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July 19, 2016
Meet Sebastien Barnes…Ruined, now available
“Back away, Marin,” he said in warning. “Or…”
This time, he pressed his lips to her neck.
She let her head fall to the side, eyes closed. This was stupid.
It was so stupid.
But as he skimmed his hands down her sides, she reached for his biceps and clung. Hard muscle bunched under her fingers. He moved between her thighs more fully and through her skirt, she felt more of him and her head started to spin.
“Back away…”
She reached up and shoved her fingers into his hair, tugging his head back.
His gaze focused on her face. “Do you see me?” she demanded.
“All the fucking time.” He bit her lower lip then stroked the small hurt with his tongue.
She almost collapsed into a whimpering puddle of want, but forced herself to keep her eyes on his face, searching for…something. He was steady on his feet. He was looking straight at her.
When he kissed her, Marin felt her toes start to curl and she decided she was done trying to think.
*Ruined is releasing from Intermix, a digital only line. It will not release in print. See more here. Please note this was a publisher decision.
One of the Barnes brothers, Sebastien has always felt blessed. Not only does he have an amazing family, but he’s become a Hollywood golden boy who has everything he’s ever wanted—with one exception. He’s had a thing for Marin since he was a kid, but when he finally summons the courage to ask her out, she turns him down. Marin is ready to settle down, she wants commitment and stability, and Sebastien is still too much of a playboy, caught up in the wild life of the spotlight.
Still reeling from the rejection, Sebastien’s luck runs out later that night when he saves a girl from an assault. The shining knight role fits him just fine, but his armor—and his perfect life—become tarnished when the near-deadly attack lands him in the hospital. Physically scarred, he gives up acting and retreats from everybody.
If anyone can pull Sebastien back from the abyss, it’s Marin. But first she has to convince him that beauty is not only skin deep…
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July 17, 2016
Ruined…I’d rather…
“
Maybe you should go.”
“I came here to talk to you.” Marin slid off the counter, one hand going to smooth her skirt down, while the other absently went up to smooth her hair.
That was a Hollywood queen for you, he thought. She always knew how to look her best, without even trying. “Yeah, because we’ve done so much talking—you coming into my bedroom while I was taking a shower.”
She went red. “You didn’t close the door, you overgrown moron. I was talking to her when I came in and I didn’t realize until…”
“Until what?” He came closer and lowered his face until he could breathe her in once more. “Until you saw me there, jacking off while I had the scent of you in my head and the thought of how you might taste burning a hole in me?”
Marin’s eyes went opaque and it took everything he had not to reach for her and finish what they’d started.
“You,” she said, voice shaking. “Are a jackass. It was an accident.”
“Yeah? How long did you stand there?”
She opened her mouth, then closed it. While she stood gaping there, Sebastien struggled with the hunger inside him and wondered how he’d ever manage to be around her again without it destroying them both. Finally, she sputtered out, “It was hardly more than a few seconds. For goodness sake, Sebastien. You act like we’ve never seen each other naked. It’s not like I don’t know you have a dick.”
Hearing those words on her lips exploded something inside his head and he almost reached for her—again.
But he backed away instead.
“You need to go,” he said carefully. “Because if you don’t, I’m going to put my hands on you again and I won’t stop until you’re under me and moaning my name. By the time I’m done, you won’t even remember anybody else’s.”
Chin lifted mutinously, Marin glared at him. “Nice to know you’re still stuck in that teenage hormone rush, Sebastien. If you ever grow out of it, you’ll make some woman very happy one day.”
He growled and took a step forward.
Marin ignored him as she cut around the island and reached into the purse she’d left there earlier.
“I wanted to bring this out to you—okay, no, I didn’t. JD wanted me to bring it. I told him it was a waste of time and that you’d given up.” She dumped something on the island and it didn’t take more than a second for him to recognize a script.
“Take it back,” he said sourly. “I’m done.”
Marin smiled at him sweetly. “That’s what I told him. You never see anything through when it gets too hard.”
“Marin…”
“It’s okay, honey. As you get older—”
He lunged after her and she backed away, eyes widening slightly.
Finally, she was getting it.
He snatched up the manuscript as she turned and walked away. “You forgot something.”
She flipped him off over her shoulder.
“I’d rather fuck you,” he shouted at her back.
He waited for a response, but apparently she was done with his temper.
He looked down at the script and in a fit of temper—mostly self-directed—he hurled it across the room. His home was done in an open air design and nothing separated the kitchen from the eating area or the living room. The heavy, bound stack of pages ended up by the aquarium and he continued to glare at it for untold minutes.
It wasn’t until the alarm chimed, letting him know somebody had left the premises that he managed to snap himself out of it.
Swearing, he dragged his hands down his face and then he made himself go over and pick up the script.
When he saw the title, he almost dropped it.
T O R N
He didn’t drop the script though. He’d throw it away. Maybe burn it in his fire pit.
He might have been able to do it, too.
But he saw the handwritten note next the title of script, typed in out such stark font. By contrast, Marin’s handwriting stood out even more. He knew her writing as well as his own and he knew for a fact she’d written this note well before their little…okay, big argument.
