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Tuesday, August 28, 2012

No! You can't close the Aquatic Center!

I’m visiting Nine Naughty Novelists today talking about what happened when the Aquatic Center I was basing the series I was writing on, was going to close.


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

When a lesbian shapeshifter loses her job

“Stubborn Attraction” blurb:

Laid off for ramming her knee into a co-worker's balls after he tries to feel her up, lesbian Jaelle heads to her father's cabin in the mountains. There, she takes the form of a mountain goat and climbs, free and uninhibited.

So, what happens when she finds a very attractive interloper on her favorite rock ledge?

Chapter One

"Damn it, damn it, damn it to fucking goddamn hell!" Jaelle packed her suitcase by the simple means of upending her underwear drawer into the open case, then threw jeans and sweaters on top of the lingerie.

She stomped into the bathroom, still swearing loudly, and tipped the contents of her make-up and medications drawer into a plastic bag, which she tied shut, then threw across the room into the suitcase, before stomping into the kitchen.

Grabbing two big, black trash bags, she placed one inside the other then took her few items of food out of the refrigerator, collected the dozen packets and cans of food from the pantry, slung everything into the trash bag, and placed it by the back door.

Her purse, her laptop, a handful of paperback romances off the shelf, and the photo of her family from beside her bed, and she was packed.

"Why can't men understand some women are happy without a man in their life? Wait on a man hand and foot after a hard day at work? Hell no! I’ve never wanted and never needed a man." Jaelle kicked the door open, laptop and purse over her shoulder, suitcase in one hand and trash bag in the other.

The suitcase fit in the trunk of her small car, the laptop and purse she put on the passenger seat beside her, and the food bag in the backseat. "Thank God I travel light," she murmured as she pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the interstate and the hill country.

Only an hour out of town, up a winding dirt road in the hills, was the tiny cabin her father had owned. She made sure all the utilities and other charges were always paid on this place because it was the closest thing she had to a real home now. She'd loved her dad, and knew he loved her, but he was totally incapable of remaining faithful to any one woman, not even the one he'd married -- her mother.

"He's a randy old goat, your father," Mom had always said, with a secret smile. Jaelle hadn't really understood what she'd meant until the day her teenaged self and her mom had gotten into a flaming row, and in the middle of screaming her chest had tightened intolerably, her vision had gone blurry, her head had pounded -- and she'd turned into a mountain goat.

She'd been standing there, shivering, wobbling on four thin legs, and staring down at her long brownish-blonde fur, when her mom had wrapped warm arms around her and said, "Oh dear! You are truly your father's daughter. I'll phone him straight away, honey, so he can help you through this."

Jaelle smiled as she drove. Yeah, maybe Dad hadn't been the most faithful of men, but he sure as hell was a wonderful father for a girl struggling with the knowledge that she was a shapeshifter. And not something cool and trendy like a wolf or a big cat, but a freaking mountain goat. Goats ran fast, were highly intelligent, adapted quickly to changes, and had a mighty fine sex life. Jaelle snorted. Her folks hadn't even blinked when she'd told them she was gay. I guess once they'd accepted their child really was a "kid" in every sense of the word, sexual orientation was a pretty minor attribute. Whatever, they'd just continued to love her for herself.


This story was previously published in the “Lusty Wenches” anthology.


Thursday, August 16, 2012

New Audio Book out today!!

"Chinese Love Triad" is out in audio book form today.

Eden is a big, beautiful woman whose ex constantly ridiculed her because of her size. Now she's a free woman and headed to China for an extended vacation but while waiting for her flight she meets two handsome men, only to lose sight of them as the plane boards. Fortunately, one of them finds her while in-flight and they make plans to meet up later. Zeb and Bryce are best friends. When they meet Eden, both want her and hope she'll be amenable to dating them both. After a day of sightseeing the trio go back to the men's hotel room and Eden discovers a side of herself she's never before experienced.

Monday, August 13, 2012

The Romance Convention, Dallas, August 17, 18.

If you'll be in Dallas August 17, or 18, don't forget to come by The Sheraton Dallas Hotel and visit the Romance Convention. The Saturday book fair and signing is free to enter, and has free goodie bags and drawings for kindles and lots more.
I'll be there for the entire convention, so be sure to say hi to me. (I will have chocolate!)


The rest of that week I'll be on vacation, so here's some hints of what I'll be doing.


Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Two men meet at the beach...

Blurb “Summer Sizzle”: 

Craig and Seth are both on holidays at Two Waters beach. The lust between them is instant and fiercely hot. Sex at the beach, in the woods, in the sauna… When they take a break from having sex they discover they have many interests in common and begin to build a relationship outside the bedroom.

Their romance is interrupted when Seth is called back to the school where he teaches, for a staff meeting about an unexpected school consolidation. Seth is shattered when he and most of his colleagues find themselves suddenly unemployed. His well-ordered life has come to a crashing halt, along with his vacation—and perhaps his romance.

WARNING!! PG  13 Excerpt

Oh. My. God. Yum. Yum. Yum.

Craig Darnell surreptitiously ran his hand across his mouth to check he wasn’t drooling at the totally delicious man in miniscule swimwear who was bent over arranging his beach towel on the sand not ten yards away. His skin was very tanned so maybe he’d been here on vacation for a while already. Or maybe he lives here. His shoulders were broad and muscular as if he worked out a lot or had a physical job. His hair was very dark, almost black, but not a blue-black, rather a deep, deep brown-black. And it was a little long, just touching his collar. Well, it would be touching his collar if he was wearing one. Fortunately his body was almost completely bare—just that teeny tiny piece of fabric hiding what looked like an impressive package.

