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Are you coming to RT? So are we! Come see us!

A whole bunch of the AM authors are hitting Kansas City next week…come see us at the mega booksigning on Saturday!

The signing takes place during the RT Convention in Kansas City.  Check out the site to see which other authors are going to be there, and to learn more.  The signing is on Saturday, May 4th, 2013 from 11am – 2pm at the Sheraton Kansas City Hotel at Crown Center in Kansas City, Mo.

The AM authors attending:

Shiloh Walker
Sylvia Day
Jules Bennett
Mary Wine.
HelenKay Dimon
Shayla Black
Beth Williamson
Nikki Duncan
Delilah Devlin
Rhyannon Byrd

The mega booksigning is open to the public. There is a $5 fee to get inside and then you get to go crazy and meet and greet like mad.  If you live in or around the area, we’d love to see you!

Signing at TURN THE PAGE

Signing in Boonesboro, Maryland


I’ll be at Turn the Page in Boonesboro, Maryland on Friday April 19th from 11:30 – 2, along with:

Mary Burton/Mary Ellen TaylorDarynda JonesDorien KellyJane PorterSarah WendellGrace BurrowesSally MacKenzieAlethea KontisAllison Leotta,  Hope Ramsay,Nora Roberts/J.D. RobbChristine TrentWilla BlairRebecca YorkP. J. O’Dwyer.

If you can attend, that would be awesome.  Make sure you check out the signing etiquette… this is the store owned by Nora Roberts’ husband and they have some seriously awesome signings.

If you aren’t in the area but would like to order one of my books, this is a great time.  This is a wonderful option for my international readers.

TTP can do online orders via their store and they can also order quite a few of my backlist books, if you give enough notice.  Basically, they need to know now.  Books take about a week to get in and the signing is at the end of next week.  I’ll sign the books while I’m there and they’ll ship them out to you.

The books they’ll have at the event are Wrecked and The Reunited and probably a few of my more popular titles.  If you want one of my older ones, just contact them and see if they can get it.

You can call the store at (301) 432-4588, email them at  or use their contact form.  But if you want one of my older titles, make sure you contact them ASAP.  They need enough time to get the orders in!

Blind Destiny now available



Just another thing to sour his already black mood, although it was nothing compared to what really had him troubled.
And it wasn’t even Sina.

She had him pissed, she had him horny, and if he was around her too long, he suspected she’d leave him hurting.

The bigger problem was what was going on out there in the village, a problem he couldn’t untangle.

Need to clear my mind, he thought as he turned on the shower, adjusting the spray until it came down in a hot, pulsating blast. This was another one of the pleasures of modern life. Showers. Hot, long showers. He loved them. Plain and simple, loved them.

If the water would hold out, he could just stand in there long enough to clear his mind.

That would be ideal.

Blanking his mind, he braced his hands on the tile wall and dipped his head, letting the water pound on his neck and back, groaning in pleasure.

Need to—

A tingle danced along his flesh. Buzzed through his mind.


Slowly, he lifted his head.

Water dripped off his cheeks, nose and chin, but he didn’t move as he tried to remember the placement, everything in the bathroom. The hotel was worn and rundown, but clean. Nicer than he’d expected, really, considering how the outside had looked.

Somebody had done some updates on recently and they tried to cater to younger couples.

There were mirrors all over the fucking bathroom.


And as he stood there, the tingling on his flesh grew more intense and in the very back of his mind, he felt a warmth.
Sina used mirrors. The way he used Krell’s eyes, although her ability wasn’t anywhere as keen as his. Whether it was the inanimate object, whether it was because she didn’t practice as much as he did, or what.

Watching me, Snow White?

The idea might have unsettled him at some other time.

But just then, he was feeling just a little mean. Shoving away from the wall, he eased back, bracing himself against the tile. As the water continued to pour down around him, he rested a hand down his belly.


