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August 7, 2017
For the Love of Jazz – Available on Kindle Unlimited
For you KU readers…
small town romantic suspense
Someone wants a secret to stay buried even if it means murder.
Since waking up in a hospital at age eighteen, accused of driving the car that killed his best friend, Jazz McNeil has lived with a guilty heart. Now, more than a decade later, he has returned to his hometown to raise his daughter and to uncover the truth about what happened that fateful summer. And gaze into the eyes of the girl whose life he shattered.
Though Anne-Marie Kincaid was told that Jazz was responsible for her brothers death all those years ago, she has never quite believed it. The facts dont quite fit; they never did. All she knows is, she still feels loved and safe when shes with Jazz, and that he misses her brother just as much as she.
This novel has been previously published, but has been revised and expanded.
Warning, this title contains the following: some hot sex and a crazy killer.
to be released on other platforms at a later date
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August 2, 2017
Bourbon, Indies and Stuff
I was in Indy this weekend for Indies in Indy…it was their inaugural event and it was pretty fantastic. Sometimes you go to an event or a signing and you don’t sell a single book. You can have a great time and make connection, but not move anything.
Then you can go to one and sell more than half the new release you brought, or more. Sometimes you realize you even sold enough to cover what you invested in the event.
That was the case here which is all around awesome, and it was the first event.
So…if you are looking a fun one, I hear they are doing it again next year. 
July 25, 2017
Pieces of Me…now out!
Pieces of Me
“Stop,” he said. Earlier, his voice had been level and easy, no anger showing. Now he practically shook with it. “Don’t say shit like that about yourself, okay?”
“What, that I’m crazy?” I leaned back, desperate to get some room between us. I could feel the heat of him on my skin and it went licking through me, a teasing, taunting torment of all the things I’d never feel again.
In the dead of night, the silvery moonlight shining down on us, I couldn’t see him well. His eyes were like bottomless pools of pure velvet and I could just fall in and lose myself. Part of me wanted to do just that.
“Yes.” He lifted one hand, placed it on my breastbone. The heat of it was a shock and until that moment, I hadn’t realized I was cold. Now, I couldn’t stop shivering.
“Why not?” I stared at him. “It’s the truth. After what he did to me, it’s a miracle I’m not crazier than I am.”
“Stop.” He shook his head.
I laughed softly. “You know, if anybody should be upset by the fact that my sanity is somewhat questionable, it’s me. But it’s nothing more than the truth. I have PTSD, I suffer from panic attacks that almost incapacitate me, and I deal with OCD now—things I never had before he got hold of me. My fear of him still runs my life, and I know it. If that doesn’t certify me as mental, then what does it make me?”
“A survivor.” The words were delivered in a flat, hard voice. “I don’t need to know what he did to you, unless you’re ready to tell me. But I know a survivor when I see one.”
I stilled, caught off guard.
His eyes held me captive as he leaned in, his breath a soft, warm caress on my cheek. “A survivor…damaged, determined. And so damn brave. The last woman on earth I should want. But fuck it all. I still want you.”
I blinked, my lashes drooping low as I watched him through them. That concealing veil wasn’t enough to hide behind, though. His hand slid higher, curved around my neck and tangled in my hair, tugging my head back.
He stared down at me. “Tell me to stop.”
Simple words.
Easy words.
And if I thought about it for even a minute, maybe that’s just what I’d do.
Tell him to stop.
Instead, I dropped my gaze and stared at his mouth.
I knew that mouth, almost intimately.
I say almost, because you can’t really know a person’s body intimately until you’ve touched that body, studied it, learned it with your hands…maybe even with your mouth. Tasted it with your own, felt it against your own.
A harsh groan ripped out of him and then his mouth covered mine and the world faded away.
For a few brief moments, nothing else existed. Not even fear.
It was just him and me, and that incredible kiss.
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July 10, 2017
A month
It’s been a month since D died.
Actually, more than a month. One month, ten days by the time this posts.
I feel each day, the passage of it.
