Sunday, May 8, 2016


Gay/Erotic Romance/Magick/Paranormal

Archer McKenzie is a modern day wizard whose heritage dates back to the sixteenth century. While Archer has a wealth of magical talents at his disposal, he chooses to live under the radar, with a day job as a private investigator.

 Popular artist, Kirby Langston, believes the man he’s been dating could be The One, until a violent street encounter throws him into the path of the lethally seductive McKenzie.

 When Kirby hires Archer to find his missing brother, everything changes. Archer and Kirby must fight against the black magic wrought by a powerful enemy in the ultimate battle for survival.


Kirby was still struggling with his chaotic thoughts, trying to make sense of the whole thing. He wondered for the umpteenth time if he was dreaming it all. Archer was certainly dream-worthy and that was becoming a big problem. Even if he was only thinking it, he was still betraying Marcus.

He glanced up when Archer handed him a glass and sat down opposite him. Sipping his own wine while he studied Kirby. “Okay, shoot, ask your questions.”

Kirby hesitated, not sure where to start, trying to recall what he knew about the occult. “Are you Wiccan?” It was the first thing that came into his head. “I understand they practice a benevolent type of witchcraft.”

Archer’s mouth curved into a small smile. “I’m not Wiccan, and I don’t belong to any society, though I do come from a long line of sorcerers.”

“So you were born and bred with your special abilities?”

“Yes, my family’s heritage dates back to the sixteenth century.”

Kirby took a sip of wine. He still couldn’t believe he was talking to a supernatural being. “So how did your family acquire their special abilities?”

Archer shrugged. “No one knows how or why the power to cast spells was given to us, only that the gift should be used for Good.”

Kirby absorbed that. “Okay, since every element supposedly has an opposite, what about the power of Evil, does it exist?”

“Yes. There are countless devil worshipers all over the world.”

Kirby took a gulp of wine. “Is that what you think we’re dealing with here? Is someone working black magic on Derek?”

Archer nodded slowly. “It would appear so.”

Kirby grimaced at the idea. Though he’d always thought of himself as a spiritual person, in as much as he enjoyed nature and wildlife, he’d never considered himself to be religious person. Yet now he was being told that not only did Evil exist, but he would have to go up against it. “Obviously, you see farther than I do with this stuff. So how do we proceed?”

“We take protective measures and wait for them to make the next move.”

“Them? You think there’s more than one person involved?”

“Thirteen to be exact, the number that makes up a coven.”

Kirby knew his eyes must be as large as saucers. Sorcerers, witches, covens, devil worshipers. His head swam. For a second he wondered if Archer was making that all up, but the truth was visible in his gaze. “How can you defeat that many?”

“The number doesn’t matter. When it comes down to it, It’ll be me against their leader.”

“And you believe your magic’s stronger?”

“Good against Evil is always a tossup.”

“Not very reassuring.”

“I don’t want to lie to you, Kirby. You need to be prepared for what might come. And the best thing you can do right now is get some rest.”

“Fat chance, with images of horned beings stuck in my head.”

“So sleep in my bed.”

Kirby blinked. “What?”

“You can rest easy with me. My clairvoyant genii will alert me at the first sign of danger.” He paused, holding Kirby’s gaze. “The offer comes with or without sex.”

Kirby couldn’t prevent the flash of lust that streaked through him before he thought of Marcus with a pang of guilt. Betraying him mentally was one thing. Everybody went fantasy-window shopping now and again, but doing the down and dirty with Archer behind Marcus’ back was something else again.

Added to that, it didn’t seem as if the wizard’s sentiments were involved. For him it was probably just an itch that needed to be scratched, and giving in would be wrong. Then again, staying close to Archer for safety’s sake sounded reasonable and sensible. He wasn’t a coward, but the things they were dealing with were enough to give any mere mortal the heebie-jeebies. He drained his drink. “Okay, I’ll sleep in your bed, but no sex. I’m seeing someone.”

 An hour later, Kirby was stripped down to his white jockey’s, lying as close as he could to the edge of Archer’s king size bed without falling out. Sleep was all but impossible. Firstly, he couldn’t stop thinking about that group of devil worshipers out there planning who knows what. Secondly, he’d glimpsed Archer getting undressed and knew he was buck-naked on the other side of the bed, which was driving him mad with desire, wondering about the size and shape of the wizard’s sex. He tried again to relax his muscles, closing his eyes while he drew in some slow deep breaths, visualizing a white sandy beach with palm trees and gently lapping waves.

