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Wednesday Whisper ~ Breaking All the Rules

Wednesday, April 18th, 2018

This is a rerelease of a story. Book 1 in the D.A.R.K series. Nothing new added, just has a new home.


One night of passion can lead to anything, for a woman and her boss, can it—will it lead to happily ever after?

A member of D.A.R.K. Cover, Inc., Kristopher “Wild” Wilder is taking a few days of R&R in Belize after his last mission. There he meets a woman who sets his blood on fire and the night they share is explosive to say the least. Little does he know, she’s the woman his brothers’ hired to be their company’s newest pilot. After the passion in Belize, he looks forward to continuing the connection. Problem: she isn’t on board with that idea.

Alyse Lamar is a damn good pilot. She’s taken this new job for a few reasons but when she realizes she’s slept with one of her new bosses, she isn’t sure it’s the best place for her to remain. She can’t seem to keep her hands off him, nor him her. Her strict rule about never mixing business with pleasure is taking one heck of a beating.

Wild is many things, a quitter isn’t one of them. He wants this feisty woman and knows she wants him just as much. He vows to find a way past her walls and make her understand that what began as one night in Belize is worth breaking all the rules and can lead to forever.


She slipped on her jacket, and sent all of them a nod. “Thank you. I’ll see you two in the morning.”

Derek sent another sexy grin her direction. “Can’t wait.”

She didn’t comment, just walked out and headed to the stairs. She jogged down them instead of taking the elevator. Pausing in the lobby, she waved to Karen and reached for her gloves when the front door opened. Then her heart stopped.

It can’t be. But it was. The man striding through that door was none other than the man she’d spent that amazing night with in Belize. Wild.

He spied her a moment later and froze. She took in his dark blond hair, the broad shoulders covered by a black leather jacket and jeans that highlighted powerful legs. He had black boots on his feet.

“Hi, Wild!” Karen called out.

“Karen,” he responded without taking his gaze off Alyse.

He advanced toward her, each step predatory. Alyse knew she was in trouble when her legs grew weak and all she wanted to do was jump him and allow him to do whatever he wanted to her.

“Alyse,” he said on a soft rumble.

She couldn’t stop staring at him. The stubble on his face made her mind relive every second his head was buried between her legs or rubbing along her breasts. Her belly clenched and her breasts grew heavy with want.


He stopped right before her. Close enough to touch, close enough to smell his masculine scent which had combined perfectly with the crisp air from outdoors.

She put her hands in her pockets to keep from reaching for him. “So, Kristopher Wilder?”

“Everyone calls me Wild,” he said by way of explanation. His blue eyes singed her. “Well, there are some people who have been known to scream my name, we both know you fall into that category.”

At Karen’s gasp Alyse flushed. This was not how she wanted her first day of work to go. Not at all.

Wednesday Whisper ~ Spring Rain

Wednesday, April 11th, 2018

My latest out in Elle Jame’s Brotherhood Protector Kindleworlds.


Sometimes new things are discovered when honoring past memories.

Caitlyn Schneider loves teaching music even if she is considered a bit of a rebel in the school. On her own time, she enjoys hiking parts of the Appalachian Trail. What she doesn’t expect to find is a man who she’s been unable to forget since he appeared in her classroom.

Rip Walls is a cop, K9 handler, and most importantly, a single father. With his son almost being expelled, the last thing he needs is a sexy distraction, one who his son actually likes, even though she’s not one of his teachers.

A chance meeting with her while he’s out training with his partner and he realizes he can no longer ignore the spark of life she has brought to him. But while the passion is strong between them, will it last once they’re back and amongst the rest of the world?


The bark came again and her belly knotted up. What the hell kind of dog makes a bark that deep? I’m beginning to question my decision to stay here and not seek shelter up a bit higher.

Like he was part of the low hanging cloud himself, a black streak shot into the barn area, shook himself off, and found a place for himself on the other side of the fire from her.

She stared at him and gulped. Christ he’s huge. Caitlyn wasn’t a huge fan of dogs and hadn’t a clue what kind this massive beast was, but so long as he kept to his side of the fire, she could handle it.

I can, right? Sure, I can.

The pep talk wasn’t quite enough.

The canine yawned and she bit back a whimper at the sight of those huge white teeth gleaming in the flickering light. His ears were erect and the beard covering his muzzle didn’t detract from the feeling that he could rip her in two if he so desired.

“Abel? Damn it boy, I told you to wait for me.”

The dog looked out into the streaming rain and shook his head.

She stifled a chuckle, he may not have spoken English, but she got his meaning perfectly clear. He wasn’t an idiot and wasn’t about to hang out in the weather when he could get out of it.