Grief is a crazy kind of thing, a nagging, gnawing, annoying one and I hate it.
There are mornings when I wake up and it’s like…I don’t remember. Things feel normal. Then reality crashes into me and I remember and it’s like losing him all over again. For thirty-nine years, I had this annoying, adorable little brother D. For forty-one years, I’ve had this annoying, less adorable, straight-laced older brother S and for thirty seven years, another adorable, annoying baby brother DS.
We’ve always been four. That was what I told my husband the night we were at the hospital waiting to see Dad after his heart attack.
But we’re weren’t four anymore.
There are only three of us now. Because D is gone.
And some mornings, I wake up and it’s like my brain has skipped over that part and I have to remember all over again.
Other days, I wake up sick at heart, my head full of snot (yes, gross), but still…full of snot and tears because I cried half the night.
My bed is the only safe place to cry. My dad is living with us, my niece is living with us. Sometimes D’s youngest is here too. They can’t go back to the house yet–hard to call the place home because it doesn’t like it can be their home now.
D’s youngest–man…he makes me laugh and reminds me so much of D–he called himself by our last name a few weeks ago and while it seems cute, it’s not. He’s not part of the family I’ve made with my husband–he’s family, to the bone. But he’s part of the family my brother created with his wife. He’s too young, too innocent and for him, those words matter little, but it was another stab in the heart.
Another reminder that D is gone.
It still doesn’t seem real. I don’t know why. Nothing but reality could hurt like this. Nothing but reality could bite like this.
But…life goes on.
I’m finally at a point where I can write again.
I started listening to Jeaniene Frost’s Cat & Bones books on audio. My concentration is too fractured for reading, but I need an escape and audio is good.
I see the end of the tunnel for Kit and Damon’s next book.
I went out with my husband last night…and cried at the table while we were eating out, holding onto his hand.
Grief is an ugly, messy emotion. But we only feel it for those we loved with everything we had in us. Love…that’s another ugly, messy emotion. We forget that sometimes…the underside of love is marred with pain. There’s nothing to do for this kind of hurt but keep on going, cling to those you love and remember what’s important.
Forget about the petty slights, the petty people…it’s funny how death brings the ugliness and pettiness out of some. That can’t matter because if we let it, it makes the misery worse, and the misery is enough on its own.
You just take each day. You focus on making sure you’ve got the money for bills, for groceries, you focus on work, you try to sleep. You do it again the next day, the next…
Sooner or later, enough days pass and maybe the pain will lessen.
That’s all I’m holding out for right now. A day when the pain doesn’t lay me low.
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July 8, 2017
Prime stuff, Kit stuff, Damon stuff, story stuff
Amazon Prime Day is coming up. You get a lot of sales. If you start by clicking thru my links, I get bonuses.
I’ve got some titles on KU so if you’ve never read my work, here’s a nice way to try them. Check out the titles available. If you’re not an audible member, it’s a good time to try that out, cuz they’ve got deals, too…and Kit is in audio.
Also, if you’re a prime member, it’s a good idea to watch the prime day page.
The Blade Song Anniversary Edition with the Damon Prequel (and more) will be available soon…maybe even next week. This book includes Blade Song, A Stroke of Dumb Luck, Bladed Magic, Damon, and Proceed with Caution (a collection of deleted scenes/chapters & character POVs).
And…
A spiffy new cover. If you’ve never read the series, this is a great time to start!
Preorder links…
Or…buy now at
I’ve got a new book ut this month…!!!
Pieces of Me, a romantic thriller, will be out in ebook & print…
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June 27, 2017
If you’ve been craving a Kit Colbana fix…
Here’s your chance to get it early.
But act…fast.
Patrons add sometimes get my patron-supported reads early. HAUNTED BLADE, book 6 in the Kit Colbana series, is such a title.
I plan to finish it in July.
Want in on it?
Info here…
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June 17, 2017
Damon – A Kit Prequel
Kit was introduced to the world five years ago.
A few months ago, a special group of readers helped me introduce Damon’s side of the story. When I started the Patreon platform, the original intent was that the short stories written for my patrons would be specifically for them.
