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Edged Blade is a Daily Deal today!

Edged Blade is on sale today at Amazon, only 0.99! Link here.

AND… if you haven’t read any of the Colbana Files, if you can buy the first three books AND the prequel for only $3.62. All the books for less than $5! That’s a deal.

FYI, the sale is an amazon thing… I have no control over it. Sorry to the non-Amazonians.

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Grimm’s End, the final Grimm tale, is up on Netgalley

The last story in the Grimm’s Circle series is coming out next month. Right now, it’s up on Netgalley. If you’re a review, it’s a great time to check it out.

Also, you can now preorder!

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“Trying to keep him from giving into the dark side.”

A weak laugh escaped me. “You remembered some of your geek training, Will.”

He took a step toward me. “I forgot the color of the sky. I forgot the sound of human voices. I forgot what it was to have food in my belly…”

He was in front of me now.

“But I didn’t forget the sound you made when you sighed in your sleep,” he murmured, reaching up to cradle my face. “I didn’t forget how you laughed when you teased me or the way you would try to make me laugh. You made me laugh when I had gone centuries without it. I forgot so much…but I didn’t forget you.”

I gasped when he lowered his face to mine. When he brushed my lips with his, I felt tears burn.

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The Trouble With Temptation…

So… I told y’all about my sexy Scot, right?  Ian?  He’s in Headed for Trouble with Neve, the first book in The McKay series, starting in January.

FYI, Ian is fun and dirty lives to make Neve blush and laugh.  Be warned, dirty words ahead.

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Ian studied her solemnly and then looked down. After another moment, he picked up a letter and added it to the board game in front of them.

Neve looked down and felt her face go red as she read the word c-u-m. “That doesn’t count as a word. Well, not unless you’re a thirteen-year-old boy.”

Ian winked at her. “A thirteen-year-old boy lives in the heart of every man, love.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re just trying to get cheap points now. I’m going to win and you know it.”

“Well, if we’d played strip Scrabble, it wouldn’t matter who won or lost. But we had to play it with our clothes . . . oi, that’s not a word, either!” He glared at the board where she’d used a d to make out the word v-a-d-e-r.

“Sure it is. As in Darth Vader.” She smugly tallied up the points. “If you can use dirty words, then I can use names.”

“Dirty words, eh?”

She realized she’d somehow unconsciously challenged him. A few minutes later, he had the word c-u-n-t and she wrinkled her nose at him. “I don’t like that word.”

“I don’t see why not.” He shrugged, unabashed. “It’s short for cunnilingus, you know, and you do enjoy that. So if I were to say, Neve, I want to lick your cunt—”

She threw one of the little letters at him and he didn’t dodge it in time. “Come now,” he said, rubbing at the red mark on his cheek. “What if you’d hit me in me mouth? I wouldn’t be able to put it to good use later.”

“Are we going to play or are you just using this to try and embarrass me?”

Ian reached out and stroked his finger down her hand. “Why would it embarrass you to know that I plan on putting my hands all over you later, Neve?”

Her breath hitched when he caught her hand and lifted it to his lips, catching one finger in his mouth and sucking on it. Heat fluttered inside, then spread when he pulled that finger out and moved to the other. “It wouldn’t embarrass me if you sat there and told me that you wanted to put your mouth on my cock. Or any other part of me.”

Before she could formulate any sort of reply, he let her hand go and then braced his elbows on the coffee table. The lights were dim, the remnants of a pizza on the table next to them. “Right, then. Your turn, Neve.”

Dazed, she looked down at her letters.

She had no idea what possessed her but she did it.

She reached out and took from the words already on the board, highly aware of Ian’s bemused expression. As she spelled out the word c-o-c-k, she didn’t dare look at him.

A moment later, the Scrabble board went flying and she was on her back on the couch, with Ian sprawled on top of her.

“I think you win that round,” he said, his voice gruff.

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So…that’s Ian and Neve.

May I introduce you to Hannah and Brannon? Brannon is Neve’s older brother, while Hannah is one of her friends from high school.

Love is the greatest risk of all.

