Book two in my new Filthy Rich and Sexy series is now available at Amazon.
This one focuses on a CEO who invents things and this time around it’s a board game that features role playing.
My latest release is book one in my new series Filthy Rich and Sexy.
They’ll be super short stories (around 5,000 words), focusing on rich and sexy men and the women they love.
The first story first appeared in Keyboards and Kink that was published by Evernight.
Here’s the synopsis and an excerpt-
CEO Ian Corbett’s always had a thing for one of his employees but he knows the rules because he wrote them.
No dating or messing around with anyone in the company.
However, when he sees she’s been using a company computer and on company time to run an online sex chat business, he knows he has just cause to fire her.
Now as ex-employee he’ll be free to ask her out. All he has to do is ask her to come see in his office so he can break the news to her or can he. Will she get the upper hand and will he have to change the rules?
Jenny sat down and threw the box containing the nuked hotdog on her desk. She’d seen the employee handbook. She knew the rules. No using company time or equipment for outside pursuits.
Now she was going to lose both her jobs. Maybe she could sweet talk him into looking the other way.
She ran her hands through her hair. She hadn’t seen him…well, not face-to-face, since he’d interviewed her last year. She almost hadn’t gotten the job because she’d been so tongue-tied. Not that she was a nervous interviewee but she hadn’t expected him to be so gorgeous. Six feet plus, broad shoulders, dark hair with a bit of a wave to it. During her entire interview she’d had an image of running her fingers through it as he kissed her. And those eyes. He’d looked straight at her every time he’d asked her a question. Dark green with touches of hazel. Mesmerizing and they’d held her spellbound.
She jumped when her phone rang.
Who knew she was here working late besides the janitor and…
She picked it up.
She swallowed twice in quick succession.
“Did you get my note? Obviously you did because you’re back at your desk.”
“Yes, and yes, I was just about to head up to your office.”
“Good, I’ll be waiting.”
Jenny looked at her plant, the mug housing her pens, and the award for employee of the month. Maybe she should take them with her because she’d be fired and he might not let her come back to her desk. No, surely he’d let her get her things. She turned off the computer. Sexy Beast would have to find some other girl to chat to tonight. She stood and grabbed her raincoat and put it on before slinging her purse over her shoulder.
She nodded to the janitor again as she tiptoed over the wet floor to reach the elevator.
Her stomach churned as she watched the floors flash by. Jobs were hard to come by these days, and who was to say if she’d find another one she liked as much as this one. She’d do anything to keep it. She’d made up her mind that whatever he asked her to do to make up for this failure to follow the rules she’d do rather than be fired.
Jenny stepped out of the elevator.
That was it.
Sexual favors. No man could resist them.
My latest release is book 2 in my Big Sky Lawmen series.
I recently got back rights to Last First Kiss and thought a revamped version would be a perfect fit for this series. So it’s now called Wade and is available at Amazon through their KDP Select program so if you have Kindle Unlimited it will be a free read.
Here’s the synopsis and an excerpt-
Wade Linley never thought he’d live to see the day when he’d receive a frantic call from Emily Richardson asking him to drive out to the Mountain View B and B because she was about to be arrested for first degree murder. However, the evidence is overwhelming. Now she’s on her way to jail and has only one request—for Wade to phone call her granddaughter, Sophie, and ask her to come home. Wade knows having her back in town means nothing but trouble for his heart.
Sophie can’t believe it’s Wade’s voice on the other end of the line and that her grandmother has been arrested for murder. Going home is a must but things would be a lot easier if Wade wasn’t there. After all, she did break his heart eight years ago. Together, can these once childhood sweethearts clear Emily’s name and put their differences aside while rediscovering their love for one another?
Sophie leaned closer to the mirror and swirled some lip gloss over her lips before smacking them together. She stepped back, taking a comb and running it through her hair. It looked a mess from sitting in that cramped seat for so long. She rummaged through her bag and found an elastic band. She quickly pulled her hair back and secured it into a ponytail. Sophie picked up her bag from the countertop, made a mad dash for the door, and headed for the baggage claim where she hoped Wade would be waiting to drive her to Glacier Valley.
