Teaser from You Taste So Sweet (my WIP)


Now that my rockstar romance has been accepted by Evernight, I’ve moved on. I’m writing a new menage and it’s got zombies, a woman named Lark, and some serious angst. This is the very beginning of the book (rough draft version):

“Olivia, they’re coming up the outside walls!” Lark yelled, gripping the bat in her right hand so tightly she couldn’t feel her fingertips anymore. “Shit! Get the hairspray.”

“It’s our last bottle! Forget it, just shut the window,” her best friend and roommate said. “We can’t risk it. My dad is coming—”

“Olivia, I swear to God, get the damn hairspray. We don’t have time to argue about this.” Lark held out a hand, not even looking to make sure Olivia listened. She couldn’t take her eyes off the creatures directly below them. They were hideous: grey faces under scraggly hair, chunks of skin missing. Every time she remembered that they were once human, some of them friends, she wanted to vomit.

Focus, Lark. No time to think of that now! she told herself, swallowing hard. When Olivia slipped the cool bottle of hairspray into her palm, she tucked the bat under her arm and flipped out her lighter in one smooth motion. “Stand back,” she warned, then leaned out the window, lighting the aerosol. A tongue of flame shot down, catching the last bits of ivy still clinging to the brick. It also caught the three zombies clawing their way up. Their bodies flared, heat rising so fast Lark had to duck back inside before she could tell if she’d got them all. She slammed the window shut, hands shaking.

“Are you okay?” Olivia asked.

“Jesus, Olivia. That was close,” Lark replied, slumping down. “Why didn’t you give me the can sooner?”

“My dad is coming,” Olivia insisted again.

Lark didn’t know what that had to do with anything.

Teaser from Mr. Rockstar (my WIP)

Martin guitar

Okay, I couldn’t resist. I’m still revising, hoping to finish tonight or tomorrow and send this off to my publisher, but I had to share this scene (unedited, be warned). I think it may be my favorite from the whole novel. The scene opens with Marvin (Mr. Rockstar) having just finished playing, for the first time, a song he wrote about Isabelle:

When he was done, Ian’s face was white. “Jesus, Vin. What the hell was that?”

Marvin closed his eyes, fingers still tingling from the strings. “What do you mean?”

“Fuck. You’re in love with my sister.”

Marvin’s gut seized up. Except, Ian didn’t look angry. He looked shocked. Marvin opened his mouth to say something, anything, but before he could speak, Ian continued.

“That was the best song you’ve ever written in your life. Marvin, my God…” he trailed off.

Marvin frowned, fingers splayed on the guitar like lost children. He still didn’t know what to say.

“You have more, don’t you?” Ian asked, hazel eyes penetrating. He looked a lot like his sister, suddenly.

“Yeah.” Marvin swallowed. “I have a couple more. Maybe three.” He ran the tips of his fingers down the strings, filling the room with sound. “Or four.”

Ian was already moving, shoving Marvin’s paper aside and flicking switches. “Get in the room and sing that again.”

Marvin stared. “What about your sister?”

Ian snorted. “Yeah, we’re going to have words about that. Words like: ‘Why the fuck did you leave her you asshole?’ But right now, I want to set up the microphone for your guitar.” He shoved past and went into the sound booth, dragging a cord and microphone stand with him. When he’d gotten the equipment arranged to his satisfaction, he grabbed Marvin by the shoulder and pushed him into the room. “Sit. Play.”

Marvin sat. And then he sang his damn heart out.

Teaser! Dream Marked 4 in progress

dream marked 4 teaser

How many of you are waiting for me to write the fourth book in the Dream Marked series? If you are, you’re in luck. I’m working on it right now!

Here is a little teaser from what I’ve done so far with Dream Marked 4 (unedited, rough draft):

Sparrow knew who he was. Everyone knew who he was: President Morgan Wilde. Tall, dark hair, blue eyes. Intelligent.

What Sparrow could not figure out was what he was doing in her dream. She wasn’t one of the groupies who flocked to the White House trying to get a glimpse of the youngest President ever elected. So what if he was handsome? Powerful? Sparrow wasn’t the kind of woman who wasted her time mooning after an unattainable prize. She wasn’t the kind of woman who needed a man to complete her. So why was she dreaming about him again?

