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Shame is coming…just a few more days…

“I’m going to come inside and take a look around,” he announced.

“Shame,” she said, sighing, “you don’t need to do that.”

“I do.” He opened the door and met her halfway around the car, eying her as she walked and noting that she was steadier than she had been. “You’re steady now.”

“I am. I think it was just the adrenaline. You did him a lot more damage than he did to me,” she pointed out.

“I didn’t do enough.” He waited until she started for the house, then he fell into step with her, taking the keys from her to unlock the door. He held it for her, but with a hand on her shoulder, kept her from moving deeper into the house as he hit the lights and did a quick walk through the kitchen, then the living room and the rest of the lower level.

“Are you going to go upstairs and check my bedroom next?” she asked tartly. “Make sure that guy didn’t follow us out here and somehow manage to hide under my bed?”

“You’ve got a smart mouth,” Shame said, cutting a look at her. And because he was weak, he found himself staring at her mouth.

The faint swell in the middle only made him more aware of the fullness of the entire curve of her lower lip. “I don’t like seeing marks on you,” he said, voice raw.

“I know you don’t,” she said softly. “But I’m fine, and you can stop worrying.”

He told himself to do just that. But instead, he moved closer. “Did he touch you anywhere?” Shame demanded.

She blinked, looking caught off guard. “I… He grabbed my arms. They are sore, might bruise a little, but it’s no big deal.”

“Bruises are a big deal to me,” he said, his vision going a little hazy. He wanted to hunt the bastard down and put a few bruises on him.

“Shame…for crying out loud.” She sounded exasperated. To his surprise, she shrugged out of the gauzy blouse she wore.

His heart started to thud in slow, heavy beats as the material was peeled away, revealing pale skin that never freckled and sleek, toned arms. She turned to the side and brandished one arm, bared completely. She wore a tank top with thin straps and all he could think was that he could strip that shirt away in a second.

Then he saw the mottled discoloration on her arm.

“You are going to bruise,” he said, voice thick. He didn’t remember closing the distance between them, but he had, and now, as he reached out to gently trace the mark with his fingertip, he noticed that her skin had broken out in goose bumps. “You’re cold.”

Charli wasn’t looking at him. “No. I’m fine.”

But a light shiver raced down her spine.

Cupping her chin, he dragged her face around so he could see her eyes. He loved her eyes—steel blue and incisive, all the intelligence she had shining in them.

Sometimes, she looked at him and those eyes were soft, and emotions she shouldn’t be feeling for him would flicker there. When he saw that, it made him weak.

And now, those emotions were glinting in her eyes.

Groaning, he went to pull his hand away.

She caught his wrist.

“Let go, Charli,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because.”

“That’s not a reason,” she said, her voice a challenge.

“It’s reason enough,” he told her. “Let me go. I shouldn’t have come in here.”

“But a monster might have been hiding under my bed,” she teased.

There was a monster standing in front of her and she seemed blind to it.

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Release Day… Shame and a CONTEST!

Releasing 2.26.2018

Max “Shame”’ Schaeffer knows only one way—the hard way. He lives hard, drinks hard, fights hard…and if comes to it, he figures he’ll die hard, too. The only soft thing in his life is Charli Steele, the younger sister of his two best friends. He knows she thinks she’s in love with him, but with his tarnished and messed-up past, he doesn’t see anything in him worthy of love.

Dr. Charli Steele knows more about Shame than he realizes, and she has loved him since they were kids—scars and all. He loves her, too. She is sure he does. But Shame will never give in to it. Until one brief, stolen night leads to another…and another. Then Shame decides to throw it all away. Heartbroken, she retreats, intent on trying to heal from this latest rejection. But a phone call in the middle of the night changes everything.

Shame is hurt, and he needs her.

It turns out he needs her a lot more than he realizes. But will he let her in…before it’s too late?

* * * *

Charli didn’t seem to mind his lack of response, running her tongue over his top lip before moving to the lower one, flirting with the seam of his lips before starting it all over again, teasing and taunting him.

