Wednesday Whisper ~ All the Wright Moves

October 26th, 2016

All the Wright Moves is the first in the McKingley series that I co-wrote with McKenna Jeffries.



An attraction that was right from their first meeting.

Savvy software designer Warwick Taylor’s multi-billion dollar corporation develops cutting edge computer technology. He had made lots of sacrifices—personal and professional—to get where he is. The loss of his wife many years ago has taught him many tough lessons about life and love. Time was precious and you must take every moment as it comes. During the installation of the computer donation he made to a local community centre, Warwick is swept away by the dedication of the centre’s owner. Deciding to take a chance, Warwick opens himself to the possibilities…

After years of hard work, Katiya Wright finally has her community centre, The Oasis, running smoothly. The large donation of computers for her new computer program is a godsend. The man who comes to set them up makes her break her no dating rule. When she finds out who he really is she knows that he is way above what she is used to. Warwick however has other ideas and refuses to be pushed aside. He challenges Katiya to step out of her preconceived notions and give them a chance.

Will they have enough to sustain this unexpected meeting? Can she get past their differences and see him as the man he is… the man that may be the Wright move to make.


Katiya Wright stopped only after a step into the open doorway. The sight before her made her breath catch and she leaned against the doorframe for support and to view the tight jeans hugging a firm ass. The man bent, stretching the already fitted jeans taut. She bit her bottom lip to stifle a whimper. Her gaze travelled from the ass to muscular legs that bulged enticingly as he stood. She retraced her path back up to a bottom that should be declared illegal to a tapered waist, and a back that rippled with muscles visible through his shirt across his broad shoulders. The man shifted to the side as he lifted the computer monitor onto the desk. Katiya snapped out of her daze, glancing away from his luscious body.

The large room, which had been empty a few days earlier, was now filled with over fifty individual oak desks, office chairs and a file cabinet with a printer on it. It was as she’d envisioned, each work area set up like an office. She walked over to the desk closest to her and touched the last item that she knew had arrived today. A complete computer system with all the bells and whistles sat on top of the desk. A look at the screen showed it was installing some sort of software. With another glance around the room she noted that the systems were almost all set up. She returned her attention to the lone man still installing the computers and wondered where the rest of the work crew was.

A flare of interest filled her as she watched him work. With efficient moves he hooked up all the cables. Moments later he flipped on the system, punched a few keys, and the Windows logo came up. The man moved onto another desk and bent to pick up another computer out of a new box. She tried to figure out why she seemed to be attracted to him. It had been years since she’d had even a minuscule amount of interest in anyone. She hadn’t even seen his face nor had any interaction with him. Katiya continued to study him. She should probably let him know she was there, but she didn’t want to break the moment and continued to watch as he set up another system and moved onto another.

Snap out of it. No dating, she reminded herself. Clearing her throat, she walked over to the man. He stiffened and straightened from the box he was unpacking.

“Everything is looking great.” She glanced around again, pleased that her vision was finally taking shape.

Katiya turned to look at him again then stopped. Damn, he’s even more captivating up close. His dark, brooding eyes studied her silently. Black shaggy shoulder length hair framed a tanned, craggy face. He wasn’t what she’d call typically handsome, but something about him made her want to look at him more than once. With large blunt fingers, he pushed back his hair from his face. He dwarfed her five feet nine inches-he had to be at least over six feet tall.

“There are just a few more systems left to set up in here.”

His deep, bassy baritone set off a clenching sensation in the base of her stomach.

Control yourself. Katiya took a calming breath. “Yes, I see that. I’m surprised that there aren’t more techs helping to get it done.”

“There were, but they are setting up the other systems for the centre offices,” he replied.

Katiya frowned. “What? The donation was only for these systems.” She motioned to the computers around the room.


“Katiya. Katiya Wright. No need for the Miss.” She paused. “I don’t understand. Why are computers being installed in the centre offices?”

“Katiya Wright. You’re the owner of The Oasis, I’m pleased to meet you.” He reached out and shook her hand. “You’re doing some great things with the community centre. As for the reason why the centre’s offices are being set up too. Do you realise how outdated your systems are?” The man cocked his head to the side, studying her.

She ignored the flash of pleasure that filled her at his touch and statement about her work at the centre.

“I know they are but this”-she gestured to the systems again-“was more important to get than computers for our offices. What does-?”

“Why didn’t you just ask for a donation that included the centre offices?”

Katiya narrowed her eyes. She didn’t appreciate his almost chastising tone, but instead of replying in anger, she put on her ‘diplomatic mask’.

“We had thought we would have to get more than one donor to get everything here the way we wanted. But when I approached your company, the donation made was more than generous enough and we didn’t need to seek any other donors. Taylor Bytes gave us all the computer systems, printers and provided techs like you to set it all up for us. That was what we needed. The centre offices having computers were secondary to that.”