Her heart beat faster with each step she took anticipating what he’d look like. What they’d say and also what they’d talk about on the journey home. A group of older women obscured her view of the baggage claim area, but as they parted ways she could a glimpse of a man holding his cowboy hat in both hands while leaning against a wall in the car rental area. He was standing in profile, but she knew it was Wade. She’d recognize that fine looking bone structure anywhere. Time hadn’t changed or taken it away. She stopped walking, wondering if she could actually face him again.
However, she had to for her grandmother. And after all, he’d driven all this way to collect her.
She took a deep breath, willing her feet to start moving again. The closer she got, the more her heart picked up speed. It pounded in her ears, almost deafening her. He turned her way but hadn’t noticed her quite yet because he seemed to be looking at the carousel that had just started up.
Yes, he was a mature grown man now. His shoulders were wider, and he’d bulked up in a good way. He’d suddenly caught sight of her and mouthed her name.
Sophie’s heart missed a beat as she ran at top speed toward him, and he ran toward her.
When they met she put her hand out to shake his, thinking that was the safest thing to do. However, when he failed to accept it, and instead pulled her in close, she knew she was in love with him all over again. She wondered if he felt the same way, too.
Would that be stupid of us or romantic?
“Sophie, it’s so great to see you. You look really good.” They pulled away.
“You do, too.”
Now that they’d got past the hugging stage she thought about giving him a kiss on the cheek for old times, but he made the first move and kissed her lips instead.
She closed her eyes. How long had it been since they’d kissed? Seemed like eternity. Sophie thought it would be just a quick peck. She wasn’t expecting anything more, but Wade’s lips lingered on hers.
Sophie had always loved the way he kissed. No other guy, including her ex-husband, had kissed quite like Wade. He was the first boy she’d ever kissed, and it had been the summer of her sixteenth birthday. Yes, they’d kissed before, play sort of ones, quick ones where their lips smacked together for a few seconds. But on that birthday things had gotten more serious, and the kiss had been longer; mouths had opened, and eager tongues had slipped beyond their lips. When they’d finally pulled away Wade had said something she still remembered to this very day.
“You’re going to be my only girlfriend, and I’ll be your only boyfriend, so we won’t have any other first kisses, which officially makes that our last first kiss.”
You all know I love writing about both cowboys and bear shifters. Sometimes I have a tough time deciding who to make the hero of a new story…a sexy cowboy or a hunky bear. It’s that dilemma that gave me the idea for this new series…why not write about a cowboy who just so happens to me a bear shifter too.
Cowbear Haven was born and I’ve just released the first book called Sweet Seduction.
Once again, I’ve decided to publish it through KDP Select so Amazon is the place you’ll find it for at least the next three months. Added plus is if you’re a Kindle Unlimited subscriber you get to read it for free.
Here’s an excerpt and the synopsis and I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I did writing it….
Joely’s set her heart on going to art school and has been working to pay for her tuition. However, her boss has been keeping a secret and now she has to find somewhere to hide out.
What better place than Cowbear Haven where no human dares to go? It just so happens that they’re in dire need of a cook. Not that she’s ever been one, but fake it till you make it.
Trey’s relieved that he’s finally found a new cook, that is until she arrives and he realizes he’s got two big problems on his hand. She’s young and pretty and she’s clearly no more of a cook than he is.
He’s got a don’t mess around with the staff policy but can this cowbear keep his mind and hands off the new cook or is does he have to accept that Joely’s his destiny and mate?
Come along with Joely and Trey to Cowbear Haven, a ranch where bears can heal and work and sometimes fall in love.
“What needs doing?” she asked.
“How about make the toast and get the bacon out of the fridge,” said Trey.
He watched as she ran about, put a load of bread into the five toasters, and then got the boxes of bacon out and handed them to Mikey. The cold air from the fridge had made her nipples hard and the t-shirt was transparent. He didn’t know how the guys would react when they saw her. He knew how he was reacting.
“I think you should put an apron on,” Trey told her.
He looked straight at her boobs and couldn’t seem to focus any place else. Trey grabbed the apron and handed it to her. “We don’t want you getting that t-shirt messed up,” Trey quickly added.
I also don’t want other werebears ogling those breasts and nipples.
