Friday, June 18, 2010

Are you ready for the Storm?

Hi Everyone,
I'm so excited to announce that Storm Riders is out today with Aspen Mountain Press!


George has been searching for a way to predict tornadoes that mimics her inherent ability. Her encounter with a handsome cowboy that drives away a twister has her stumped.

Wyatt and Landon are Storm Riders assigned to wrangle cyclones. When they both meet George, they’re driven to possess her even offering themselves to her for a wild, stormy night of passion.  When their boss, Raul gets wind of this, he demands they cease all contact. Neither Wyatt nor Landon can stand to think she won’t be part of their lives.  She’s turned their worlds upside down and each craves George’s touch.

Will Landon and Wyatt get to keep her? Or will Raul separate them forever?

EXCERPT:Wyatt kept checking his rearview mirror to see if Georgiana was still behind him. I can’t believe I scored her. She a hot piece of ass and she seems familiar. Oh well. Maybe I’ve run into her before. I do loose track. He chuckled and pulled into the driveway. He parked and slid out of the auto. After a moment, he saw headlights and she pulled in beside him. He waited and she slipped out of her vehicle and took in the surroundings.

“Wow. Nice place. You work here?”

He smiled feeling a little cocky. “Something like that.” He gazed down at the huge barn and attached indoor. The door was open to the barn with the light on in Gina’s office. The horses were in for the night. He heard them rattling the barn doors. He glanced at the house and saw Landon was home. He’s probably reading some stuffy old book. I know what he’ll say if he runs into us. He’ll tell me I shouldn’t be running around and risking the chance of exposing our secret.

“So you just staying here or something?”

His grin widened. “No. Actually I own half the place.”

“Oh. Well.”

“I’m sure you thought I was some no-good-cowhand going to take you to my loft in the barn.”

She laughed. “It had crossed my mind.”

He inched closer to her feeling her hesitation now that she wasn’t in the heat of the moment at the club. She was fine looking in her short jean skirt and black T-shirt. The fabric showed off the lines of her bra and the bumps of her nipples from the chill in the air. He ached to run his hand over her breasts feeling their firmness.

To ease the tension, he stepped closer to her and cupped her cheek. Georgiana drew in a quick breath. He saw the trepidation in her eyes. Seizing the moment, he leaned in and kissed her not too hard, but just enough to leave her wanting. When he touched her again, he noticed the energy between them. His lips got all tingly from kissing her, but he thought it was a fluke from the dryness of the air at the bar. Now it was stronger. His whole body was on edge the way he was before a ride. He could sense a storm in the air, but he had no orders that one was coming. Withdrawing a step, he waited for her to come around.

“Do you still want to come inside? I’ll understand if you don’t feel comfortable.”

The tip of her tongue touched her lips. The small gesture tightened his cock. Oh baby, I can’t wait to get you alone so you can use that on me. She ran her hands over her arms. He noticed her hair was standing on end.

“No. I’m okay.”

“Great.” He offered her his elbow. She looped her arm through it and he led her inside.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Cleaning House

So this weekend I've spent a little time looking over my bookshelves and trying to figure out what I was going to get rid of. The need for me to do that was getting a little bit overwhelming because I was stacking books on all open shelves in front of other books. Which is a good thing of course because one can't have too many books. So now I made room for even more books.
Many of the books are ones by my favorite authors, Kelly Armstrong, L.A. Banks, and Mary Ann Mitchell and a few rogues that hubby didn't like. Now to decide what to do with them and what books I want to replace them with. Some are even vampire novels that I've getting rid of which is almost unheard of because I collect vampire books. However, it was time. I've read them a couple of times and now they need to find a new home.

If you haven't guessed, I love books. Although I'm choosy on what I read these days. Lately I've finished reading:
 Burned: A House of Night Novel by PC and Kristen Cast
The Short Life of Bree Tanner by Stephenie Meyer.

I loved Burned. The Short Life of Bree Tanner was okay. Hey it was reduced on Amazon when I got it so I wasn't arguing the price. I don't regret buying it though. So now my TBR list is nil. I've been so busy writing lately that reading has been a guilty pleasure. I'll be looking over my shelves and thinking about what to reread. I'm thinking Cold Kiss by Roxanne Longstreet or Sunglasses After Dark by Nancy Collins. If you haven't read the Sunglasses After Dark I highly recommend it.

Well now it's back to writing. I'm currently editing Storm Riders book 3. Working on a new book currently entitled Bitten By Love. Not sure if the title will be changing, but we shall see. Have a great idea for a new book that came to me while we were at the baseball game last night. Which was really hot last night. We've been inside all day due to the weather. The dogs are not happy about that of course. They want to run around and play.

The other night we finally saw Avatar. Hubby actually liked it. He's not a sci-fi fan so it was a shock. When it first came out, I asked him if he wanted to see it and he had no interest in blue people. Now he wants to buy it. Go figure. Maybe I can turn him and get him to like X-Men or something along those lines since he's not one for comic book. I doubt it, but we'll see.