A man stepped from the darkness into her area and she gasped before she could control it. This wasn’t a stranger. Well, they weren’t friends, but she knew him. Rip Walls. Father to Ian Walls who went to her school.

He slammed her with his intense green gaze. She may not be able to see the color of his eyes right now, but she hadn’t forgotten how intense they were when he’d been in her classroom that day to pick up his son.

“You,” he said. “What are you doing out here?”

She bristled. So condescending. So arrogant.

So hot.

Okay, she didn’t need comments like that from her brain.

“I was enjoying the fire here with Abel. He and I were happy and dry.”

Rip shook his head and she couldn’t tear her gaze away. He took off his own pack and pulled out a towel to get rid of the extra moisture with, then draped it over a hook on the wall to let it dry.

“You and Abel?”

She popped another piece of her sandwich into her mouth and tried not to squeal as Abel rose and walked to her side where he sat and stared at her. “Yes. Me and Abel.”

He crossed his arms. “That so?”

“Absolutely. We were just about to eat. Well, I was about to share with him.”

“That I’d love to see.”

She shrugged and tore off a piece of bread and turkey before offering it to the set of massive jaws so close to her. If I die, it will be my fault.

Abel stretched out and took it from her hand as if she’d been kissed by a rose petal. No teeth, no snapping. She was beyond impressed.

“Really Abel?” Rip grumbled.

“He likes turkey.”

The man glared at the two of them. “He’s not supposed to take food from strangers.”

Cutting her gaze to the dog who’d somehow managed to scoot closer still, she shrugged and reached out to put her hand along his muscled neck, fingers brushing along the wiry coat.

“Figures, both my son and my dog will ignore me for you.”

“Ian is still out there?”

“No, he’s with his grandparents for the weekend.”

“At least, you didn’t leave him out there alone.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She scratched at Abel’s neck smiling when he lay back beside her and yet, she still had easy access to him. It didn’t hurt that Rip’s expression was like he’d just licked an old rotten egg.

“Nothing. You going to stand there all night and try to appear imposing? Or are you going to be a civil human and sit around the fire? I’m here to enjoy myself, not fight about what you may or may not think I meant.”

He rolled a log near and snapped his fingers scowling even more when Abel just leaned into her touch, a low doggy groan of contentment escaping him.

Wednesday Whisper ~ Straying to The Edge

Wednesday, April 4th, 2018

strayingtotheedge_800[6464]This one is book 2 in The Edge series and here’s a little bit of twin sister Jenn’s time of coming home.


Sometimes what you think you need least is what you need most.

Jenn Meyers has come home to take over the books for the family farm while her father recuperates from his stroke. She thought she’d put this part of her life behind her, trading in the tractor and blue jeans for sports cars and business suits. However, the longer she’s home, the easier it is for her to fit in once more.

Tony Blackstone hasn’t forgotten the woman who stole his heart all those years ago, despite the fact she never even known he was alive. Now that she’s back, all his feelings are resurfacing. Trouble is, she doesn’t seem all that keen on staying. He wants her to stray his way and not back to the big city. Can he show her that her place is here in The Edge, with him?


Not much later, she was driving through town, heading to one of the bars. There were three of them in The Edge but she pulled in to the first establishment she came to, Perimeter.

Parking her small sports car next to the old, big trucks, she shook her head. Definitely not in the big city anymore. She grabbed her purse and went inside.

The interior wasn’t horrible, but so not what she was used to. Trying hard not to curl her lip in disdain, she made her way to the bar, dusted off the barstool and took a seat with caution.

A pair of dark gray eyes held her interest as their owner watched her. She bit back her irritation, accepting she was spoiling for a confrontation. Probably shouldn’t have come to a bar then, her subconscious cheerfully commented. She ignored it and gazed at the man watching her.

Big and strong. Not like the bartenders she was used to. This man had muscles gotten from hard work, not the gym. They weren’t over-exaggerated. Nope, pretty damn perfect if she had to say anything about them.

His jeans hung around lean hips and hugged tight to powerful thighs. She deliberately skimmed over what lingered in the center there and moved her gaze back up to safer territory. Or so she thought. His shaggy dark brown hair was stylishly messy. Scruff covered his chiseled jaw and she wanted to touch it.

Whoa! That’s not a good thing. Looking was fine. Touching would only lead to trouble, especially in a bar in The Edge.

Trouble was, if he kept looking at her like that, she would be over the bar doing a lot more than touching. He’d ignited a flame inside her that she needed him to extinguish.