She grinned at him as she tied it around her waist. He guessed he wasn’t that great at lying.
“I’ll go tell the guys to get seated and breakfast will be served shortly,” Trey said.
He wanted to calm everyone down before a riot broke out and he also needed to get out of the kitchen. His temperature was rising and it had nothing to do with the oven and burners being turned on at full blast.
She made him hot and horny and normally that wouldn’t be a bad thing but she worked for him and Cowbear Haven, and this was downright inappropriate.
“Is breakfast nearly ready because we have fences to repair in the outer pasture,” David called to him.
“It’s on its way,” Trey assured him.
“So she hadn’t quit,” Ian asked. He sat down beside Trey. Ian was second in command and in charge when Trey was gone from the Haven.
“No, she’d just overslept.”
“She seems very young to be head cook.”
“She’s packed lots of experience into her short life.”
“You smell something burning?” Ian asked, putting his nose into the air.
The piercing sound of the smoke alarm sounded throughout the lower level of the house.
“I better go check on the kitchen,” Trey said, standing.
“And the cook too,” Ian said, winking at him.
Some of you might have already read the books in my Perfect Paring series. It’s been five years since the first story was published (Take a Chance On Me). I recently got rights back to the book and decided to reboot the series, tweak the name…it’s now Perfect Pairings, and add more content.
Another thing I decided to do was enroll the book in Amazon’s KDP select program which means it will be on sale exclusively there for the next three months but don’t worry if you don’t have a Kindle because you can download an app and read it on your computer too.
Here’s the synopsis and an excerpt and I hope you enjoy this rebooted tale of Sadie and her matchmaking company.
What do you do when you’ve been sentenced to fifty years of hard labor in the Department of Love and it’s your job to match couples who might never met? Plus, you can’t use any of your witching skills?
If you’re Sadie Sutton you open a matchmaking agency called Perfect Pairings…
Sadie’s been a bad witch and now has to pair two people who thought romance and love wasn’t in their destinies.
Meet physical therapist, Rachel and returning soldier, Mitchell. Both have something from the past haunting them but Sadie knows it’s something that can draw them together and make them fall in love.
Will she be right or will her first attempt at matchmaking go horribly wrong and will she resort to a little witchcraft?
Disciplinary Hearing 21: Witches’ Realm Board v. Sadie Sutton
Sadie put her knitting down and instead decided to channel her nervousness on the simple art of tapping her fingers on her lap. By nature, she wasn’t a worry-wort, but being summoned to a hearing of this nature meant only one thing: trouble ahead.
She couldn’t blame anyone besides herself. Who would have thought having a little fun would result in her being ordered to appear before The Board? The hearing had gotten underway ten minutes ago and things did not look good for Sadie.
“And how much was the total cost of the damage to her neighbor’s car?” asked the chairwoman, Margery.
Sadie slid down on her chair. She knew the answer to that: a hell of a lot. Mercedes Benzes aren’t cheap things to fix.
“Twenty-five thousand dollars. There was also damage to the front lawn and part of his house when he drove the car into his living room,” Becca said, flicking through her notes.
Now that last part had been his own damn fault. He should have hit the brakes as soon as he’d felt himself careening into the front yard.
“And Mr. Mooney. Did he suffer any injuries?” Margery asked.
Becca turned back to the first page of her notebook. Sadie glanced down at her fingers, this time pretending to check her nails. Sadie knew what was coming next, and for that reason couldn’t bring herself to look Margery in the eye.
“He broke his nose. He needed ten stitches in his forehead, and is still recovering from a broken leg.”
Sadie slyly looked up for just a minute to see if she could read any emotion on the chairwoman’s face. She was a cool character and Sadie knew it would be tough figuring out which way Margery would vote.
Margery pulled her glasses down to the tip of her nose and glared over their rims. Sadie tried not to look her directly in the eye, but Margery, being older by 175 years, had more power and Sadie couldn’t resist.
The older witch beckoned her over to the chair directly in front of the table that seated the five head elders.
I could run but what would be the point? I wouldn’t make it to the door without them out hexing me. Time to face the music.
Today, March 21st, head over to The Romance Reviews to win a copy of Callum, book one in my series, Cowboy Tough.
Good luck everyone!