After seven days in a coma, Hannah Parker remembers nothing about the accident that landed her in the hospital—or how she ended up pregnant with Brannon’s baby, the man she’s loved since high school. Her body and heart have burned for him for years, and when she wakes up, he’s sleeping by her bedside, anxious to keep her safe at all costs. But as Hannah struggles with her amnesia, a threat looms closer—one that could have deadly consequences if she recovers her memories.  She will have to trust Brannon completely if she is to keep what haunts her at bay…and their baby safe….

Brannon McKay spent the last ten years fantasizing about Hannah. In his mind, he’s explored every passionate scenario he can think of while, in real life, Brannon took their budding relationship and threw it away with both hands. Hannah doesn’t remember what happened but now that she is awake, Brannon would rather die than watch her walk away again. When Hannah and his unborn child’s life is threatened, Brannon must stake claim to the woman who has held his heart captive for years…or risk disaster tearing them apart…

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excerpt

Hannah gasped at the feel of his hand on her lower back.

“I’ll be right back,” Dr. Shaw said.

Hannah barely heard her over the sound of blood roaring in her ears.

“Hannah?”

Slowly, she lifted her head and met Brannon’s eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked.  The soft, gentle note in his voice was so unlike him.

He brushed his fingers down her neck and she looked away.  A shiver raced down her spine and she had to fight the urge to lean into his touch, lean into him.

His lips slid across her temple and she caught her breath, need stirring inside her.   Need, love…so many emotions.

In the back of her mind, she heard the echo of his voice…wake up, come back to me…I’m  sorry.

She knew he’d come to see her in the hospital.  People told her that he’d been there.  Every day.  One of the nurses, Jenny, she’d said he read to her.  He’d read Jude Deveraux’s Velvet Song to her.  The first romance Hannah had ever read and she was on her third copy of it.  He’d found her dog-eared copy and brought it to her, read it to her while a cop stood on duty outside her room.

A crazy urge drove her and before he could pull back, she turned her face toward his, lifting her mouth before he moved away.  Twisting her head around, she reached for him, fisting her hand in the collar of his shirt and dragging him closer.   He didn’t move as she pressed her mouth to his.

“You’re going to drive me crazy, Brannon,” she said against his lips.

When she kissed him again, a harsh sigh escaped him.  He stood there, his hands braced on the table, one near her hip, the other precariously perched between her knees.  She wondered what he’d do if she wiggled closer and rubbed against him.

Then she stopped thinking at all, because he’d broken the kiss.

The interruption might have lasted mere seconds.  He moved from his position at the foot of the table to standing in front of her.  One hand went to either of her knees and she sucked in a breath as he pushed them wide and moved to stand between splayed thighs.

Then he reached up, tangling his hands in her hair.  “Open your mouth,” he said, his voice a low rasp, scraping against her senses like raw silk over bare flesh.

She parted her lips and his tongue swept him.

The taste.

She shuddered and reached up, grasping at his arms, her nails sinking into his biceps.

She whimpered when he cupped her breast, the heat of his hand apparent even through her bra and shirt.

I’ve probably fantasized about getting my hands on your tits about a hundred times now.

Hannah tore her mouth away, shoving him back.

“Hannah?”

Panting, she stared at him.

Cool air kissed her flesh and she looked down, dismayed to find her shirt open.

How had he managed that?  He’d had his hands on her maybe thirty seconds.

“Hannah, what’s wrong?” Brannon asked, taking a step toward her.

She shook her head and hopped off the table, moving to stare outside.

I’ve probably fantasized about getting my hands on your tits about a hundred times now.

It was Brannon’s voice she heard in the back of her head, clear as day. She knew what was happening.  It was another one of those memories, trying to slip free from whatever held it trapped.  It had started like that at first—Brannon had been the one to make all those blocks come down to begin with.  He’d sat in with her in the room in the hospital, along with Neve.  Neve had been talking about school and Hannah had listened, but with despair.

“You hit me in the head with a rock once,” he’d told her.

Those words, so easily delivered, had startled out of her misery.  He hadn’t even been looking at her as he said it.  He’d been busy staring at his phone, tapping away at it, like there was nothing going on outside that screen that interested him.

He’d paused for a moment and looked up at her. In an almost bored tone, he said, “There I was thinking I’d need stitches and bleeding all over the place and you told me to stop being a baby so you could clean it up.”

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Write drunk edit sober…they told me

And yes, they did.  It’s right there on their website. See? If you’re on twitter, just follow #WWWriting or the #WWWriting hashtag.

