack since he clearly had eight well-defined muscles there, and I would love to run my tongue over each and every one of them.
Don’t even get me started with his eyes. Cool blue, and always so serious and business-like, but deep. Sometimes I thought back to that night, the way he looked at me as if he was going to take care of me. As if he’d never let anyone hurt me.
It was so easy to fall into his gaze that night and lose myself. It made me wish I could get wrapped up in him again.
But I never would. Not after that night.
Ian
The worst part about training mode was the no-pussy rule.
My intense training schedule, brutal workouts, and strict diet were nothing compared to the hell of not being able to satisfy my needy cock. I had a fight in less than a week, which meant I wasn’t going to see any action anytime soon, and the beautiful girl bouncing before me pushed every button I had. Pornographic thoughts ripped through my brain, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the pulse throbbing in my erection.
A one-way mirror in the office faced the gym’s solitary treadmill. I’d come in to grab a drink from the mini fridge and was in the office when MacKenzie arrived, so when she jumped on the treadmill for her morning run, I figured I might as well sit for a minute and take in the view. But it was such a fucking cocktease, I wanted to punch someone.
Her body was a twelve out of ten. My dick was telling me to pull her hot ass off the treadmill, take her in the shower, spread her legs, and give her the best fuck she’d ever had.
MacKenzie was a treat for all the senses. From the breathy gasps of exertion pushing past her parted lips, to the rhythmic way her tits bounced, and the delectable feminine scent of deodorant and sweat I could smell whenever I was stupid enough to wander near her.
Though it wasn’t just about her fantastic tits and perfect ass. She had those in spades, but there was more to her. I could see it in her now. When most people went for a run, their faces relaxed and their eyes became unfocused as they zoned out. Their body might be running, but their mind was somewhere else as they bobbed along to their music.
When Kenzie ran, it wasn’t just her body in motion. Behind her gentle expression was a sense of determination. Initially I thought she was running away from something, but there was no fear in her eyes, only clarity of purpose. No, she wasn’t running from anything, she was running toward something.
Strength and determination in a woman were sexy as hell. I added those attributes to the list of things I liked about this girl, as if there weren’t enough already. I loved watching her push forward. Her confidence and her zing, combined with her…
Well, combined with her amazing tits. Perky and palm-sized, they were perfect. I couldn’t stop watching them bounce as she ran, the same way they would bounce if she rode me. Who invented one-way mirrors? I could fucking kiss them.
But I’d had my chance with her, and I screwed it up. Now she wouldn’t give me the time of day.
So this was all I could do—sit and watch from afar. Or nearby, now that she worked at the gym I trained in every single day. I should have switched gyms when she started working here, but all my fights were set up through the owner, Chris. Besides, Chris had worked hard to get me where I was today. Leaving him now that I was finally on the verge of breaking through would be a dick move.
So I was stuck. Who could dream up a more frustrating hell?
MACKENZIE
My morning run was always better if I had a good view from the treadmill. The free weights were set up right next to my machine, and since I was at a mostly male gym that focused on mixed martial arts fighting, my odds for having a great run were excellent.
Today, however, the view was rather dismal. There were only a few guys lifting weights, and they were featherweights. I hated to use the word scrawny with any of these guys, because they all had serious muscle, but compared to the other guys at the gym, they were a bit…smallish.
Since there was nothing good to look at while I ran, I zoned out. I couldn’t help it. At only nine in the morning, a girl was allowed to mentally check out for a moment or two. So I was startled when Ian came out of the office just a few feet from me. Almost fell off the dang machine.
The one-way mirror in the office looked right out onto the treadmill. How long had he been back there? Not that he would have seen anything he liked. The prick.
Our eyes met for a second. His square jaw clenched and his cool blue gaze darted away from mine. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. The small motion emphasized the bulging arm muscles that came out of his shirtsleeve. I swallowed and caught myself licking my lips. I hated that my body still wanted him, that I still wanted him.
He paused for a moment next to the treadmill and chewed his lip as if he was considering saying hello.
Keep walking, asshat.
As if he’d heard my thoughts, he started moving again up to the front of the gym.
Cade was here. I waved across the room to him. Every Saturday morning, Cade came to spar with Ian. It was cute how they worked at their little bromance, even though Cade and Alexa were practically married and spent all their time together.
