Lazy day, writing, breakfast w/ DH (he cooked and cleaned it up), now football before work. Hope all y’all are having a spectacular one!
Unbreakable Bonds, Co-written with Taige Crenshaw has been contracted by Totally Bound. It will be available for in May 2015. Here is the cover and blurb.
Unbreakable Bonds… By: Taige Crenshaw & Aliyah Burke Totally Bound Coming May 2015 Genre: Contemporary/Time Travel Length: Novel
When fantasy becomes reality it brings to life one who has traveled through time. A woman finds a man who sets her body ablaze with passion.
Ta-Mara LeBreaux finds escape reading a love story of a couple that get together despite all odds. Yet she never expected to be caught in her own tale—the outcome of which will be up to the fickleness of destiny. A man appears in her life, and all signs point to the fact that he is the same Levi from her book. A book she has read countless times. She must be crazy… However when the impossible becomes reality, Ta-Mara is faced with Levi who has come from between the pages to her world. He’s all her dreams come true. This man is all too real and sexy as hell. But is she living on borrowed time with Levi who can’t possibly be hers?
Levi Jefferson Davis Madison doesn’t know what brought him to this time or this particular woman. He is sure of one thing. Ta-Mara is the light that fills his soul. He won’t let anything or anyone stand between them. Yes this present time is so much different than he is used too but he won’t let that stop him. By opening first her home then her heart to a stranger, she shows him the depths of her character. Loving her is easy but being able to keep her by his side is his greatest challenge. Or is it…? There are some things that go beyond time and space. When love meets time, nothing can get in the ways of unbreakable bonds…
Today’s snippet is from Through the Fire, with Smokejumper TJ and the mechanic who owns his heart, Mongoose. Enjoy!
Excerpt for Through the Fire
Teague felt her before he saw her. That tingling only she brought him skated up his spine. Moving farther into the room, he found her with his gaze. A smile flitted across his face.
Of course. Where else would you be at 3:30 in the morning, Erin, but in the ring?
He padded closer, watching her dodge and jab with an imaginary opponent. His gaze lingered over the fact she only wore a white sports bra that zipped down the front and black low-rise boy fit shorts.
A groan escaped him. Her dark skin shone with a sheen of sweat. Her hair was up in a ponytail and it moved in tandem with her graceful motions. He skimmed over the muscles in her legs and arms as she worked out.
He didn’t stop until he neared the ring. Standing tall, he allowed his bag to hit the floor with a loud thud. That got her attention.
Her eyes widened in surprise before she got her emotions under control. Standing in the middle of the ring, she stretched her neck and shook her shoulders, trying to stay loose. “Here for a workout?”
“Wanna spar?” Teague asked, leaning against the rope.
“Why not?” She did a bit of in place jogging while he slid under and climbed into the ring. “Do you want some gear?”
He looked at her, her hands were wrapped but she was gloveless. “No. I’ll be fine.”
She shrugged. “Suit yourself.” Her dark eyes watched him telling him she was waiting for him to make the first move.
Teague bounced around, finding his footing and balance. He almost lost them both as the sparkle he remembered seeing in her eyes when they were together appeared. Erin Watford loved to box.
He took the first swing and then it was on after that. They feinted, dodged, and tossed punches back and forth. Teague never had to check his swing because he knew he wouldn’t be landing any direct blows on her.
Watching the pleasure on her face, sent a wave of longing through him. He was still in love with her. Deliberately, Teague allowed her to land some punches on his stomach and when she did, he wrapped his arms around her and took them both down to the mat where after he took the brunt of the hit, he rolled them over so she was beneath him.
“What are you doing?” she hissed even as her eyes showed him her desire.
“What I should have done yesterday when you walked in here, back into my life.”
Teague kissed her. Wrapped one hand around her ponytail and swept his tongue through her mouth like a wildfire. He groaned as her familiar taste assaulted him. His body responded violently. He wanted her.
So…I have a new series coming out. The first four will drop in December 2014. Book 5 in Mar 2015 and Book 6 in Jun 2015.
This series is centric around a small town in Georgia called Cottonwood Falls. I hope you’ll enjoy this series as much as I did writing it. I’ll post a bit more about the town and it’s occupants the closer we get to release day!
