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November 21, 2017
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.
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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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October 25, 2017
Back from Shameless…recovered? Different story
So I spent the weekend in Orlando at Shameless Book Con.
This is an epic event. There are three places where I’ve signed like this… RWA, RT & Turn the Page.
That’s it.
There’s a bazillion authors–okay, not a bazillion, but a lot of authors, a lot of readers, a lot of fun and it’s purely a reader event. It’s also in Orlando. Since there was an event on Friday evening, I made the trip down on Thursday and that meant I had all day Friday free…until the evening, of course. So a reader and I went to Downtown Disney (now called Disney Springs, but Downtown Disney sounds better to me). I did a little Christmas shopping, we had lunch…fyi, The Polite Pig has some killer wings, then we headed back.
There’s a cocktail party on Friday for VIP ticket holders or you can do various Orlando like things, like…Downtown Disney or Universal City Walk or just hang around the hotel and talk with fellow readers…or I dunno, hang out at the bar and drink a shot that’s called a Blow Job. Not that I did that.
On Saturday, there’s the big signing, and I mean big. It’s six hours long and I was busy up until the last half-hour.
There’s a costume party on Saturday night which is always an event, plus another reader thing on Sunday, but that’s my drive home day so I can’t really tell you anything about that.
All in all, it’s absolutely one of the top book events I’ve ever gone to, and hands down, one of the best reader events you can attend, IMO.
Tickets aren’t for sale yet for 2018, but you can watch this page.
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October 17, 2017
A new FBI Psychic story, a reissue…also…are you in Florida?
Heya… are you in Florida? I’ll be signing at Shameless Books Con this weekend.
It is a ticketed event, but man…you got a lot for that ticket, including meeting me! (Come on, you smiled, right?)
You can check out the line up here and buy tickets here.
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You can always come home. Second chances come a little harder.
Jesse and Zoe were the high school golden couple. Football captain, cheerleader, prom royalty. After graduation, though, Jesse couldn’t resist the urge to experience life outside their small town. He didn’t exactly expect Zoe to wait twelve years for him, but now that he’s back, he finds some small part of him hoping she did.
It’s no big surprise she’s married. The kick in the face is she married his best friend.
Zoe was devastated when Jesse left, but she’s filed those bittersweet memories under “Moved On”. She loves her life, and loves her husband. She has all she needs. And Jesse keeps an honorable distance.
One cold, wet, miserable day, tragedy turns Zoe’s world upside down. Jesse never expected her to simply fall into his arms, but a man can dream. Except his dream doesn’t include the fact that this time, she’s the one hitting the road…and he’s the one left behind.
Warning: This story contains heartbreak, heartache and one last chance for two lovers to find each other.
Some days just went from bad to worse. They started out miserable and just went to outright fucked up as the day progressed.
This had been one of them—it had started out shitty, and hit the fucked-up stage well before lunch had rolled around. Jesse hadn’t even gotten around to eating lunch, something his hollow stomach wasn’t about to let him forget.
He had been back home for six months.
Six lousy, awful months and every damn day, he thought about just leaving. He could sell the car he’d bought, load up his bike and just leave. One of the reasons he’d come back no longer existed…at least not for him.
And because of that, he’d deliberately created himself another reason—he’d bought the town’s sole bookstore. He didn’t know jackshit about running a business, although thank God the store’s manager did and she’d been delighted to hang around, not to mention delighted to hang around with somebody who wasn’t opposed to bringing the store into the current century.
But that was a nightmare of work and today was the pinnacle of those nightmares.
But Tiffany finally had things under control and as she chattered with customers, he slipped into the back office and took five seconds to swear under his breath.
“Lousy day,” he said. “Lousy fucking day.”
The day was done, he could go home, eat. Collapse.
No, he had some books to sort through, he remembered as he stared at the box sitting on his desk. Okay, go home, eat, sort through the books, then collapse.
Hefting the bag of books onto his shoulder, he headed out of the office and slipped out the back door.
The Book Nook had been Warren’s only bookstore for as long as he could remember. Now it was his bookstore. It had gone up for sale just two days after he’d come back home, when he’d seriously been considering whether he’d should get the hell out or really trying making this place his home.
In the end, there hadn’t been much of a contest.
Warren had always been home.
Even if he wanted to snarl or break something every time he saw Zoe and Roger together, he couldn’t leave just for that. He hadn’t come back just for Zoe. Even though part of him had hoped…
THE DOUBTED
A new patreon project
Check out the next Patreon Project, THE DOUBTED, a new story in the FBI Psychics series. Still progress, but hoping to finish it this month or next.
No, it’s not Nalini and Tucker’s book. I’m working up to that one, but you’ll see some familiar faces, inlcuding Joss, Taige and Jillian.