“Still awake?”

Kirby snapped his eyes open. “What? Ah, yeah…” He hoped the other man couldn’t read minds.

“Want me to sing you a lullaby?”

Glancing over his shoulder to see Archer’s white teeth flash in the darkness, Kirby had to laugh. “Thanks, Mom, but I’ll pass.”

“How about a good night kiss?”

“Cut it out.”

Cut what out, this?” Archer reached over and laid a gentle hand on Kirby’s shoulder. He let his fingers glide down over the bicep and forearm to Kirby’s palm, which he softly stroked, making the blood shoot to Kirby’s dick. “I may be taking advantage of the situation but sex is a great antidote for tension.”

Kirby, whose pulse was as jerky as his breathing, couldn’t disagree. Nor could he look away from McKenzie’s dark gaze, glowing with erotic promise.

Monday, February 1, 2016



 Shifters and Lovers Book 3

 Coming from Extasy Books, February 15 2016

Can Logan stop running from himself?

 Will Noah stand up for his own happiness? 

Erotic Romance/Gay/Paranormal/Shapeshifter 

Hello everyone,

Thanks for dropping.

I'm giving away three First Read digital copies of Biker's Run (Shifters and Lovers Book 3 ). For those of you who haven't caught up with the series yet, each book can be read as a stand-alone, but the stories do include crossover characters.

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Logan Ripley is an agent for the Drug Enforcement Administration. He’s great at his job but lousy with people. Raised by a drug abusive father, he knows that some feelings are better kept hidden.
Noah Nicklin is a security specialist and lion shifter, whose inbred senses, strength and speed is sought after by the DEA. The Federal Agency is conducting a sting operation, using undercover agents to infiltrate an outlaw biker gang and take down a dangerous drug lord.

An enthusiastic Biker, Noah is thrilled to be part of the covert mission, especially since he’ll be teaming up with Logan Ripley, a wet dream come to life.

Logan Ripley walked back to Securecon’s offices with alarm bells going off in his head. He’d have to watch himself around Noah Nicklin. He could read faces as well as he could shoot, and Noah Nicklin’s eyes had communicated sexual awareness, which could prove to be a problem.
Not that the shifter wasn't his type, he definitely was, with his fair hair and slim muscled torso and those intriguing eyes, the color of golden honey. However, when it came to a rumba between the sheets, Logan had two simple rules. The guy had to be hot, and have no expectations of a future relationship. Logan had come to terms with his personal issues years ago, accepting that he was doomed to spend the rest of his life alone.

 * * * *

The early morning air was already heating up when Noah and Brand met up with the DEA agent. Noah had barely slept last night. Unable to shut off his mind as it filled with Ripley's image.
At present, Noah rubbed the hint of blond whiskers on his chin while he admired the strong line of Ripley's jaw, darkened by sexy stubble.  The agent was dressed in black leather today, radiating testosterone as he slid his sunglasses down his nose to study the shifters’ bikes. Noah’s silver and black Harley was relatively new. He’d saved for a year to buy it and it had plenty of power behind it.

"Good machines," was all Ripley said before he turned and walked toward his own top-of-the-line Harley.

Noah studied the agent’s wide shoulders and well-rounded ass beneath his tight leathers, imagining again how he would look naked. It was going to be tough controlling himself when Ripley was near.

"You’re hot for him, aren’t you?"

Noah glanced up guiltily at Brand’s whispered remark, looking in Ripley’s direction to make sure he hadn’t overheard. "Yeah, I’m attracted," he said, watching Ripley throw a long leg over his bike and fire it up, "but I doubt it’ll amount to anything. The agent obviously has a firm grip on his emotions, even if his looks could make any guy's dick come in an instant." 
Brand chuckled at the aside. "I’ve never known you to give up so easily when you’re in lust with a guy."

As much as Noah would love to get the mercurial Ripley between the sheets, he didn’t want to make a fool of himself. "We'll see how it goes."





