I’m Still Here…

I’m still here. I promise. I pinched a nerve in my lower back a few days ago and well… PAIN. To sit, to walk, to stand, to pretty much move at all. PAIN. Add in PMS and I’m just a barrel of fun!

I was just starting to get back to my writing after the Lori Foster event. I didn’t get the chance to write as much as I’d hoped. I did spend a lot of time people watching though. I was asked, begged, pleaded with to try and go to Authors After Dark in August in Philly. There were a few spots open because some people didn’t pay evidently by the end date and I jumped in and reserved a place. I’m all paid up, too.

I’m going as an author but I won’t be doing the signing because  my books are not in print. Oh well. I will have some promo at Authors After Dark. And my friend and I are looking to do a Do You Know Vinter? promo thing… How fun, right?

In case y’all didn’t know, we took some winding, mountain roads through Kentucky, Tennessee, Virginia, and North Carolina on the way home from Cincinnati. Beautiful areas. Depressed areas. Crazy ‘get me the hell out of here’ areas, and lots of inspiration. We happened upon a park called Breaks Interstate Park. It’s the Grand Canyon of the South. It’s gorgeous and spans both Virgina and Kentucky. I was speechless at the views.

I will be driving to Authors After Dark and well, I can only imagine the winding roads I’ll find on that trip. I’m looking forward to it. I’m going as a tag-along, a hanger-on because I hadn’t planned on going at all. We’ll see how it goes.

For those readers of mine that are wondering, I have not heard from my Samhain editor. I sent her a follow-up email. Hopefully, she’s just incredibly busy and will get back to me soon.

I will be venturing into self-publishing this Summer and it will hopefully allow me to write some shorter, hot pieces while I still working on the longer pieces for my publishers. Speaking of… let me ask y’all this… Do you want hot, erotic books still? Or are your tastes leaning toward more mainstream, sweet romance? I know Samhain has been pushing that they accept mainstream and sweet and yes they still accept and take erotic and I’m really wanting to know what readers are wanting. Are you still interested in erotic stories or have your tastes calmed and now you want more of a mainstream book?

As a reader, I don’t want sweet. I don’t really want mainstream all that much. I still want the hot, sexy, squirm in my seat and locate the batteries books.

So as a reader, what do you want to read more of? Spill your guts…

And now, I’m going to have to cut this short. I’ve stood here writing this post and my back is protesting mightily. It’s off to the couch for me with some ibuprofen and a pillow between my knees. An iced caramel macchiato that can be sipped through a straw is probably a good idea too.

Hope y’all are staying cool this weekend…




A Moment to Catch Up

It’s been a long couple of weeks. My mom has been here. We’ve gone to the races. We’ve had a lot of heart to heart talks. I’ve written only about 400 words.

I still haven’t heard from my editor, but I have sent her an email, just inquiring. I’m as anxious as the rest of you, trust me.

I’m exhausted. Mentally, physically, emotionally exhausted. I am just freakin’ tired and I’m not even sure I can think straight.

Oh, but… have y’all looked at my coming soon page? This cover holder cover is on it…

It was made by my friend and cover artist Kendra at Creations by Kendra. I love it! It is marking the place where the cover will go that she’s going to make for Trouble in the Making. I am going to self publish it around the end of June. I am very nervous about it, but as I said in another blog post, if I don’t self publish, I likely won’t see any releases this year given the over abundance of submissions at publishers. Plus, to be honest, I am curious about self publishing.

On Thursday I will be traveling up to Cincinnati for the Lori Foster Reader and Author Get Together. On one hand, I am looking forward to it. On the other hand, I just want to crawl into a bed and sleep for a week. I. Am. Just. That. Tired. It’s about an 8-9 hour drive from my home to the hotel, give or take a while for traffic and the inevitability of road construction. I look forward to mingling some, but I will be spending a great deal of time writing. I haven’t done more than a few hundred words since my mom has been visiting and I really need to get cracking. I know some people aren’t going to understand what a few more days of not writing is going to do, but believe me, I am itching to write and after months earlier this year of not writing, I need to take advantage of all the writing inspiration and desire I can get. I won’t be unsociable, but I will be escaping to write.