FYI, I don’t really write drunk.  It wouldn’t be a pretty sight. But I’ll be joining the ladies of Whiskey, Wine and Writing on Twitter for Tweet Chat on Monday, 9.14 at 8pm where we’ll discuss…well, whiskey, wine and writing.

Specifically…we’ll be talking about:

“You make me lose my head.”

“Mine’s about ready to come clean off.” He rocked up against her, leaving no doubt about what he meant.

She blushed and he rolled, spilling her onto her back, careful to keep his weight off her.  “Since you’re still thinking…” He kissed his way down her neck.

She shivered.  “Your beard tickles.”

“That’s what all the ladies say,” he murmured.

She tugged on his ear.  “That makes me want to decide no.”

“Ladies? What ladies…I’ve never touched another,” he said, flashing her a wicked smile.

“You’re a charming son of a bitch, aren’t you?”

“I can do more than charm you, Neve.”

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Where were you

I’ve been sick as a dog the past thirty six hours–sick as in I’ve lost five pounds in that time frame sick.  I’m finally eating but the time sort of slid away and it wasn’t until I looked at twitter and saw #wherewereyou as a trending hashtag that I realized what day it is.

This is one of those days that I think people will remember. If you were old enough to ‘get’ it, you’ll remember.

I was in fifth grade when the Challenger exploded…remember the Teacher in Space project?  Like a lot of school kids (I imagine), I was watching, and we all saw it explode.  In essence, we saw her die along with six others.  I remember that, even now. I can’t remember a lot of other things about fifith grade, but I remember that.

9/11 is another one of those days–a day so surreal and painful, it’s hard even now to think about it. It’s also a day that has been etched into the fabric of this country.  As it should be.

I was pregnant with my son.  He was born two weeks after.  He and my youngest came into the post 9/11 world and my oldest was so young, she doesn’t realize how much that single changed this country.

I remember sitting on the couch, watching in horror as the smoke billowed up from one of the towers.  It was early and nobody really knew what was going on yet.  I had to get to work and I dragged myself away.

By the time I got to work, it was pretty clear what had happened.  Most of the staff and the parents I met that day had the same grim look in their eyes as I know I did.  The kids…well, you work with kids, you raise kids, you learn not to share more than they are ready to hear.

But it was a hard day, just watching the news from hundreds of miles of away.

My heart, my thoughts and prayers go out to those who lived through it, who lost loved ones, who worked the rescue operations.  We discovered a lot of heroes that day.

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I went to Dragoncon and came back with this…

 

Interesting souveneir, huh?  I mean, some people get T-shirts or books or that kind of thing.  But no…not this family.

See, I was heading out, about ready to get on 75 North when my husband texts me.

So…when you heading out?

I tell him Right now.

Well, there are dogs in Atlanta.

We’ve been looking for a pup for a few weeks.  Especially him. Ever since we had to put Oreo to sleep.  And once he decides he has to have a dog, he HAS TO HAVE A DOG.

So…there I was, driving around Atlanta, looking for this lady who had some pups for sale.

Her name is Willow.  See? It’s kind of a geek name.

Speaking of Dragoncon, I had a ball.  There were two very cool panels.  Really loved the one on Saturday with Myke Cole and John Hartness.  He writes about Bubba the Monster Hunter.  Seriously.  His hero is named Bubba.  I almost died.

Here’s another cool costume.  FYI, if you don’t know this guy…we can’t be friends.

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I met the Addams Family…

Well…kinda sorta

The Addams

At Dragoncon.

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Grimm’s End…up for preorder on iBooks!

FYI, it will be available on other retailers in a week or two.

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He would walk into hell for her. Hell’s not willing to let him back out.

Years have passed since Will flung himself headlong into demon central. Everyone has told Mandy he’s lost to them, but she still won’t believe it. He was her heart and soul—still is—even if he never admitted they belonged together.

When a friend is nearly torn through a rip between the worlds, Mandy gets the sign she’s hoped and prayed for. Her friend is thrust back through to safety by no other than Will himself.

With all hell breaking loose on earth, only two Grimm can be spared for the mission to retrieve their leader—Mandy and the only otherGrimm crazy enough to go with her.

Will would forget the color of the sky before he’d forget the love of all his lives. But his time is done. It’s only a matter of which demon will finally destroy him.