I saw Alexa every Thursday on our regular girls’ night, but that was often the only time I’d see her now that we no longer worked together at the hospital. I sometimes worried that all it would take was Cade popping the question for her to be pulled away from me altogether. I was used to saying good-bye to people, but Alexa had been around so long, she was like family. The only family I’d ever had, really. Growing up in foster homes, I’d never had anyone who was a forever person, but Alexa was close, the closest I’d come.
Um, and not in that way, either. I was into guys. And speaking of guys, my view had just improved exponentially.
Ian was in the practice cage with Cade, and they both had their shirts off. Mmm. Cade—Mr. Former Porn Star—had a nice chest. I could see why they paid him to take it all off, but he wasn’t really my type. He was such a nice guy. Who would have thought the adult-film star who could pull off a four-hour erection would be such a sweetie? Also, Alexa would kick my ass just for appreciating his nice pecs. Or she’d try, anyway.
Ian, on the other hand, I could hardly put into words. He trained here at the gym six hours a day, six days a week, and had the body to prove it. His arms were rock hard, and his shoulder and back muscles were defined and firm. I wanted to trace my fingers along them and tickle his skin. And his abs—
Oops. I almost fell off the treadmill trying to see his abs. Anyway, his abs were flipping solid. I didn’t know why they call them a six-pack since he clearly had eight well-defined muscles there, and I would love to run my tongue over each and every one of them.
Don’t even get me started with his eyes. Cool blue, and always so serious and business-like, but deep. Sometimes I thought back to that night, the way he looked at me as if he was going to take care of me. As if he’d never let anyone hurt me.
It was so easy to fall into his gaze that night and lose myself. It made me wish I could get wrapped up in him again.
But I never would. Not after that night.
January 19, 2015
Surprise Book Annoucement and Exercpt
I've been keeping a pretty big secret, and today I'm delighted to share it with the world. I have a secret project I've been working on. For nearly two years now, readers have asked for the follow-up to my No. 1 bestselling book of all time, Hard to Love. Well, I listened and it's coming! Surprise! Reckless Love will be released on March 17. It's a hot MMA fighter romance! (It's a full-length stand-alone, but reading Hard to Love first will enhance your reading experience.)
EXCERPT FROM RECKLESS LOVE
"Is it true that you don't have sex before a big fight?" Her eyes widened at our abrupt change in topic.
"Yes," I finally answered. Her cute little frame seemed to relax a little, making me feel—once again—like a total jerk.
"So," she said as she looked up at me innocently through her eyelashes. "What does that do? For a fighter, I mean."
I chuckled. "You mean besides frustrate the hell out of us?"
She smiled—thank freaking goodness—then nodded for me to continue.
"You know that stereotype that most guys are boneheaded cave dwellers driven by instinct?"
"Is it considered a stereotype if it's true?" she said, then giggled.
God, she had a great laugh.
I nodded. "That's what I was getting at. On some very basic level, we fight in order to survive and procreate."
She scrunched up her nose, making her look super cute. "But wouldn't you fight better then? If you have sex, then you have someone to fight for, right?"
I shook my head. "We fight to procreate. Once we've had sex, we've done the job and have no reason to fight."
"Hmm." She nodded. "So I guess now that you aren't fighting for a while, you're free to take care of business." Her gaze drifted down my body.Reckless Love
EXCERPT FROM RECKLESS LOVE
"Is it true that you don't have sex before a big fight?" Her eyes widened at our abrupt change in topic.
"Yes," I finally answered. Her cute little frame seemed to relax a little, making me feel—once again—like a total jerk.
"So," she said as she looked up at me innocently through her eyelashes. "What does that do? For a fighter, I mean."
I chuckled. "You mean besides frustrate the hell out of us?"
She smiled—thank freaking goodness—then nodded for me to continue.
"You know that stereotype that most guys are boneheaded cave dwellers driven by instinct?"
"Is it considered a stereotype if it's true?" she said, then giggled.
God, she had a great laugh.
I nodded. "That's what I was getting at. On some very basic level, we fight in order to survive and procreate."
She scrunched up her nose, making her look super cute. "But wouldn't you fight better then? If you have sex, then you have someone to fight for, right?"
I shook my head. "We fight to procreate. Once we've had sex, we've done the job and have no reason to fight."
"Hmm." She nodded. "So I guess now that you aren't fighting for a while, you're free to take care of business." Her gaze drifted down my body.Reckless Love
August 18, 2014
Filthy Beautiful Lies is Now Available!!
He hooks his palm around the back of my neck, drawing my mouth closer to his. “Take off your panties,” he whispers.
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