Rallying her waning control, she cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Going to take my order or do I wait for someone else to walk by and do their job?”

A hint of a smile teased the corners of his lips. “From the look on your face before you sat, I wasn’t sure you’d want anything in a glass. Perhaps they’re not clean enough for you, Princeton.”

She drew back, furrowing her brow in confusion. “Princeton?”

He grabbed a glass and placed it on the bar in front of her. “That is where you went to school, isn’t it? Pretty sure the bars around there are a bit cleaner, higher end than this.”

He leaned on the counter, ran a hand through his hair, then gave her a smile which damn near melted her panties.

Giving her pussy a severe mental chastisement on how to behave, she narrowed her eyes. “How do you know that? How do you even know who I am?”

Wednesday Whisper ~ Emerald Myst ~ Tempting Luck Boxset

Wednesday, March 28th, 2018

EBOOK-TemptingLuck_preview.jpegHave you picked up your copy of the Tempting Luck boxset? A collection of stories by a wonderful, talented group of authors.

My story in this set is Emerald Myst.


Emmie Donaghue is heading to Ireland to claim her inheritance. What she gets isn’t at all what she was expecting and isn’t sure she wants. Finn Brannon is immediately enchanted by the flustered American who shows up at the bar. As they work together they grow closer, will a misunderstanding be the end of what they could have? Or will he find a way to keep her in his life?


“So Ireland then is your end destination.”

He didn’t make it a question, but a statement. She gave him a smile in response before settling in deeper to her seat. Part of her hoped he would let it go after that but to no avail. He canted his head as he clicked his seatbelt into place.

“Where in Ireland are you headed?”

“County Kerry.”

“Wonderful, it’s a beautiful place full of lovely people. I’m sure you’ll have a beau or three in no time.”

“I’m not looking for a beau but it’s good to know they are nice there.”

The flight attendants began their preflight demonstration and she released her hair from the ponytail to allow it to settle around her shoulders.

“So you have a beau?”

She closed her eyes against the pain of finding Paul with his whore in her place. “Nope, not anymore.”

“You shouldn’t be single. You will see, lass. There will be men falling over their feet to get to you.”

“Still not looking.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s Ireland. Have you been before?”

“Nope, never been out of the United States.”

“Then why now? Why are you taking this trip?”

“Besides my need for luck and an apparent beau?” A smile accompanied her words.


“I apparently inherited some business, so I’m heading over to see what it is.”

“You will be so happy when you get there, you’re never going to want to leave.”

Tucking the blanket around her, she smiled again. “I hope you’re right.”


* * *


“Oh my God, I need to go home. That old man was wrong, so damn wrong.”

She stood with her luggage at her feet staring up at the establishment that was hers now. The village name was Dunphy. Dung heap in her mind and that extended to the state of her business.



New Release ~ Wednesday Whisper ~ Code Name: Sleeper

Wednesday, March 21st, 2018

PROMO_CodeNameSleeperNEWHappy Wednesday. I know it’s been a while since I’ve tossed up a Wednesday Whisper but as today is my release day for Code Name: Sleeper figured I would roll two into one. *grin*

I know people have been waiting for Michael and Lisa’s story after having met them in Code Name: Papa. And it took a while but here they are.



You can’t always let go of the past, sometimes you don’t want to…

Michael Whyte has been branded a traitor to his country. He’s betrayed those closest to him all in the line of duty. When the plan starts to come to fruition he breaks out of prison and goes to one woman who will either help him, or kill him.

Lisa Rockers has moved on with her life since leaving EGIS. Or so she thought. Everything changes one rainy night when the man she’s always loved but who betrayed not only her but also everything she believed they stood for, returns. After hearing him out, can she let him deal with this unbelievable story he tells her alone? Or is she willing to risk it all for him.


A cup of coffee accompanied her treats and two cops strode in as she paid. The men nodded at her and she returned the gesture. Shoving her change in the pocket of the rolled-up sweats she wore, she eyed her donut with a ravenous hunger.

Damn donuts.

Toasting the attendant with her coffee, she strode back out into the deluge. The all-important donuts she retained beneath her shirt, she juggled her keys and coffee. Ignoring the rain streaming down her skin, she started her truck. As she paused, she ate a donut and put the cup in its holder. One immediate need soothed, she sucked the final frosting from her thumb then shifted into gear. Going right out of the lot, she drove to SoDo, named for its location. South of Downtown.

Locating an empty place, not with any close corners or lingering cars, she parked and killed the engine. As she unbuckled her belt, she put her fingertips on three specific areas then slid open a storage area top and grabbed two items. She hopped out in the rain and moved to the tailgate, body humming with energy.