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Also! My first German translation…the Ash books are being made available in German. Blinde Wahrheit is the first one-I think it translates to Blind Truth.

It’s available at & Egmont Lyx’s site (& others)


Blind Destiny & contest news…

Have you entered to win a feather From an Angel’s Wing?  It’s the contest to celebrate the release of Blind Destiny


The woman stood alone in a courtyard of blood.

The bodies that surrounded her looked more like meat than anything else.

The man watching her from the shadows had lived through enough slaughters to recognize the one before him now.

These people had been alive not that long ago. If he had only arrived sooner, he could have helped. It made no sense. Why was he here now?

Perhaps whoever had killed them would come back for the lone survivor.

She stood there, drenched in blood, her head bowed.

Frowning, he eased closer, uncaring of the blood and gore. Some would fear it would stain the pristine white garments he wore, but the clothes never stained. Never showed signs of wear or weather. The wonder of that no longer puzzled him, nor did he consider it a wonder. Just another observation in his long, wretched existence.

He stepped in a puddle of blood and not even a drop trailed behind him as he continued forward, his steps soundless on the earth.

He no longer completely moved in this world.

A fact he had yet to fully accept. A fact he’d never completely understand.

Who are you? He eyed her closely, almost willing her to lift her head, to take notice of him.

Who are you…who am I? Why am I here?

And that, if he were honest, was the question that bothered him the most.

Oh, he had a vague idea. He was here because something had led him here, to this isolated home, perched on a lovely mountainside. From a distance, it had been rather imposing, a sign of wealth and power.

Death and hell had waited within. Not too long ago, he never would have been able to sense the evils that had taken place inside here.

But not that long ago, he had been a dead man himself.

Not that long ago, he never would have seen what was about to happen.

It was a knowledge he hated, the way he saw it unfolding in his mind. As though he had split into two people, the part of him that still clung to his mortal coil was terrified and desperate to flee from this hell place. The other part watched was what to come—the way the woman went to her knees, her fingers sliding through the thick, red mess that was blood and earth.

Then both sides of his brain reconnected.

His mind did not understand what she held at first.

But then he saw the glint of the blade, and he knew.

He went to move—


He could even hear the scream forming in his mind.

That was not the answer. No other knew that better than he.

But he could not move.

He physically could not move.

She has to take this step.

He shook his head, denying the voice that whispered to him from within.

Yes. Because once she does, once she is almost past hope, you can reach her. Then, you will offer her the choice.

As she plunged the blade into her chest, finally, he could scream. Their screams mingled as one and as the inexplicable bonds controlling him loosened, he rushed to her side.

He slid an arm beneath her and even as he touched her, he felt it. The buzz of something…more. He did not know how to describe what it was, but he knew it was powerful.

And as her gaze held his, he saw everything…

Everything she was, everything she had ever done.

And she looked into his eyes and saw everything he was. Everything he had ever done.


They whispered it as one.


Chapter One

There were very few people in the world that Will could say truly knew him. And only one of them could he call friend.

That one person was Sina, and she was almost as old as he was. Just a few short years separated them. A few decades, maybe a century. He had no way of knowing. Those first years had been lost to insanity and he barely remembered them.

They were almost a matched set, he supposed. Ancient creatures, not all right in the head, not then. Not now.

For the longest time, it had just been them, struggling to adapt to what they were meant to do, what they had become.

What would come later, as more and more of them were made.

They’d fought together often in those early days. Bled together. Came as close to dying as they were likely to, as long as they insisted on holding on.

Not that he had much choice.

Too much to atone for.

But Sina could let go. She wouldn’t, though. She’d be here until the bloody end. He knew this, because he knew her.

And she knew him, even without benefit of her oh-so-canny abilities of the mind.

Thankfully, she couldn’t read his mind. Not anymore. She’d been able to, that one time, when she hovered at death’s door and he’d been stunned at what she’d done, what she was.

She’d seen enough, that one night. But that was the only time she’d ever read him deeply.

