Wednesday Whisper

December 17th, 2014

Hello!!

Today is the snippet from the latest in the Interludes series. I do hope you enjoy it!

Excerpt for Till We Ain’t Strangers Anymore

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Maya was chopping vegetables in her kitchen when Soot picked his head up and gave a soft woof. She popped a piece of red pepper and walked to the door, expecting Flannigan.

She got him and something extra. Brent Agers. He stood there, larger than life, with her setter at his side. She opened her screen door.

“He showed up at the cabin.” Brent shrugged. “Figured you’d want him back.”

“Come on in.”

Flannigan responded immediately and the man she’d been unable to forget for years trailed after him slower.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

He smelled as delicious as she recalled in her numerous dreams of him.

“Beer?”

“Sure.” She went to the fridge and grabbed a longneck for him. “Hope bottle is fine. I don’t drink out of cans.”

“Bottle’s perfect.” He took it from her and twisted off the cap.

“So how are you settling in?” She fiddled with the dishtowel.

“Haven’t seen much but yes, I was going to shop and explore when I saw him outside the door.”

“Sorry. People aren’t usually in that cabin. Just tell him to go home if he bothers you.”

Brent took a seat at her table, stretching out his long legs. “No bother. I love dogs. He’s a gorgeous setter. Your lab’s a beaut as well. Do you hunt with them?”

A topic she could handle. “I do.” She lifted her knife, returning to the veggie prep. “Are you a hunter?”

“No. I fished a lot as a kid.”

She peered over her shoulder. Mistake. Brent looked at home in her house. The beer dangled from his index finger and thumb. His broad shoulders and powerful forearms took up a great deal of the space. He was a big man.

“Fly fishing?”

“No, but it’s something I would love to learn.” His grin was wickedly sexy. “Do you teach? I could learn from you. Short shorts, waders.”

Her lips twitched as she fought the lurking smile. “You want a lesson, I’m sure Rick can help you.”

“So you don’t teach?”

“Didn’t say that.”

He walked up beside her and propped his hip against her counter. “So I can get a lesson?”

Maya hesitated. Teaching him how to fly fish wasn’t what she wanted to do.

Oh no, you want to scale him like a monkey and indulge in wild, crazy sex.

So… There was that. She also wanted to keep away from him during his month of residence.

Shouldn’t have rented him a cabin then, were that truly the case.

Her subconscious really needed to stop chiming in. Besides, she’d rented him the cabin to bring in more revenue to the town.

Yeah, right.

She rolled her eyes and fought the urge to stomp her foot. Maya reached for the cranberry ceramic bowl—from Temp-tations—and in doing so, found herself inches from Brent. His eyes smoldered with endless promises.

“Excuse me,” she whispered.

He captured a curl in his fingers, not looking at all perturbed by her nearness. Quite the opposite, in fact. “Fly fishing?”

Right. Shit. She’d gotten derailed with her thoughts. “I told you,” she said, trying her best not to inhale deeply of his masculine scent. Alternatively, rub against him like a cat marking its territory. “Rick can teach you.”

She moved back, bringing the bowl with her, then slid the veggies into it to rest upon the spinach leaves.

“I want you.”

Oh, such a tempting offer, even if he wasn’t referring to where her mind took those three words.

“So you say now,” she muttered, tossing carrot chunks to each dog.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She really needed to move on from the hurt that had her wrapped mummy-tight. “Nothing.” Maya pivoted and put the knife handle to his chest. A look appeared on his face—one of deadly and dangerous implications—which nearly had her pausing. “You really want to take my class?”

His eyes lingered on the knife before sliding up her face to meet her own gaze. “Yeah. I really do.”

“It’s very basic but okay then. I have one at the shop tomorrow. Twelve-thirty.”

He inched closer, the knife still against him until he captured her wrist. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“You may change your mind.”

His thumb was driving her to distraction with the aimless circles it made on the inside of her wrist. Her heart thundered like a runaway train racing down the tracks.

She didn’t pull away, neither did she move closer. Maya kept her gaze riveted upon his face. Too harsh to be pretty, this man was ruggedly handsome—sharp angles, a nose that had been broken, and lips that she had no problem enjoying for long periods of time.

