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December 4, 2017
Geek Gifts for The Guy in Your Life
Who Would Not Like To Smell Like Beer
Cannot Say If I Am Intrigued Or Horrified
(It’s beer-infused)
For The Snazzy Dresser
Our Only Hope
Tell Me About It
You Know You Want One
Heh
Aw…Thank You
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December 2, 2017
Working on the next FBI Psychic story
It’s in edits and I’m waiting on the cover. Looking at 2018 release, probably around springtime.
Wanted to share the blurb with ya….it’s not up for preorder, yet. But soon!
An untrained psychic, a marked man—all odds are against them.
Nyrene Goldman is having one hell of a bad week. First she finds out that her boyfriend isn’t just a two-timing bastard. He’s actually married, and she’s the other woman. Then she’s in a car wreck and the next day, she wakes up with the headache to end all headaches…and she’s hearing voices and seeing visions. When those visions start to come true, she doesn’t know whether to think she’s going crazy or if the wreck rattled her brain more than she thought.
A trip to the hospital puts her on a collision course with one seriously sexy cop. At the sight of him, everything in her brain screams DANGER!
Officer Bennett “Dev” Deverall is a man with a target on his back. One of the few good police officers in a nest of vipers, he’s doing his damnedest to put together a case to take out the dirty cops—before they take him out. If there’s one thing he doesn’t need, it’s a damsel in distress, but while his armor might be a little tarnished these days, he’s never been one to walk away from somebody who needs him. The problem is, once he gets entangled with one Nyrene Goldman, his already screwed-up life gets even more complicated.
She knows things she shouldn’t know, tells him things nobody should know, and he can’t help but wonder if this gorgeous woman was put here to trip him up at the worst possible time.
But after a few too many close calls, he’s forced to admit there’s something weird going on with the pretty nurse. Something that can’t be explained.
The two of them wind up on a collision course with fate and now isn’t the time to doubt themselves, or each other. Not if they want to survive.
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November 30, 2017
What’s In A Name
When it comes to writing, there’s nothing like playing name games. It can be a complete pain in the butt when it comes to writing a book.
The name has to fit the character and there’s nothing like naming your character and being told the name won’t work.
Fortunately that doesn’t happen, but when it does? Arrrggghhh….
I’ve got the entire internet at my disposal, a baby name book that a friend gave me years ago, numerous baby naming websites and gems like BehindtheName.com if you really want to find a name based on race or where a person is from, etc.
Some of my best names have come from (they do surnames, too) and then my baby naming book, which also has cool lists like Names of Potential Politicians — just so we know what names to avoid these days — Best Girl Hippie Names and Best Jock Name.
But today I was putting together a new book synopsis and I needed seven names…no, ten names. Three couples, one super important secondary and three villians.
Where did I end up going?
Twitter. And I also looked at the names of the singers on my playlist. I avoided the Beyonces and Adeles, because they’re rather unique. 
November 28, 2017
On grieving
Sometimes words don’t cover it.
Grief. Grieving. They don’t really touch what you feel when you lose somebody who is a part of you.
M-W.com defines grief as
“deep and poignant distress caused by or as if by bereavement.”
That makes it sounds like the pain somehow stays inside, though. Like it’s cutting deep, but that cut is within you.
Real grief runs even deeper–it’s like a bullet hole that goes in almost clean on one side, but on its way out, it destroys everything and leaves a gaping hole on the back. It’s a pain that cuts through you.
It’s been six months since D. died. Six months today. I feel like a survivor of that bullet blast and the surface wound has started to heal and some scar tissues is forming, but I’ll do one thing wrong…like pick up a picture of my baby brother and it’s all new, all over again.
The good news is that I can go days without crying.
The good news is that people are moving past that stage where they walk on eggshells and ask in that nervous tone…How are you doing? Because that, while people mean well, puts me right back there to that day.
Christmas is going to be hard. My husband and I, my kids…together as a whole, I think we came through this stronger for it–I feel like I’ve forged in the fires of hell now. But my family as a whole hasn’t done very well and that is going to make the holidays even harder.
I’m trying to get back on schedule with regular stuff, though. As much as I can.
One thing is for certain…death happens. And the world keeps on turning.