She lowered it and clicked on her Maglite, spilling its illumination across the bed to the tarp against the cab.

“Whoever you are, I have a 9mm loaded with hollow points aimed at you. Come out, extremely slowly, showing me your hands at all times. And do not make me repeat myself.”

She inched slightly to the right, continuing to remain in a great shot line. The second the tarp began to move, it was all there was in her world. No rain. No anything but her and the potential threat to her life.

Her heart pounded hard in her ears, but her hands never wavered. Not until the removed tarp allowed her light to shine on the stowaway kneeling in the bed of her truck.

Michael Whyte.


Wednesday Whisper ~ Harbour of Refuge

Wednesday, May 31st, 2017

harbourofrefuge_800What happens in Monte Carlo stays…with you forever…well, if you’re one of the lucky ones.

Enzo Cassano is the driver of a powerboat team, used to the fast life and all it includes, women, parties and popularity. Until the race in Monte Carlo when he meets a woman who is unlike any he’s met before. Her small town values and almost innocent-like ways charm him beyond everything. He discovers however beneath her exterior she’s very firm in her beliefs and won’t budge.

Halyn Jennings maybe from a small town but she knows a player when she sees one and Enzo, is definitely that. She doesn’t mind however, she still likes him and enjoys spending time with him, well aware that what is happening between them is most likely temporary. she’s not the supermodel type he’s accustomed to being with.

Enzo’s life is turned upside down by an unexpected visitor from his past, he has to learn to accept racing isn’t everything and not everyone wants to be the centre of attention. Halyn’s own past comes to light in a most harsh revelation and he discovers things aren’t always so easy. Will he be able to find a way to break back through her barriers and prove to her she’s the one he wants, for forever?


Monte Carlo

Cheers, screams and more saturated the air. Enzo Cassano took it all in stride as he made his way off his powerboat to head up the pier and through the marina. Not even the explicit offers slowed him, although they made him smile and shake his head. Exhaustion owned him, yet he knew it would be a great night. Amazing sex, slumber in a nice bed and an added bonus of not having to get up before the ass-crack of dawn.

He gave nods and high-fives to his team before his gaze landed on the woman he’d been looking for. She wasn’t part of the team, but she was waiting for him. A wide grin spread across his features as he took in the dark-skinned beauty. Her hair had been pulled back since they’d taken pictures on his boat, but she still wore the same suit—an orange strapless bandeau swimsuit top, twisted at the centre. No, not quite orange, a mix of orange shades, pale peach to corals and some in between, blending in with one another and contrasting amazingly with her skin. He knew the bottoms matched in hue, were low rise and knotted at the sides. She looked damn good in them. Right now she wore a white sarong around her waist.

“Lexy,” he said.

He had a certain fondness for this woman. Sexy as hell and southern. He loved her accent. She was almost family, her best friend Jaydee was now his relation, she’d married his older brother—the middle brother—Gio and by default it sort of put Lexy in the same boat.

He’d missed her earlier after the photos had been taken, when she’d gone shopping. A wolf whistle escaped him as he leant back for another look at her. She waited for him to lift his gaze.

“What?” He grinned.

“Stop looking at me like you want to eat me.”

He waggled his eyebrows. “Not my fault you are bellissima.”

Lexy snorted and took off one shoe for a moment before sliding it back on. “Your charm, while adorable, is completely wasted on me, Enzo Cassano.”

“Can’t blame me for trying.” Had she ever given him the slightest hint his advances would be reciprocated he would have pursued her, but for her it was all about fun—he knew it was hands-off.

She laughed and he slid an arm around her, brushing a kiss along her cheek. He thought about how different she was from his sister-in-law, Jaydee. The women were complete opposites yet steadfast in their affection for one another. He cared deeply for them both. Jaydee had relaxed only marginally since her marriage to his brother, but Lexy had fun every time he saw her.

They progressed up the pier, chatting about work and family.

“So tell me, Lexy. How is life treating you?”

“We’re busy. Which is why I thank you so much for this. I needed it.” She rubbed the back of her neck and he fought off his urge to offer to do it for her.

“Needed what?” A new voice broke in.

Enzo smiled as he recognised the speaker. His eldest brother, Valentino. “You made it.”

He turned to the left and froze when he saw him. Yes, his brother had arrived, but he stood out like a sore thumb on the marina. While others wore summery attire, Valentino Cassano was standing there in a three-piece suit.

“A suit? Christ, bro. This is Monte Carlo, where are the shorts?” Even as he asked the question he knew the answer.

His brother would wear jeans on occasion but most of the time, if he was going out, he wore suits.