Sebastien
Read the script. I know you wanted the part before, but it wasn’t right for you. Maybe you don’t want it now, but I can tell, this part needs you and I think you need it. This is your life and it’s time you come back to it. You’re missed, Seb. By a lot of us and I’m not talking your fans. We all miss you. Your friends miss you. Your family misses you. I miss you.
I’m playing Marlena and I can’t think of anybody I’d rather have acting as the male lead other than you.
You’re ready for this, Seb.
Read the script.
TTYS,
Marin
He gripped the script tighter, absently smoothing down pages he’d crumpled with his carelessness.
He’d just mail it back to JD. Marin wouldn’t be back out here any time soon—if ever.
Two days…
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July 13, 2016
One more week… Ruined…
“Talk…” He murmured it, turning the word over in his mouth as though he was unfamiliar with it.
He shifted, using his body to nudge hers around until she was the one standing with her back to the railing and Sebastien crowded in closer.
Warning began to sound in her head.
Not that fear sort of warning.
No.
Her head was sending out a different sort of alarm—it was going…oh, shit…
Sebastien caught her wrists, tugging them away from his face. She curled her fingers into her palms so that when he guided them to his chest, her hands were balled up into fists.
“You want to know what’s wrong, Marin?” he asked, pressing his face into her hair. “Want to hear all my problems? You’re so determined to help me out…is that it?”
“I…” She paused, taking a shaking breath. That breath exploded out of her when he pushed his thigh between hers. She thought she’d quiver and just wilt away when he placed one big palm on her hip and tugged her in closer to him, tucking her pelvis against his.
Marin’s brain started to melt.
Oh. Shit.
Against her hip, she felt his cock pulsing and in response, everything inside her began to heat and pulse in answer.
“See…” Sebastien’s lips were just a breath from her ear, his voice low and gritty and raw. “This is my problem. I’ve only wanted to sink my dick inside you for…hell, I can’t even remember when it started, but we’re talking years, sugar. Years. You get close to me and that scent of yours fills my head and it’s all I can do to focus. Now here I am, half drunk and focus is one thing I don’t have. I can’t focus. I just want to fuck…and who do you think it is I’m wanting to…focus on?”
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July 4, 2016
June 30, 2016
Avalon…reissue AND a bonus story
Got back yesterday from Mexico with the guy…twenty years together. Had an amazing trip. And I had a book out on Monday, but…well, we were busy. 
June 25, 2016
See you later…
I’m off to spend a few days in Cancun with my guy. We’ve been married almost twenty years now! How has he handled me that long????
Anyway, send us prayers and wishes for a fun, safe trip and that our kids leave the town standing. And that I don’t come back a lobster.
Since your trip here isn’t in vain… a cute baby panda. Yes, this is an old video. But it’s adorable.
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June 24, 2016
Another book deal…If You Hear Her, $1.99
The first book in my Ash trilogy, (one of my best, if you ask me), is on sale for $1.99.
more…
A CRY IN THE WOODS
The scream Lena Riddle hears in the woods behind her house is enough to curdle her blood—she has no doubt that a woman is in real danger. Unfortunately, with no physical evidence, the local law officers in small-town Ash, Kentucky, dismiss her claim. But Lena knows what she heard—and it leaves her filled with fear and frustration.
Ezra King is on leave from the state police, but he can’t escape the guilty memories that haunt his dreams. When he sees Lena, he is immediately drawn to her. He aches to touch her—to be touched by her—but is he too burdened by his tragic past to get close?
When Ezra hears her story of an unknown woman’s screams, his instincts tell him that Lena’s life is also at risk—and his desire to protect her is as fierce as his need to possess her.
First in a new romantic suspense trilogy
from the unedited copy
“Are we going to hide now?” he asked, stopping in his tracks and turning in a slow circle. “If I find you, does that mean I win?”
A sound caught his ear. Cocking his head, he listened. It was faint, that low, soft moan. The erratic gasps as she struggled to breath. Quiet, but not quiet enough.
Laughing, he followed the sound.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are…”
He hadn’t ever realized how much it would be to chase them.
Such possibilities…
The voice of reason advised caution, though. Wouldn’t be wise to make such a drastic change in his game plan, not now.
*
Lena was dreaming.
She knew it and she had to admit, it was one damn fine dream.
In the dream, she could see. She had vivid memories from back before she’d gone completely blind and sometimes, those dreams taunted her.
This dream wasn’t so bad, though.
She was outside and the sun shone down on her, brilliant burst of light and warmth raining down on her. Tipping her face to it, she stared into the sun until her eyes watered and burned.
“You shouldn’t stare at the sun.”
The voice was low, rough…sexy. And familiar.
Ezra. Damn him.
Couldn’t he leave her in peace, even in her dreams?
Lena was a sucker for a sexy voice and he had such a fine one. Hands came up from behind, rested on her waist and then slid around her, pulling her back against a hard, strong body.
“I don’t want to dream about you,” she said, but she didn’t pull away from him. No, she rested her head against his chest and continued to stare at the golden-white burn of the sun.