I’ve put my snacks together for the trip:

Starbuck’s Double Shot

Chile Spiced Mango


Peanuts and Coke



South Beach Diet S’mores Granola Bars


Craisins (Blueberry)

Cheese Sticks and Turkey Pepperoni

Sugar Snap Peas

That’s probably the end of my snack list, though I might find a few other things. I won’t eat it all on the way up. I do like to have snacks in the room and of course on the way back home. These are mostly healthy, some salty, some sweet. Should be a pretty decent variety.

I asked this on Twitter and Facebook, but if you didn’t see it… What are your favorite road trip snacks?

Oh, and I’ll be having a few giveaways soon, likely in July to celebrate my self published release.

I think that’s all for now. Hope y’all are having a great week and will have a great weekend. If you’re in the South, do your best to stay cool. It’s scorching!


Snippet Saturday – Talk Me Down

I have to be honest with you. I’m not really sure what this theme is all about. I’m not really sure how to interpret it. I’ve been thinking about it all week and still … I got nothin’.

So, I’m going to give you what I think it should mean or what it would mean to me.

To me, ‘talk me down’ would be talk me out of something stupid, talk me down off a ledge if I’m on the verge of giving up or giving in or something along those lines. If I think about it that way, the only book I have that kind of speaks to a level of desperation is my first Ellora’s Cave book, The Demon is an Angel.

I’m going to use a snippet out of it, but it is definitely R even a bit X rated. Be forewarned…


She had to get away from him.

Angel waited until he’d stepped into the shower before quickly dressing. She closed her eyes, focused inward, and shimmered out of her bedroom. Seconds later, she appeared on the front steps of her brother’s home. She really didn’t like the disappearing thing and only used it on occasion, usually emergencies, and right now she classified this as a big one.

Delan’s cum filled the crotch of her jeans and the slick wetness had her aching to fuck again. Dammit. She was going to be addicted to him.

It wasn’t supposed to work like this.

He was immune to the heat inside her body when most couldn’t handle it without a condom acting as a barrier. Oh, she could cool herself, but it took the arousal with it, and what the hell fun was sex with little to no arousal? He was also immune to her tears that to most would feel like a flame licking their skin.

She turned the doorknob and threw the door open, trying not to wince when it banged against the wall behind. She wasn’t there to destroy Riko’s house, but she was upset, angry and so full of blinding lust that she couldn’t help lashing out.

“Riko!” she called out as she walked in and through the entrance foyer. When no answer greeted her, she went in search of him, checking out the downstairs rooms then climbed the stairs that dominated the center of the hall. All was eerily quiet. The demons must be out causing chaos and her brother… “Riko, I know you’re here.”

Go, Angel. Now is not a good time.

His voice sounded in her head as she neared the top of the stone staircase. “Tough. We’re going to talk so you need to get yourself decent.”


Angel stood outside his chamber door, her hand on the knob, counted to three, and then figured she needed to give him three more. “I’m coming in.”

“Angel, I’m warning you.”

No longer in her head, his voice boomed from the other side of the door. She knew that tone. She always hated that admonishing, annoying tone. Oh fucking well, she thought, as she open the heavy wooden panel.

In his room, Riko lounged back on his bed surrounded by four naked slaves, two of whom were going to town in a sixty-nine with one another. The other two were wrapped in his arms, kissing each other across his chest.

At least he’d covered up from the waist down.

“What is so all-fired important, Angel?”

“The human. Get rid of him.” Her heart kicked up speed at just the thought of his name and she wasn’t even going to acknowledge what was going on between her legs.

“Ah. So, you have met him. And what do you think of him? Oh right, you want me to get rid of him. Why?”

“I don’t like him.”

Riko laughed. “I can smell him on you, little sister. You like him very much.”