I just released a book in my brand new series Big Sky Lawmen.
As you can guess each story will be set in some part of Montana and feature a lawman and the woman who steals his heart.
The first story, Matt, is loosely based on onr I published with Evernight in 2012 (How I Met My Lover).
Here’s the synopsis and an excerpt…hope you enjoy the book.
Matt Hennessey is sheriff of Glacier Valley County and wants nothing more than to have the county return to its law abiding ways. Big city trouble seems to be moving into Big Sky and when a local FBI agent asks Matt to go undercover he has no idea that another crime’s about to be committed.
Emily Garwood has just returned home to Montana and plans to go to law school but money’s tight. She runs into an old school friend who somehow talks her into giving the escort business a try.
When Matt agrees to pose as a client he doesn’t count on the escort being cute and curvy and just his type. He comes away with little information about her boss but knows he’s somehow fallen for a lady with a shady job.
Emily has no idea the man who she’s fallen for is the sheriff but when Emily’s friend is beaten and ends up in a coma, it’s up to Emily and Matt to work together to find the culprit and rid Big Sky of the bad guy.
Can they both get the job done and will true love shine through?
Emily looked at the clock on the pay per view box above the TV. It was almost 7.20 p.m. Mia had told her the client would arrive at 7 p.m. Maybe he’d changed his mind. Perhaps this was a sign that she wasn’t supposed to go ahead with this. Her hands had been shaking for the last half an hour while she’d sat on the bed and waited.
The minutes had passed like hours.
All sorts of horrible thoughts had gone through her mind. What if she didn’t excite him? What if she couldn’t make him hard? What if he wanted her to do something she didn’t know how to do? She should have checked out some sex websites before heading here. Maybe even taken Mia up on her offer to sit in and watch her in action. Nope, she’d never be able to look Mia in the face again if she’d done that.
And what about her? What if she didn’t get excited about this guy? What if he was repulsive? What if he didn’t get her wet enough and it hurt like hell?
Mia had told her the client had paid for a regular session which was two hours. Just how would she keep him continually entertained for that long?
The clock turned to 7.22 p.m.
He definitely wasn’t showing. He’d changed his mind.
Yeah, and so had she.
No way was she cut out for this sort of thing. Sure, she’d spent most of the day at the hairdressers getting her hair cut and highlighted, even having her nails manicured. And yes, the technician had talked her into applying stick-on false nails because Emily was a bad girl and bit hers down to virtually nothing.
And let’s not forget that this was against the law.
What was I thinking? I’ve got to get out of here.
She grabbed her bag and threw it over her shoulder. If she left now everything would be fine. She’d phone Mia, and maybe she’d still have time to race across town and get here in time for her client. Well, that was if he even showed up. Emily headed to the door, ready to exit and run as fast as she could, vowing to forget she was even here and was about to do something this stupid, when she heard two raps on it.
Damn, too late.
Her legs shook and they were now downright wobbly too, and she doubted she’d even get one in front of the other to walk, let alone run. She just had this awful feeling in the pit of her stomach that — what was his name? — yeah, Mia had told her Matt.
She’d tell him he had the wrong room. She’d send him down the hallway on a wild goose chase, and when he wasn’t looking she’d make a mad dash for the elevator.
This was it.
She opened the door ready to tell him the bogus story, but holy shit, he was gorgeous. No, this could be the client. The guy really did have the wrong room because why would a man who looked like this have to pay for sex?
It’s March already and it’s party time over at The Romance Reviews.
I’m taking part and March 21st I’ll be giving away an e-book which will be a copy of Callum, book one in my Cowboy Tough series. In the meantime check out The Romance Reviews’ site for more goodies you can win.
As many of you know I’ve been slowly revamping my back titles. I had a whole bunch of stories that were previously published by Cobblestone Press. Some of them I wanted to give a total makeover while others, a slight tweak. I had one called The Hamilton Men that had been part of my Big Bad Bosses trilogy. It was one of my favorites and I didn’t want to do too much to it. I came up with the idea of making it part of another established series and Fantasy LLC has become its new home.
It’s now told in first person, present tense, and this time Fantasy LLC has delved into some time travel.