“I told you that you shouldn’t look at the sun,” he murmured, stroking one hand up and cupping her breast. Something hot and liquid flared to life inside her.
“It doesn’t matter if I look at it or not. Not now.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m just dreaming. Those pesky UV rays can’t hurt me here.” As much as she hated to look away from the sun, she did, turning in his embrace to study his face. She wanted to see him, too. See what her subconscious image she had cooked up to go with that sexy voice.
And damn, her subconscious had delivered just fine.
Although sometimes she suspected her sighted memories weren’t as clear as they could have been, she wasn’t going to complain. He looked just fine to her.
Right now, she could see…
Right now, she could touch.
And more…she could be touched. Touched by somebody that wasn’t moved by curiosity or pity, or even worse, some fucked-up male desire to get a unique score he could tell a bunch of his loser friends over a beer.
No, she was being touched by somebody that very obviously wanted to touch her right back. So what if it was only in a dream? At least here he couldn’t disappoint her by saying he’d call and then not follow through.
As he ran his hands down over her body, stripping away her clothes, Lena lifted her eyes upward and stared at the sun again.
Lost herself in the warm golden glow and the feel of a man’s hands on her body.
She could see…see his face as he guided her to the ground and knelt between her thighs.
She could touch…touch his shoulders and fist her hands in his hair.
She could feel…feel the fiery hot pleasure blistering through her as he levered up over her and pushed inside.
She could hear—
“Help me!”
*
Lena came awake with a gasp. Her heart knocked against her ribs and she shivered as cool air danced over her sweat-slicked body. A breeze drifted in through the open window.
It was cool…not cold. But she was freezing.
Hearing one low, questioning yip, she held out her hand. Puck pressed his nose against her palm and she heaved out a breath. The dog’s body was tense—all over tense and he had his hackles up.
“Sorry, boy. Just had a bad dream,” she muttered. She’d gone and freaked her dog out.
As she started to lie back down, she heard it.
A voice.
“…help me…”
Puck growled.
Jerking back up, she turned her head towards the window, tried to breath past the knot in her chest. “What in the hell…?” She closed her eyes, listened. Concentrated.
Puck growled again, louder this time, his voice rough, full of menace, full of warning. Lena shushed him, her voice sharp, her own fear edging its way in.
Through the window, she could hear…something. Thrashing in the forest that bordered the western edge of her property. The western edge…the woods. That strip of land where lately, her dog didn’t like to go. Not for the past few months.
“Somebody, please help me!”
The sound of the woman’s screams, raw and agonized, sent a shudder racing down Lena’s spine.
“Oh, God,” Lena whispered. Her heart slammed against her ribcage as she reached for the phone by her bed.
There was another scream and she dropped the phone. Swearing, she crawled out of the bed, patting around on the floor. “Damn it, damn it, damn it.” Icy, cold sweat dripped along her spine as she listened through the window.
Branches snapping. A ragged moan. Then all was silent.
Where’s the fricking phone??
Making a sound halfway between a sob and a growl, she stuck her hand under him the bed and heaved out a sigh of relief as her fingers brushed plastic. Scuttling across the floor, she pressed her back to the wall and listened, phone clutched in her hand.
Call 911, damn it! She tried to get her fingers to move but terror made them clumsy.
Outside, she heard nothing. She didn’t hear anything…wait. Yes, yes, she heard something now, but it was quiet…somebody, moving so quiet and so soft as they moved through the trees.
If her room had been any farther away from the trees, if she had lived any closer to town…hell, if she’d had the radio playing, she never would have heard it. So, so quiet…
There was another short, sharp scream–one that ended all too abruptly. The sound of it was enough to get her frozen fingers to move and she dialed 911.
Puck made a rough sound low in his throat and nosed her leg. She patted the space next to her and as he pressed his big, furry body against her leg, she wrapped an arm around him.
“Nine-one-one. What’s your emergency?”
“I…I hear a woman screaming. She’s screaming for help.”
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June 19, 2016
To the Dads! Happy Father’s Day
Happy Father’s Day!
To the dads…and for those who acted in a father’s stead. You’re awesome and you’re loved.
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June 17, 2016
Avalon…Reissue…Sorta…coming soon!
Avaloninitially released in the Mythe and Magick anthology
I decided this one didn’t fit in as well with the Mythe story-Mythe is more fantasy romance while Avalon is paranormal, so I’m reissuing this as a standalone title.
*
The clock is ticking…
Born with a powerful psychic gift, Erin’s entire life has been nothing more than a countdown. From the time she was fifteen, she’s had one clear image in her mind—she would come face to face with a vicious killer before she was thirty.
He would die, but so would she.
With that sort of knowledge, having a life, falling in love…was there any point? No. But life and love happened anyway.
With time running out, Erin has to face the truth. She can’t fight her heart, but can she fight the inevitable?
Seth fell hard for Erin, a fellow detective on the Avalon Police Department, but the woman he loved more than his own life did everything she could to keep him away.
When he discovers why, it’s almost more than he can handle, but he almost lost her once.
He isn’t going to lose her again.
contains a bonus short story, FREAK OF NATURE, previously only available in the EC Cavemen Anthology.
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