The slaves performing oral sex on each other gave keening cries that echoed around the room as orgasms rocked them both. Angel watched her brother close his eyes and inhale deeply, the scent of sex so potent that it had her hair crackling and her skin sensitized to the very wisps of air.

She understood the driving force of sex in his life because, as she was sired from the same male sex demon, it drove her just as much. He reached over to stroke the ass of one of the slaves, and when the girl turned her face to him, he nodded in Angel’s direction.

“No, Riko,” Angel said, taking a small step back.

“You can use your old room.”

“No.” The word was clipped as her own scent wafted up her body mixed with that of Delan and the slaves in the room.

“Are you certain?”

Angel fought for self-control. She knew the girl would ease her need, knew that she could use the girl as roughly as she needed to be used herself but…she couldn’t. She clenched her teeth, reminding herself she was here for a reason. “I need you to call the human off.”

“You can use your own powers on him, ruin what’s left of his life. You don’t need me to get rid of him.”

She paced. Pacing helped her think, calmed her down. It was a wonder she hadn’t worn a hole in the floors of not only Riko’s home but her home as well with all the pacing she did. “No, I don’t think I can. I cannot make him crave me because he shows signs of it being a natural thing. I cannot read his mind, his thoughts. I can’t reach inside him and find his weakness. I can always tell what their weaknesses are right off, but not him.”

Riko’s smile made her cringe.

“He is your match, Angel.”

“No. No, he’s not. I don’t want him to be. I don’t want any man or demon to be my match. I know what it does to you, but Riko, I can’t. I can’t let him get to me, I can’t let him touch her[E1] .”

“Angel, for once, trust me.”

“I’m scared.”

“I know, but he will not harm you.”

She stopped and looked at him, at the softening of his features. He genuinely loved her and cared for her. He would never let any harm come to her. He was the closest thing she had to a best friend, to a father figure. She trusted him with her life, but this was asking too much of her. “He will destroy me.”

“He will tame you, and if my instincts are correct about him, he will love you.”

“No. I don’t want that either. You saw what that did to my mother, you saw it destroy her because our father couldn’t keep it in his pants, you saw what his leaving did to her.”


“Love,” she spat.

She could feel it building, the heat inside her as the anger began to take over. She turned on her heel, again, for the third time that day, and ran. This time though, she was running toward something. She was running toward Delan. It made no sense to her. Nothing in the past couple of hours did. She was craving him just as much as he seemed to crave her, and if she didn’t get out of there quickly, every one of Riko’s slaves would be servicing her and it wasn’t them that she wanted.

In the blink of an eye, she’d left the stairway in Riko’s home and ended up in the doorway of her own. On the couch was her wanted but unwanted, very hot suitor. She could smell his lust and his hunger.

“Where’d you— Angel? What’s wrong?”

Looking at him and seeing the concern in his eyes, her resolve to resist began to falter. Fuck. “No. You only want sex. You want nothing more. Don’t look at me like that. Don’t look at me like it matters, like I matter. Go. You need to go. Now.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

She tried to keep her anger stoked, the fire inside. She thought of her mother and how loving Angel’s father had destroyed her. But in the face of Delan’s nearness and the memory of the sex they’d had earlier, she was having a bitch of a time keeping her own needs beyond sex and connection at bay.

“You have to go, please,” she begged.

He took a step toward her and she flinched. “Your hair, Angel, it’s changing color from dark red and black to a lighter red with white ends.” Lightly he stroked the strands, letting it fall through his fingers. “Angel.”

“Please go,” she whispered, her tone softer, lighter. She was changing. She had to stop it. She didn’t want this, didn’t want the angel out. The angel would get hurt. Angels were no match for humans or demons.


Don’t forget to check out the snippets from the following authors:

Emma Petersen
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McKenna Jeffries
HelenKay Dimon
Taige Crenshaw
Lauren Dane
T.J. Michaels

Have a great weekend y’all!


Cherry Pie Anyone?

I have a friend. Her name is Samantha Kane. She writes a FANTABULOUS historical menage series at Ellora’s Cave called Brothers In Arms! If you haven’t checked it out, you should! She’s amazing with this series.