However…
A few months ago, my life was very much different.
For those who don’t follow me on social media or haven’t visited my Shiloh side, you’re probably unaware but at the end of May, my world sort of shattered. My baby brother took his life after years of battling depression, addiction, bipolar disorder and alcoholism.
He was found by my father who suffered a massive heart attack only moments after cops arrived on scene.
In the days and weeks that followed, my sister in law and two of her kids have moved in with us, and my father will shortly move in as well.
My household has…well, grown exponentially, while my income has dropped.
I talked things over with the readers who have opted to become patrons, because I started bouncing an idea around.
Kit’s five, after all. (And what a mouthy five year old she is…). It should be celebrated.
I had this story that other readers would probably enjoy. But it wouldn’t be out without their support.
They have told me, emphatically…”TAKE CARE OF YOUR FAMILY. PUT IT OUT THERE IF IT WILL HELP…”
So…that’s what I’m doing.
The special edition is available at the current price of $2.99 only through the link below.
The book includes Blade Song, and a snazzy new cover.
It will be released on other platforms later this summer. This avenue allows me to receive funds immediately and the money is collected by paypal – securely!
You can also go directly to the book’s download page.
The book set, as mentioned, will be loaded to other platforms this summer, but the price may be a bit higher as other platforms will, naturally, take their cut.
The stories included:
A Stroke Of Dumb Luck
Bladed Magic
Damon
Blade Song
Proceed with Caution
Proceed with Caution isn’t a story, per se. It’s a collection of deleted scenes, character POVs and odd snippets that I’ve had tucked into various places. One of the deleted scenes is two chapters long and has never been seen by anybody.
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June 7, 2017
The worst week of my life
It has been the worst week of my life.
It’s been a week since my brother took his own life.
For years he battled with addiction and alcoholism. Earlier this year he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and depression. In hindsight it makes sense, his issues with addiction, with alcoholism.
Many people with bipolar and depression self-medicate, using alcohol and/or drugs to level out or elevate their mood.
They wear the mask of a clown around people so they see only the smile they painted on while underneath they are breaking inside.
My brother was more than a little broken. But he had a beautiful heart.
There are things he has done and said in recent months that I know were not him. It were his addiction, his depression and it was the bipolar.
He felt alone in so many ways. But he wasn’t.
If you’re one of the people who suffer from mental illness, please know you’re not alone. You have people who care. Whether I know you or not, I care.
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May 30, 2017
Haunted Blade
Haunted, Hunted…Harassed.
Never let it be said that Kit Colbana had ever been given the easy road. Or even the semi-paved road. Only weeks after dealing with the mysterious—and murderous—being called Puck, she’s got another killer on her hands. Perhaps even two.
Some of the bodies turning up bring up haunting memories of a past she longs to forget, but as always, that past is chasing her at her heels, like a hated shadow.
As the body count racks up, there’s an imbalance of power, particularly among the vampire population, and Kit must yet again deal with ugly memories as one of the monsters who tried to break her is set free to deal with the imbalance of power. Yet while a power struggle rages in East Orlando, there’s another, more subtle battle taking place and Kit feels like the center of it all.
Arrogant? Maybe. But the dead bodies don’t bear the mark of her grandmother’s pet killer by sheer coincidence…and she doubts her nemesis being released is either.
Excerpt coming soon
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May 29, 2017
Thanks is not enough…Memorial Day
Reposting from last year, because it still fits.
I often see posts on facebook…
IN CASE YOU FORGOT…IT’S NOT ABOUT A THREE DAY WEEKEND!
Actually, I think in a way, it kind of is. I think the soldiers who laid down their lives would want you to enjoy this three day weekend (if you’re able to have one), enjoy a picnic, cookout, camping, time at the lake or whatever it is you do, however it is you celebrate the freedom they’ve laid down their lives for.
They step up to serve so we can have these freedoms and enjoy them.
Thanks for all those in the past that have served, those who’ve paid the ultimate price and for those who are still in service now.
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