Friday, August 7, 2015



Categories: Erotic Romance/Gay/Paranormal/Shapeshifter


Hi All,

Thanks for dropping in. I hope you'll come back often for updates on my books and details on contests and giveaways. To celebrate the release of Romancing The Guardian (book #2 in the Shifters and Lovers series) I'm giving away three digital copies. See excerpts below.

To enter the draw, please leave a comment and your contact information. If you would like to register as a follower on this blog, you will have two chances to win. The contest runs until August 28 2015. The winners will be announced on August 30.
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Who knew the mission would come with rewards.
Rick Cantrell is an up and coming actor, who’s been featured in the top ten of the sexiest men’s polls. He also has stalker on his trail.

Jordan Riker is a lion shifter with a difficult past. He quit his pride due to his controlling father’s demands, and he was burned by his boyfriend shortly after. Now, he’s a newbie bodyguard, assigned to protect the seriously hot, Rick Cantrell. Though Jordan is immediately drawn to the charismatic actor and recognizes the connection between them, he resists Cantrell’s sexual advances to uphold his professional standards and guard his heart from further hurt.

Rick Cantrell is a never-take-no-for-an-answer kind of guy. Despite his bodyguard’s best efforts to push him away, Rick thinks he may have the man of his dreams in Jordan Riker.

 Excerpt #1:

“So Brody Maitland and his husband joined your clan shortly before you left?”

“Yes, they started Securecon about a year before I left the pride.” As he spoke he was aware that Cantrell was watching his mouth. “Later," he said, "when they learned about my circumstances, they offered me this job.”

“They sound like decent guys.”

“They are. I have tremendous respect for both of them.”

“Do you always wear your hair in a ponytail?”

The abrupt change of topic jolted Jordan. “What?”

“Just wondering.” The actor’s gaze dropped to Jordan’s crotch, making it clear he was speculating on the color of his pubic hair, which made Jordan’s pants tightened. Damn it. Cantrell’s continuous flirting was wearing him down. Thank god, Noah Nicklin was flying in as backup. It would save him from spending any longer than was necessary with the alluring actor.

A few beats of silence followed while Cantrell continued to watch Jordan over the rim of his glass. “What would you say if I told you I have an overwhelming urge to kiss you?”

Jordan’s heart jumped. “I’d say that’s a bad idea.”

“Why? You can’t deny there’s a strong attraction. I know it would be good between us. Plus, I’m certainly not going to tell anyone that you’re gay, if that’s what’s bothering you. I have to stay closeted myself, or risk losing the leading roles.”

Jordan avoided a straight answer because he was too conflicted to voice one. Again, he fell back on his professional code. “I have consider what impact our getting involved could have on this case. Your stalker could be out there planning who knows what. If I’m distracted by sex, I can’t function at my top level.” He paused, picking up his water glass as he eyed the actor. “Plus, I don’t figure you for a person who does idealism. You seem to be a right now kind of guy.

A twinkle came into the actor’s blue eyes. “Does that mean you’re looking for true love?”

Jordan’s fingers tensed in his lap. “Even if I were on the lookout for someone special, my present situation doesn’t lend itself to a long-term relationship.”

“Cantrell watched his face closely. “Short-term’s better than nothing.”

Jordan huffed out a breath. “Can we change the subject please? Why don’t you tell me about you?”

The actor’s lips curved. “Am I looking for true love, you mean?"

Excerpt #2:

After a hard swim of fifty laps, Rick climbed out of the hotel pool, pushing his dripping hair away from his face as he walked to a secluded spot and flopped down on a lounger. Unfortunately, the cold water had done nothing to damp down his semi-erection, which pressed against his black swim briefs. As discreetly as possible, he adjusted himself, then pillowed his head with his arms and glanced at the cause of his discomfort.

Riker was sitting upright on a chase lounge, wearing an orange t-shirt and gray swim shorts. Ostensibly he was reading a mystery novel while he watched the goings on in and around the pool area. Rick lowered his gaze to Jordan's crotch, wondering again how much meat he was packing behind his sensible swim shorts... When his cock moved, he dragged his gaze away, wondering if he should give his stand-in and occasional fuck buddy a call. What would Riker think of that? Would he leave them alone in the suite to do their thing, or stay because he was duty-bound?

