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December 27, 2017
Come hang out with me in Florida!
I’ll be in Florida this April for Wicked Book Weekend 2018. Come hang out with me and a bunch of other authors. There will be bookish fun and parties!
Tickets on sale now.
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December 25, 2017
December 22, 2017
Reissue!!! The Unwanted — FBI Psychics Novella
The Unwanted–The FBI Psychics
Sizzling, suspenseful, and very, very dark—THE UNWANTED is a sexy, fast-paced thriller that will leave you breathless!-Alyssa Day, New York Times bestselling author
A Novella of the FBI Psychics
Can be read as a stand alone.
Destin Mortin’s psychic gift comes with an ugly twist—she excels at tracking down violent rapists. But it’s rough on relationships. Once, her partner Caleb was her everything: filter, shield, rescuer, lover. The only man who didn’t think her a freak. Then he walked away.
Destin turned her back on the FBI to work for a private agency, but now a particularly horrendous case has come up, and her boss wants her paired with only the best.
For Caleb Durand, leaving Destin was an act of self-preservation. Every time she flung herself headlong into dangerous situations, every time he nursed her through soul-crushing visions, he’d died a little more inside.
Now they are forced to work together one last time. Tragedy has changed them both, but Caleb knows if he lowers his shields for an instant, he won’t have an icicle’s chance in hell of resisting the temptation to lose himself in her wild power.
But to catch the rapist, it’s exactly what he’ll have to do.
Excerpt
He was painfully, acutely aware of the woman sitting off to his side.
Shifting his attention to her, he found himself staring at her profile. Her gaze was locked on some point just above Oz’s head, like she couldn’t be bothered to look at him and he guessed he couldn’t blame her.
After all, he’d walked away from her.
He’d walked away from this woman he’d loved more than anything…Destin Mortin…the woman who had slowly been killing him inside. She just hadn’t realized it.
His heart had withered away to ashes inside his chest over the past five years and he’d hadn’t ever planned on seeing her again. If it wasn’t for Oz, he could have probably managed to do just that.
Now? Shit, now he couldn’t remember how he’d felt just five minutes ago—when he’d been almost level. Not happy, never that. Not without her. But he’d existed. He’d been level.
Now it was like he was freefalling all over again.
And she still wouldn’t look at him.
Hell, maybe that was best. If he could get settled again before those big blue eyes shifted his way, he’d be better off.
Time fell away and it was like the very first time he’d seen her. Just like then, he wanted to grab her and protect her against all the world. He wanted to grab her and do every dirty thing imaginable to her. He wanted to grab her and just stare at her face. Learn everything that had happened in the past five years.
Even though he knew every line of her face, every inch of her body, he wanted to relearn them, see if anything had changed.
And still, she hadn’t looked at him.
All he could see was her profile, the clear, elegant lines of her cheek, her chin. The straight line of her nose, her unsmiling mouth.
She was still so beautiful. And if he let himself, he imagined he could lower his shields and find himself lost in the heat of her. That wild, powerful soul. The temptation was strong.
No. Don’t, Caleb. You’re here for a job, only a job. With that thought firm in his mind, he did a quick mental check on his shields. All nice and solid.
So far, she hadn’t turned to look at him and that was good. Gave him a minute to settle himself before he looked into that beautiful face, before he lost himself in the vivid intensity that glowed in her ice-blue eyes. She’d cut her hair. Seriously cut, as in so short it almost looked like she’d buzzed the back of it. It was longer on top, falling in straight, silken tresses to frame her face. As he studied her, she reached up, pushing her fingers through the soft, black strands. Her nails were unpolished, clipped almost brutally short, not a single ring in sight. He frowned, trying to recall if he’d ever seen those pretty hands without polish and glittery rings.
She glanced at him over her shoulder, a quick look that let him see her face for all of, oh, maybe three seconds. Then she looked back at Oz. “What’s the deal, Oz?”
“A job,” Oz said, smiling a little. “You didn’t think I called you in here for cupcakes and milk, did you?”
Destin sighed and crossed one leg over the other. “I can always hope. I like cupcakes and milk.”
Her unspoken words hung heavy between. I don’t like this. Not at all.
I’m not too thrilled about it myself, sugar, he thought sourly as the ache in his chest twisted, shifted, settled.
It was a good thing he hadn’t come out here with any big expectations about getting over Destin. Because that obviously hadn’t happened.
Destin seemed about as thrilled to have him there as he was about being there, he decided, venturing a few more feet into the room. With his heart a leaden weight, he shifted his attention away from her to look at Oz.
It didn’t matter that he’d focused, meditated, prepared himself.
It was like preparing yourself to ride a tornado.
There was just no preparing yourself for the ride to come. You could know it was going to happen, but that was it.
Staring into her pale green eyes, he thought bitterly, Damn you, Oz.
If he wasn’t mistaken, there was amusement in her eyes.
Yeah, you be amused, scheming bitch, he thought sourly as he settled in the chair next to Destin’s. One nice thing about the fact that she wasn’t in the Bureau anymore, he didn’t have to school his thoughts quite so much.
She might pick up the odd and random thought, but she wasn’t his boss and he didn’t have to deal with her on the job once he finished here.
