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Friday, March 2, 2018

Cover and Blurb Reveal for Nobody's Prince Charming

It's time to reveal the stunning cover that Jay Aheer made for me. It's my favorite, and that's saying a lot. First, I must show love to Wander Aguiar and his amazing talent. I was looking through his photo gallery and came across Jamie's picture and was blown away. This was my Wren, and I had to have him on the cover.

When I started the book, I wasn't really sure where the journey would take me. I had a working title that was quite a bit different than this one, it was cute and I liked it, but I knew it wasn't right once I got into the heart of the story.

Without further ado, here are the covers for Nobody's Prince Charming!

Gorgeous, right? Not convinced? Here's the blurb:

Fire and ice. Oil and water. Vodka and decisions. That’s what Darren McCoy and Wren Davison are: two opposites that shouldn’t mix well. Dare believes in fairy tales, true love, and happily ever after. Wren believes in fast cars, freedom, and no-strings sex. What can these two men possibly have in common? A magnetic pull strong enough to obliterate logic and reason.

For more than a year, Dare and Wren have worked together at the Curl Up and Dye Salon. Dare has pursued the mysterious, brooding man, and Wren has resisted his provocative charm. Then one day, something happens that allows the men to see each other in a new light. Wren learns that Dare hides a heavy heart behind his brilliant smile. Dare realizes that beneath Wren’s gruff exterior beats the heart of a prince.

Passions ignite once the men stop fighting their attraction, but will it be enough to overcome their differences? Is Wren the prince that Dare is looking for? Can Dare teach Wren that true love does exist?

Nobody’s Prince charming is a modern-day fairy tale where some princes ride Harleys, and castle walls are built to scale. It is the third book in the Road to Blissville series but can be read as a standalone book. This book contains sexually explicit material and is intended for adults eighteen and over.

By now, I hope you want to know when you can hold this hotness in your hands. I'm looking at March 23rd. Rather than set it up for preorder, I'm just going to upload to Amazon for immediate sale as soon as the formatted files are ready. 

Teasers start next week! 



Monday, February 12, 2018

Second Wind Preorder Link is Live!

Yay! Here is the preorder link for those wishing to preorder Second Wind. This is the universal link and should work on all Amazon sites.

I am receiving the best feedback from reviewers and ARC readers that I've ever received. I hope you'll take this unforgettable journey with, Rush, Lincoln, and me.

Second Wind is coming to a Kindle near you on February 14, 2018! 



Thursday, February 8, 2018

Second Wind Final Teaser

Less than a week to go before Second Wind goes live. These guys are so special to me. I hope you love them as much as I do.

This beautiful image was taken by Wander Aguiar as part of the photoshoot for this book. Jay Aheer made this breathtaking graphic for me. I love it so much.

I'll be back with preorder links once they go live. If all goes well, that will be on or before the 10th.



Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Second Wind Teaser #3

The release for Second Wind is just two weeks away, so there's a lot going on behind the scenes. I wanted to pop in and post the next teaser for you. As always, this beautiful graphic was created by Jay Aheer with Simply Defined Art.

I hope you're ready for one heck of a love story!  I'll be back next week with more!



Thursday, January 25, 2018

Second Wind Coming Soon!

Hello and Happy New Year since this is my first post in 2018. I hope everyone’s year is off to a great start. I’ve been hard at work on several projects and I’m excited to share with you the cover, blurb, and first two teasers for Second Wind, which will publish on February 14, 2018.

About the project: Second Wind is a standalone book unrelated to any series I’ve ever written. It is a best friend to lovers/second chance love novel. The story behind it is pretty fun. My husband and I went to Eastern Tennessee over the summer and rented a beautiful cabin. The fresh mountain air always stirs my creativity, but one night we got lost on our way to dinner because it had been a while since we updated our GPS. The directions took us to the back of a beautiful brand-new school with amazing sporting complexes. Now, my husband is grumbling like crazy, but I tune him out and lock my eyes on the football field that has this stunning mountain view as a backdrop. In my head, I heard a marching band playing a fight song, I heard the crowd roaring as the king of the gridiron scored a touchdown, and I pictured another young man standing on the sidelines taking pictures of the game for the yearbook and school paper. In my heart, I felt his yearning for the king of the gridiron. The football player became Lincoln and the photographer became Rush. They stole my heart and Second Wind developed from there.

Second Wind tells the tale of boys who became best friends at five years old, fell in love as teenagers, followed dreams that took them in different directions after high school, and reunited two decades later. Both of them needed a second wind and found a second chance. Now, I needed to find a way to tell this four-decade tale without combining a children’s book, a new adult book, and adult-themed book into one. I believe I found a creative way to do so.

This is my tribute to the men and women in the world who are forced to deny their true selves in the face of hatred, ignorance, and fear. It is my fervent hope that someday all people will be able to live freely, openly, and happily ever after.