This week Storm Riders should be releasing from Aspen Mountain Press. I'll have more details later in the week about the contest that I'm throwing for the release. So stay turned for info. Hope everyone has a good week.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

New Release out with Amira Press: Frost Fever

Available at Amira Press

Jet is ordered to keep an eye on Paget. Once she touches him, her frosty caress opens his heart to her. He must prove his innocence that he didn’t kill her uncle, but before he can, he must find the Shadows that are out to kill her.

Paget can’t get her uncle’s murderer out of her mind. Something about him melts her frozen heart, and she finds herself falling in love with him. Her icy suitor, Malik, wants her all to himself. Before he can claim her, the Shadows attack and the only one to save her is Jet.


Paget stood in the guest room diagonal from the bathroom. Steam wafted out from the crack in the door. She bit her lip and couldn’t help but watch Jet undress and then examine himself in the mirror. Seeing him completely naked made her mouth water. When he had been telling her his story, she could see the details of the picture that he painted. She wanted to know what his life had been like when he’d been back in Japan. It was evident that he had loved his wife. It was also true that he cared for her. She sensed his passion for her and it stirred the coldness from her heart. She wanted him so bad, but she was leery. Her power had nearly gone haywire before and she had felt the fey so close and freezing her blood. He had pulled the power into himself and brought her back. Jet had done that for her without asking. He desired her, but he didn’t want to take advantage of her either. They were both tiptoeing around one another. Pulling her power around herself, she knew it would hasten her decent into her heritage. She didn’t want the coldness of the fey life only the warmth that Jet offered. What would he say if I went in there? I want him holding me. Why am I standing here in the Grey and not in there with him? She saw the world with different eyes and even felt the steam in the Grey and the pull between them.

Paget bit her lip and knew what she had to do, what she wanted to do. She let herself go back into the real world and drew in a breath. She stripped quickly and set her clothes on the bed. Slipping into the bathroom, the warm vapor wrapped around her, trying to freeze in the air. Inside the shower, she heard Jet singing in a language she didn’t understand, but the tone was very sad.

She wrapped her power around her and stepped into the shower into the Grey so she was a ghost to him. His wet hair clung to his skin and the muscles rippled in his back. His ass was firm and she wanted to cup it and squeeze it. It was everything she had imagined. Her nipples tightened in anticipation, but she wasn’t sure what he would say with her being in the shower with him.

Jet turned and she saw the tattoolike brand that was on his shoulder. And then there were the three gouges diagonally over his heart. The scars were old and smooth. Once her fingers brushed his skin, he stopped.

“Who’s there?” His muscles tensed. He wiped the soap from his eyes and stared intently at her, but he didn’t see her. She leaned in close and began kissing his chest. With the first one, she put a little push of her power behind it and watched the water freeze. Small goose bumps rose on his flesh. His nipples hardened. She kissed him again, but he didn’t relax. Paget licked her way up his chest, her tongue caressing the scars that he bore over his heart. He moaned and the more power she put behind her touches, the more he began to quake.

She worked up his neck and kissed the side of it. She wasn’t able to taste him, only feel him next to her. She was every bit a ghost to him as he was to her. Paget glanced down and saw his growing erection standing out before him. The water blasted over him, but with her power, he was colder than the air so he was steaming. She touched his shaft, freezing it. He stumbled and grabbed the wall for support.

“Paget, please, if that’s you. You can’t keep doing that.”

She loved to see him suffer. It was nice knowing that she had that much power over him. Malik always had the power over her. She’d never been able to enjoy herself completely when she’d made love. The last time had been a long time ago. The first time she tried, the man had gotten frost bite. The other one, Noah. Her heart stung thinking of him. She had killed him with her kisses and touches. That was one of the reasons she had started wearing gloves. Because of that, she’d spiraled into a depression that resulted in the cuts on her arms.

She began stroking Jet more. His fists clenched at his sides and he was breathing heavy. Cupping his balls, she began sucking on his nipples. She ran her tongue over one and felt it contract against her tongue. Seeing him suffer was getting her hot and she found it hard to focus on staying hidden. Her power wavered and the heat of the shower blasted against her. The water ran over her back and began to wind through her hair. His nipple was hard against her tongue and she could feel the warmth of his flesh. Jet’s fingers wove into her hair. She looked up and gave him a smile.

“I guess you caught me.”

Jet didn’t reply, but brought her to his lips. He pressed his mouth against hers. His tongue delved between her lips and met hers in a sloppy kiss. He took her breath away and pulled in her power all at the same time. She wrapped her hands around his neck, hardly believing that this was happening, that she was in the shower with him when downstairs she hadn’t been sure what she was going to be doing. She broke his kiss and drew in a long breath and wiped the hair from her eyes.

“You’re very naughty to do that.”