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November 27, 2017
RULE YOU – VEGAS KNIGHTS
Surprise release…!!
RULE YOU – VEGAS KNIGHTS BOOK 3
I like ice in my whiskey and virgins on their knees.
Sly
Aside from my whiskey collection and back-alley brawling, virgins are my secret guilty pleasure. People can judge me all they want, but I don’t care. Not when I was the street rat they walked by with their noses turned up. Not when I had to talk with my fists to stay alive.
My life on the streets made me what I am today.
Cold.
Heartless.
Callous.
A sadistic bastard.
It all plays out in my bed, and the world can’t get enough of it on stage. They just don’t know that I was all of that and more, long before I decided to hide behind this image.
Then I meet Emmy.
The only thing hotter than her tempting curves and mile long legs is her smart mouth that was made for sin. And when I find out she’s a virgin, it’s game over. Emmy belongs in one of two places: in my bed or on her knees. I’m supposed to keep my distance. Because of who she is, I shouldn’t cross the line, but she’s the thing I desire most.
I just hope she realizes there won’t be a happy ever after with me.
You can’t fall in love when there’s venom where your heart should be.
Authors’ Note: Rule You is a full length steamy standalone romance with no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a happy ever after ending. Each book in the Vegas Knights Series can be read in any order. Trigger Content Warning: Contains sensitive, potentially polarizing topics, and emotionally dark story elements that may be disturbing to some readers. Intended for 18+ readers.
Excerpt
“Son of a bitch,” I muttered.
Reaching up, I rubbed at my eyes, certain that what I saw in front of me wasn’t really there.
But when I lowered my hands, sure enough, the naked woman locked in some sort of weird yoga pose was still there…yoga-ing.
Naked.
Completely naked.
Her seriously tight ass was thrust up in the air at me and tired as I was, confused as I was by the entire thing playing out in front of me, my dick stood up and took notice. I could see the folds of her pussy and dark blonde hair.
I was about two seconds away from having to adjust myself when she straightened in a slow, fluid movement and thrust her arms high overhead, her slim back arching.
She had pale blonde hair, thick streaks of pink and blue—
Shit.
The hot little not-caterer I’d seen at Angel’s baby shower almost two weeks ago.
Just as recognition hit, she shifted her pose again, turning.
Our eyes locked, my green with her blue-green, and her mouth dropped open.
The music deafened me to anything she might say, but I didn’t need to hear her to know what she’d just said.
Her mouth—a very perfect mouth—formed the words What the fuck?
Me, I’ve never been one to show much shame for anything and she was the one doing yoga naked in my best friend’s apartment. I lowered my gaze to her tits and stared.
They were damn near perfect tits, too. Apple-sized, topped with dark, pert nipples that made me want to bite them. Under my gaze, those nipples stiffened, although I didn’t immediately assume it was because she was feeling the same punch of heat I felt.
No, all sorts of things caused that reaction and judging by the way she snapped to rigid attention, her small fists falling to her sides as she straightened, anger was behind that telltale reaction.
Idly, I decided it was a good thing that men didn’t get hard-ons when they got pissed, the way a woman’s body might cause her nipples to tighten like this pretty lady’s were doing. I’d end up spending half my life fighting down an erection if that were the case.
She glared at me as she strode over to the couch and grabbed something. Sadly, it was a shirt. As she jerked it on over her head, I got another look at the curls between her thighs—a front view this time—and I had no doubt that pale blonde hair on her head was natural.
A split-second after I decided that, the music cut out and I looked up to see her holding a remote in her hand.
“Thanks for that,” I said. “I was about ready to drill a hole in my head to make it stop.”
She pursed her lips, a prissy, uptight look that was entirely too appealing. But hell, I’d just seen her naked. She could tell me to kiss her ass and I’d be intrigued.
“You frequently go around ogling strangers?” she demanded.
“Nah, only when they’re naked and doing yoga in my best friend’s home.” I paused, then added, “I assume Mac knows you’re naked and doing yoga in his home.”
She didn’t strike me as crazy, but one never knew.
She sniffed, that prissy look settling back on her face. “Considering the fact that I’m currently staying here, I don’t think he minds if I’m doing yoga.”