It’s also going to be a Patreon project, so if you’d like to get early snippets and read it before anybody else, you can join my patreon. Pledges start at just a dollar, and every Patron gets their name entered into a drawing to be tuckerized into the current project…meaning, you may well end up a character!
A short snippet is below and if you’re interested in becoming a Patron, they’ve got a longer read over at the Patron blog.
The Doubted
No. Don’t think about…
Voice churned in her ears. Dully, Nye stared at the little TV she’d brought into the office earlier in the year. They had to keep the noise almost nonexistent and honestly, they had it in there more to thumb their noses at Evil than anything else. It wasn’t the noise that caught her attention, though.
It was something to look at, to focus on, to think about—
And then she saw the words.
Those bright red words, and staring at them made it feel like her eyes were vibrating in their sockets.
Corruption Suspected in Leighton’s Police Department
“Police,” she said, her lips numb.
Suddenly, the images of Hailey disappeared, replaced by something else.
Screams. Blood. Gunshots.
A pair of icy blue eyes—frozen in a mask of death.
Familiar eyes.
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October 1, 2017
Haunted Blade…Book 6…Now Out
“She wasn’t coming at me, Kit.”
“Shut up.” I held out my hand for his axe and shoved the bandana toward him. He accepted it, scowling the whole time. Once I returned the axe, we continued on, side by side, staring at the group on the stage.
They’d noticed us.
Us. Not the vampires who had entered the building with us—the ferals weren’t even taking notice of those three. The two men had split off in opposite directions and the woman had leaped up onto the stage, walking forward in slow, graceful steps.
Another feral one stared at me.
She licked her lips, looked at Doyle, paused, then her eyes came right back to me.
Her entire body quivered and there was blood staining her chin and the front of her shirt. Most of it was dry, too.
From behind her, I heard a soft sob.
One of the other feral vampires made a strange sort of whining sound, low in his throat. I would have expected to hear that sort of noise from a hungry dog, not something that used to be human. Not something that had probably been capable of reason less than twelve hours ago.
At the noise, somebody beyond the wall of feral vampires starting to cry, deep, ugly noises.
“Please stop that,” the woman from House Allerton said in a cool tone. “You excite them when you do it.”
The sobbing continued.
“If you’re going to persist in making yourself appear to be prey, then I’ll order my people to leave you here alone. Is that what you want?”
“Shut that little bitch up!” somebody snapped.
I heard a grunt, followed by a crash.
“Lay a hand on her or anybody else here and I remove it at the wrist.” Those words were delivered in a calm voice—a familiar one. “And bear in mind…nobody is being left here tonight. Unless you plan on killing me as well as the mindless.”
Abraham.
One of the few—very few—vampires I didn’t outright despise on sight was in there.
Hissing caught my ears and I turned to see one of the ferals creeping closer, his eyes cloudy, face a bloody mask. Head cocked, he gave me a quizzical look. And his eyes locked on my throat.
I sighted on his forehead and pulled the trigger.
His head evaporated in a burst of red mist.
The whining on the stage increased, the smell of blood and death agitating the pack.
“How many alive are with you, Abraham?” the woman said.
“Six. Three are human. One is hurt.”
So they had three good bodies, plus our five. And three useless ones. Against…I did a quick look around the room and decided that fate just fucking sucked. There were seventeen feral vampires in this room that I could see.
Seventeen.
The back of my neck crawled and I spun around, weapon raised.
But Doyle had already taken action, axe at the ready. As the vampire’s head and body went their separate ways, he gave me a hard look.
Ignoring him, I focused back on the tableau playing out in front of us.
“I hear rumors that you are rather fast with that weapon of yours.”
Tossing a glance at the woman, I wondered if I was going to like how this played out. “I’m fast enough. Why?”
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September 26, 2017
RUIN ME ~ Available Now
Ruin Me
Bella Love-Wins & Shiloh Walker
Publication date: September 26th 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance
ANGEL
I SHOULD KNOW TO KEEP MY GUARD UP WHEN THIS DARK, DAMAGED STRANGER SAVES ME. BUT I DON’T.
HIS TORTURED SOUL DRAWS ME IN FOR ONE HOT, SINFUL VEGAS NIGHT.
THEN I LEARN WHAT HE IS.
AN IRRESISTIBLE LIAR.
I SHOULD BACK OFF, BUT IT’S ALREADY TOO LATE.
I’VE FALLEN FOR THE ONE MAN WHO’LL RUIN ME.
RUIN ME IS A FULL LENGTH (55,000 WORDS) STEAMY STANDALONE ROMANCE WITH DARK STORY ELEMENTS, NO CHEATING, NO CLIFFHANGER, AND A HAPPY EVER AFTER ENDING.
His kiss was…indescribable.
I think maybe I experienced hunger something like this—just about a hundred shades paler. That was after giving up sweets, sugar, chocolate, all of it, for six months while trying to lose weight to fit into a dress for a friend’s wedding.