He brought up his other hand to cup her cheek. Her breathing increased as her body trembled. She swiped her tongue along her lower lip. His stare tracked her movement, his nostrils flaring slightly.

His mouth settled over hers and she whimpered. He pushed his tongue between her lips. Sparks exploded throughout her as she leaned into him. He slid his hand back to sink into her hair at the base of her skull, fingers digging in, anchoring them together.

Maya allowed her lids to slide down. He was magnetic. That was how she would explain it. The only way she could.

“You taste exquisite,” he mumbled into her mouth.

He wasn’t bad himself. In some part of her mind she recognized him moving her hand—with the knife—away from between them and off to the side before he wrapped her arm around his waist, bringing them closer still.

The kiss deepened. He took his time exploring, as did she. He still tasted the same—sex. Power. Male.

Her pussy creamed and she shifted, angling her head for better penetration. She took her time and inched her hand up his defined torso. He took the knife from her hand then held her waist, his calluses teasing her sensitive skin. He flexed and rubbed his cock against her.

Maya knew she was one move away from submitting to him and whatever he wanted to do. She had to stop this. As if he’d read her intent, Brent rumbled deep in his throat and tightened his hold on her. Turning them, he backed her into the counter’s edge.

Chest to chest. Pelvis to pelvis. She felt all of him against her as his tongue continued to plunder the depths of her mouth. Shirt bunched in her fingers, she released a frustrated whimper when the ringing of a cellphone intervened in their bubble.

He answered it with a sharp word then focused back on her. “We will continue this, Maya. Make no mistake about that.”

One more hard, fast and completely dominating kiss then he was striding away toward her front door, phone to his ear.

 

Happy Sunday

December 14th, 2014

Happy Sunday to all, on only shortly have to head out to work and spent some time w/ DH and the pups. Trying to make sure everything is in order for the end of the year and tomorrow, I get to start cleaning my office…I’m already scared. :-P

Out at all retailers now!

December 12th, 2014

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Book 3 in the Interludes series is now out.

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So tired…

December 11th, 2014

Had woken up in a good mood. Got on FB (yes, I know that’s where I went wrong.) I’m so tired of seeing all the negativity. Religion bashing, bashing of our president and his family, the republican/democrat fight, and so much more. We’re all allowed to have our beliefs, there is no reason to be nasty to each other because of that. Isn’t that what makes the world wonderful? Not everyone is cookie cutter and identical, it allows discussions (sometimes when people feel like talking instead of fighting) as well as variety in the world. I would think that’s a good thing. And if I continue to see it in my feed, I’m just going to be deleting people. There’s no room in my life for that. I’m to weary for it. Now that I’m weary and drained, I’m off to get some writing done before work. Have a great day.

Wednesday Whisper

December 10th, 2014

Remember Kailey from Under the Mask? This is her best friend, Karma’s story. May You Always. Enjoy!!

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Excerpt for May You Always

“You want to do what?”

Karma stood on the sidewalk and glared up at the man holding her purchases. Holt stared at her, the falling snow dotting his dark hair and black coat. Handles of her bags held in the smooth black supple leather of his gloves.

“Ice skating. The play isn’t until tonight which gives us all day.” His smile warmed her despite the chill of the early morning. “Or would you like to be indoors?”

“Of course I would, it’s fucking cold out here.”

He shook his head, amusement on his face. “Trust me, Karma. It will be fun.”

She doubted it. The last time she had been on skates, she’d lived and attended school in this city. Holt began for his SUV and she trailed him, waiting for him to put the bags into the back. As the hatch lowered, he turned toward her. He reached out and grabbed the ends of her metallic lavender multihued scarf. With a tug, he drew her close.

“Skating. You and me. It will be fun and if you do it without complaining, I’ll give you the gift I got you.”

“Are you bribing me?”

“Absolutely!” He winked. “And if you must know, it’s shiny.”

One of her favorite words. Shiny. “What is it?”

His grin was pure sin. “Skate first.”

“Fine. Let’s go,” she said with a false huff. “But when I freeze…”

“I will make it my personal mission to thaw you out and warm you up.”

 

Happy Tuesday!

December 9th, 2014

Been working on edits this morning, made more progress than I’d expected, so…yay for that. Took a break to mop the mud off the floors and go through some email. What do I find?? More edits in my inbox. Working on three sets currently so am about to go back into the cave and get busy on them. Hope everyone has a great Tuesday.

listening to Celtic Thunder Official.

