Coming Next Week – Bewitch Me More!


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The best laid plans…

I had to push BEWITCH ME MORE a few days – family drama intrudeth!  However, it’s all settled now, and I’m looking forward to bringing you hot and witchy fun next week, just in time for Halloween!  I’ll toss up an excerpt in the next couple of days as well.

Here are the titles of the new stories included in BEWITCH ME MORE to whet your appetite!

BAD CANDY- A single mom takes the neighborhood warlock to task for his poor Halloween spirit, but gets caught up in naughty magical fun with him and the sexy spirit creature he accidentally conjured up.

SUGAR & SPICE – When a feisty reporter tries to seduce her way into a VIP Halloween party, the warlock bouncer she’s been flirting with has finally had enough and decides it’s time to give in to temptation and teach them both a lesson about seduction.

THE MAGIC HOUR – A mortal’s attempt to seduce his sexy, workaholic witch boss is hampered by the re-appearance of her trollish (literally!) ex-boyfriend.

ALL HALLOW’S EVE – Upon realizing that his succubus ex-girlfriend has hidden herself away from the world after a trauma, a sorcerer tracks her down to convince her to give herself and them another chance.

I can’t wait to hear what you all think!  I’ll have an updated release date after the weekend.


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Sexy Halloween GOOD STUFF Available Now!


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Need a little sexy Halloween magic to spice up your October?


The Good Stuff

Gail Martingale isn’t a bad witch, but everything about her boss Finn Parker makes her want to be – he’s the good stuff, top shelf, out of her league. The gorgeous partner at the law office where Gail works is a major distraction for a career-minded witch, but Gail is determined to break the stereotype that witches are sex-crazed beings with poor impulse control. So that means hands off! But when a frustrated Gail conjures up a sex toy with Finn Parker in mind, she is horrified to find that she’s summoned the man himself. What’s a witch to do?

Finn has never been a woman’s sex toy before, and being popped in whenever a certain hot little witch is feeling frisky is infuriating, but at the same time, impossible to resist. But he can’t deny that she makes his boring life more interesting. Can Finn convince Gail to give a real relationship a chance before she finds a way to undo the magic that binds them together? Finn is determined to make it happen, even if it means embracing his new role as a sex toy, again and again and again.


There will be four more short Halloween stories in the upcoming BEWITCH ME MORE (Bewitch Me, Vol.2) – available around Oct. 20th or whenever I finish editing, but until then, you can check out more magical fun and games in Volume 1:

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Halloween Sneak Peek!


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Coming Soon!

I’m hoping to have this up over the weekend, but here’s some cover art and an excerpt to get your Hump Day going.

The Good Stuff


THE GREEN-EYED WITCH was staring at him again, this time in the elevator.  Finn had a hard time ignoring it, because he really wanted to stare back and get a better look at those hypnotic eyes, the curve of her lips.

He wanted to count her freckles with his tongue.

She was wearing another simple gray suit, cut conservatively.  It only hinted at the lush curves Finn was convinced were hidden under that boxy jacket.

The doors opened on the fifty-second floor and the other passengers filed out, leaving them alone for the climb to eighty-seven.

“Do you have any plans for Halloween, Mr. Parker?”

It took Finn a moment to realize that the pretty witch was actually talking to him, and God help him, the husky sound of her voice had his cock taking serious notice.

“No.  Just work.  My building doesn’t get a lot of trick-or-treaters.”

He smiled apologetically.

“I’m so sorry, but I don’t know your name, Ms….”

“Gail Martingale.”  Her voice was crisp, the hint of disappointment obvious.


They rose a few more awkwardly silent floors and Finn mentally punched himself in the balls.

“I’m sure you have much more interesting plans than I do, Ms. Martingale.  From what I understand, the magical community goes all out.”

“They do.  But I’m not sure what I’m going to do yet.  Staying home and watching horror movies in my PJs sounds a little more appealing than the party scene this year.”

She gave him a look he couldn’t decipher, but he was distracted, the thought of her wrapped in soft garments that had been washed a million times taking over his brain and raising his temperature.  They would hug every curve – a worn tank top, perhaps, and a skimpy pair of boyshorts that had a tendency to ride up her hips.

Finn took a sharp breath, swallowing as his mouth went dry, grateful that his folded overcoat hid his burgeoning erection.  At this rate, he was going to have to jerk off in his private washroom if he had any hope of getting things done today.

“That sounds…like fun,” he managed.

Gail smiled.