It didn’t matter. Sina didn’t have to read him.

She knew him.

And that was even worse.

She’d know what was coming if he approached her.

Will was no fool.

So instead of going to her, he decided to approach the matter in a more roundabout fashion. Sometimes the straightforward approach just wasn’t the best way to handle things.

Especially with creatures who were older than dirt and reacted very poorly to change.



The night smelled of rain.


And wet dog.

Luc laughed as Krell flopped down next to him with a happy sigh after he’d shaken the water out of his fur. “You just can’t stay out of the lake, can you?”

Krell nudged his thigh.

Obligingly, Luc scratched the dog behind his ears. “If you wanted to get wet, all you had to do was wait a little while. It’s getting ready to storm.”

Those words had no sooner left his mouth than it happened, tension gathering in the air. It wrapped around him tighter and tighter while next to him, Krell whined, inching closer. The dog had been around too long not to know what that meant.

Luc sighed. The bad part with not being able to see—he had long since acclimated himself to relying on his other senses, honing it to a fine skill. He could sense Will’s arrival a good two minutes before others could. It had nothing to do with psychic skill and everything to do with the way the feel of the world changed.

Tighter. Hotter. And somehow…brighter. Even though Luc’s world had been wrapped in darkness for hundreds of years.

In the seconds before Will made his appearance, the tension lessened, almost like the calm before the storm. Then it swelled to a crescendo and Luc’s ears popped as Will’s portal appeared.

Not that Luc was watching—he could have. Krell wasn’t just there for companionship. In all the centuries since Luc had become a Grimm, a guardian angel, he’d developed an ability to connect with others and use their eyes. Usually, he limited it to a specific partner, or to his companion animal, but he could use the eyes of anyone he saw fit.

He just chose not to.

Just as he chose not to look at Will. He didn’t need to see the bastard. Actually, he’d rather not talk to him, either.

Will rarely came bearing good news. Curling his hand into the thick fur of Krell’s neck, Luc murmured, “Perhaps you and I should have gone into town tonight, gotten rip-roaring drunk.”

“You can’t get drunk,” Will said.

No, that was true. Pity, that. Something he missed from his mortal years.

The Grimm all looked human enough. Even their fearless leader Will, with his pure white hair and silver eyes—granted, Will looked like a freaky human, but still, human was human.

They had all been human at some point in their lives. They’d chosen to become what they were—taking the step to become a Grimm, fighting against the demons that slid through the veil separating the mortal world from the netherplains.

That change was a drastic one, though. Altering them until the human appearance was just that—an appearance. A wound that would kill a mortal, they could heal in minutes or hours. They could go days, weeks without rest if they had to. And those were just the physical changes.

All of them were reborn into this life with gifts.

One of Luc’s was the ability to connect with others to use their sight.

His other gift—peering into the minds of others—was normally rather reliable.

Of course, he normally didn’t try to peer inside Will’s impenetrable mind.

It was like trying to peer at anything with his sightless eyes…he saw nothing.

“Yet you still can’t help but try to look, can you?” Will asked.

Luc shrugged. “Habit.” Stroking a hand down Krell’s back, he said, “If I hadn’t had that gift to rely on for the past few centuries, it wouldn’t be second nature.”

“True.” There was a pause and Luc could hear the other man coming closer.

As Will sat down beside him, Luc muttered a quiet oath. So the boss wasn’t there for a quick chat. Fuck it all.

Will laughed quietly. “You’re still mad at me.”

“Oh, it’s not so much that I’m angry. I just don’t like you, Will.” The hand stroking Krell curled into a fist. He was angry, though. Not just over the loss of Perci. That was a pride thing just as much as anything else. He was angry at Will, angry at himself, angry with Perci even, for how long they’d let each other suffer.

“If you would but be honest with yourself, you would realize she has been lost to you for a very long time,” Will said quietly.