They were somewhere dark. The back of a limo, driving at night. Like usual, her arms itched and she rubbed at them. It didn’t help. It never did. Morgan knew her head hurt, too, and sometimes he’d press on her temples, trying to fix it, but not tonight. This time was different.

They had to be quiet. There were people everywhere. There were always people around them: the driver, his protective detail, random people trying to get a glimpse of the man behind the dark windows. Even so, she couldn’t quite stifle the moan of pleasure dancing through her body. He lay over her, warm thigh between hers. He’d rested his face in her neck as though for protection, from what she didn’t know. She didn’t care, not right now. Every time he breathed out, his mouth tickled the spot right beneath her ear that drove her crazy.

“Kiss me,” he murmured, hands busy at her breasts. Sparrow carded her fingers through his thick hair, reveling in the way the soft strands felt against her skin. He was large and warm and infinitely arousing. She shivered as he thumbed over a nipple.

“Kiss me,” he asked again, and of course, she couldn’t deny him anything. She kissed his hair, head tilting to the side, and a flash of light caught her eye. Someone else was in the car with them. Her heart rate sped up. Morgan heard, he had to have, because he froze, then rolled over, his thick cock pressing against the soft line of his dress pants. Sparrow swallowed, looking down the line of his body. When she looked up, her eyes stopped at the far end of the car.

Across the seat, another man sat, face shadowed.

“Who are you?” Sparrow asked, breathy with a mix of need and shock. For some reason, her arousal was even worse now. She bit her lip, trying to control it, but it spiraled out of her grasp.

“Who are you?” Morgan rasped, the rough tone of his voice telling her that he was near the edge and just as desperate as she was. She glanced at him, startled to find him clenching his fists. She could tell he liked what he saw. Liked the long, muscular thighs and shadowed contours of the strange man’s chest. Sparrow held her breath, waiting for the answer.


Tango Trio

Tango Trio is on sale at BookStrand right now as a Retro Release. Do you like shifters? This is the shifter novel for the series. It has bonding, telepathy, and three people who can shift into big cats:

Tessa never expects to dream about two gorgeous guys making love to her on the train. She certainly never imagines they might be real men. Or that one of them is her sexy friend Parker and the other their insanely hot dance teacher, Jared. She definitely doesn’t anticipate the three of them bonding and fighting enemies desperate to steal their blood.

If you’d like to try it out, go to BookStrand now and buy it for only $2.99! Don’t worry, you don’t need to have read the other books in the series to enjoy this one.

Less than two weeks ’til Something Shifty releases – new teaser!

Less than two weeks until my MM shifter romance releases! I can’t wait for you to meet Seth and Dex. To contain my ridiculous excitement, I’m letting a little bit of the pressure out and posting another teaser excerpt below. Enjoy!

Evernight Coming Soon

Something Shifty

Coming March28, 2013


Professor Seth Dustin thinks he’s alone in the world, but when he meets another shifter, he’s forced to reevaluate his whole life. Dex Connor is gorgeous, talented, and male—everything Seth had no idea he wanted.

However, when Seth discovers Dex is keeping dangerous secrets from him, he must decide if he can forgive the man who has become his closest friend, the man who stole his heart. Seth never expected to find himself in the midst of a territorial fight with a rival clan. He doesn’t know how to deal with the jealous hostility of a woman who wants Dex for herself. Love is unexpectedly complicated, but is being alone better?

Rocker, shifter, mate: Dex is all of these, and more. Professor, shifter, loner: Seth wants more. When two shifters meet, instinct takes over.


Here’s a new teaser for you!

“Seth! Hey, I was wondering when we’d meet again.”

He stood up, trying not to stare at the man following on her heels. He had tousled brown hair tucked under a baseball cap. He wore sunglasses, which was just…bizarre. Seth glanced at the windows. Yup. Dark out. It was nearly 9 pm. Even as he frowned, wondering what was going on, the man took off his glasses, revealing the most intense brown eyes Seth had ever seen. He stared, struck by another man’s looks for the first time in his life. Damn, he’s pretty, Seth thought, somewhat embarrassed by the direction of his thoughts. The man hung back a bit, his expression resigned.