Destin crossed her legs, lovely legs left bare by the knee-length black skirt. It was almost severe in its simplicity, but she could have been wearing sackcloth and it wouldn’t detract from the sheer beauty of her.
Her skin was the color of sun-kissed ivory…she didn’t tan. She never had, but her skin would get this soft glow. Just the faintest bit of color. It made him think of peaches. And he wanted to stroke a hand down her thighs, press a kiss to her knee. Caleb had the weirdest feeling that if he closed his eyes, he could smell the sweet scent of Destin’s skin on the air and lust, need, punched through him.
Not what you need to think about.
Job. He was just here about a job.
Tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair, he said softly, “You want to tell me why I was put on a plane at four o’clock in the afternoon? By now, I ought to be settling down to eat dinner, watch some TV and relax. Instead…I’m here. Why am I here?” Flicking a glance at his watch, he checked the time. Play it cool. That was what he had to do. Play it cool so neither of them realized how hard it was to be here.
Play it cool and maybe nobody would realize the truth…he still loved the woman sitting next to him. He always would.
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December 21, 2017
May it be happy & safe…
2017 was a rough one. Here’s to hoping 2018 is better.
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December 19, 2017
Totally Stole This From Facebook…what do you see?
Of course, this time I saw totally different words than I saw the last time.
Manipulation. Cynicism. Worship.
2018 is going to be interesting. Maybe good, maybe bad, but interesting.
What do you see?
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December 13, 2017
The writing blahs
I’ve got the writing blahs. One thing about being a writer, when you have the blahs, it makes it majorly hard to work. I’m not talking depression, per se. I’ve been dealing with that for…wow, about twenty years and counting.
Just…the writing blahs. Days when it’s hard to get motivated and focused, things you need when you’re a creator. Lately I’ve been doing more ghostwriting…the holidays are here and money is always tight around the holidays, so it’s a matter of priorities, and while my GW contracts are usually pretty fun to write, it’s not the same as pursuing the ideas that run around like little white bunnies in my head, desperate to be caught…or at least, they act like they are desperate.
I’ve got three ideas simmering now in my brain and I’m drawing close to being done on F*CK CLUB: SHAME, but I need to get my freelance work done first.
Yet…the blahs.
Working past them. How to do it…
Sometimes I get out of the house and go write, a local coffee shop, a working lunch at a restaurant, but that can get pricey.
Other days, I crank up music and light candles.
On days when I’m really desperate…I’ll work out.
I went out for a working lunch yesterday. I think today, I’ll light a candle and put on some music.
I’m not so desperate that I’ll do a workout. Not yet anyway.
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December 12, 2017
The Redeeming…reissuing in January
A New Year’s read for you!
Bred for destruction but longing for redemption, this second chance is all they have.
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.
This book was previously published.
Warning: This title contains some hot loving, a desperate struggle between wrong and right, some angels, some demons and a race against time.
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December 8, 2017
Gifts for the Geek Girl… or any girl
Looking for gifts for the geek girl? Or for yourself? Here are some fun ones. The first is a given. Almost all of us love chocolate, right?
FYI, Vosges is a little more pricey than regular chocolate
and so worth it…
Every year, I tell myself I’ll Get It
For the book loving geek…
A Whole Store Dedicated To Booklovers
During The Holidays, We Need More Of It, Too
I Love It When They Have The Women’s Fit
Beep Boop Beep
If You Don’t Love R2, I Don’t Know You
Okay, THIS Is AWESOME
I Am Sparta!!!
Have you found any unique or fun gifts during your browsing?
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December 7, 2017
The Unwanted…reissuing this month
The Unwanted
Sizzling, suspenseful, and very, very dark—THE UNWANTED is a sexy, fast-paced thriller that will leave you breathless!-Alyssa Day, New York Times bestselling author
A Novella of the FBI Psychics
Can be read as a stand alone.
Destin Mortin’s psychic gift comes with an ugly twist—she excels at tracking down violent rapists. But it’s rough on relationships. Once, her partner Caleb was her everything: filter, shield, rescuer, lover. The only man who didn’t think her a freak. Then he walked away.
Destin turned her back on the FBI to work for a private agency, but now a particularly horrendous case has come up, and her boss wants her paired with only the best.
For Caleb Durand, leaving Destin was an act of self-preservation. Every time she flung herself headlong into dangerous situations, every time he nursed her through soul-crushing visions, he’d died a little more inside.
Now they are forced to work together one last time. Tragedy has changed them both, but Caleb knows if he lowers his shields for an instant, he won’t have an icicle’s chance in hell of resisting the temptation to lose himself in her wild power.
But to catch the rapist, it’s exactly what he’ll have to do.
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December 5, 2017
Free Christmas Read…Make Me Believe
This is an older EC story, one of my first books.
Chelly is going nuts-she thinks. And she’s fighting for the right to keep her little boy. Right before Christmas, her ex announces he is going to sue for custody of their child. Because she is losing her mind. She is talking to a man who doesn’t exist. A tall, sexy creature with wicked blue eyes and magic in his hands. And he can’t possibly exist. After all, elves aren’t real.
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