Here’s the synopsis and an excerpt. BTW, this is the first time I’ve made my own book cover so I hope you like it.
Fantasy LLC, an exclusive organization where only a lucky few get to live out their wildest sexual dreams and let their inhibitions run free.
It’s not for the faint of heart and money or fame can’t buy you a way in.
An anonymous panel of philanthropists decides who will be the lucky recipient of the month. Application forms and essays are judged on their creativity and how turned on they get by what the applicant wishes for.
Winners are everyday people, bored housewives, teachers, doctors, virgins, and people just like Mathilda Wellington who was lucky enough to be picked as this month’s recipient…
Mathilda works in a library and her favorite area that houses the Victorian erotica. When she dares to write to Fantasy LLC describing how she’d like to be transported to Victorian England and be a maid in the home of a sexy British man, she has no idea that she’s going to live each minute as if it’s really happening.
Can time travel really happen…Mathilda’s about to find out…
“Thank you, sir.”
“That’s the second time you’ve blushed.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“No reason to apologize.”
He puts his hand on top of mine. “Soft too. I would imagine they’d feel wonderful on my body.”
My hand shakes as he holds it and run his index finger over each knuckle, paying special attention to the indentions between them.
“Is there anything else I can get you, sir?” I don’t know what else to say or what to do.
“Some toast, and a generous helping of the kedgeree.”
He finally releases my hand. I manage to walk to the table where the food sits in silver dishes. My legs shake, wondering what he’ll do next when I return to the table.
I place the food in front of him, and as I turn, I can’t be one hundred percent positive, but I’m sure he just touched my bottom. I freeze on the spot.
“I can’t see your face, but I’m guessing you’re blushing again.”
It wasn’t my imagination. He did touch me.
“That’s all for now. Go back to Mrs. Williams, and she’ll tell you what to do next.”
I’m slowly revamping books I’ve recently gotten rights back to and I’m almost caught up…for now at least. Here’s my latest one. It was previously published by Cobblestone Press under the title of Ghost Lover.
I’ve now changed the narration to present tense, re-edited it and given it the new title of Ghost of A Chance. If you haven’t read it already, I hope you’ll check it out.
Here’s the synopsis and a short excerpt-
Dr. Jennifer Hartley overhears talk about a ghost haunting room 229 at Rosewood Inn in a village in England. Not just any haunting but that of a sexual nature. Intrigued, she decides to book a visit there and it’s in room 229, she gets more than she bargained for. It’s not one but three ghosts that haunt the room. All three men are the perfect lover for her but it’s one in particular who captures her heart.
Does she have a ghost of a chance of them ever becoming permanent lovers?
I lean my head back in the taxi. Jet lag has already kicked in. I tried to sleep on the flight to London, but crying babies and people wandering up and down the aisles had made it impossible. Now my eyes are gradually shutting as I head through a village on the outskirts of Maidstone, Kent. Will Henry, Ian, or maybe Nigel be waiting for me? I hope so. I’ve come this far, paid all this money, so I’m determined to have the sexual adventure of my life. I shift my ass on the seat, already feeling a pleasant stirring in my pussy. Will I get fucked in the shower? I’ve been looking forward to it on the entire flight. I set my head back some more, determined just to rest my eyes and not fall asleep.
I wake and sit up so quickly that my neck pops. We’ve obviously arrived because the taxi driver has opened the back door and is shaking my arm.
“I’m sorry I must have dozed off,” I say.
“Don’t worry. Happens more often than you’d think.”
I look out, seeing the Tudor beams and white brick front with the four-star sign hanging outside of the Rosewood Lodge.
I dig through my bag, pull out some bills and a tip, and hand them to the driver.
“Thank you. I’ll get your bags out of the boot for you.” I smile, remembering boot is the trunk.
A doorman from the hotel nods and comes over to carry my luggage for me. As I go into reception, I notice they have two restaurants. Not that I’ll be leaving my room for long.
“Good morning. Do you have a reservation?” asks a young girl dressed in a blue jacket and matching skirt.
“Yes, Dr. Jennifer Hartley.”
She taps at the computer keys. “I did request room 229,” I add.
I see her glance and raise her eyebrows at the lady standing next to her. They both smile.
“Yes, most women do,” she says.