Although she had not met the man behind Taylor Bytes, the multibillion-dollar software company, Katiya was very grateful for his unselfish donation. When she had approached the company she had never expected them to donate everything she’d needed to get her computer classes up and running. The man continued to study her intently. Katiya shifted and tried to mask her wince. Her leg ached from the plane ride.

Monday Query

October 24th, 2016

Last month I asked if you had plants and what the fave was. This month, I’m curious, do you have a green thumb? Is raising plants easy for you?

images7P8JZ9U6I wouldn’t say I have a green thumb but it’s definitely not a black thumb. I do okay with my plants. I’ve even taken some out with a weed wacker and lawn mower only to have them come back bigger and better. *yep, I’m talented like that…grin* What about you?

Sunday Sentiment

October 23rd, 2016
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Soon the leaves will all be turning,

From their many shades of green,

Into colors bright and gorgeous…

Reds and yellows, browns and orange,

Underneath the smiling sun,

Each leaf vying with the other

In the change they’ve now begun.

Giving up their Summer wardrobes,

Gladly; joyfully, with glee,

Putting on their Autumn trousseau,

As they leave their mother tree…

~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, “The Wedding of the Leaves” (1940s)

Saturday Selection

October 22nd, 2016

Not exactly on my TBR because this one I’ve read numerous times, but wanted to do so again.


She Was The Ultimate Temptation

Magnus is a man of contradictions–a spiritual leader in a warrior’s body. To him, laws are for enforcing and visions must be followed–even if that means freeing a beautiful slave and making her his reluctant handmaiden. Betrayed once before, Magnus can barely bring himself to trust another woman. Yet Daenaira’s fiery innocence is drawing them both into a reckless inferno of desire.

Daenaira grew up hearing tales of a fearsome priest who seemed more myth than reality. But Magnus is very real–every inch of him–and so is the treachery surrounding them. Beneath Sanctuary’s calm surface, an enemy is scheming to unleash havoc on the Shadowdwellers, unless Magnus trusts in a union ordained by fate, and sealed by unending bliss. . .

Wednesday Whisper ~ Seducing Damian

October 19th, 2016

This is a connected story to the Kemet Uncovered series I co-wrote with Taige Crenshaw.


Can a mortal man, without magic or coercion, bring a goddess to her knees just with the power of his love?

Damian Keith teaches Ancient Egyptian history but his love lies in the magic of mythology. An amateur collector of artefacts, he spends much of his time reading ancient books. Lately his dreams have been invaded by a woman whose touch leaves him breathless and wanting more. Much more. But she never reveals her face to him.

Amenitre Seini is really the Egyptian goddess Sekhmet. Mortal, Damian Keith has enthralled her like no one before. She visits him in his dreams until she can no longer resist the urge to touch him while he’s awake and heads to Earth.

Do they stand a chance at a future together or will Damian push her away once he learns of her deception and who and what she truly is? Can she convince him her love is real and that only in the beginning was it about…


That feeling was back…again. Barely containing the shiver—although not entirely unpleasant—that coursed through his body and made him weak in the knees, the man cleared his throat and swallowed before continuing with his lecture.

“Are you okay, Professor?” a student asked from the front row.

The man nodded his dark head and flashed the students in his class one of his winning smiles. The women longed to have that smile mean more than it ever would. His classes were always full. Both men and women wanted to take his class. He taught with vigour most people didn’t see anymore. He taught about ancient Egypt. Although, truth be told, Egyptian mythology was his true passion.

“I’m fine, thank you.” His voice was deep and soothing; the sort of voice that could offer comfort or bring immense pleasure, depending on how he wanted it to be heard. Blinking, he put his eyes back on his class. “Now, where was I?”

“Just about to tell us about the Valley of the Kings,” the same student spoke.

He grinned and responded, “So I was. Okay.” He swept his gaze across the smaller group study he was doing today. There were only about fifty in this class. Damn, Damian, you have got it made. Then he continued with his lecture. In spite of everything, his love of teaching and his love of the very subject, Damian Memphis Keith still felt that unknown presence.

As the students were filing out of the lecture hall, Damian began to tuck his own papers in his satchel. A warm breeze blew over him, causing him to look up in suspicion. On the air, the faint scent of lotus blossom lingered, tantalising his nose like no smell ever had, at least not while he was awake. The hair on his body seemed to stand on end as if filled with an electrical current.

What the hell? Damian shook his head and tried to focus on what he was doing. Instead his gaze was drawn to the far corner of the room. He could barely make out the image of a woman bathed in the sunlight from the large windows. At her side were two lionesses, at least he thought they were, for they were also hard to discern.

