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Wednesday, January 15, 2014


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Leave a comment, and your email, which approves receiving my newsletter, and you'll be entered for a drawing of your choice of any of my books. I'll select 3 winners at the end. AND every day I'll pick one readers to receive a copy of HIS LEADING LADY.

How does a rookie quarterback react when faced with the truth about his leading lady? Is his play for her a touchdown or only a false start? A chance meeting with gorgeous actress, Penny Thatcher, has Mark Davis smitten. Luck breaks his way weeks later when he meets her on a blind date. After an all-out blitz to win her affections, the public revelation of an ugly secret intercepts his forward progress. Will Mark get tackled by the humiliation? Is he in the game to win or will he walk away from her, chalking it up to a fumble on the goal line?

Risking it all in their journey for love, the Caldwells face unexpected obstacles. Taking chances, making sacrifices, and a huge measure of trust test their devotion. Chase Lawson returns to pursue Kaitlyn Baines. Can she forget the heartbreak he caused, and let him back into her life? 


While walking her pug in Central Park, Rory Sampson is run down by a bike. She presses charges against arrogant biker, Dr. Hack Roberts, veterinarian. He plans revenge, only to find himself attracted to the sharp-tongued, soft-hearted writer, who rescues pugs. Will he ignore a previous commitment and voice his true feelings? An unexpected sentence from a judge puts arrogant Hack Roberts, and sarcastic Rory Sampson in a tight spot together. Will attraction trump attitude? (Releasing 1/17)

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Monday, January 13, 2014


Here's an excerpt of the second book I'm writing for my new series, Manhattan Dinner Club, with Secret Cravings. The book has no title as yet. This is a bit steamy, (with some rather warm pics too) so if that offends you, go back to Tuesday Tales. (link at the bottom of the page)
    This is Bess's first time in the bedroom with Whit, the hot next door neighbor. They've become friends and he's decided to take it to the next level. We enter in the middle.

“Wow,” slipped from her lips. He blushed immediately and chuckled. His gaze traveled slowly up and down her bare frame.

“You’re amazing. Great body,” he said, stepping closer and resting his hands on her hips. He pulled her up against him and ravaged her mouth while his hands got familiar with her curves.

“Your skin is like satin,” he said, gliding his hand along her thigh and over to cup her rear end. 
Wrapping her arms around him, she crushed her breasts into his chest. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, coaxing her, caressing her, exciting her. An ache grew inside. She wanted him, now. 

Bess ripped the covers down on
her bed. Whit kissed her as he lowered her down gently. 
“I’m going to take my time…” 
“But you’re…” 
“Don’t care. No rushing this.” He smiled down warmly at her, then began his assault, first her mouth. He moved down to nibble on her neck, the further down to her chest. She sighed, closing her eyes, thinking only about what she was feeling. His expert touch slid over her silky skin, stopping to softly pinch a sensitive area. He devoured her breasts, with his hands, lips and mouth. 
“Models don’t have much upstairs, do they?” 
“Not like these. God, they’re gorgeous,” he said, panting. 
She gripped his shoulders, enjoying the feel of strong muscle and smooth skin. The smattering of hair on his chest tickled her abdomen. Try as she might, she couldn’t stifle a giggle. He raised his head.
“What’s so funny?”

“You’re tickling me?”

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