He blew out a breath. The problem was he didn't want anyone but Riker, his mouth, his cock, but since they weren't going to fuck, all he could do was fantasize and self-serve. With the daydream running through his mind and the sun warming his back, Rick didn't recall drifting off, but he came sharply awake when a hand fell on his shoulder. "Yeah, what's up?" Turning onto his back, he rubbed his eyes, squinting up at a face haled by the sun. "Jordan?"
"You've been asleep for almost an hour. I was worried you'd get burnt."
Rick had to laugh. "Well, thanks, mom. Do you want to rub sunblock on me?" 

Thursday, May 7, 2015


Bound To Brody

Now available at all online book stores.
 Book #1 in the Shifters and Lovers series
Erotic Romance/Gay/Shapeshifter

Read the synopsis and adult excerpt below

Amazon US


Does a second chance at love have a price?

 Zac McQuade is a former marine living two lives. On the surface he’s a special agent for the FBI. Undercover, he’s an assassin for the Secret Intelligence Service. When Zac returns to his childhood home for his niece’s christening, the last person he expects to see is Brody Maitland, his former college crush. Though Zac’s attraction to Brody has gone unfulfilled, he still thinks of him as the one who got away.

 Dr. Brody Maitland is a practicing psychologist with a few secrets of his own. Though he has always admired Zac, he thinks he is terminally straight. Currently, Brody is conducting an off-the-record investigation, in search of a young male patient who’s gone missing. Believing Zac’s cover story, Brody enlists his help to solve the intricate case, plunging them both into a deadly game of intrigue and deception. As the attraction between the two very different men heats up, they are faced with the ultimate test of love and loyalty.


 Zac pushed open the door to The Decoy Club and almost fell back from the blast of thumping music and raised voices. He grinned as he snaked his way through the mass of bodies. He’d always enjoyed the high energy of gay clubs, and this one was one of the best, crowded with guys of all ages and from all walks of life.
Heading for the bar, Zac was lucky enough to snag a seat at the far end. Above him on the mezzanine, there were rows of men leaning over the balcony railing, watching the action below. Zac was aware of the speculative glances being cast in his direction. It was liberating and reassuring to see so many like-minded men, knowing every one of them accepted him for who he was.
 “Well, hello, good-looking. I haven’t seen you in here before.”
 Glancing up at the smiling bartender, Zac automatically clicked into cover mode. “Yeah, I’m visiting friends in the area.” In truth, he’d been in the club several times over the past few years.
 The bartender held his gaze. “Well, if you’re looking for company, I get off eleven…”
 “Tempting,” Zac said. “But I’m waiting for someone.” Then again, if Brody wasn’t on the scene, this guy was exactly Zac’s type, fair-haired and well-built without being overly muscular.
 “Well, if your date doesn’t show, or you change your mind, I’m right here.”
 “Good to know,” Zac said, “and I’ll take a beer.”
 * * * *
Brody entered the noisy Decoy club in a state of high excitement. Though he didn’t expect that Zac and he would have sex tonight, he hoped they would make a start in that direction. It had been hell holding his feelings in check while he worked the case alongside his walking wet dream, and after that kiss…

He stopped dead when his beast detected a familiar scent. He turned his head to see Zac sitting at the dim end of the bar. God, Brody thought, he looks sexy as hell, all dressed up in his cute button-down shirt.
Brody had deliberated over his outfit, not sure if he should wear jeans because Zac might. He was glad he’d changed his mind and worn tailored black trousers to go with his new burgundy Armani shirt. As he drew closer to the bar, his heart began to pick up a beat. He skirted around a group of men in business suits, and ended up a few paces behind Zac, reaching out to tap one of his muscular shoulders. He froze when Zac turned abruptly with a fierce look on his face.
“Uh, hi,” Brody stammered, taking a step backward. “Has something happened?”
 Zac gave a slight shake of his head. “Sorry, coming up behind me like that can spook me.”
 Brody surmised the reaction was left over from Zac’s army days, where soldiers counted on their heightened senses. Now, he watched Zac’s features soften into a slow gorgeous smile.
 “So, Doctor Maitland, can I buy you a drink?”
 Gazing back into those heavily lashed electric blue eyes, filled with sexual promise, Brody felt the blood pooling in his groin, stiffening his dick...