When he still didn’t move, she eased away. But if he expected her to be dejected by the fact that he still wasn’t reacting…well, he had to remember. This was Charli Steele. And what Charli wanted, Charli got.

The determination glinted in her eyes as she pulled back.

If he was a smart man, one who believed in self-preservation, he would have turned and run like hell.

But maybe he was tired of fighting a need that tied him in knots.

So he just stood there as she reached for the waistband of her skin-skimming tank top and peeled it away, proving that she, too, could dispose of the shirt in a second.

Under it, she wore a bra the same color as the tank—midnight blue—and her skin gleamed like satin against it. He’d been with women who wore lingerie so exotic it boggled the mind. Yet there was nothing he’d ever seen as sexy as Charli in a dark blue bra and her jeans. She moved closer again and wrapped her arms around his neck. “How long you think you can hold out?” she whispered against his lips.

That was a damn good question.

The feel of her skin against his was a temptation he wasn’t sure he could handle.

It was a torment he wanted more than anything.

He didn’t like to be touched during sex.

He’d do all the touching, all the fucking, all the everything, but having Charli dip her hands into his hair as she slanted her mouth over his was a sweet, sweet pleasure and he groaned as she licked at his mouth.

That faint noise had his mouth open just the slightest and he tensed as she teased her way past his lips, bringing with her his first real taste of her.

It was a drug.

It was the drug.

The drug he’d crave the rest of his life.

And that was the second crack in his control.

As he opened wider for her kiss, she curled around him and thrust her tongue past his lips. Her nails scraped over his scalp and he shivered, thinking about feeling those short, neat nails scraping over other parts of him.

She arched against him, and even though he knew it wasn’t possible, he imagined he could feel the heat, separated by layers of denim and cloth. He wanted to strip away her jeans, peel off her panties and kneel in front of her, taste the wet heat of her pussy, then lift her up and impale her on his cock.

That image didn’t quite shatter his control.

But her shaky voice as she whispered against his lips? That did him in. “I want you, Max. Please don’t act like you don’t want me back.”

His control shattered, falling to tiny pieces around him.

Shoving a hand into her hair, he yanked her head back and took control of the kiss just as she went to slide her tongue into his mouth again. He caught that sweet thing and sucked on her, feeling her shake against him. Her nipples were stiff points, stabbing at him through the silk of her bra and he reached up and yanked the straps down her shoulders to bare her breasts.

He pulled back to stare at her, desperate to feast his eyes on a sight that he’d fantasized about for years.

Charli was petite, but she was also stacked. As he cupped her breasts in his palms, she arched against him, filling his hands to overflowing. “Not want you?” he muttered as he lightly tweaked her left nipple. “I don’t know, Charli.” He caught her hip in his hand and dragged her up against him, letting her feel the weight of his erection against her belly. “Does this feel like I want you?”

She whimpered, her eyes going wide as he boosted her up and planted her against the door. “Maybe you didn’t get a good enough idea,” he said, his cock now cuddled between her thighs. “You think I want you?”

Her breath caught in her throat.

It made her tits rise and fall and he swore, lifting her left breast up so he could close his mouth around her nipple. She shrieked as he bit down lightly.

And this time, he knew he wasn’t imagining anything as a rush of warmth centered between Charli’s thighs.

Dragging his mouth from hers, he met her fogged gaze and said, “You better call a stop to this now, before it’s too late.”

“You think I’ve spent the past few years trying to get you to pay attention to me to back away now?” She reached up and caught his neck, dragging his mouth back to hers.

She bit his lower lip and he growled in response, urged on by the wildness of her kiss. Crazed by it even.

He let her legs go and reached for the zipper of her jeans, desperate now to have her wrapped around his dick.

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Cover Reveal – F*CK CLUB: SHAME

Cover Reveal
F*CK CLUB: SHAME
3rd in a series, written to stand alone

Max “Shame”’ Schaeffer knows only one way—the hard way.  He lives hard, drinks hard, fights hard…and if comes to it, he figures he’ll die hard, too. The only soft thing in his life is Charli Steele, the younger sister of his two best friends.  He knows she thinks she’s in love with him, but with his tarnished and messed-up past, he doesn’t see anything in him worthy of love.