Suddenly, the elevator lurched, pushing her into his arms as it ground to a halt.  Adrenaline surging, Finn dropped his coat and briefcase, catching her instinctively, hearing her little gasp as her body crushed against his.  The lights flickered, an alarm going off.  Finn took a deep breath, his racing heart calming as rational thought kicked back in – the building was new, state of the art.  They were perfectly safe.

“Are you – ”

The words got caught in his throat as he registered the curve of her waist under his hands, the toned thighs that pressed against his as their legs tangled, and the soft fullness of her breasts against his chest.  His cock was an iron brand pressing into the softness of her stomach, and her eyes widened as she registered the contact, then dark lashes swept down, pink tinging her cheeks.

“I’m sure we’ll be moving again in a minute,” she murmured breathlessly, her green eyes half-lidded.

Was it his imagination or did she press a little closer?

She smelled incredible, like crisp apples and something slightly spicy.

Her hand was gripping his bicep, but instead of letting go, she slid it down his forearm to where he held her by the waist, her hand touching his, the skin-to-skin contact wiping every rational though from his brain.  She rubbed the sensitive spot between his thumb and forefinger for a brain melting second before pulling back.  His body protested the sudden loss of her soft warmth.

Then the lights flickered back to full power, and the elevator jerked once, and then started its smooth upward climb again.  The whole incident had only lasted a couple of minutes, but Finn’s mind was reeling, his body tight and aching from the shocking intimacy of an accidental moment in a dark elevator.  Before he could get his vocal cords to emit something other than a lustful growl, the scent of apples and spice in his lungs, the elevator was coming to a halt, and Gail Martingale slipped out as though she couldn’t wait to get away from him.  Finn gathered his fallen coat and briefcase and followed more sedately, absently rubbing the spot where she’d touched him, watching her scurry off, straightening her jacket and probably completely unaware that she’d turned him inside out.



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Ugh, what a year.  Can we just write this one off and start over with 2016?  I’ve had a few questions, so here are a few answers!

WHERE is Safe From the Storm???

I’m so close, but there are a few story threads that aren’t sitting quite right, mostly because SFS sets up Safe From the Wild, which is next, so everything has to hang together.  I’m still editing, but it’s looking good.

What’s new?

It’s October!  I’ve been hoarding magical little Halloween stories all year, so those will be coming out in the next couple of weeks.  First, a short story that will go up on its own, then BEWITCH ME MORE, which will have four more hot and witchy tales you probably shouldn’t read at work.

What else?

The site needs some updating – I have a couple of new paranormal series in the works, so stay tuned for new posts and excerpts on those.  I’ll try to post cover art for the first Halloween short tonight or tomorrow with an excerpt, and of course, the first BEWITCH ME collection is still available on Amazon.

May your leaves be changing colors, your fall boots sexy yet comfy, and your lattes be pumpkin and served by a Chris Hemsworth clone.



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Hello, my beloved readers!

I’m sure you’ve noticed I’ve been completely absent here lately.  Apologies – life got in the way, and I had to just step back and deal with it.  But I’m happy to be back and hope to pick up where I left off!

Right now, I’m up to my ears trying to finish SAFE FROM THE STORM, which is so close, I can taste it (and how does it taste?  HOT!!!  Is that TMI? LOL…)

To get your summer off to a good start, here’s one of my favorite summer shorts to read over your lunch break, or on the subway, or when you desperately need to get away from the other inhabitants of the house.  May we all have sexy anthropologists and tropical beaches in our lives.

Playing Hooky - SMALLThanks for sticking with me – there are some great stories coming up this year and I can’t wait to share them with you!



A New Year of Sizzling Reads!

Happy New Year!!!

2014 was a challenge, but everything is new again and I’m looking forward to bringing you pages and pages of scorching hot, funny, and heartwarming reads to keep you company through the long winter ahead!

Hope you all enjoyed NICK (THE KRINGLE BOYS #1) – look for ETHAN’s story as the holidays roll around again.

Look for two new Bright’s Ferry titles – SAFE FROM THE STORM will be out in January, and I’m aiming to have SAFE FROM THE WILD out in late spring.

New genres coming your way, too!  Paranormal hotness in my HEARTS OF STONE series – I’m planning to release the two prequels along with Book #1 to give you plenty to dive into, and some seriously sexy historical action with HIS TO PLEASURE.

You can see my 2015 dream list under the 500,000 word tab above, and though I’m pretty sure I won’t get through all of it, it’s good to dream big.

Have a wonderful, happy start to 2015 – the world is full of possibilities today!

Happy reading and stay tuned for updates and excerpts starting next week!