Why I have to go through this so often I don’t understand. Dear people on the street, I have nothing against rescued dogs and I think they are wonderful. Please, people who have them, stop jumping down my throat for buying my dogs from a breeder. It’s a choice. I choose this way, it’s not to say I won’t/nor have I never had a rescue, but at this moment, I’m buying my dogs from breeders. I don’t get in your face and berate you for having a rescue, kindly stay out of mine and …yelling at me about how I’m supporting puppy mills because I am not. I walk my dogs to enjoy time with them and away from my computer, not to get into arguments with you and your beliefs. I’m tired of having to change my walking time just so I don’t have to deal with your crap. For the love of all that is good, leave me the f*** alone!
Sincerely, The person who is getting crankier and crankier when she takes her walks because of stupid people who don’t understand how dangerous it is for you to get up in my face.
I’ve been formatting, editing, and putting covers to books. Oh…and I stole a nap in there with the pups. Getting ready to hang out with Yvette Hines, Di Topaz, Denise Jeffries, and Author Ancelli this afternoon, possibly Felicia Mason as well. *Will miss you Bridget Midway and Angie Daniels* Now, I need to get some more writing done and see if I can’t make a decision about what to write next. Can’t decide at this moment and it’s making for a big fat zero in the writing column. Here’s hoping everyone is having a great day, staying warm, and reading something spectacular.
— listening to Ghost the Musical.
Finished edits on a story this morning. Now breaking before I do a final read on another two stories that need to be submitted then it’s off to work on a new story. Jumping into a paranormal this time, so back to the notebook. The dogs are out enjoying the cool weather while Dageus is on his tower curled up in a ball.
— listening to Mandy Patinkin.
Soo…this happened. http://amzn.to/1ugM8BL Rakes & Rogues Book 3. Pug/Sabeen. Available for pre-order now. Going live 28 Nov so you have something to read while you’re out shopping in all those lines.
Dear Lady with the psycho aggressive dog I had the “lovely” unfortunate pleasure of meeting on the walk this morning…it’s called a recall, you should learn it for your dog. And if you thought I behaved ugly when you reached me, you’re lucky I was able to restrain your dog from attacking mine because that would have been truly ugly. The situation in no way was even remotely funny and I don’t know why you thought it was and how “he didn’t mean anything by his growling, snapping” you don’t understand how to read your own dog. If you can’t hold onto one dog yet I can grab yours, restrain him, as well as keeping hold of my three…you don’t need a dog. Or get the invisible ones, they listen. Bottom line, stay off my street and walk your dog elsewhere. And put him in classes because you both need them.
Now, I’m off to try and calm down because I’m still livid. And my arm hurts from that dog. Off to chillax and put some books up for pre-order (yep, more teasing…) News…coming…soon.
All the proceeds from this book go to Protecting our Defenders, a wonderful charity that hopefully one day will be obsolete because there won’t be a need for it.
There is more than one story in this anthology so pick it up and give it a try.
Excerpt for Dutch & Lobo
“Lobo.” He spoke as he fell into step beside her.
She paused to glance up at him and he stopped right along with her. “Oh, it’s you.”
That smarted. He wasn’t sure what to think of her response.
“Yes, me. Dutch.”
Her full lips twitched. “Dutch, right. Just like Arnold in Predator.” She shook her head. “Something I can do for you?”
He’d seen Predator once, after a member of the British SBS plied him with the nickname. Shoving the memory back, he struggled with the impulse to salute her for all the warmth in her tone. She threw him. Most women fawned over his looks and would love any attention he heaped upon them. He was after all, not without manners, and let’s not forget, a Marine. An elite warrior and here in this jungle, unique to the normal flavors. This woman was different. He angled his body to block her forward movement.
One arched brow—the one with her rainbow titanium segment ring—rose as she shoved her hands deep into her pockets and rocked back on the heels of her black combat boots. She didn’t say a word, just watched him.
“Care for some company?” Did he sound desperate? Perhaps.
“You don’t even know where I’m going.”
He blinked and watched her. He wanted to touch her smooth dark skin and follow the path he made with his fingers using his tongue. He’d never met a woman before who smelled so pure. No scented soaps or lotions. Just clean woman.
She unwrapped a toothpick and put it in her mouth. “This some kind of joke with you and the rest of your team, Dutch? See if you can get me into bed.”
He stepped closer admiring how she refused to back up, even if she did have to tip her head to maintain eye contact. “I’ve already had you in bed, engel.”