“You know your brother is cranky and stodgy, Enzo.” Lexy leaned against him and propped her arm on his shoulder.

Amusement laced her southern tone.

Enzo felt, as much as saw, his brother tense. Hazel eyes flicked between them, disapproval filling them.


Lexy sighed. “I’ll be at the car. Bye, Val.”

Enzo watched her walk away. “Damn, that woman is—”


“I was going to say hot as hell. You know she is a very nice woman. If you wouldn’t be so, so…well, like this with her, you’d see it.”

“Are you two dating?”

He frowned, taken aback by the question. “Me? And Lexy?”

He wished.

His hazel eyes were unblinking and direct. “She is here in Monte Carlo with you.”

“Well, yes.”

Valentino lifted his eyebrows.

“I mean no to the dating part.” Enzo began walking. “She is here because I invited her.”

As they neared the car, the crowd parted and he saw Lexy waiting, looking at something on her phone. He reached out to his brother and halted him. “Be nice to her, we’re going to a party.”

His brother didn’t reassure him. Hell, he didn’t say anything. Lexy, however, had apparently overheard. She gave him a grin. “I appreciate you looking out for me, Enzo, but your brother is not anything to concern yourself with. He and I have our own way of communicating. He snarls and snaps like a rabid dog and I sweetly remind him I am a vet with plenty of access to ketamine and more tranqs, not to mention numerous barbiturates I could choose from.” A shrug.

“Wonderful stuff.”

He swallowed his increasing amusement, but couldn’t help smirking when Valentino glowered further.

“Lighten up,” he told his brother in Italian. “Let’s go party.”

They entered the waiting car. Lexy tucked herself between them, the photos of her on his boat in her hands. Behind her, he spied Valentino and his scowl. If he didn’t know any better, Enzo would say his eldest sibling had a crush on Lexy. It was a fact he couldn’t be bitter about, for in his opinion, it was about damn time someone got a reaction from Valentino. He’d been a bear since the fiasco with his ex-wife. Laughing silently at the thought of what Lexy would do for—and to—his brother, Enzo leant forwards and went through the photos with that very woman.

Wednesday Whisper ~ Dream Lover

Wednesday, May 24th, 2017

DL_AB MDDream Lover series, Book 2.

Can this cowboy rope the woman who makes him realize there is more to life than just work?

The morning Laciee Dupree wakes up in a stranger’s bed, she vows to never drink again. The cowboy who gave her such an amazing night turns out to be the perfect man with his impeccable manners, his amazing looks, and, let’s not forget, his skills in the bedroom. If only he didn’t live in Branchwater, Texas. The attraction between them is hard to ignore, but she grew up in Branchwater and had already left that hick town once—and has zero plans of moving back.

Judd Travers is a dying breed of man, a true cowboy. A loner. He works his large ranch, never giving any thought to getting a wife and kids. At least not until he tangles with Miss Laciee Dupree. She’s everything a man like him could want. Or need.
Problem is, Laciee is trying to leave town faster than she blew in, so he’s got his work cut out if he’s going to convince her to allow him to become more than just her dream lover. During this time there are troubles on his ranch that also require his attention.

Good thing cowboys are used to hard work…


Laciee Dupree shifted in the tangled mess of bedding. Burrowing deeper, she fought to ignore the incessant pounding in her head. This, right here, was why she didn’t drink much. She’d never been one to hold her liquor well. And at this party it wasn’t like they were sipping on wine or nursing “fruity” drinks. Oh no, of course not. There they did whisky, bourbon, tequila, scotch… hell, she’d even had some of the local shine. Not something she’d be doing again anytime soon.

I’ll say it makes for nice dreams though. Really nice dreams.

She smiled and opened her eyes enough to be thrilled the room still remained shrouded in darkness. So, she closed them again, ready to sink back into oblivion and the amazing dream lover who’d been with her. All night long.

Her sex throbbed and grew wet at the memories. His callused hands roaming all over her body. The licking, laving, and attention she’d never received from any of her real life experiences. Nipples tightened and she virtually purred like a cat while rubbing against the sheets.

She reached out to grab more blankets and reinforce her cocoon only to pause when she encountered a wealth of hard-packed muscles. Sweet, still dreaming. He remained. And she planned on taking every advantage presented.

Smiling, she widened the spread of her fingers and re-explored the contours of his physique. Every defined abdominal, the rock-hard pectorals, all of it, she was well acquainted with. There wasn’t an inch of this body she didn’t know. From the scruff on his face to the hair on his legs. She knew it all.