A Hot Holiday FREEBIE from the Kringle Girls!!!

To celebrate the release of a sizzling new Kringle book, it’s time for a freebie!  HOLLY (THE KRINGLE GIRLS #1) will be free this week (Dec. 15 – Dec. 19), so snap up your copy today!


You can read all of the Kringles’ naughty adventures in THE KRINGLE GIRLS Collection and the brand new KRINGLE BOYS novella, NICK!

Merry Christmas!

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HOT EXCERPT!!! Updates and More


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Good morning!

I know, I fell off the planet there for a while.  It’s been a tough couple of months – some crazy family and work stuff that basically took over my life.  I got to the point where I just had to drop everything and deal with it.  Very happy that I’m finally getting back to writing.

I owe you some books!  This is going to be a great month – Kringles and Bright’s Ferry coming your way, and I’d like to finish Shiny Things and get that out to you as well.  ALSO, I’ve got a new romantic suspense series starting up – adventure, danger, and of course a hot relationship between a reckless spy and the assistant to a spoiled pop princess.  I’m hoping we’ll follow Knight and Zoe through a few books, to really get a chance to play around with them.  Hopefully Book #1 for August – I still have some research to do.

Enjoy and stay tuned – details as I have them!!!  It’s so good to be back.



Knight’s Temptation – Book #1 of KNIGHT AFFAIRS

Agent Knight is on the trail of a killer. Again. But after a decade of saving the world from criminals, despots, terrorists, and all their deadly toys, the game is starting to wear thin. Knight is seriously thinking of calling it quits, right after he takes down this assassin, preferably before he makes an attempt on the life of the American Ambassador to Malaysia. Piece of cake. Unfortunately, Knight is distracted by a touring pop star’s mousy little assistant, who seems determined to get in his way at every turn. She’s stubborn. She’s opinionated. And Knight has never wanted to taste a woman so badly in his life…

Zoe Fenelon has made a career of smoothing ruffled feathers as personal assistant and BFF in residence to Violetta Lang, a high maintenance pop princess on a world tour. Zoe knows how to handle the adoring fans and the media frenzy, how to keep her charge happy and on schedule, and how to deal with months on the road. But when six-plus feet of rumpled hotness stumbles past security and into her hotel suite one night, the ever-resourceful Zoe is completely out of her depth. The heat that sparks between Zoe and the man who calls himself Knight could burn down a city, but this is neither the time nor the place. Zoe has a tour to run and Knight has…well, whatever it is that puts a man in constant danger of being shot, stabbed, kidnapped, and tortured on a daily basis. It isn’t long before Zoe gets swept up into Knight’s world of secrets and spies, but is their connection more than just irresistible temptation? And will they survive long enough to find out?


A sleepy Zoe has just stumbled into the posh hotel suite kitchen to find a rumpled Knight wrapping his bleeding arm with a dishtowel….He’s a little surprised that she’s not more freaked out.

SHE HADN’T NOTICED THE blood, he realized.

“Oh please, you’re not the first man to sneak out of Vi’s bedroom in the middle of the night. At least you had the courtesy to get dressed first. Take the service elevator a couple of floors down and then take the stairs. Violetta told the press that she’s off men for the length of the tour and I’d like to keep it that way.”

She opened the fridge and retrieved a water bottle, giving him a better glimpse of her in the dim room. Not mousy as he’d first thought. She had delicate features and huge blue eyes, and an hourglass shape that her camisole and sleep shorts did nothing to hide. Knight liked details, and this woman – whoever she was – had some very fine details. Like the creamy, toned legs that led down to cute little purple-painted toenails. Like the curve of her throat as she tipped the bottle back for a long swig. Like the pretty, full tits that pressed against the front of her camisole – not huge, but exquisite. Knight suddenly found that his mouth was dry. Very, very dry.

She was looking at him expectantly.

Oh right, I’m leaving.

“I didn’t sleep with her.”

The words just popped out, and Knight cursed inwardly. Better to let her think he and Violetta were having a one-night stand, and leave them to puzzle it out in the morning. But suddenly it seemed important that this woman not lump him in with the rest of the idiot male population who would no doubt leap at the invitation.

She frowned.

“I don’t understand. If you didn’t – ”

“The window was open.”

Knight winced as the words came tumbling out.

What is wrong with me?

Her eyes widened, and Knight saw the fear creep in as her hand tightened on the water bottle. Knight watched her eyes flick toward the phone, and moved before the thought was even fully formed, impressed with how she fought back. He dodged a knee to the groin and pinned her to the fridge, careful not to injure her, a hand tight over her mouth, her wrists captured behind her.