Now, though she has this wonderful, hot, sweet contemporary Male/Male, Cherry Pie, set in a little North Carolina town. I LOVED this book. I was one of a few people that had the privilege of beta reading this book and had the privilege and honor of recommending the book to my editor at Loose Id! They snapped it right up!

Here’s the blurb:

John Ford packed up his life a year ago and moved from LA to small Mercury, North Carolina after the death of his long-term partner. He’s been living in a kind of suspended animation, fixing up the old house he bought there, reclusive and alone. Until the day Connor Meecham appears.

Conn Meecham has returned home, only to find it isn’t his anymore. Someone else owns his mother’s house now. But Conn needs that house to find the man he left behind more than eight years ago–before the drugs, before prison, before his life derailed. Lonely, desperate, lost, Conn finds in John a kindred soul.

Mercury is a dying town. But John sets out to change that when he learns what it means to Conn. Through home improvements, sex, old friends, sex, misunderstandings, sex, and homemade cherry pie, John and Conn may finally discover that where they are now can be heaven on earth if they want it to be.

And here is a sexy excerpt, direct from Samantha herself!

Connor closed the front door behind them, and somehow the night got brighter. John glanced toward the kitchen. It was the microwave clock light. He’d never realized how bright that was. The green splashed over the hardwood floors and the glass on the pictures on the wall.

Connor placed John’s cigarettes on the hall table, and suddenly John was backed against the wall, Connor close enough that John could feel the heat of him from nose to toes and smell the spicy soap John had bought them today.

“Tell me what’s wrong, John,” Connor said quietly. He leaned his forearm against the wall beside John’s head, and John had the completely inappropriate urge to bury his nose in the sparse hair of Connor’s underarm and breathe the life of him in.

He closed his eyes and felt Connor’s nose nudge the side of his head. When he spoke John nearly missed his words because his hot breath on John’s ear fried his brain circuits. “Tell me, Johnny,” he whispered.

John let his hand roam. It was wrong, it was stupid, but Connor so close was irresistible. He slid his open palm along Connor’s side to the dip in his lower back, and Connor shivered. John liked that. He liked that he made Connor shiver. He slowly glided that palm lower, past the loose waistband of Connor’s jeans. He hesitated at the band of his boxers, but Connor’s back moved just slightly, just enough to make John think he wanted him in there. He gently worked his index finger under the band, and there was the slightest break in Connor’s breathing. He let his other fingers follow, until he cupped Connor’s bare ass cheek in his hand. It fit perfectly, soft, round, smooth. Connor moved closer, and the muscles bunched and flexed under John’s palm, and his dick got so hard he thought it might burst through his flimsy pants and right into Connor.

“Johnny,” Connor whispered again, and suddenly it was wrong. Everything was wrong. He pulled his hand out and tried to push Connor away. Connor easily grabbed both of John’s hands and pinned them over his head. “Do you want me to make you feel better, John?” he asked in that low voice that caused the hairs on John’s arms to rise up deliciously. John made a feeble attempt to get free, but Connor just grabbed his wrists in one hand and slid the other down John’s chest, over both nipples through his soft T-shirt, and John’s body betrayed him as his hips jerked, seeking that big, rough hand.

Connor leaned down and bit one of John’s hard nipples through the soft cotton as his free hand pulled the front of John’s pants down until his hard cock popped out into the cool night air of the hallway. Then Connor wrapped his heavy fist around John’s cock and squeezed. “You want me,” Connor whispered against John’s cheek. John turned his face, blindly seeking Connor’s mouth, but Connor turned away. “You smell like an ashtray,” he said. “I don’t want to taste that.” He squeezed John’s cock again. “But I’ll taste this, Johnny.”

He let go of John’s wrists and squatted in front of him. He pointed John’s hard cock toward his mouth, closed his eyes, and leaned forward. Without hesitation John grabbed two fistfuls of Connor’s hair and stopped him.