His shaft twitched and hardened, and her smile did turn into a purr of pleasure this time. She never wanted to wake from this dream. Reaching down, she closed her fingers about his girth. Dear Lord, why couldn’t she find a man like this in real life?

“Now this is a lovely way to wake up, darlin’.” A deep, masculine voice rumbled from above her head.

She stiffened and shook her head. “Dream men don’t talk. They just pleasure.” Definitely going to have to stop drinking like she did last night.

A decadent chuckle reached her. “I’m all for the pleasuring.” Large hands skimmed down her body, and she jumped up with a scream, lunging for the side of the bed. Her hangover slammed into her and she wove, unsteady on her feet. The ground rushed up toward her only to stop as a pair of strong arms closed around her, halting her.

“Easy there, darlin’.”

Her mind raced. Where am I and who the hell is he? In addition, why was she thinking about touching him all over again? The room was still dark, and she wanted to keep it that way. Easier to keep her shame that…hers alone, in the pitch blackness. Both of his hands moved in a soothing motion along the bared expanse of her back. They were the hands of a man who made his living working hard. They weren’t soft but callused and rough.
Her locale hit her and she bit back a whimper. Branchwater, Texas. This couldn’t be good. Not at all.

Wednesday Whisper ~ Alone With You

Wednesday, May 17th, 2017

alinewithyou_800Book 2 of the Interludes series.

A construction worker and a security expert tangle beneath the heated skies of San Antonio.

Pierce “Tuck” Carter has been in love with his neighbour across the hall pretty much since she moved in over there. They’re good friends and do many things together but he wants to take it to the next level. Friends with benefits for starters then beyond.

Ariel Greene is secretly crushing on her neighbour. One night after drinking she wakes the next morning in his bed and flees. Had she just crossed a line they couldn’t recover from?

Tuck pursues her wanting more however one of his ex’s, each of their jobs and his intense dislike of her putting herself in danger, doesn’t make the road an easy one. Will Ariel and Tuck learn to work it all out before something else happens or will it take the near loss of one to make the other realise what had almost been lost forever?


While it had happened previously at other games—it was how she was, she always hugged after a win—he revelled in each time she allowed this type of contact between them.

“Thank you so much for bringing me.”

“I can’t imagine Steve here.”

“No, he prefers his basketball. But at least you have someone to attend Spurs games with.”

“You should learn to like the sport.”

She snorted and stepped from his arms. “Not likely, so don’t hold your breath. Not something I enjoy watching. I’m good for most other sports, though.”

“Let’s get something to eat.”

“Food’s on me,” she said, gesturing for him to file out with the rest of the fans.

There was an image he could live with. Chocolate sauce, honey, butterscotch. Oh, definitely he could see any of those—or all—dripped all over her body as she lay there waiting for him to lick it off every single inch…

“Great,” he managed to choke out.

He manoeuvred her in front of him as they exited then went to the bus stop. It was a short ride later before they were seated at a table in a bar and grill. She had a rum and Coke while he had another beer. Chatter was light and flowed easily between them. He truly enjoyed spending time with her—unusual, if he wanted to think about it. Most of the time he hung with men, slept with women. But her, he liked hanging with. Doesn’t stop me from wanting to sleep with her, that’s for sure.

They were on one of the last buses as they made their way back to their apartment. As they entered, he steered her away from the stairs. “Let’s take the elevator.”

“I always take the stairs,” she uttered, her words nearly slurred.

They were both buzzed.

“Not tonight, babe.” He pressed the button and they waited for the car to arrive.

Facing him, Ariel licked her lips. “I may not ever have the courage to do this again, Tuck Carter. So I’m going to do it now.”

“What’s that?” he asked, staring down into her medium brown eyes.

She did it again—licked her full, plump lips—almost distracting him. “I have to tell you something.”

The elevator arrived and they got on. He engaged the button for their floor. “What’d you have to tell me, Ariel?”

She waggled her finger in his direction. “You, Tuck Carter.”

He grinned at her. “You’ve already said that bit.”

“Oh.” Her lips pursed briefly. “Just so’s you know, I go through so many batteries because of you, it’s not even funny. And just once, I want to know what it’s like to kiss you.”

Her proclamation stunned him and he stood frozen to the spot. Didn’t matter, Ariel was strong and jerked him to her, plastering her lips to his. A rumble rolled up from his chest and all sense flew out of the window as he gathered her up in his arms and intensified the kiss. Her taste, incredible. Her curves against him, sinful.

In the back of his mind, he knew they’d just crossed some kind of line. Right here, right now. He didn’t give a damn. All that mattered was she was wrapped around him like a lover, like she should be. He’d face the consequences later.