Cover reveal:


Second wind: a new strength or energy to continue something that is an effort. After an amicable divorce, Lincoln Huxley is ready to embrace the sexuality he repressed for more than two decades. Rush Holden is no longer willing to settle for closeted men or those who don’t share his dreams of marriage and fatherhood. A chance encounter on a lakeside pier is the second wind they both need. Or will it just be a painful reminder of all they had lost?

Second chance: an opportunity to try something again that failed one time. Rush and Lincoln have shared a lot of firsts—friendship, young love, and heartbreak. Cruel reality forced the two men to choose paths that took their lives in different directions. Twenty-five years later, they get a second chance to fall in love with each all over again. Can it really be that simple, or will the same issues ruin their happiness a second time?

Happily ever after: to live happily for the rest of one’s life. Rush and Lincoln know that love and life can’t be defined by words alone. Patience, commitment, and the determination to do whatever it takes will be the only way the two men achieve their happily ever after.

Second Wind is a funny, sexy, and endearing standalone romance novel about love, loss, and rediscovery. It contains sexually explicit material and is intended for adults 18 and older.

First two teasers:

Writing this book consumed my soul. Rush and Linc’s story is one that I think will always be with me. I told their story through images, music, and words about love, loss, and rediscovery. I truly hope you’ll take this journey with me and love them as much as I do.

I’ll be back next week to share another teaser, and I will endeavor to be more active on my blog. I'd like to do fun posts like sharing Josh's favorite recipes and host other authors to share their work with us. I'd like to communicate better about what I'm working on and when you can expect it but in a way that doesn't spam your inboxes or bog down one blog post with too much information. Like everything in life, it's all about finding balance. I will answer one frequently asked question: the next Road to Blissville book is coming in March and will feature Wren and Dare. That's the sexy, brooding new stylist and the new receptionist at Curl Up and Dye. I'm looking at March 26th for a release date, sooner if I can swing it. Milo and Andy will follow.

Thank you so much for stopping by! 



Saturday, December 16, 2017

The Lady is a Thief Release Day

The Lady is a Thief is #LIVE



Detective Elijah Markham has decided to trade big city danger for sleepy town charm. He quickly learns that small towns harbor deadly secrets, and the biggest threat to Elijah may prove to be the sexy lady who lives next door. Guarding his turbulent heart could be his biggest challenge if he falls captive to her irresistible charms.

Maegan Miracle seemingly has the perfect life. She has a successful career, amazing friends, and a family that adores her, but it’s not enough to erase the loneliness she hides behind a brilliant smile. Maegan’s world is turned upside down when she becomes a potential target in a twisted killer’s cat and mouse games. The only man who can save her is the same one that threatens her peaceful existence.
Passion and lust override doubt and suspicion, igniting a flame that’s hot enough to consume them and torch the town. Something that burns so hot and fast won’t last…or will it? If they want a chance to find out, they’ll need to stop a killer before it’s too late.

The Lady is a Thief is the first book in The Lady is Mine Trilogy. It’s a scorching-hot story filled with humor, mystery, and lovable characters that will make you want to pack your bags and move to Blissville.



Did this sack of shit actually think I was pathetic enough to go on a date with him after what he’d done to me last year? Looking at him right then, I couldn’t even remember why I was even attracted to him in the first place. His height and looks were average and nothing to get excited over. He certainly didn’t have the rugged, bad boy look and his shoulders weren’t as broad as a linebacker’s. I never called Clayton’s name in the throes of passion—not with a vibrator, and definitely not with him, because he was the kind of lover who wasn’t a member of the Ladies First Club. Not to sound cruel, but he was a three-pump- chump. Afterward, he had the audacity to blame his short performance on me. He’d never had someone so tight and hot, yada yada yada. As if that was going to impress me.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, Clayton. Not tonight and not ever.”

“Darling, is this attitude left over from the little misunderstanding we had last year?” His smarmy voice made me want to puke. Misunderstanding? Is that what sleazebags called it these days? “Come out with me tonight, so I can make it up to you.” That pleading expression on his face was everything I dreamed of for years, but not anymore.

“Sloppy seconds just aren’t my style, Clayton. Move along before this gets really embarrassing for you.”


“I believe the lady asked you to leave.” Elijah!

Oh God! That voice! I nearly spontaneously orgasmed right on the spot. I didn’t risk
turning around and looking at him for fear of making an ass of myself. I kept my eyes on
Clayton’s surprised face instead. I waited for his eyes to return to me so that he saw how serious I was. “I did ask you to leave, and I meant it.”

“I’ll call you later.”

“No, you won’t,” Elijah and I said at the same time.

“Who the fuck are you?” Clayton asked the newcomer. He’s the man who can make me come without trying.

I felt the heat radiating off Elijah’s body as he approached and heard leather shifting before I felt the pressure of his hand on my shoulder. I closed my eyes because it felt so right.