“Oh, I know that.” He sighed. “Knowing it in here…” He touched a hand to his temple, then laid it against his heart. “Doesn’t make it any easier to accept in here.”

“Truer words,” Will mused. “Does it make it any easier for you to know that she is happy? Happier than she has been for a very long time?”

Luc closed his eyes. “It makes it easier. Yet it hurts like a son of a bitch. I couldn’t help her, and I’m arrogant enough for that to sting. But I love her enough to want her happy, no matter what the cost.”

For the next few moments, no words were spoken. It had been more than six months since Perci had left. Six months. But it had been hundreds of years since he had lost her. They had been married once, long ago. Back in their mortal life. They had come through the change from mortal to Grimm together, but they hadn’t been together as man and wife since their mortal years. The wounds they’d received, the murder of their children, Luc’s torture at the hands of his stepmother, Perci’s abuse—it had left scars that went too deep.

Luc had accepted those losses, and he might have been willing to let go, but the woman he’d loved, he couldn’t help her, and she couldn’t move on. She’d carried those hurts so deeply.

She was happy now, though. With another man. A new Grimm, and a man Luc would like to hate.

It was a bitch that he just couldn’t.

“So what brings you to my humble abode, old man?” he asked Will after the silence had stretched on just a little too long.

“I’ve a job for you.”

“Well, I figured you hadn’t come out just to have a beer.” Luc rose to his feet. “But if you don’t mind, I think I’m going to go have one.”

“Haven’t we already established the fact that you can’t get drunk?”

“I’m not drinking to get drunk—I just like the taste of it. And you can talk while we walk,” Luc pointed out. He snapped his fingers for Krell to join him and reached down, resting a hand on the dog’s head, seamlessly connecting their minds and looking around.

Sure enough, clouds had rolled in. He could feel the wind slapping against him and it had a cold bite to it. Maybe he’d lay a fire at the chalet. A fire, while he had that beer, and listened to whatever insane job Will had laid out for him.



“Greece?” Luc repeated nearly thirty minutes later.

“Yes.” Will studied the bottle Luc had given him with a mistrustful eye before lifting it and taking a taste. He immediately put it back down. He’d tried rancid wine in his mortal life that had tasted better than that, he was pretty sure. “There’s a house located in a small village in Greece… Kalo Horio. Some of them think it’s haunted. It’s not terribly old, built back in the 1700s. They’ve got a legend they’ve built around it…the seven bloody sisters.”

Luc turned that around in his mind and then shook his head. “Never heard of it.”

“That’s because they invented it.” Rising from the stool, he headed toward the refrigerator and opened it, studying the contents. Junk, he decided. Beer, soft drinks, chocolate milk. For food, there was chocolate, pizza, chips, buffalo wings, hot dogs, bologna. Heaven help him. “Luc, you have the appetite of an adolescent.”

“Yes. And what’s wonderful is the fact that I’ll never gain a pound, I never have to worry about an unsightly complexion, nor do I have to worry about hardening of the arteries, cholesterol, any of those unpleasantries.” He finished off his beer and, without even pausing to aim, tossed it into the recycling bin.

Will blinked. “That’s rather amazing. How do you do that without seeing it?”

“I’ve lived hundreds of years without sight. I’ve picked up a few tricks.” He shrugged. “What does this legend, this house, have to do with us? Are demons causing the hauntings?”

“You’ll have to figure that out for yourself. For now, you’ll have to go see Sina. She’s to work with you on this.”

Luc had been in the middle of getting himself another beer. Now he paused. In the middle of the floor, he turned to face Will. An odd look—one that Will had never seen—crossed his face. He almost looked lost, Will thought.

“Sina,” Luc murmured. “You want me to work with Sina.”



Will shrugged. “She’s just the one I know you need to work with. I don’t know why. I do know she’s familiar with the area. Perhaps that is why. You can find her in Las Vegas, I think. She loves that insane city, for some reason.”



Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it’s off to work we go…”

I watched, amused as all get out as the little men paraded across the screen. Really, it was the most ridiculous piece of work I’ve ever seen, both now, and the other hundred-and-sixty-three times I’ve watched it.

Yes, I’ve really watched Snow White and the Seven Dwarves one-hundred-and-sixty-three times. I love the movie. It’s absurd. I love it for its absurdity. It’s my own fault, I suppose. I’d helped concoct the earliest version’s tale.

I bet you didn’t know that, did you?

My own story is a little more grim than this, but that’s typical for those like us.

There was a knock at the door. I opened my mind to see who it was—just a fraction, of course, because one could never be too careful. I couldn’t penetrate the mind and that made me frown. There weren’t many I couldn’t read. If I couldn’t read them, that meant they were either like me…psychically gifted, not necessarily a Grimm, or one of the few people with just a natural resistance to psychic probes.

It could be Will, I supposed. Even those of us who are psychic aren’t usually strong enough to block me. Will was one, but it wasn’t like him to knock. He just blew his way in, almost like the big bad wolf. Of course, that’s not who he is. That’s a different story entirely.

If it wasn’t Will, who…?

A face flashed through my mind, followed by a rush of heat. Of need. The skin along the back of my neck prickled in warning but I brushed it off.

No reason for him to be here, now was there?

Mentally chastising myself, I silenced the TV and slid off the bed. Whoever it was, the person had the patience of a saint. There was no second knock. Just silence, but he—yes, it was a man, I knew—continued to wait.

Again, that shiver ran down my spine.

Halfway between my bedroom and the hotel door, I called out, “Who is it?”

“It’s Luc.”

A punch of longing rolled through me like waves crashing against the beach. Luc.

Picture your typical fairy tale prince. Eyes of a perfect blue, a chiseled, handsome face with a cleft in his chin, arched black brows and hair that framed a face so perfect even Michelangelo couldn’t have hoped to reproduce it. A long, lean warrior’s body, a smile that could have made angels weep.

Hell, I knew that for a fact, because he has made me weep. And I am angel, even if I am somewhat imperfect.

That was Luc.

He was even a prince. And there were fairy tales written about him. I’d helped write them. But I hadn’t done him justice. Couldn’t do that, now could I? If I’d penned the tale the way I wanted to, some of our brothers and sisters in arms might see things I’d rather them not see.

They’d realize things I’d rather they not know.

I don’t think anybody knew, not even Will. A benefit of being of the old ones, since I was nearly as old as he was. He’d respect it if I told him to stay the hell out of my mind, and I could back that up with walls so solid he couldn’t penetrate them.

So unless he was given some of that uncanny knowledge, our fearless leader would never know how I felt about Luc.


Luc. A man I dreamed about, a man I longed for. A man who was in love with his own fairy tale princess…and she wasn’t me.

Luc. The last man on earth I wanted to see. Ever.

Composing myself, I detoured by the bathroom. I’d been munching popcorn while I enjoyed the movie. I wasn’t about to greet him with buttery crumbs clinging to my fingers. While there, I checked my face. Yes, I’m vain. Smoothing my hair back into a ponytail, I glanced down at my clothes and sighed.

Not that I’d let myself primp to meet Luc or anything. The black yoga pants and T-shirt would suffice.

Primping served no good use, anyway. This man would never be mine.

He’d never have his lady’s heart, and I’d never have his. Those were facts I’d long ago accepted.

Enough stalling. With one deep breath, I left the bathroom and made for the door.

I opened it and leaned against the doorjamb, brow cocked. This wasn’t a friendly call, I already knew that.

But I couldn’t see his mind as easily as I could others—he was too well trained for that. I’d been the one to train him.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have done such a good job. A peek inside his mind would have let me prepare myself. And I could have used the advantage.

I never saw this coming…

“What do you know about the seven bloody sisters?”