“Don’t,” he rasped. “Don’t do it unless you mean it.” Connor didn’t fight John’s hold, didn’t look up at him. He just stayed poised there on the brink. “The last man that did that meant it,” John said. “I don’t want it if you don’t.”

If you read male/male, you should go get Samantha’s book, Cherry Pie from Loose Id today! Right now!

If you read historicals and menage, you should get started on her Brothers In Arms series from Ellora’s Cave. You won’t be disappointed. I promise.

Visit Samantha on her website.


Snippet Saturday – Humor

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Our theme today is humor. Mine isn’t downright funny joke-type humor. Mine is more snarky and smartass, etc… humor. My characters are a lot like that as well.

Rosie, most of all. So, she should be the one I share with you today. I love her, she’s a lot like me in so very many ways.


“Rose!” Decker pulled up alongside her and called out her name through the open window. When she didn’t acknowledge him or his beat up work truck, he called out again. “Rose!”

She finally turned, pulled the bright green earbuds from her ears, and cocked her hip out to the side with her hands on her waist. “The name is Rosie. Not Rose. R. O. S. I. E. Rosie. Now, you try it.”

She gestured toward him, and he grinned. She hated being called Rose. He didn’t think there was a real reason why, but after a few days he’d learned that she wasn’t going to respond to anything with any kind of delicious heat unless he called her Rosie. “Rosie. Better?”

She grinned back. His dick hardened, and his heart melted. He wasn’t sure what it was about the curvy, pint-sized waitress that turned him on, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her, wanting her and damn when the roofing job was done, he was going to figure out her weakness and get her into bed with him.

“Yes, better. What do you want, Decker? I’m on my way to work and don’t want to be late. Besides, you’re blocking traffic.”

Decker laughed and shook his head. There was no traffic in the small town at this ungodly hour of the morning because everyone was either still asleep or having a nice leisurely breakfast down at the diner. “I stopped to see if you’d like a ride to work.”

“It’s only about a half mile down the road. I think I can make it. Thanks. And you’re going in the wrong direction anyway.” She started walking again, summarily dismissing him. He drove up to the next street and turned around. When he pulled up alongside her again, she didn’t wait until he’d shouted her name to look at him. She kept walking though.

The way her peach-colored dress pulled across her hips and ass when she walked did nothing to sway his libido in any direction other than the current where’s-the-nearest-flat-surface one. The bodice hugged her breasts in just the right way, not too tight, not too loose, but dear Lord in heaven she had a beautiful pair. He hadn’t seen them naked yet, but he had a pretty good imagination and it told him that she’d overflow his hands and respond so well to the teasing tip of his tongue.

She had pretty, blemish free skin, save for the few freckles dotting her nose and cheeks. She walked to work every day, too, and had strong-looking legs. She wasn’t thin, slender or skinny. She had too many curves for that, which suited him just fine. He didn’t go for the rail thin, magazine-size women. Never had and it was too bad that L.A. was all about skinny and bikini and boy hips. He didn’t go for the centerfold type either. He’d always been partial to real women that took care of themselves but weren’t afraid to indulge in real food and that had a little extra flesh. It marked up so well to his spankings, floggings, whippings. They could take a real good fucking, too, and he wasn’t afraid he’d break them in half. Oh yeah, Miss Rosie was perfect for him. He just had to convince her of that.

“Why are you following me? Aren’t you supposed to be working on my house?”

She was still walking but had looked in his direction as she spoke. “I’m not following you. I’m walking you to work. Sort of.”

“Cute. You don’t have to. I can make it there on my own.”

“I know, but I wanted to. What’s wrong with that? Ever hear of something called chivalry? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?”

“No, why?”

Was that a blush he saw coloring her cheeks? “You seem a little grumpy.”

“Oh. Well, I’m not grumpy. I just don’t like to talk in the mornings.”

“You’re in the wrong line of work then, aren’t you? Don’t you have to talk to people?”

“That’s different. I prefer not talking to anyone on my way to work.”

“Kind of like your alone time? Gearing up for the day ahead?”