“Naked yoga?” I fired back. She was staying here? Who the fuck was she to be staying with Mac? “You a friend of Angel’s?”
“No. I’m her cousin.” She fluffed her hair and I noticed that the pink still hadn’t faded from her cheeks.
Well, shit.
My dick slowly started to deflate.
I had few rules when it came to sex, but I didn’t fuck women who were connected to my friends.
available on Amazon/Kindle Unlimited. Will be made available on other platforms in winter 2019
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November 26, 2017
For Your Black Friday Weekend Viewing Pleasure
I did some Christmas shopping over the weekend and found some funny things on Amazon and thought I’d share. Maybe you’ll find something fun to buy somebody.
November 25, 2017
My Turkey Day…and Small Biz Saturday
Hope everybody had a great Thanksgiving. This year’s turkey was the best I’d ever made. I soaked in it a brine of hard apple cider, water, salt and some spices and I injected it with that cajun creole butter sauce. It sat like that for three days and came out nice and juicy.
I’m torn, though, because as good as that turkey was, there was something almost as, maybe even better…
Texas Chocolate Sheet Cake.
Image Via BettyCrocker.Com
Oh, my goodness.
FYI, the image isn’t mine. It’s from the recipe page at BettyCrocker.com.
The only thing I did differently was add the nuts after I iced the cake because not everybody in my family likes them and this way I could do the nuts on half the cake and leave the other half plain. IMO, it’s delicious both ways.
Yesterday was Black Friday and I bought a few things online for Christmas, but not much. I don’t venture out too often on Black Friday. The guy did, though. He must have loaded his car up. And he was out early.
Today is Small Biz Saturday. I’m kinda under the weather so I doubt I’ll do much shopping but we might go out to eat. That’s a good way to support your locally owned restaurants. That counts, right? And who doesn’t love to eat?
Something else, book lovers….authors are small businesses. Buying from them definitely counts as supported Small Biz Saturday.
Also, if you donate on Thankful Tuesday which is coming up, be sure to vet your chosen charity at Charity Navigator! I’ll be making a donation to the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, in honor of my brother.
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November 21, 2017
Fire sale…um, okay, ebook sale…
I’ve marked my self-pubbed ebooks down for the holidays! If you’re looking to buy some backlist books or maybe get a friend started, now’s a good time!
Please note, this doesn’t include my traditionally published books, although a few of them are on sale, nor does it include the books I’ve co-written with partners.
But it does include a lot of books…
Like…all of these. Sale pricing is at Amazon, iBooks, & Kobo
Prices range from 0.99 to 2.99 for the self pubbed and there are a few traditional pubbed books at the bottom that are also on sale!
The sale is also good at Smashwords… just use the coupon in bold off to the side. (If no coupon already at 0.99 at SW)
The Kit Colbana Series Boxed Set Books 1-3 Coupon Code (Smashwords) EX58C
Blade Song (Smashwords) YF95H
Night Blade (Smashwords) SV72S
Broken Blade (Smashwords) MD49V
Edged Blade (Smashwords) AP79Z
Shadowed Blade (Smashwords) JP58N
Haunted Blade (Smashwords) YA62W
Her Best Friend’s Lover (Smashwords) MG68E
*formerly titled Whipped Cream and Handcuffs
The Hunters: Eli and Sarel CT74C
The Hunters: Jon & Lori (Smashwords) AA67G
The Hunters: Ben & Shadoe (Smashwords) KL46X
Wicked Wild Fantasies* (Smashwords) RD49F
*formerly titled Her Wildest Dreams
F*ck Club: Riley (Smashwords) CR54U
F*ck Club: Con (Smashwords) TM78Y
Talking with the Dead (Smashwords) RX96B
I’ll Be Hunting You (Smashwords) DJ47N
His Every Desire (Smashwords) WF98Y
Beautiful Girl (Smashwords) SN47H
For the Love of Jazz (AMZ only)
Vicious Vixen (Smashwords) KA96F
Playing for Keeps (Smashwords) YD87W
Crazed Hearts (Smashwords) VU88D
No Longer Mine (Smashwords) MW35Y
No Prince Charming (Smashwords) AD83Y
Never as it Seems (Smashwords)
Jesse’s Girl (Smashwords) BM84E
Beautiful Scars (Smashwords) UU67Q
The Virgin’s Night Out (Smashwords) QP25J
Final Protocol (Smashwords) EB74X
Traditionally pubbed books on sale
Thirty Nights with a Dirty Boy
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Out today…
He’s given one chance at redemption—hers and his.
