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Saturday, March 4, 2017

This week, I'm offering a tantalizing excerpt from one of my favorite books. Shhh. Don't tell the others. This book was a challenge to write in a different way. Gunther Quill had been a bad guy two books ahead of this one. But I promised to write his story and when it was done, it had become one I adored. Still do. 

So I'm happy to share this piece of Lovers & Liars with you. Here you go:

For her new job, Erica was being forced to live with one of the biggest lies of her life, and she was damned uncomfortable about it. Amy, her roommate and Quill’s former assistant, had convinced Erica to lie on her resume, claiming she had graduated from an Ivy League college. In the interview, Erica had convinced Gunther that she had no interest in acting, even though a career as an actress was her heart’s desire, and she had talent.
He was adamant about not hiring someone who would use him as a stepping stone. Which is exactly what I plan to do. She remembered Amy quoting him—‘I’m not paying someone to use my contacts to build their career. I’m paying them to be my assistant. That’s all!’
Amy had convinced Erica that Quill was a bad guy, a mean slave driver who deserved to be duped. Erica had no cash, no connections, and no way to get her foot in the door. Until now.
Lying wasn’t her style. Her late mother had often said her daughter was too truthful for her own good. But her inability to find work had made her desperate. Amy was moving out soon. Erica had to earn money fast or be thrown out on the street. Gunther Quill was her only chance. When she got the job, humiliation and shame had filled her heart, along with relief. Thank God Mom isn’t here to see this.
Amy gloated over her plan to trick Quill, saying Erica could pull it off because she was such a good actress. But on her first day, the butterflies in her stomach felt more like snakes, and her underarms grew damp. What’s the difference between acting and lying? Acting is lying on the stage, right? Then this is just lying?
Unlike a little white lie about liking a friend’s ugly new dress, this was big time lying that could have serious consequences. What if he catches on? I’m fired. If I lose this job... Erica couldn’t bear to think about what might happen. Maybe if I work really hard, I can keep the job. I just need one break.
The sound of her sensible shoes on the pavement beat a rhythm. Take it, take it, take it. This is your chance. Your one chance to make it. You have to take it. Work hard. I can’t go home. She took a deep breath as she pushed through the doors of the office building, entered the elevator, and hit the button for the tenth floor. Now to face Amy’s monster, Gunther Quill.
But he hadn’t appeared to be a monster to Erica when she’d interviewed with him. One look at the man had sent a sizzle through her body. Dark hair with a few gray ones at his temples, and dark eyes that left a burn wherever they stared, took her breath away. He was tall, lean, and sexy as hell.
She had been expecting a hulking figure of a man, with giant eyebrows, a fierce scowl, and dirty fingernails. Maybe drooling. She had been taken off guard by the gorgeous, impatient man firing questions at her.

Erica gritted her teeth, preparing herself to deceive the devastatingly attractive Gunther Quill and make a connection with a casting director to secure herself a movie role. Her breath hitched in her throat when she eyed the door. The sign read Gunther Quill Productions in large brass letters. She gripped the handle, took one more deep breath, and pulled it open.

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Friday, February 3, 2017

Here's a snippet from the first book in the series. 


 In New York City, Dan Alexander, star pitcher for the New York Nighthawks, finished his vodka tonic in The Hideout, his favorite club in Hell’s Kitchen in Manhattan. Valerie Downs tossed her blonde hair and trained her brown eyes on him. The next step was taking her back to his spacious, Riverside Drive apartment and screwing her brains out.
His shifted his weight, put his glass on the bar, and stared at his hands. Not happening tonight. It wasn’t as if he didn’t enjoy the sex, but she insisted on staying the night. And the next morning, babbled on and on about her job in advertising and who was fucking whom, professionally and personally. He didn’t like her constant complaints, and he hated gossip. Growing up with three older sisters, he’d had enough gossip by the time he was twelve to last a lifetime.
So, regardless of her curves and ability to deliver a mind-numbing blow job, Valerie was growing old.
“Let’s blow this joint. Get it? Blow?” She laughed at her own joke.
“Yeah, uh. I get it. But not tonight. I’ve got an early practice tomorrow.”
“You’re not pitching ’til Monday.”
“I know. But practice starts tomorrow at nine.”
She made a face, pulling her mouth down in a most unattractive way. He helped her on with her coat and shrugged into his leather jacket. Then, he slipped fifty bucks into her hand.
“I’m putting you in a taxi.”
“Sometimes you’re a real dud, you know that?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry. Just not happening tonight.” He flagged down a cab and helped her in. Her mile-high heels almost tripped her up. He wondered how women walked in those things. And they all wore them. He stood for a moment, watching people coming and going from The Hideout. The women all looked the same. The men too. He smiled. Yes, he was dressed like the other guys.