Enter the contest

Read more about Blind Destiny… or you can just preorder it. 😉

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(This won’t be out in print for a while…it’s not long enough so it has to be paired up.)

FRAGILE…releases in mass market

If you haven’t read it and you like romantic suspense or contemporary, maybe you can give it a look. I’d appreciate it.  If this one does well, then the follow-up BROKEN will likely be released in mass market, too.

If you liked the ASH books or my FBI psychic books, this one might be right up your alley. Here… snippet!

Under his mouth, her lips were soft and full and her taste was sweet, damn near addictive. On some level, Luke did understand addiction.

He was an adrenaline junkie and that was every bit as addictive as a drug.  ButDevon?  Man, the taste of her could easily beat that.  Screw skydiving.  Just kissing Devon Manning got his blood pumping like nothing he’d ever felt before. Cupping her chin in his hand, he angled her head to the side and deepened the kiss.

He waited for her to pull away.  The hesitation, the caution he’d expected was there but she didn’t pull away.  Luke ached to pull her closer against him, to deepen the contact.  Through their clothes, he could feel the heat of her body and he already knew how silken soft her skin was.  He needed to feel more.

Ached to feel more.

Her body all but vibrated against his, with heat, with hunger–and hesitation.  Luke would be damned if he caused her a second’s fear so instead of pushing for more, instead of sliding his hands under her shirt, instead of letting them roam over the denim covered curves of her hips and butt, he touched only her chin and jaw, his fingers spread wide and holding her still for his kiss.  His other hand, he kept clenched in a fist at his side.

Devonswayed closer.  Luke felt the last of his control slipping away and he either had to take more–or stop.  Luke went with stopping, slowly pulling away so he could stare at her.  “There’s something here,Devon.  You can’t tell me you don’t feel it.”

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**I’m hoping the Kindle/Nook/ebook pricing will drop shortly.  Please note, I have absolutely NO control over this. Don’t yell at me pretty please.

Hunter’s Rise

She followed him down the stairs, carefully checking for any signs of she might have left. There wasn’t anything. If he’d left anything when he’d come in earlier, that was his own damn fault.

He could worry about his own ass.

That very, very fine ass . . .

Scowling, she jerked her gaze away from that very, very fine ass and focused on his back instead. Nice back. Leanly muscled. Not bulky though. It was possible for shifters to bulk up—she’d seen it. It was freaky and required a dedication to pumping iron—usually in the seven, eight, nine-hundred pound range, but she didn’t like that kind of mass on a man anyway.

He looked . . . well, like what he was. A leanly muscled wolf in human’s clothing. That skin he wore was the disguise. Once they reached the kitchen, she pushed around him and said, “You know, if you damaged my bike, I’m going to damage you.”

“You’re so violent . . . I love it.” He followed her outside, but before she could get to the bike, he did, using that wolf-quick speed and resting a hand on the handlebars. “I’ll push it out.”

“I can get my own bike,” she said, glaring at him.

“Yeah, and until I’m on the damn bike with you, I’m pushing it. You don’t trust me . . . I don’t trust you, either. I definitely don’t trust you not to try and take off without me.”

Sylvia had to admit. It had occurred to her, more than once, although she’d brushed the idea away almost immediately.

She’d said she’d worked with the jerk. She didn’t go back on her word. Glaring at him, she shoved him back from her bike. Or she tried. He didn’t move. “Look, pal. I said we could do this together. Now will you back off?”

“So you can try to get on it and take off?” He leaned over the bike, pressed his nose against the curve between her neck and shoulder.

Sylvia shuddered, but all he did was breathe her in. “You know, I think I’ll back off. And part of me even hopes you try to run. You know what will happen if you do? I’ll chase you . . . ever been chased by a Hunter, Syl?”