Dr. Charli Steele knows more about Shame than he realizes, and she has loved him since they were kids—scars and all.  He loves her, too. She is sure he does. But Shame will never give in to it. Until one brief, stolen night leads to another…and another. Then Shame decides to throw it all away. Heartbroken, she retreats, intent on trying to heal from this latest rejection.  But a phone call in the middle of the night changes everything.

Shame is hurt, and he needs her.

It turns out he needs her a lot more than he realizes.  But will he let her in…before it’s too late?

Releasing 2.26.2018

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F*CK CLUB NEWS!!

Shame’s book is done and off to the proofreader! It will be out at the end of February and I’ll have the cover posted in a few more days…

But for now!

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Now available… The Innocent

The Innocent – An FBI Psychic Novella

There’s only one reason Jay Roberts would set foot in a middle-of-nowhere town like Hell, Georgia. She’s got a bone to pick with her sort-of boyfriend. They only met online, but things got hot and heavy before their cyber link went silent.

She’s here to get in his face for an explanation. But no touching. Her psychic abilities make physical contact…complicated. Yet something about this relationship made her think things would be different. She’s not in Hell twenty minutes before bad vibes have her skin crawling.

Corruption has stained the very fabric of Linc Dawson’s town, and now it’s stolen something very dear to him. The last thing he has time for is nursing Jay’s broken heart.

But Jay isn’t going anywhere. Not only because she’s not giving up on him, because she’s got access to the kind of backup nobody wants on their bad side. And Linc discovers the woman who’s afraid to touch him could actually be his best chance. At salvation, at hope, at life. Maybe even love…

Warning: This book contains a not-so-naive virgin, a pissed-off former cop, lots of frustration, if you know what I mean, and more trouble than either of them know what to do with.

Excerpt

The relief that hit him was almost devastating. Head swimming, he collapsed back against the window sill, clutching her against him. “But you… Morgan…”

“My boss.” She rested her brow against his chest. “I had a feeling there was going to be trouble and she sent Taige here to help me cover my ass. Linc, there are some big-ass problems going on here and I need to know what’s going on with your daughter.”

He stared at her face, her eyes, vivid and intent.

The tension, the fear that had been mounting in him for the past hour—more—felt like it abruptly drained out of him. A little pop practically sounded in his ear and he sagged, hauling her against him, uncaring of the blood that stained her shirt. It didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered.

He had a reprieve.

He was a cop and he knew what the truth was, knew it waited for him.

But that wasn’t why Jay was here.

All that frustration and fear came out of him in a shaking sigh and he slowly lifted his head, stared into her eyes.

Then, focused on just one thing, he nodded. “That’s not why you came.”

She touched his cheek. “No.”

Eyes closed, he pressed his brow to hers. Everything else could wait. He drew her body against his, breathed in the warm, soft scent of her. Right now, this was all that mattered. He could have one night where he pushed everything to the side…right?

 

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Reissue – Hunter’s Edge –

Hunter’s Edge

Some love can last a lifetime—their love was destined to last longer.

Angel’s first words to Kel were I’m going to marry you. She was seven at the time. He was eight. And he didn’t laugh when she spoke the words. Best friends as children, lovers as young adults, they had an unexplainable bond. Their future looked set. Until the night they were attacked by a creature that couldn’t exist.

Angel survived the attack—barely. But Kel didn’t. Or at least, nobody thought he did. His body was never found and Angel’s life would never be the same.

The attack might not have killed Kel’s body, but it sure as hell killed his heart. Twelve years later, there’s one part of his former life that he can’t move past. Angel. He can’t let her go, but he can’t have her either. She doesn’t even realize he is still alive.

But when a threat surfaces, Kel’s willing to do whatever it takes to protect Angel. Even if it drives them both to the edge of insanity and back.

This book is part of the author’s Hunter series, but can be read as a standalone.
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Cabin Fever

Cabin fever…was the phrase coined by a parent who was trapped in a house with kids after too many snows days?