Wednesday Whisper ~ And We’ve Come Full Circle

Wednesday, May 10th, 2017

AndWeveCome MDBook 2 of the Graham Family Story series.

Two souls brought together where their ancestors once met.

Jasira Graham in her last year of recruiting duty in South Dakota, has no idea going out to the Reservation would alter the course of her life. The sheriff who pulled her over was a man unlike any she’d ever met before and no matter how hard she tries, she can’t get him out of her mind. When he shows up at her work and asks her out, she accepts and learns that there are some things which are just meant to be.

Stone Black Hawk is tired of dealing with military officers who fly through his domain with little or no respect. So when he sees a car swerving he pulls them over expecting more of the same. He’s never been more wrong. It wasn’t a commsioned officer and it most definitely wasn’t a man. He wasn’t ready for the lifealtering moment when he first touches her. Something about her strikes him deeply. Stone pursues her and realizes that things aren’t always what they seem. There is something going on between them that just can’t be ignored.

Pursuit of a relationship leads them to passion neither can deny. The fact she will be leaving is something which stands in their way. Can Stone get her to realize sometimes to get a person to accept where they have been and where they belong they must come full circle?


Seconds later her head jerked around and he swore fire snapped from them. “Excuse me?”
Stone realized he’d spoken aloud. Pushing up his shades with one finger, he reached out his hand. “You do know why I stopped you, right?”
She dropped the items in his hand. He glanced at her license and frowned. North Carolina. Jasira Breeze Graham. Lovely name.
“No, sir.”
Stone stole another glance at her through his sunglasses. She looked scared. Petrified really, as if something had rattled her to the bones.
“Have you been drinking, ma’am?”
Jasira Graham clenched her jaw. “No, sir. Not anything other than coffee.”
Flicking his gaze to the hand curled in her lap, he was relieved to not find a ring. Why, he wasn’t sure. “Am I keeping you from something, Ms. Graham?”
“Yes, sir, actually you are.” She faced him again. “So are you going to tell me why you stopped me?”
“Swerving all over the road. Figured you may just be intoxicated.”
It was obvious she struggled for control. “I’m not drunk.”
Her chest rose enticingly as she took a deep breath. She makes that look good. “Well, if you’re not drunk, then you just must be a reckless driver.”
Jasira faced forward, set her jaw and said, “If you say so, sir.”
The urge to needle her some more flooded him and Stone shook his head. He couldn’t do that, not in uniform. So get out of uniform. In fact. Let her get out of hers as well. Turning around he went back to his car and ran her license. Nothing popped up on her.
Back at his Jeep, Stone stared through the windshield at her vehicle. She didn’t move—no fidgeting no nothing. With a groan, he got back out and strolled to her window.
“Here you go,” he said, handing back her items.
“Thank you.”
“Now,” he said, wanting her to look at him again. “I know there aren’t many cars out here, but you need to not be swerving all over the road.”
“It’s not…” She took a deep breath. “You’re right. I shouldn’t be.” Her head turned and big brown eyes stared at him. “So what happens now?” The question was straight forward and not whiny.

Wednesday Whisper ~ Highlands at Dawn

Wednesday, May 3rd, 2017

highlandsatdawn_800Book 2 in the Astral Guardians series.

Things aren’t always what they seem…

Billy Kwan has been sent to Scotland to look into some unusual activity caused by one of Them. What he discovers is not only another artifact, but his mate, and his entire reason for being there has changed. Now, protecting her takes top priority.

Malmuirie ‘Mal’ Gordon is a surgeon, and used to stressful situations, however, when she meets Billy it’s unlike anything she’s experienced before. Together, they might just be able to remain alive long enough to make it back to Oregon and start their life together.