Should have just knocked her out, Knight. Idiot.

“Don’t scream,” he whispered, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

She was panting, her eyes wide and scared, and Knight hated himself for it. He was very aware of her under his hands and against his body, lush and feminine and delightfully curved, everywhere, with intriguing muscle tone under warm skin. Her breasts pressed into his chest and he levered his hips back from hers, away from temptation. His cock had a mind of its own and the last thing he wanted to do was to scare her further.

“Just listen. I am running from some dangerous men. I didn’t know whose window this was. I just want to get out of here before the guys with guns realize that I’m not where they left me. Do you believe me?”

She watched him for a long moment, scanning his face with wide blue eyes. Finally, she nodded. Slowly, Knight moved his hand from her mouth, tense in case she changed her mind.

“I’m glad someone taught you to defend yourself,” he said.

“Well, obviously it didn’t work.”

She sounded pissed.

“If I were any other man, it would have.”

She frowned at that.

“Oh, but because you’re you, it didn’t? You’re unbelievably arrogant for a…whatever you are.”

Knight grinned.

“Gonna smack me if I tell you how cute you are when you’re angry?”

“And sexist, too,” she spat.

She wriggled in his grip, but he held her fast. The movement brought him flush against her again and she froze at the inadvertent press of his hard cock against her stomach. Knight wanted to groan at the sensation, but stifled it.

“You’re not cute because you’re a woman and therefore inferior. You’re cute because you’re cute.”


ZOE WAS PRETTY SURE this was some kind of dream. A very weird, very confusing dream. Being around Violetta meant being subjected to awkward interactions with her brief paramours, but Zoe had never had one pin her against a fridge and insult her before.

But this isn’t one of Vi’s flings, she reminded herself, This is…I don’t know what this is.

Whoever he was, he was big but surprisingly agile, and it was infuriating that her weeks at self-defense boot camp had been so easily trounced with a flick of his wrist. She’d taken down drunken fanboys twice her size with those moves, but this one hadn’t broken a sweat. He had nondescript, sandy brown hair, and in the dark his eyes were either gray or green, but the way they looked at her made her feel bare in more ways than one. And every inch of his hard, muscled form was pressed to hers, the fridge cold against her back, an impressive bulge pressed hard against her stomach.

She could practically feel it as his eyes skimmed down her body.

“Is this what you sleep in?” he asked, distracted.

The Tardis-printed boxers and blue camisole weren’t exactly high fashion.

“When I’m alone, yes.”

The stranger’s eyes lingered on the pulse at the base of her throat.

“What about when you’re not alone?”

The words were soft, rhetorical, but sent a spear of heat straight to Zoe’s gut.

“That’s none of your business,” she said, breathless.

His tongue darted out to flick his lip and Zoe felt her pussy clench in response.

He’s so fucking hot.

He still had her pressed against the fridge

“I really have to go,” he said.

He sounded confused.

“That’s a good idea.”

Please, before I self-combust.

But he didn’t move.

Was he closer?

He seems closer.

“I’m sorry I disturbed your evening,” he said conversationally, but dipped his hips, subtly, just enough to align his cock with her softness.

Traitorous body. Everything inside Zoe melted, and she gasped, breathing in a drugging lungful of a subtle, bay-scented aftershave and man.

She moaned.

“Fuck me,” murmured the man holding her wrists, and then his mouth lowered to brush against hers once. Twice.

He tasted so good.


With a yank, Zoe’s hands were free, but instead of pushing him away, it felt like second nature to pull his head down and make him do it right. Her mouth attacked his, hot and wet and conquering.

And he kissed her back.

Oh. My. Sweet. Fuck.

For several long minutes it was nothing but heat, pleasure swamping Zoe as the stranger’s mouth and tongue and hands and body erased all previous notions of what a kiss should be.   It wasn’t until she felt a warm palm cupping her breast, her bare breast, teasing the nipple with a deft, exploratory touch, that she pulled back with a gasp, even as she wanted to arch into him for more, and then pull him to the floor so that she could have her wicked way with him.

He stepped away from her, nearly stumbling back.

“Your…” he began, running a hand over his mouth, waving toward her torso.

Shakily, Zoe realized that her cami was down around her waist, her nipples peaked and on display for the total stranger in her hotel suite.

Totally hot stranger.

She urged her libido to shut up and yanked her shirt up.

“That was…I’m going to go now.”

Zoe could only manage a nod. He shook his head as though stunned, and with a last searing look, slipped out the door, leaving her in the dark kitchen, alone.


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