“Exactly.” Her face brightened in the early morning sun. “That’s exactly what it’s like. Thanks for understanding. Now, go away.”

“Afraid I can’t do that. We’re too close to the diner, and I’m suddenly famished. I need a good breakfast before I start my day. As they say, breakfast is the most important meal.”

She stopped then, and he put on the brakes. He was a little surprised when she pulled open the door and climbed up into the cab of the truck. She slammed the door and stared straight ahead with her arms crossed over her chest. “Fine. Take me to work so I can get you some food and then you can get me a roof.”

Decker grinned again. Hell, he’d been grinning since he woke up and realized the hard-on he was sporting was all because of her. Then, he spotted her walking this morning and knew he was in danger of that grin being a permanent fixture on his face He couldn’t remember another woman with that effect on him. Ever.

Rosie was special.

When Buck, one of his best friends, contacted him about a roofing job and new business opportunity, Decker had packed his gear, grabbed the keys to his truck and headed out. He didn’t stay in one place very long, liked travel, liked seeing different parts of the country and Buck’s call had come at just the right time.

During the last storm, a branch had dropped from a tree outside Rosie’s little cabin and straight through the roof into the kitchen, leaving a large gaping hole.

He was replacing the old shingled roof with a beautiful red metal one. The red would stand out against the green mountain countryside the cabin was nestled in. Surrounded by trees, the dark worn wood would take on a whole new life with the red.

“I think I know what the problem is,” he said quietly.

“What the problem is with what?”


She turned her head sharply in his direction. Dark auburn tendrils of hair framed her face while the rest was pulled back in a ponytail that hung against the top of her dress collar. He rarely saw her without her hair up or pulled back, but then he rarely saw her anywhere other than the diner.

He’d been in town for two weeks and had taken to her like a fish to water. He was hooked and wasn’t afraid to admit it.

“Me? What the hell are you talking about?”

“The problem is that you want me. You’re trying to deny it, trying to fight it. It’s making you really grumpy.”

She dipped her head, looked up at him from under her lashes and over the bronze metal frame of her glasses. “I want you?”


“If I wanted you, shouldn’t it make me happy rather than grumpy?”

Decker shook his head and pulled into the diner drive, parking in a spot directly in front of the door. He shifted in his seat to look at her, hooking his arm over the steering wheel. “Not if you don’t want to want me. Which, I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t. I mean, I’m rather amazing.”

He puffed out his chest and tilted his head in profile like the kings of old he’d seen painted in portraits. The next thing he heard was the slamming of the truck door for the second time that morning. Rosie stood on the ground, scowling and trying to fight a laugh. Her lips were quivering, and her beautiful eyes were crinkled at the corners. He drove her crazy and he liked it, was proud of it, but after two weeks of her fighting the heat and attraction between them, the time had come to make some forward progress.

“Well, let me put your mind at ease before you hurt yourself preening like a peacock. I do want you. I want you so much I can’t sleep at night because when I do manage a little of it, I dream about you. It’s driving me nuts. You,” she pointed a finger at him, “are driving me nuts.”

He sat there stunned and speechless, nothing coherent forming in his mind beyond the admission that she wanted him. Her words played over and over in his head as he stared at her, mute.

“I’m going inside now. When you’ve gotten your wits about you again, come on in and I’ll get you some food so you can go work on my house and get the hell out of my life. Okay?”

She turned on her heel and walked up the concrete steps, flung open the glass door, and went through, out of sight. She wanted him. She’d said so and even though he’d already known it, her admitting it…well there were no sweeter words at the moment.

She said she dreamed about him too.

Holy shit.

Of course, then she’d said she wanted him out of her life. No way, no how. Not after that confession, no matter how grudgingly given. She was stuck with his happy ass now.

End snippet

Please check out the following blogs and snippets from these fine authors:

Jody Wallace
Emma Petersen
Shelli Stevens
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
HelenKay Dimon
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
Lauren Dane
T.J. Michaels

Have a wonderful and Happy Easter weekend!


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