School was cancelled Friday, MLK Day was Monday, no school Tuesday…

I ended up doing what any sane writer would do.  I left the house, went to the nearest restaurant and sat in the bar, had a partially liquid lunch and wrote like a fiend.

I sat there for hours, writing like I haven’t been able to write for the past four days.  I don’t usually work as much on the weekend, but any parent can attest to how hard it is to concentrate when kids are in the house–it’s even worse when kids are in the house and bored.

Usually they decide they want to shovel driveways or something to earn some money but not this time around.  I think the temperatures of oh…11 degrees had something to do with it. Probably why they aren’t outside playing in the snow as much either.

Guitar kid was supposed to have a recording session on Monday but that got called on account of snow, too.

One thing is obvious though…they better not cancel school again or I’m going to go out and clear the roads myself.

 

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Dear Sir, The Apology Isn’t Necessary

I went shopping yesterday… had to pick up a couple pairs of jeans and saw this necklace.  I found it at Torrid, my favorite place to shop, although damn it….please, stop putting fake pockets on the jeggings.

Today we had to go to the grocery story and while we were in the produce section, I was looking at the tomatoes and when I go to move forward, a little girl was kind of…well.  Right there.  Standing next to my cart.

She gave me the sweetest smile, then reached up and touched my necklace.  She didn’t say a thing, just reached up and grabbed the rose, staring at it and smiling.

I smiled back at her and asked her, “Do you like the rose?”

She didn’t answer, but I wasn’t really expecting one.  I could hear another girl behind me, in one of those low voices that people use when they’re trying not to be heard, “Dad, get her, she’s right there.”

Poor guy had like five kids, including my new friend who really loved my necklace.  She’s still petting it and he finally realizes where she’s at maybe thirty seconds later and comes rushing up, grabbing her hand and apologizing.

But there was nothing to apologize for.  A sweet kid saw something pretty that she liked and she wanted to admire it.  I liked the necklace myself, that’s why I bought it.  I told him he didn’t need to apologize and everything was okay.

But it makes me kind of sad, because I know some people would have been bothered by the fact that a cute little girl saw a pretty rose and wanted to admire it.

There isn’t enough love in this world.  Kindness…we need more of it.

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I started working on…

So I keep getting asked…

Are you going to write Travis’s book?

Today, I started it.  I can’t write a book until the characters start talking to me and last night, I got to thinking about Travis, and bam.

There was he was. Ready to talk.

Don’t know when it will be ready, or how/who will publish it.  But I’ve started.

 

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The Redeeming – Reissue!

 

Faced with the choice of torment or redemption, Jonah accepts the bargain laid out by his guardian angel as he lies dying in the street alone. Change…or die.

Not a hard choice, it seems. But then he meets Lily and has to wonder just what he’s agreed to by accepting this new life.

Even the angels call Lily unique—and she is. Born of a demon, but longing to be more, her one wish is granted—temporarily. But now her time is running out and she has an impossible task set before her. It doesn’t help that she can’t stop thinking of Jonah…or the very real demons that will come hunting her once they realize where she is.

With demons and angels tracking their every move, Jonah and Lily have a life to save before they can save themselves.

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“You want her to face her mother.” Jonah turned away, hoping to hide the fiery rage that built within, the need to howl. Not right…what they demanded wasn’t right. “Can’t you see how terrified she is?”

Jonah certainly could. Now he understood the fear he’d seen in her eyes.

Sansan sighed. “Indeed, we see it. But having a soul means you’re willing to sacrifice all for another. If she didn’t fear her mother, there would be no sacrifice.”

As Jonah turned, glaring, he found himself alone, in an empty room. Whirling, he grabbed a stained coffee cup from the desk and hurled it at the wall. “Damn it!” he shouted.

And then he collapsed onto the ground, looping his arms around his knees and bowing his head. “Damn it,” he whispered.

He was still trying to recover his ground when the knock came, a long time later. Wearily, he trudged to the door, opening it with dread. He knew who was on the other side.

A woman he had dreamed of.

A woman he hungered for.

A woman he barely knew.

A woman who had been born of a demon.

Staring into her eyes, Jonah thought, almost wildly, I don’t care…

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