He never thought his final moments would be haunted by Mandy’s face. But is it a fitting punishment, or one last chance to atone for crimes he committed so long ago?

Warning: This book contains too much angst, too many secrets, and two people who long to be together. It’s also the end of a long, fun ride. Thanks for taking it.

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He remembered blue sky.

His life was so long, the eternity he’d spent here couldn’t wipe out the memories.

Not yet.

But the time would come when he would look up at the endless stretch of gray and try

to recall a time when he’d last seen anything but the dismal hues overhead. He would try

and he would fail. He knew, because he’d been in this hell before. It had been eons ago—or

so some would think—but it felt like yesterday.

Some memories fade, but when a man has walked through a specific sort of hell, he

never forgets.

The sky, though, fresh air, the feel of a soft spring rain…those things can eventually be

forgotten. For now, he stood at the mouth of the cave and remembered.

The memory he clung to now was of watching her as she moved through the snow.

She’d chosen a crossbow as her preferred weapon—they all had them after all—and she was

tackling the obstacle course he’d built for her.

The backdrop of winter-bare trees and the cerulean sky, the snow dusting up around

her as she demolished the obstacles like they were little more than child’s toys. And when

she’d finished, she’d turned to look at him with a wild grin on her face.

“Again,” she had demanded.

He’d simply nodded and rebuilt the obstacle course.

What he’d wanted, more than anything, was to cross to her and touch her.

Just…touch.

Due out 10.27.16

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Wicked Wild Fantasies…available now…

Previously published as Her Wildest Dreams

Always the wallflower, Alison Ryan is used to being ignored and pushed around. Everybody takes her for granted, even the strung-out would-be mugger who tried to steal her purse late one night. She can’t say who was more surprised when she stood up to him…the mugger, herself…or Detective Alex O’Malley, her brother’s best friend and the man she’s loved for most of her life.

When a little bit of comforting goes sideways, Ali ends up living out one of her most hidden fantasies, having Alex’s mouth on hers, his hands sliding all over her body.

The last thing Alex O’Malley expected was to wake up and find himself wrapped around his best friend’s baby sister. He’d just been trying to be a friend and he wakes up in wonderland. Before he could get his head wrapped around what’s going on, though, his mouth gets him in trouble and Alison takes off. Plagued by guilt and a need that just won’t quit, he keeps away from her.

When life has them crashing back together, Alex can hardly believe his eyes. The shy mouse who used to pretend she wasn’t staring at him is gone and in her place is a strong, sexy confident woman who isn’t afraid to take her life—and her needs—into her own hands.

Determined to convince her to give him a chance, Alex sets out to make her understand that he is the one man who can make all her wicked, wild fantasies come true.

Previously published as HER WILDEST DREAMS. This title has been extensively rewritten and revised. New material has been added and it has been re-edited.

Excerpt

“You’re disobeying me, baby.”

She swallowed and whispered against his thumb, “I’m sorry, Alex.”

“Are you?”

She nodded.

“Then you’ll have to make it up to me, won’t you?”

Excited yet somehow scared, she nodded again.

“Good girl…”

She didn’t remember how they ended up on the bed. One moment she’d been on his lap, naked. Then she was on the bed, the mattress like a cloud under her while her arms were stretched overhead. Not just stretched, though. Cuffed. She was bound and bare beneath him and Alex stood between her legs, using one foot to nudge her thighs apart. “Spread them,” he said, giving her a cocky grin as he echoed one of the most clichéd cop lines ever.

“Are you…are you arresting me, detective?” she asked.

“Should I?” He went to his knees now, staring at her with hot, hungry eyes. “Have you been bad, Ali-cat?”

She shook her head. “No.” She was never bad. And that kind of sucked.

Still fully clothed, he laid a hand on her bare thigh and said, “I bet you have been.” Then he smoothed his hand up, not stopping until he met the juncture where hip met thigh. Then he brushed his knuckles across the damp curls that covered her. “See…bad girl. You’re already wet. Why are you so wet, Ali-cat?”

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Did you enter to win a copy of Wild, Wicked Fantasies?

If so, go check out the post.  Winner names are posted in comments.  There were 26 entries. I picked 5 winners, roughly 1 in 5.  Seemed like a good number.  

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