Hired killer, Vixen Markham doesn’t have any illusions about life or love. Unable to trust even the one man she lets into her heart, she makes a decision that she’ll regret for the rest of her life—which won’t be much longer by the looks of things. Loaded with vengeance and a small arsenal of weapons, she’s ready to face up to her past and say goodbye to her future, until she’s confronted by a pair of eyes she could never forget.
Graeme Mackenzie Lawson lived a hard life. Hard on himself and harder on those who got in his way. Betrayed and murdered, he’s given one chance at redemption—but not for himself—for the woman he loved, the woman who killed him.
Can he keep Vixen safe, when she seems determined to lose her life—and her soul?
Warning: The following contains violence, hot sex and one vicious vixen.
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November 6, 2017
New Release – Risk Me – A Vegas Knights Story
LeVan
She was mine before I ever laid eyes on her.
It took an instant to know we were meant to be.
She wanted an escape and my arms were wide open.
She endured a life of pain. I could give her solace.
She saw baggage. I saw hope and connection.
But most of all, to her, I was forbidden.
I wanted her more because of it.And just when I thought I had her, we were ripped apart.One innocent act to escape forced our families onto a collision course.
I was fooled into believing she could risk everything for me.
Her hands were tied.
She was more of a prisoner than I’d even thought possible.
She was just out of reach.
And watching, waiting and wishing wouldn’t bring her back to me.
But people like us never got lifetimes of happiness.
Moments, maybe.
We didn’t get fairy tale endings.
Our love story was destined to end in tragedy.
Risk Me is a full length (60,000 words) steamy standalone romance with no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a happy ever after ending. Content Warning: Contains sensitive, potentially polarizing topics, and emotionally dark story elements that may be disturbing to some readers. Intended for 18+ readers.
Excerpt
That voice.
Deep, rich, smooth as molasses and just as sweet, it rippled and poured all over me and I had to suppress a shiver. It was hard to believe, but LeVan Vanderbilt’s voice had gotten even better with age. From the corner of my eye, I saw him glide in front of me—and I saw his hand come up just as Rose Dress went to throw her red wine in my face—and while I might not have been wearing Armani anything, I was wearing a pair of Louboutins and a dress of my own design.
“Security is going to escort you out,” LeVan said, standing slightly at an angle to me as he spoke. “If you behave, you can stay in the hotel. If not…well, David can decide if he wants to join you or not. He’s welcome to remain at the party, but you just had your ticket revoked.”
He’d cut his hair. I’d noticed it earlier and wondered when he’d done it. All the promo material around the hotel still showed him with the long, heavy dreadlocks, but now his hair was cut short, close to scalp. It didn’t matter. He was still as beautiful as an angel, carved by the hand of a master.
“Thea. It’s the Magic Man.” Miraculously, Nicky had calmed down almost completely, now twirling an overlong lock of hair instead of smacking his fist against his thigh—or his head.
“I know, buddy. Are you good?” The question came out of habit more than anything. My gaze was still on LeVan, the air in my lungs shrinking away to nothing.
LeVan turned then, the movement almost obscenely slow. I squeezed my eyes shut and sucked in a breath before looking back at him.
He’d started growing at thirteen and hadn’t stopped until nineteen, topping out at a lean and sexy six foot three. Not petite by any stretch of the imagination, I stood five eight in my bare feet and I’d deliberately picked a pair of heels that would give me another two inches, but he still had five of them on me.
“Hi, LeVan,” I said, ignoring the chaos coming from behind us as security escorted Rose Dress away.
LeVan just stared.
Then he moved.
A second later, his mouth was on mine and I wrapped my arms around his, leaning into him like nothing and no one else in the world existed.
Dimly, I heard a couple of people whistle, maybe even a whoop or two.
But nothing mattered but the feel of his mouth on mine and the hand that had arrowed into my hair.
He held on like he’d never, ever let go.
And I was just fine with that.
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