“Delia, hey. You’re in my library.” He yanked his attention off her companion and smiled at her.

“Can’t I go check out some books now and again?” she said, laughing. “Or is this a private library?”

Seth grinned. “No, no, make yourself at home in the most disorganized library on Earth.” He waved his arm expansively. “Be my guest.”

She snorted and turned to the man still lagging behind her. “Dex, didn’t I tell you hiding in here would be a good idea?”

The man sighed and stepped forward. “You have yet to convince me.”

Seth blinked. The man’s voice was butter-smooth and had a bit of a rasp that did weird things to his gut.

“Dex, this is Seth, the guy I met when I went for a run in the woods the other week.”

Seth raised his eyebrows. She’d made it sound as if they’d been running, as if for exercise rather than gallivanting around in non-human form.

“Seth, this is my, uh, friend, Dex.” She bit her lip, looking at him with a hint of worry on her face.

Seth mentally shrugged. He didn’t know her well enough to understand why she was acting so oddly. Maybe she didn’t want him to meet her boyfriend? He held out his arm. “Pleased to meet you.”

The man looked at Delia, then at Seth for a long moment, before slowly grasping his hand. His grip was firm and Seth felt a spark of heat run down his spine, as if he was about to shift, but then the man smiled and it was gone. “Likewise.”

Seth took back his hand and tried to resist the urge to shove it in his pocket. What was wrong with him? He didn’t usually react this way to people. “So, she dragged you in here, of all places? Were you looking for a book to read?”

Delia had a confused look on her face again. “We were trying to get away from the crowd of students. We were supposed to pick up the niece of a friend of mine, and we kind of got caught up in the crowd.”

Seth laughed. “Oh, yeah, it can get kind of crazy out there on Monday nights.” He rolled his eyes. “Not.” He waved to the seats in front of him. “Probably they were having some kind of movie night at the theatre. They do that occasionally. Sorry you had to shove your way through them. Did you want to sit? You can always tell her to meet you here.” He didn’t want them to go. Delia was the only other shifter he’d ever met, so he’d have been happy to talk to her regardless of who else she had with her. And, too, he wondered if the man was also a shifter. Stop staring, you idiot. You’re not going to find out by mooning over him, he told himself.

teaser from my WIP: Lick Is A Four-Letter Word

No pic for this one because I’m still in the midst of writing it! Even so, I thought you’d enjoy an itty-bitty teaser. I’ve been snickering the entire time since I began writing…

“This is a bad idea.” Josh fidgeted with the paper sheet thingy spread over his lap. It barely covered his junk. “Seriously.”

“Oh, stop being such a baby,” Troy retorted, adjusting his own paper sheet. “Laura said women like it when you trim the forest. And besides, we lost the bet, remember?”

He doesn’t seem to be having any trouble with his little paper dress, Josh thought bitterly. Troy lounged on his table as though hanging out naked in a small room with his best friend was entirely normal. Which it totally is not. To make matters worse, Troy’s cappuccino-colored skin wasn’t sporting even one goose bump and Josh was shivering. He wished he could bang his head on something. Like a wall. Or Troy’s skull.

Teaser! I’m writing a shifter romance. . .

This is from chapter two of my as yet untitled WIP:

“Dex! Come on, will you?”

He looked at the stage, not surprised to see his sister waving a clipboard at him. Her eyes were still golden—she must have gone for a quick flight this morning. Her favorite shape was an eagle and she often went out just after dawn to catch the changing thermals as night bled into day. It would take a few hours for the color to fade back into the light brown of her natural human eyes.

“I’m coming.” He hopped up onto the stage, squeezing between the monitor speakers set along the front.

“Here,” she said, shoving his microphone at him. “And don’t do those scales like last time. I thought you were going to break my eardrums,” she said, peevishly.

“I did my warmups in the dressing room, relax,” he replied, switching on the microphone. The plastic and metal warmed in his hand and he closed his eyes and tilted his head up.