Oh my God, he’s delicious. Perfect in every way.

Craig wiggled a bit to ease the pressure inside his swimwear, which had suddenly become very tight.

The other man kneeled, then stretched out on his towel, face down, his head resting on his crossed forearms.

Oh God, what an ass. Muscular, almost flat but just slightly rounded.

Craig’s cock grew and twitched some more, his Prince Albert barbell rubbing along his swimsuit in a very erotic way. “Likely should have worn board shorts,” he muttered, wriggling some more. But oh God, I want inside that luscious ass.

Craig spread his legs wider apart, trying to give his cock a bit more room. He considered taking his straw hat off and dropping it over his crotch but that would just make his arousal even more obvious to anyone watching him. Except that there wasn’t anyone else around at this end of the beach. He’d deliberately walked down to the end of it, almost to the cliffs, to have peace and privacy. Not that he was complaining about Mr. Totally Delicious who’d appeared nearby. Oh no. Mr. Totally Delicious was the stuff of wet dreams and Craig was happy to look at him and share the sand with him. Sharing a bed with him would be even better! God, he’s hot.

Craig closed his eyes and played back the sight of him spreading out his towel. Nope, there was no sign of a ring on his hand. He was too far away to see if there was a line around his finger where he’d taken a ring off though. And of course no way of knowing if he was gay. But Craig was pretty experienced at sensing a person’s sexual preferences and this man screamed gay to him.

God, I hope I’m right. But how do I walk up to him and say, “I want to fuck you”?


Sunday, August 5, 2012


"Cold Woman, Hot Men" blurb:

Melusine Carmichael mistakes the plunge pool at the Aquatic Center for a regular pool and almost drowns with the sudden shock of the icy-cold water. While underwater she hears a voice calling her "Melly," a name she never uses. Yehudi and Arlington are nearby in the sauna and rescue her, using their personal body heat and the sauna to warm her up. They keep in contact with her via Facebook, and finally convince her to let them teach her to swim.

But Mel hears the voice again and worries that they’re stalking her, so she cuts contact with them. Yehudi and Arlington try everything to see her and she prevents them, so they meet her parents after their swimming class. They learn about the voice saying "Melly" and that someone is stalking her.

But who is it? And how can they get Mel to spend time with them again so they can convince her of their innocence?


Yehudi was leaning back against the wall of the sauna, his eyes half closed, his brain counting the minutes until he could get Arlington out of his teeny tiny swimwear and his own cock buried in Arlington’s tautly delicious ass. If he’d thought to bring lube in his gym bag, he may have been able to convince Arlington to fuck in the shower, right here in the change rooms at the Aquatic Center. But with kids around, it was likely just as well to wait until they were back home. But that meant adding another twenty minutes onto a wait that was already stretching out to be way too long for the ongoing happiness of his cock.

Arlington was looking though the glass panel in the door, snorting and shaking his head.

“What’s so amusing,” Yehudi asked.

“There’s a woman staring at the plunge pool, like she’s never seen one before. She’s taking her towel off, so maybe she’s going to come in here. Oooh, nice body. I like those long legs. Nice tits, too.”

“That’s it? You’re not going to tell me her hair color and eye color, and her height to the nearest inch?”

Arlington turned to grin at him. “Five six, blonde and blue.”

Yehudi heard a lot of splashing. “What on earth is she doing?” he asked.

“Drowning!” Arlington opened the door so roughly it crashed into the wall as he raced out. Yehudi jumped up and followed him out to the plunge pool.

The woman—well, he supposed it was the woman—was definitely underwater, and this was not the kind of place to practice underwater swimming. The whole point of the plunge pool was that users of the sauna jumped into the icy cold pool, and climbed straight out again to cool off after the heat of the sauna.

Arlington had jumped in and dived under the woman’s body, using his broad shoulders and strong back to push her up to the surface and nudge her to the side of the pool. Yehudi kneeled down and leaned over, grabbing hold of the woman’s arm, which was very cold indeed, and pulling her higher out of the water. Arlington pushed her some more, and Yehudi got a good grip on her waist and lifted her up onto the edge of the pool. He turned her onto her side and banged on her back. She coughed then dragged a rasping breath into her body.

Meanwhile Arlington had climbed out of the pool. “She’s breathing. Good.”

“Let’s get her—and you—back into the sauna to warm up.

“I like that plan.”

Yehudi picked her up and carried her the short distance into the sauna, laying her on his own towel, which was on the bench where he’d left it. Arlington followed him in the door then threw more water on the hot stones of the fire to make steam.

“Her skin is still icy,” said Yehudi. He was worried about her. Was this a suicide attempt? Why would she have deliberately jumped into the water if she couldn’t swim? “I’ll get her towel,” he said, wanting Arlington to stay in the sauna and warm himself up again after the cold water.

The woman was coughing again when he returned, and he gently wrapped her towel over her shoulders. “Thanks,” she said then coughed again.

After a few minutes she sat up, hugging the towel around her body.

“What happened?” Yehudi asked, at exactly the same time as Arlington said, “Why did you get in the pool if you can’t swim?”


New book out and a chance to win an older book

I have a new book out today, and to celebrate I’ve been interviewed by Lori King. She’s asked me questions on everything from underwear to elevators, as well as about the new book.

Please drop by.

I’m talking about what I like to do on a lazy Sunday, and giving away a book, over at Amber Kell’s blog today. You only need to comment for a chance to win.


Friday, August 3, 2012

50 Shades of pushing the boundaries

I'm visiting Tabby's Nocturnal Nights today, talking about pushing the boundaries of erotic romance. Oh, and the blurb and excerpt there are most definitely Not Safe For Work.

Be naughty, come read my post!