“Don’t call me Syl,” she rasped.
He ignored her, rubbing his cheek against the sensitive flesh of her neck. She needed to push him away. Really. That was what she needed to do. Instead, she just stood there. “You haven’t been chased by one of us. You’ve done a damn good job staying out of our way,” he rumbled, his voice taking on that deep, low rasp. “But you couldn’t do it this time. Know what they say about a Hunter and his prey?”

He bit her.

Sylvia slammed a hand against her bike. If she hadn’t, she just might have collapsed to the ground, a useless puddle of flesh, want and lust.

“Once we get your scent, we never stop.” He lifted his head, staring down at her with eyes that glittered. Eyes that burned. Eyes that glowed. “And Sylvia . . . I’ve got your scent all, fucking over me.”

Her heart beat hard and slow inside her chest. Stifling a groan, she whispered, “Is that a threat, Hunter?”

“No.” He cupped her chin in his hand, stroked his thumb over her lip.

“It’s a promise. And I think you and I both know that I don’t plan on sticking a knife in you. I want something else entirely.” Pressing down against her lip, he held her gaze with his and then asked gruffly, “So . . . are you going to try and run?”

As mentioned… this is the last one.  I hope you enjoy it.  If you’ve never read these books, this one would work just fine as a standalone.  I’d love to send the series out with a bang, so if you’re interested in ordering it?  I’d love it.

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Don’t forget there’s a contest…I’ve been sort of out, either being sick, being on vacation (both) and haven’t mentioned it much, but it’s got some stuff I picked up on my trip and a gift card and other goodies.


Now Available

So it’s here.  Hope and Remy’s story.  I like this book.  I don’t say that about many of my books, so either people like it a lot, or it’s going to tank.

(Please, God, I worked really, really hard on this trilogy…I’d like to see it not tank.  Love, me)

I’m out and about in blog land a lot, guest blogs and such, so make sure you keep up with the schedule in the sidebar (at my blog) …sometimes there are giveaways. 🙂

And one more scene from IF YOU SEE HER

“You’ve got this way of looking at me that makes my heart about stop.”

“Is that good thing or bad thing?”

“I’m still trying to figure out it out.” She popped a bite into her mouth.

Remy gritted his teeth and had to spend the next thirty seconds with gritted teeth as he waited for her to chew that bite and swallow.  “What do you mean, you’re still trying to figure it out?”

She shrugged and reached for her tea.  “Just that.  I’m still trying to figure it out.  But I think it was an altogether bad thing, I wouldn’t have come in here and I wouldn’t be sitting here, either.”  She took a drink from her tea and then, still staring into the glass, she said, “You make me nervous.  I’m used to being nervous, but not like this.”

Nervous…hell.  He could understand that.  He opened his mouth, then closed it, entirely too uncertain with what he wanted to say, what he needed to say, what he thought she might want to hear and what might scare her to death. He reached for his sandwich, although he was no longer at all hungry.  “Would it make you feel any better if I told you that you make me pretty nervous, too?”

Hope snorted.  “I don’t want lines, Remy.”

“That’s good, because I don’t waste my breath on them.”  He took a bite of his sandwich and washed it down before it turned to sawdust in his throat.   “I tend avoid complications and you’ve got complication written all over you.”

“Gee, thanks.”

He grinned.  “And here I sit, trying to figure out the best way to convince you to go to the drive-in with me this weekend.”

“The drive-in?” A wide smile lit her face—one that damned near transformed it.  She went from being pretty to…breath-taking.

She literally stole his breath, sucked it right of him. He felt like he’d been sucker-punched as she leaned forward, smiling at him.   Her eyes, when they didn’t have all those sad, somber shadows, almost danced, he thought.

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Hunters Eli and Sarel…reissue

2011 Revision

The Hunters Book 2

Three centuries is a long time to spend alone…but Elijah Crawford is used to it. He’s got his friends, he’s got thugs to kill, and a mild obsession with an on-and-off again lover to keep him occupied.

But then a woman appears in his dark world, one who just might bring some light to those endless nights. Just one look makes him hunger. Just one glimpse makes him burn.