Dropping his papers, Damian rubbed his eyes because he knew there was no way what he was seeing was real. For one, he didn’t know anyone who carried themselves with such presence. And two, he positively didn’t know anyone who had big cats as pets.

“Professor?” A voice shattered through his haze. Inhaling deeply, Damian opened his eyes to see Kathryn Harrison standing before him. She was one of his best students. The only downfall…she wanted much more than a professor-student relationship.

“Yes, Ms. Harrison? Something I can do for you?” Damian shoved the rest of his papers away.

“I was just checking to make sure you were okay,” she admitted. “You looked a bit dizzy earlier and just now you were staring off into the corner at something only you could see.”

Risking another glance to the corner, all he saw was the sunlight filtering in the window. No woman, no cats, nothing. He frowned briefly before he turned his attention back to the woman before him. “I’m okay. Thanks for the concern. I guess I am coming down with something.”

Damian picked up his briefcase and tossed his leather jacket over his arm. “I will see you tomorrow, Ms. Harrison. Again, thanks for the concern.” Long strides took him up the steps in the lecture hall and through the door.

Beyond His Control

October 18th, 2016

A connected story to the Quad series. The son and daughter of two couples.

Kamden Strong sighed. Assuaged with exhaustion the club scene not even remotely what she wanted to be doing. I have a perfectly good bath and bed in my hotel suite. Why am I here?

A squeal which had no problem elevating itself over the noise of the crowd—an impressive feat to be sure—grabbed her attention. Kamden turned her head and smiled at her friend Missy. Oh yeah. That’s why I’m here. Missy Travis, best friend extraordinaire. Missy had begged her to go along. Happy that her friend wasn’t heading off on her own, Kamden had agreed to accompany her.

Missy waved at her from where she danced along with no less than four guys. Kamden lifted her glass in acknowledgement. She smiled and spoke to people despite the headache sweeping down upon her. Kamden had just politely turned down another offer to dance and took a big drink of her cranberry juice. I need something stronger. She picked a stool at the furthest end of the bar and claimed it although she just longed to crawl off into a dark corner and hide. She felt someone move up behind her and she bit back a groan.

“Wanna dance?”

Her smile was more of a grimace. “No, thank you.”

“Well, how about I get you another drink then.”

The pounding in her head amplified.

“I believe the lady said no,” a deep masculine voice interrupted.

All the hair on the back of her neck stood up at the thick southern drawl. Oh mama! Her weakness. A rich southern drawl, the lazy, unhurried, toe curling…Kamden took another drink and wished she had some ice in the glass. You know what they say about people who chew ice, her brain taunted. She’d heard it all before.

The other man glared at her before walking off. Her savior settled against the bar, not blocking her view of Missy but on the other side. A brief thought this may be a setup crossed her mind.

“Thank you,” she said, her manners dictating her to respond to his action. Kamden looked to her left. The man faced her, his hip resting on the bar rail. Strong hands, trim waist. Swallowing, she focused back on her drink. No matter how grateful for the intervention, Kamden still had no intention of being picked up in a bar.

“You know I remember you being a lot more boisterous.”

She jerked her head toward him. Darkly tanned skin, well built, well built, close cut black hair, clean shaven, and amazing blue eyes. A strong tingle of familiarity teased the back of her brain but she couldn’t retrieve it, she knew she should but the pounding her head was doing seemed to prevent even that slight task. She fought off a grimace of pain.

“I’m sorry?”

“Wow…I’m hurt. You don’t remember me?”

Kamden shook her head. “I’m sorry, no.” Tall, dark, and handsome tsked and plucked her drink from her hand before helping himself to a giant swig. Hells nawh!

His blue eyes met hers and he laughed a deep and decadent sound. “Calm down, Kami, I’ll buy you a new one.”

Kami. That was a childhood name. And one only a certain adult man still persisted in calling her. Or had the last night she’d seen him. Snatching her glass back, she lifted her brows and said, “Caleb?” Please say no.

He flashed a grin which despite the pounding in her head, made her panties wet. “In the flesh. Long time no see.”

That was putting it mildly. The last time she’d seen him was the night he’d turned her down for some ass from a fake-tittied redhead. Kamden suddenly had the urge to punch him in the throat.

“Yeah it has been. How are your parents?” I can be polite.

“Everyone’s fine. And yours?”

“Same.” Kamden caught the bartenders gaze and signaled for a refill. Can my night get any worse? A killer headache and the one man I asked to fuck me who turned me down. Maybe the roof would like to fall in on me just to round out the night.

Monday Query

October 17th, 2016

Most of y’all know I have pets. 4 dogs and 1 cat. So I’m curious, are you a dog person, cat person? Or do you prefer some other type of animal for a pet, if you have one at all. Even if you don’t have one but would like one, what type would it be?

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Sunday Sentiment

October 16th, 2016
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I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it.