“Buncha lemmings,” he muttered, as he whistled for another vehicle for himself.

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Saturday, January 7, 2017


Because it's nasty outside -- cold, snowy and gray, I've chosen to post fast facts about tulips, along with pictures I snapped in warmer weather. I've included more than 5 facts, since I have so many pictures! 

Hopefully this will take you away from a frigid Saturday into the bright sunshine...

1. There are over 150 species of tulip.

2. Tulips are part of the lily family. 

3. Tulips only bloom for 3-7 days in the spring. 

4. Tulips come in almost any color

5. To some, tulips blooming means spring has arrived! 

6. Tulips used to be an expensive flower, but no more. 

7. The best time to plant tulips is in the fall, so that the bulbs can take root before the winter freezes the ground.

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Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Happy 2017! 

Here's a word search puzzle, using the names of the characters from my football romance books in the FIRST & TEN series. Print it out and enjoy! 

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Sunday, January 1, 2017

LATEST NEWS! Matt Jackson, Catcher #romance #baseball #sportsromance

The publishing of my series, Bottom of the Ninth, baseball romance, continues with the new release of book 2, MATT JACKSON, CATCHER.

A bit about the book:

Matt Jackson, clutch hitter, fielder extraordinaire, and team captain, is dynamite on the baseball field, but a loser with women. Or is he? He makes a show of coming on to chicks in bars, but always strikes out. Convinced being dateless is safer, Matt keeps his distance from women. Is he simply an insensitive chauvinist, or a crafty man hiding a secret?
Everything he believes in is challenged the day he walks in on a beautiful woman in the locker room. Dusty, the sharp-tongued spitfire, cuts the all-star pro down to size. Unwilling to accept second-class status, she challenges everything he knows about women.

Does a solo life make living with emotional pain easier? Drawn to the stunning, talented woman, Matt has a long way to go to win her trust. Getting close to Dusty is dangerous. Can he risk his well-protected heart? Matt faces a difficult choice -- will he make the right decision?

How about a little taste from the book? 

February, Sandy Key, Florida

Depressed after losing the World Series, Matt needed sunshine, which was in short supply in February in New York. In the weeks before spring training started, he’d agreed to head up a two-week camp for underprivileged kids. Matt wouldn’t be doing it alone, some joker, named Dusty Carmichael, from professional softball would partner with him.
The catcher sniffed. This asshole, Carmichael, was a pitcher. How good could he be playing men’s softball? The guy’s probably a fucking amateur and doesn’t know shit about baseball. It annoyed him to think he’d be running the show with little help from someone who didn’t know crap and was getting paid a bundle. He shook his head. Why did he always get stuck with the losers?
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he got. He shouldered his equipment bag and headed for the locker room. He stopped at the stadium entrance and flashed his credentials to the security guard.
“That guy Carmichael here yet?”
“Yeah, but—”
Matt waved him away and continued on. At least the sun was shining. It was seventy-three degrees—perfect weather for baseball. Sure beat the twenty degree, cloudy day he’d left in New York the morning before. Arriving an hour ahead of time, he whistled as he strolled along. Matt had a thing about being late and showed up early to most everything.
He waved at the janitor as he pushed open the locker room door.
“You can’t…”
But Matt didn’t hear the rest. He looked up to see beautiful, long auburn locks hanging down from the head of a woman, who was dressed only in panties. She was bending over, brushing her hair, so he couldn’t see her face, and she couldn’t see him. At the click of the door closing, she snapped up straight, whipping her tresses back, so that they fell down her back and revealed the most gorgeous breasts he’d ever seen.
Her eyes widened. “Get out! Get out!”
Matt froze, his gaze locked on her chest before he realized what he was doing. He covered his eyes with his hand and backed toward the exit. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know there was a woman in here.”
“Big fat lie, asshole. Get out!”
He peeked through his fingers, but the previous view was covered by her bare arms. He still managed to take in a middle with some ab definition and long, slender legs. Her white panties were almost see-through. Almost.
“Get out!”
With one hand, she rifled a gym bag at him, scoring a direct hit. Reaching behind his back, he found the door handle and was in the hall in a flash. Heat ran up his chest, to his neck and his face. The woman was stunning. He didn’t know if his flush was from sexual excitement or embarrassment. Maybe both.


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