Work in progress, or WHOA, girl, pick a story and stick with it…


01 june 2018

THE ELEVATOR – Adrian & Greyson (Close Proximity 1) is coming in July! This is a new short story series (gay romance) that uses one of my favorite tropes: forced proximity. What do you do when you’re stuck in a small place with the object of your desire? Do you hookup? Fight? Fall in love? I’ve already written the second story, THE CABIN: same trope, new characters, and I’m hard at work on the third in the series: THE DRIVE. I’m loving these shorter stories. My brain needed a break from the longer stuff.

Meanwhile, I’m still working on SEER, the sequel to SOULMATE. I had to take a break and let the story breathe a bit, but it’s half done. After that, the sequel to QUEEN WOLF is next! WITCH WOLF is going to be a lot of fun to write.



What am I working on now? #amwriting


8 november 2017

I can’t believe I haven’t updated my Work-In-Progress page since July. Bad writer. No cookie for me.

The Nullifier, the first book of my brand new series is releasing December 1, 2017! Yay! You know what that means, right? Yup. I’m hard at work on book two of The Criminals: The Fixer. We first met Zero in The Nullifier, where his life took an unexpected dive into violence. Now, Zero’s been a fixer for a long time, and he’s no stranger to making hard choices, but having someone put a hole in his lung tends to make him very, very cranky. Revenge for this trauma is on the top of his list, but when love comes knocking on his door, what is a man supposed to do? Ignore it? Nope. Zero is a guy with many talents. He can multi-task. Spilling blood has never been so romantic…


What am I working on now? #amwriting


3 june 2017

DAWN, Stronghold 3, is releasing June 9, 2017!

Right now I’m working on DAY, book four of the Stronghold series.

After that…. who knows? Any suggestions? Is there any trope in particular you’d like to see me write? Gay romance? MF romance? Menage?


gay for you
best friends to lovers
best friend’s sister/brother/child
Boss/PA (including billionaire boss)
straight to gay (soulmate is unexpectedly male)
tough guy (cop, military, jock.)/nerd-geek
mannies: single dad falls for male nanny
forced proximity/trapped together

What am I working on now? #amwriting


8 september 2016

GUNPOINT (Sky Hunters) is out!

Right now I’m working on HER DANGEROUS MISTAKE (dragon shifters on Earth/secret/whoa). This story has become a bit longer and more complicated than I intended, but that’s how it goes sometimes. Writing is like dancing with an invisible partner: sometimes you know where you’re headed, and sometimes you don’t.

I have plans to continue the Sky Hunters series. The next novel is tentatively titled FLIGHT, and will feature two new heroes. I’m also going to continue the Stronghold series, as that story holds a special place in my heart. Next up is DAWN, Isaac’s story. I love sci-fi. 🙂

Handy Harry is coming soon!

WIP   Evernight Coming Soon

Handy Harry has been accepted by Evernight Publishing! It will be out in September 2015. It’s a humorous short story about a reclusive artist and his unexpectedly sexy handyman. It’s a first time story. It’s a straight-to-gay story. It’s a coming out story. Yup. I crammed every juicy trope I love into this 15,000 word story. 😀 Because I could.

In a week, I’ll be back to working on Bad Oak Boys number 2: Josh and Gerwulf’s story. My tentative title is Alpha Shaman. It’s already outlined and the first scene is written!

Here’s the blurb for Handy Harry:

Reclusive artist Rufus Ward’s house needs repair, but he hates demolition and dust. However, when handyman Harry Hande rings his doorbell, Rufus lets him in—he’s everything the famous painter likes in a man: young, sexy, and somewhat confused about his sexuality. Rufus thought he was done with dating, but Harry is hot enough to push him from loneliness into love.

Harry’s sensible demeanor disguises desperation. His brother is a jerk and he needs to move out, but his fledgling business isn’t quite ready to support him. Rufus is supposed to be just another client, but when they meet, all of Harry’s preconceived notions of attraction are demolished. Lust launches him into the dare of a lifetime. Will letting Rufus draw him nude destroy him, or will his true nature come out?

Work in progress – sometimes it sux


Sometimes writing comes easy, and sometimes it doesn’t. Today every word is a rock in the way of the mountain ridge I’m hiking toward. Right now, I’m working on the knitting needles story that so amuses me (thanks Lisa O!). I’m very much in love with my characters, but I don’t feel like writing tonight (probably because I pulled something in my lower back and typing is a little uncomfortable). Nevertheless, here’s a snippet for your reading pleasure:

“I’m sorry, but I need a bit more access,” she finally said, straightening up.

He stared at her. “And that means?”

She gestured at the fabric he clutched to his groin. “I need you to move the sheet, please.” She looked steadily at his face, nothing but professional intent in her expression.

He blinked uncomprehendingly for a moment, then sighed when she didn’t look away. “Of course you do. Because it’s Monday and impaling myself on a knitting needle just isn’t unpleasant enough after a full day’s work. I apologize in advance for flashing you.”

She smiled at that. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“You’ve seen someone almost stab themselves in the balls?” He chuckled. “Sure.”

She grinned suddenly. “Oh, I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe. Trust me.”

His brain flashed into all the places it shouldn’t go at her words and he cursed himself silently. “Okay, I get it Doc.” He gritted his teeth and moved the drape over a tiny bit, not enough to really show her anything. “Is that enough?”

She gave him a look that clearly said no.

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.

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.