~Lee Maynard

Saturday Selection

October 15th, 2016

Another new series for me. Love this!

Brazen is the first in the B-Squad series. However, it is linked to Liliana Hart’s MacKenzie Security world, by the novella, Bulletproof, if you’d like to see how the hero/heroine met.

51mDPjEd7CLFalling in love is the easy part, staying together…now that’s the biggest challenge of all.

Everything is finally working out for Bianca Sutherland and Taz Hazard. They’re in love and running B-Squad Security and Investigations. They’ve planned the perfect operation to take down the dangerous drug kingpin who’s kidnapped one of Bianca’s best friends. Then Taz’s wife—who was supposed to be his ex-wife—shows up on the eve of the big rescue mission and threatens to blow up his and Bianca’s happily ever after.

The last thing Bianca wants after the revelation that Taz might still be married is to have to spend time with her former live-in boyfriend who never told her he’d ever been married in the first place. But it’s too late to change plans. To save her friend, she has to swallow her hurt and go undercover with Taz as a newlywed couple at an exclusive resort. The only thing Taz wants is Bianca and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to win her back. But when it’s his life on the line, will it be too late for him to show her that his past is over and she’s the only woman for his future…


Wednesday Whisper ~ With This Ring

October 12th, 2016

My Denim & Spurs series takes place in a small town in Texas.

This is the first book in that series.WTR_AB LG

A man whose wedding day was destroyed by betrayal meets a woman from his past who begins to renew his belief in true love and with her in his life, he may be willing to try that step once again.
Rancher Dustin Kane is working on turning his cattle ranch, the Diamond J, into a strictly cutting one. After calling off his wedding on the day of, he meets a woman who is looking for a bracelet. She’s different and he can’t recall her but she claims they’ve met before. By the time she leaves him, he’s more intrigued and wants to see her again.
Samantha ‘Finn’ Finley had returned to Branchwater, Texas for the sole purpose of helping out her injured father. Running into the man she’s loved since high school was never part of the plan. She soon discovers that what may be her plans may just be working in their own way.
The days pass with her seeing quite a bit of him as she works on his ranch, doing his farrier work. Even after she’s done there, he keeps coming around and they grow closer. When it comes time for her to leave, will Dustin be able to let her return to her life on the East Coast or will he do all he can to get her to come back to where she belongs, home…with him?


“There you are, boy, all fixed up.” She patted the muscular rump of the sorrel Quarter Horse as she allowed him to put his hoof back down. The gelding snorted, trying unsuccessfully to turn his head. “Give me a few boy and I’ll get you back to your stall.”

Tools down, she unhooked him from the double ties, which held him after snapping on the lead rope. Bobbing his head, he pawed at the floor.

“Come on boy.” He nudged her pocket after she removed his halter once they reached his stall. “Sweetie, I don’t know if you’re allowed sugar cubes.”

“He’s allowed.”

The words came on a deep masculine timbre, which stroked along her skin and set her heart to pounding so much faster. She had dreams about this voice and the man who wielded it with devastating ease. Dustin Kane. Dreams not even moving across the country could assuage.

She took a moment, paying attention to the equine before her. Digging into her pocket, she withdrew the sought for sugar. Velvet soft lips plucked it from her palm with a feather light touch. Then she glanced over her shoulders and promptly lost her breath.

She’d not seen him since the night she’d fallen on her posterior before him. Then—aside from being a klutz—she looked a bit more put together. Today, she was sweaty, dirty, and smelled of horse.

“You didn’t tell me, Samantha Finley, who you were.”

Leaving the stall, ensuring to secure it after her, she shrugged. “Didn’t think it mattered. I told you we’d met before.”

Dustin watched her intently from below the brim of his worn cowboy hat. It wasn’t new that he’d just picked off the rack to impress a woman, no, his obviously well worn with signs of miles traveled on it. Dropping her gaze, she worked her way up his body. Broken-in boots poked out from the legs of well-fit jeans. His tucked in shirt molded to his chest in ways, which highlighted every defined muscle, sleeves barely containing powerful arms. A large belt buckle glinted in the light.

She was in trouble. He had the most incredible eyes. A deep royal blue. Intense. And often a contributor to her numerous dreams of him.

He cleared his throat. “Thanks for coming out.”

“Job’s a job.” She began packing up her tools, grateful it gave her a new focal point.

“You coming back tomorrow?”

Hands on hips, she glanced up at him. “I don’t know. Am I?”

He crossed his arms. “Connor said your work was perfect and the horses respond well to you. Says you have a way with them.”

“Pointless on being a farrier if you don’t get along with horses.” His gaze tracked her as she swept up the clippings. She did her best to ignore it but he didn’t make it easy. “You want me, I’m here.” The second the words were out, she realized how they sounded. Flashing to his face, she gauged his expression.