There’s just one complication. She wants him dead.

Sarel Chandler knows all about vampires and she knows all about monsters–or so she thinks. The monster she knows as Elijah Crawford is responsible for the death of her sister and she’s going to see that he pays for it.

There’s just one complication…she’s completely wrong…and she’s about to pay for it in so many ways.

Warning: This book contains a pissed-off witch, a sexy Master vampire, some serious ménage action and lots of one-on-one time…of the up-close-and-personal variety. And I do mean lots…


Eli’s eyes closed. God, he hurt. The blood in his veins pumped sluggishly and it seemed to be filled with acid, burning him from the inside out. “Tori…?” He could smell her, that subtle scent of peaches, sex, woman, and vampire.

“She’s down the hall. We can’t get her to feed, Eli,” Kelsey said, her eyes closing. She had to. She had never been much of a liar, and if he looked dead at her, he’d see the lie. Right now, he was probably too weak to scent it, but he might still see it. “Declan’s tried and she won’t respond to him. I don’t know how to reach her.”

Desperate energy suddenly flooded him as the rage broke open inside. He rolled, pinning the woman beside him, staring down in her slanted green and gold eyes. He was so fucking tired, and it wasn’t such a chore to let it all be over, after three centuries of walking alone. He would never have Tori and there was no other woman.

But he could not let them die. Tori and Declan meant more to him than his own soul. The bitch in his bed could save him, and then he could save Tori and Declan. Then he could go right on being lonely, but what else the fuck was new?

“You owe me blood, darling,” he purred with menace, his muscles trembling with the effort it took to move and hold her, even though she didn’t resist him at all.

Those rather amazing eyes closed and she turned her head. Baring her neck. And then she said quietly, “I know.”

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If You Hear Her …now out!


Spazz Attack. It’s out. Biggest Project Ever. I’m going to go pass out. While I’m doing that,if you wanna read another snippet, here ya go…

I think I’m doing a thrills & chills post at Jaci or Lisa‘s blog today.  O.o

You can read reviews at the blog tour the Book Vixen did.

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I think I’m guest blogging at Fresh Fiction, too.  I’ll update the link when I have it.

And if you wanna read another snippet…here ya go.


Right now, she could touch.

As he ran his hands down over her body, stripping away her clothes, Lena lifted her eyes upward and stared at the sun again.

Lost herself in the warm golden glow and the feel of a man’s hands on her body.

She could see…see his face as he guided her to the ground and knelt between her thighs.

She could touch…touch his shoulders and fist her hands in his hair.

She could feel…feel the fiery hot pleasure blistering through her as he levered up over her.

She could hear–

Help me!”


Lena came awake with a gasp. Her heart knocked against her ribs and she shivered as cool air danced over her sweat-slicked body.   A breeze drifted in through the open window.

It was cool…not cold. But she was freezing.

Hearing one low, questioning yip, she held out her hand.  Puck pressed his nose against her palm and she heaved out a breath.  The dog’s body was tense–all over tense and he had his hackles up.

“Sorry, boy.  Just had a bad dream,” she muttered.   She’d gone and freaked her dog out.

As she started to lie back down, she heard it.

A voice.

“…help me…”


The scream Lena Riddle hears in the woods behind her house is enough to curdle her blood—she has no doubt that a woman is in real danger. Unfortunately, with no physical evidence, the local law officers in small-town Ash, Kentucky, dismiss her claim. But Lena knows what she heard—and it leaves her filled with fear and frustration.

Ezra King is on leave from the state police, but he can’t escape the guilty memories that haunt his dreams. When he sees Lena, he is immediately drawn to her. He aches to touch her—to be touched by her—but is he too burdened by his tragic past to get close?

When Ezra hears her story of an unknown woman’s screams, his instincts tell him that Lena’s life is also at risk—and his desire to protect her is as fierce as his need to possess her.  Read more

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