“Who I am isn’t important,” Elijah said in a deadly calm voice. “Leave this store and do not bother her again.”

“See you around, Maegan,” Clayton said as he beat a hasty retreat out the door. I figured his next move was to call his sister and demand to know who Elijah was to me. I gave it ten minutes tops before Vanessa dialed my cell phone and eleven minutes before she called the shop’s landline when I didn’t answer my cell.

I expected Elijah to drop his hand once Clayton left, but he didn’t. Instead, he massaged my neck in small circles with his thumb. A small whimper escaped my parted lips and my head fell forward, giving him more access. A warm chuckle rumbled out of his chest and he raised his other hand to my neck and deepened his massage.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, not recognizing the husky voice as my own.

“I’ve been wanting to hear you say that since the moment we met.”

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Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Release Day for Someone to Call My Own

YAY - It's Release Day for Someone To Call My Own.  
I hope you love Emory and Jonathon as much as I did writing their story.   



COVER ARTIST:  Jay Aheer/Simply Defined Art

Psychic Emory Jackson and former black ops specialist Jonathon Silver are men from two completely different worlds with one thing in common: heartbreak. Emory still mourns the loss of his husband five years prior, and Jon is reeling with grief from the recent death of his twin brother.

Sparks fly when mutual friends introduce them, but it’s so much more than basic attraction. There’s an undeniable awareness and a sense of belonging that neither man can deny. Despite Emory’s premonition of a future with Jon, he has vowed never to love again. Jon is convinced that his tainted soul is the reason he will never have someone to call his own. What if they’re both wrong?

Maybe these broken men with their jagged edges could somehow align perfectly to form something whole and beautiful. But will that realization come too late for them?

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    “I think we need to clear the air,” Jonathon said in a calm, rational voice.

    “There’s nothing to clear,” I countered. “I’m nothing to you; you’re nothing to me.”
    “You think it’s that simple?” Jonathon took two steps toward me. I took three steps back. Jon jerked to a stop when he saw my reaction. “Emory…” He broke off and ran both his hands through his hair. “I know you felt it the night we met. I saw your eyes widen in surprise when the electricity shot through our bodies.”

    “So.” Denying it existed wasn’t working. It was time to change tactics. “That doesn’t mean I want or will act on it.” I ran my hand over the infinity tattoo I had inked over my heart. It felt like River’s name was burning my skin like he knew the truth and was calling me a liar.  Or, maybe it was anxiety that gripped my heart in its tight fist. Whatever the reason, I felt lightheaded and dizzy. Suddenly, my body felt cold and hot at the same time, and tiny little needles pricked my skin from head to toe. I licked my lips that had suddenly gone dry and numb.

    “Emory?” I heard Jonathon’s voice, but it sounded like he was calling to me at the end of a very long tunnel instead of five feet away. He walked toward me, but I kept backing away. I hoped he would stop, but I saw the determination in his eyes. “Emory, I just want to help you.”

    “Then leave,” I wheezed between gasps.

    “I’d never leave anyone alone in this condition,” Jonathon said angrily. “Now be quiet and let me help you.” He gripped my bicep firmly, but not painfully, and guided me to a kitchen chair. He gently set me in the chair then placed his hand on my stomach beneath the center of my ribs and the other on my chest. I burned beneath his touch. I wrapped my hands around his thick wrists and tried to push his hands off of me. “Stop it, Emory,” he said firmly. “You’re hyperventilating, and I can help you. I. Will. Not. Hurt. You.”

    Hot tears of humiliation flowed freely down my face. No one had ever seen me in the midst of a panic attack and I’d always been able to pull myself out of them on my own. That one was different, and I knew I needed help.

    “Ignore my hands on your body, but look into my eyes and listen to me.” His demanding, deep voice was nearly hypnotic. “Inhale deeply through your nose, Emory. Hold it for a count of three and release it slowly. When you do, you’ll feel my hands moving up and down with your lungs, and your brain will recognize you’re breathing even before the fresh oxygen pushes the carbon dioxide out of your body. Do it with me, Emory.”

    I breathed in slowly, held it for three seconds, and released it. I focused on the way his hands moved up and down with my breathing and pretended that I expelled all the bad energy with every exhale. I repeated the process ten or twelve times before I was completely calm again.

    Jonathon pulled his hands off of me and balled them into fists. He didn’t look angry or like he wanted to hit me. It looked like he needed to do something with his hands but wasn’t sure what. He lowered himself into a chair beside me.

    “What caused your panic attack?”

    “You,” I replied sullenly.

    “Emory, I haven’t done anything to you so why would the sight of me cause you to panic?” Jonathon sounded truly baffled and a little insulted.

    I knew it would take drastic measures to push him away, so I let him have it with both barrels. “I had a psychic vision about you—well. Us.”

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