It wasn’t worth it.
Gorging on salted caramel ice cream every night for a week straight after the wedding?
That was worth it.
This kiss was like that, just more voracious.
He sank into me, tongue and teeth, and I whimpered as I gave into him, unable to do anything else.
One of his sure hands freed my hair from the loose ponytail I’d twisted it into. I moaned when he combed the thick, heavy mess down, massaging my scalp as if he knew how much the weight of it got to me. His tongue licked at the roof of my mouth while the fingers of his hand slowly combed, then tangled in my hair, wrapping the long strands of it around his fingers until he had total control of my head.
When he tilted his head to look down at me, my heart was already racing.
“You sure you want this, pretty angel?”
Something about the way he said it made me wonder if he was using my name or just an endearment. It didn’t matter. I didn’t want to be Angel Halliwell in that moment. I just wanted to be a woman in a dark, impersonal room in some Vegas hotel, alone with a man who was turning my blood to something hot, sweet and thick.
“Damn sure,” I said, curling my arm around his neck and tugging his mouth back to mine. “Kiss me again, Mac. I really like it when you kiss me.”
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September 18, 2017
Sales, RELEASES…NEWS
Thirty Nights is on sale… each novella is $1.99, but it’s for a limited time only!
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Beautiful Scars is being reissued…today! New, lower price, so if you haven’t read it…
Some scars cut right to the heart.
Three years after her divorce, Chaili Bennett is over her ex. Her only problem now? Of the few men she’s dated since, no one “gets” her. Not like Marc Archer—a man who’s never seen her as more than a friend.
Marc Archer needs a date for a last-minute charity event, and he needs it fast. Not that women aren’t throwing themselves at his world-famous face and body, but sometimes it’s less messy—as in less personal—to use his sister Shera’s escort service.
The last woman on earth Marc expects to see in his sister’s office is Chaili. There’s something different about her, but nothing pleases him more when Shera sets them up. That simple date quickly evolves into much more as they both discover the other fills a deep, secret need they’ve shared with no one else.
Though Chaili insists one night is all she wants, Marc isn’t walking away now. Not until he discovers what put the shadows in her eyes. And the scars on her soul.
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Two seconds later, he was reaching for her.
Stunned, she couldn’t think. As his lips covered hers, she just couldn’t think.
Marc was kissing her.
Damn it.
Marc was kissing her—
Had she drank more wine than she’d thought?
“Open your mouth,” he snarled against her lips, a harsh, urgent command in his voice. “Give me your mouth.”
Dazed, she did just that, opened for him.
His arms came around her as his tongue stroked across the bottom of her lip, slowly, seductively…teasingly. Oh, hell. She was in trouble. Big, big trouble…
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Get Ready to Get Ruined…
RUIN ME – A Vegas Knights Story
Angel
I should know to keep my guard up when this dark, damaged stranger saves me.
But I don’t.
His tortured soul draws me in for one hot, sinful Vegas night.
Then I learn what he is.
An irresistible liar.
I should back off, but it’s already too late.
I’ve fallen for the one man who’ll ruin me.
Excerpt
When he tilted his head to look down at me, my heart was already racing.
“You sure you want this, pretty angel?”
Something about the way he said it made me wonder if he was using my name or just an endearment. It didn’t matter. I didn’t want to be Angel Halliwell in that moment. I just wanted to be a woman in a dark, impersonal room in some Vegas hotel, alone with a man who was turning my blood to something hot, sweet and thick.
“Damn sure,” I said, curling my arm around his neck and tugging his mouth back to mine. “Kiss me again, Mac. I really like it when you kiss me.”
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September 11, 2017
It’s ok to check out
I have to remind myself of this.
I was watching a 9/11 tribute and the pain was visceral.
When depression is eating away at you, things are …or can be magnified. I wasn’t thinking about this until the mi see hit me sideways. In public.
And I had to remind myself.
I didn’t have to be watching. It’s ok not to.
It’s ok to check out from time to time.
Today is 9.11. It’s raw open wound for many, and not just in the US.
Whether you lost family or friends, that day scarred millions and changed the face of our world.
It left scars seen and unseen and we should never forget the lives lost.
But you decide how to honor. How to remember.
Watching the tributes can be hell at the best of times and if it hurts too much, turn off the t.v. or click away.
Those who struggle with PTSD and/or depression, know your triggers and when you have had too much.
Your pain doesn’t honor lives lost.
Your life does.
Loving your neighbor does.
Kindness does.
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September 7, 2017
Ruin Me: Vegas Knights
News!!!
Angel
I should know to keep my guard up when this dark, damaged stranger saves me.
But I don’t.
His tortured soul draws me in for one hot, sinful Vegas night.
Then I learn what he is.
An irresistible liar.
I should back off, but it’s already too late.
I’ve fallen for the one man who’ll ruin me.
Coming this fall…
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