Glasgow, Scotland

William ‘Billy’ Kwan hung back as he trailed the disciple of The New Order down St Vincent Street. He’d been here a few days now and had seen some of the destruction up in the Highlands. People were referring to it as an act of nature. He knew better.
On his way back to the city, he had discovered himself on a bus with this guy who seemed to have a set destination in mind. Billy knew he was a member of The New Order because of the mark on his neck, their symbol. So he’d opted to follow him and see what was going on. Find out what it was he could ruin for The New Order. He’d not found whatever it was They had been after in the Highlands, but he wasn’t going anywhere yet and would head back up to take another look around.
He spied it the same time The New Order fanatic did. A faint trail of gold dust that to someone who didn’t know what they were looking for would have come across as naught but dust particles gleaming beneath the streetlights.
It wasn’t fair to the one who emitted that signal, for they typically didn’t know what danger it brought them. He picked up his pace, needing to do his duty and help protect whomever the particles were from. To lose a mate for one of his brethren wasn’t an option. The artifact could wait a bit more.
The man he was trailing increased his speed until he was moving through the patrons on the street at a near jog. Billy increased his speed as well but did it so he didn’t appear as if he were following. Not that it would have mattered—from the looks of things, this man was solely focused on the gold dust trail.
The New Order man stopped and looked around. Billy knew he’d lost the dust trail and walked by him, since he personally hadn’t lost it. It had, however, gotten much fainter. He continued up the well-lit street until it guided him into an establishment. King Tut’s Wah Wah Hut.
The name gave him pause until his eyes picked up the faint trace once more, reminding him of his objective. If the dust went in, so would he.
He moved by the open door—basically ignoring the people to his right that hung out on the steps leading up from the place—which had the name of tonight’s gig written in chalk on a board, encompassing the full inside of the door. The music, which had poured out onto the street, grew much louder as he walked in and after paying the cover charge just inside the door looked around the place. People swarmed—talking, laughing and eating. His stomach growled as he realized he’d not eaten for several hours.
He found an empty seat, thankfully with the wall at his back so he could keep an eye on the entire room. The particles had almost faded completely away with the numerous bodies in the place. He didn’t know if they had gone to a male or a female either, so his hunt wouldn’t be that easy.
“What can I get you?” a woman asked him. She was a redhead with a stunning smile.
He looked at the menu and said, “I’ll have the Tennessee burger, please and I’ll have that as a rump-steak patty.” The cheddar and bacon combined with Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Honey mustard mayo sounded good.
“You got it.” She winked and sashayed off, talking and waving to other patrons.
He continued to peruse the crowd, hoping he’d get a chance to see and potentially save the one who now had a beacon over their head—a beacon, which would only attract more from The New Order. The crowd in the place was an eclectic mix of people.
He perked up a bit when the man he’d been following entered and scanned the room. When their gazes met, Billy gave him a brief nod before smiling at the woman who returned with his drink.
“Thank you.”
Another wink and she was gone again, slipping through the throng. He thought he caught a flash of gold by a group of dancing women but he couldn’t pick just one out of the bunch.
When his food arrived, he dug in happily. He’d just finished when he saw it again. Stronger this time—and leaving. Whomever it was with had a hoodie pulled up over their head as they slipped from the place. This time he also thought he noticed wisps of indigo intermixed with the gold. That’s new. Wiping his mouth, Billy dug for money to cover the meal and shot off after the person in the dark blue.
It was definitely them—he could see the gold much easier now that they strode along the sidewalk. His power flared as he walked around a corner and he slowed, searching for the danger. It came from behind. The New Order fool jostled him out of the way as he hurried by.
Billy grabbed him and slammed him into the brick wall of a building. “I don’t think so,” he ground out.
“What the…? Who the fuck are you?”
He shoved him into the darkness of the nearby alley. “Guardian,” he said arrogantly.
“Fuck you. I won’t tell you anything.”
“Don’t want you to.” He hit him in the jaw and waited.
The man’s blue eyes grew wide as he realized what had just happened. Sure enough, not much later white foam appeared at the corner of his mouth. Billy had popped his cyanide pill. Billy laid him on the ground and slipped back out. Guess I didn’t want to find out what he wanted after all.
Damn it! He hastened up the street, searching for the particle trail. There! Across to the other side and around the corner. Billy jogged between the slow-moving cars and made his way to it. The sign was fading fast. Whoever I’m chasing is moving at a good speed and is going faster.
Lengthening his stride, he followed it until he reached another building. Really? A hospital? Billy double-checked he hadn’t made a mistake in where it went. Nope, he hadn’t.
He strode into the emergency room and glanced around. No sign of the person who he’d chased here. There were people sitting in chairs throughout, awaiting their turn. Men and women in scrubs ran back and forth. He didn’t understand the words with the thick brogue but he got the gist. An emergency approached.
Sirens preceded the actual arrival and he stepped aside as staff members came running forward. They wheeled the gurney toward the doors and he narrowed his gaze when he saw two men step out of the shadows with weapons drawn.
Security stepped forward as did he, unwilling to sit by and let innocents get hurt. A woman in a white lab coat and stethoscope lifted her head and speared the leader with a glare.
“What are you going to do with that? Shoot me? This man has two bullets in his chest cavity and you come in here waving that gun around like it’s your own damn playground. You want to shoot me? Go ahead—and he dies. If you want me to save him, get the fuck out of my way and let me do my job.”
The man backed down.