Cover reveal!

December 8th, 2014

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My new cover is being revealed at the ARe Café. Excited, this one releases in Feb and is part of the new Alpha series they are putting out.

Sunday!

December 7th, 2014

DH got called into work at 0400 so there went my idea of sleeping in. But, have been doing laundry, floors are clean, dishes put away, and stuffing from toys is everywhere since the monkey and reindeer have been shredded. Companies…please, if you’re going to claim “chew guard” technology have the toy last longer than five minutes.
But with the dogs happy, I’m off to do some more writing and editing before work. Apparently first, I am being invited into a game of tug-of-war with the monkey carcass…so off I go. Happy Sunday, y’all!

Happy Friday!

December 5th, 2014

Okay, off to bury myself in the cave. Edits then perhaps some writing before I head into work. Going in early because…well, I said yes I could come early. Am I starting to regret that? Yes, yes I am. Gonna be a very long day, I really don’t want to be there over 14 hrs but…here I go. So, that said, hope everyone has a great one and I will maybe be around some tomorrow if the cave releases me. If not, have a fantastic weekend!

Wednesday Whisper

December 3rd, 2014

December is finally upon us. Are you finished with your shopping or are you a last minute acquirer?

Thought we’d start the final month off of 2014 with a visit to the Code of Honour series again and the fourth book in it, When Stars Collide.

When Stars Collide

Excerpt for When Stars Collide

“Cort!” his father hollered.

“Yes sir?”

“Come see who’s here.”

Not like he didn’t already know. Washing his hands, he dried them and strode to the doorway only to pause when his mom yelled, “Bring a slice of my cake and a fork for her.”

He could hear Zémire’s protest only to be shushed by his mom. Grabbing what had been requested he walked into the front room and immediately his gaze found Zémire. She stood by the sofa in discussion with both his parents.

“Look who stopped by, Cort,” his mom said. “Zémire. I was just telling her I didn’t know she was back in town and had I known I would have insisted she come for dinner.”

Zémire’s eyes found his and a siren’s smile curved up on side of her mouth. “Good to see you again, Cort.”

“You knew she was in town?” his father asked.

One eyebrow arched slightly at him as if she wondered how much she should divulge about the two of them. “I saw him today when I was at the park with Matt. We were on our way to dinner and Cort reminded me I should stop by and say hi to both of y’all,” Zémire responded easily.

Ignoring the stares of both his parents, Cort handed her the slice of cake. In the depths of her gaze he could see that Zémire was enjoying this all too much. She knew full well his mom hadn’t expected her at dinner. Not given she’d not even been aware Zémire was back in town.

“I can’t believe you didn’t mention it over dinner,” his mom said.

He opened his mouth but the phone rang. His father answered it and spoke. “Thalia, it’s for you.” His mom smacked him on the arm and went to take the receiver from his dad.

Zémire ate a bite of cake and stared at him. “She wanted me to come to dinner, huh?” she asked after she swallowed.

He flushed. “I wanted you to come,” heat flared in her eyes, “to dinner as well.”

She blatantly ran her gaze over his body and he felt himself respond. When she dipped a finger in the white frosting on the cake and sucked it off he bit back a groan. The little imp was well aware of what she did to him for she looked like the cat who got both the cream and the canary.

“Well, it’s always good to see your parents.”

“Just them?” He prowled closer.

“No. I was just as happy to see Matt again as well. I didn’t get to spend enough time with him when I was here before.”

He growled low. “He’s not right for you, Zémire.”

Lightning sparked in her russet gaze. “Excuse me? No one, and I mean no one, has the right to tell me who I can and can’t spend time with.”

“Spend time with him fine but don’t lie to me or yourself. He’s not the one for you so it’s not fair to lead him on.”

“I’m not discussing the fact you think you have a say over any part of this in your parents’ house. What Matt and I do is our business, not yours.” Her voice had thickened with the southern drawl he knew she still had within her, hiding the accent she’d acquired from living across the pond for so many years.

“I’m right across town from you, sweetheart, if you need an itch scratched.” He was so furious he saw red. “Don’t make me hurt him.”