Claimed in Forbidden is Out Now!

I am happy to announce that you can now get Claimed in Forbidden everywhere! It has been released on Apple Books, B&N, and Kobo, and it is up for preorder on Amazon, to come out next Monday if all goes well!

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Here’s what I loved about this book:

  • writing with Keira (this is a total joy)
  • the antagonist is super gross and creepy, but also funny
  • the hero, Declan, is afraid of creepy-crawlies
  • the heroine, Daphne, has a can-do-it, positive attitude
  • the love between Declan and Daphne was just so freaking sweet. At times they wanted to yell at each other, and other times they wanted to tear each other’s clothes off

Overall, I had the best time writing this book, and I hope you love it, too!

‘Twas the Night of the Full Moon

This is going out in my newsletter tomorrow, but I just couldn’t wait to share it!

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’Twas the night of the full moon and all through the clan

a creature was roaming—was he bear, was he man?

Gruff and commanding and misunderstood,

the shifter stepped out of the dark, piney wood.

 

Alone in her cottage, a sweet spinster sat,

reading a romance novel, safe with her cat.

When lo and behold, a knock on the door

announced a huge hottie she’d not met before.

 

“Let me in,” he said, “’cause our love’s meant to be.

You’re mine and I’m yours, so don’t argue with me.”

His muscles were rippling, he had abs for days.

She wanted to touch him in intimate ways.

 

But he was a stranger, and bossy, at that.

She stood, hands on hips, and unseated her cat.

“What’s that?” she sputtered. “We haven’t gone on a date!

You can’t barge in here and declare me your mate!”

 

“I can and I will, because our love is true.

Ask anything of me, I’ll prove it to you.”

She looked in his eyes and read truth in his face.

The love she saw there made her lonely heart race.

 

Their hearts were as one, they fit perfectly,

and deep down she knew their love was meant to be.

He kissed her and pleased her up against the wall,

and she sighed, “Insta-love ain’t so bad after all.”

2019 in Review

So, what book babies did I push out this year? Let’s take a look! (Seriously, as I type this, I have no freakin’ clue, so this is as much for me as it is for anyone reading, haha.)

A peek through my 2019 calendar reveals these beauties!

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Ruthless Misfit

Oracle Defiant (with Keira Blackwood)

Oracle Adored (with Keira Blackwood)

Ruthless Outlaw

Dragon Ever After (with Keira Blackwood)

Ruthless Fighter

Hope Reclaimed (with Keira Blackwood) (And my first audiobook! Click here for the audiobook links!)

Orphan Entangled (with Keira Blackwood)

Spellcaster Hidden (with Keira Blackwood)

Savage Penance

Ruthless Rogue

It’s not quite as much as I’d set out to do when 2019 began, but I’m still proud of these books. I fell in love with the characters and their stories, and I’m so lucky to have had this year to write them.

Besides, one thing I learned about myself this year is that I will always plan way more than I’m capable of. The trick is learning not to beat myself up when I don’t achieve the loftier-than-lofty goals I concocted.

More important than any writing goals are the readers. Thank you so much for being a part of this year in publishing. ❤

Ruthless Rogue – Available Now!

Ruthless Rogue is out today! This one features a book seller heroine. She was a blast to write, because I once worked in a book store much like the one she owns.

Here’s an excerpt that shows her at an estate sale, looking into buying some used books for her store.

“Ah,” Koffman said. “Well, I suppose you want to see the books?”

“Very much,” Faith said with a smile.

She followed Koffman down the hall. It was filled with furniture—plush chairs, dining chairs, a large dining room table that spanned a good six feet. There were tea carts and ornate shelves, two china cabinets, plus divans and sofas and even some bed headboards. Eleazer Manford had been a rich old man, and it showed.

“We thought it would be best to bring the furniture all to the first floor,” Koffman said in explanation. “That way people don’t have to hunt through the house.”

“How many stories are there?” Faith asked.

“Three, with a generous basement. That’s where Mr. Manford kept his books.”

“In the…basement?” Faith asked. Her expectation of a gleaming library might need a slight adjustment. “I hope it was controlled for temperature and humidity?”

Koffman gave a loud, braying laugh. When Faith didn’t join in the merriment, Koffman turned to face her. “You were serious?”

“I thought…I thought I was coming to look at…at the books of a rich misanthrope who cared for nothing but his ancient tomes.” It sounded like a romantic and silly notion with Koffman blinking at her in surprise.

“No, I’m sorry,” Koffman said. “You have the misanthrope part correct, but this is the library of his wife, who predeceased him by some forty years. He moved her books to the basement.”

Faith’s shoulders fell. She’d gotten up early for this. She’d been looking forward to this opportunity for months. And now she’d be sorting through boxes of books with moldy pages and crumbling bindings, likely full of booklice. If there was anything good in the mix, Faith would likely have to either invest time in restoring it herself, or, more likely, pay for the books to be restored by an expert.

“Well, this way,” Koffman said, continuing along.

Faith thought of returning to her car, driving home, and hiding in her bed with her copy of Renegade Player, but that wasn’t professional. She at least had to give this collection a chance.

She followed Koffman down a set of concrete stairs. To Koffman’s credit, she’d set up several bright floor lamps; the single bulb from the ceiling wouldn’t have been enough to see anything down here.

Faith shivered in the chill, but immediately walked to one of the large folding tables which had been set up. Cardboard file boxes sat atop them, some of the corners splitting, some stained with damp.

This was a crime—this was an outrage. No book deserved to be treated this way. Even Moby Dick, which was one of the worst books Faith had read, did not deserve to be stored like this. Faith was tempted to dig up old Eleazer and bring him back to life, just so she could slap him around a bit.

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You can get your copy of Ruthless Rogue from your favorite retailer! Click here, or tap the image above. ❤

Ruthless Rogue – Coming Soon!

Four weeks until Ian’s book is available! I can’t wait. This bear shifter is all rogue on the outside, and all squishy teddy bear on the inside. When I started writing, I had no idea he’d be so sweet and tender, and I fell in love with this character!

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Sleep didn’t come. He was listening so intently, he though he imagined the soft knock on his door.

He jumped up. The sheets tangled around one of his legs and he nearly fell on his face. But he caught himself just in time, disentangled his foot, and rushed to the door. He pulled it open, and there she stood, tears tracking down her cheeks.

“Babe,” he said, tugging her forward.

Her arms wrapped around him and he held her tight.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I want to stay with you,” she said.

Somehow, he got the distinct impression that it had been incredibly difficult for her to say those words. He maneuvered half out of their hug so he could bend and reach around the backs of her knees, then he carried her into the cabin like she was his bride.

By the time he slammed the door shut with his foot, her tears had stopped.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” he asked her.

“Not really.”

He brought her into the bedroom and laid her down on his bed. Their bed, if she would stay with him. He didn’t have much to offer, and likely she was used to a nice house or apartment in town. But if she would agree to be with him, he’d do whatever it took to make her happy here.

Climbing into bed after her, he tucked the blankets around them and pulled her close. She wasn’t crying anymore, so that was a good sign.

His dick was happy to be so close to her, but he willed it down. In his experience, women didn’t cry because they wanted sex.

Eventually, her breathing evened out, and her heart rate, and he contented himself with holding her close. This was all he needed—to be close to his mate.

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