Monday, December 16, 2013


Menage / BDSM/Shapeshifter/ Sci-fi (soft)

Remy Adara has been waiting for a chance to even the score with Jett Vega—he’s the hotter than hot ex-lover who hung her out to dry last year, causing her to lose her dream job with Starfleet Galactic.

Fate takes a surprise swing when Vega contacts Remy and wants to talk. While Remy journeys to confront him, she runs into Bric Rayder, a Starfleet instructor she’s lusted after for years. It turns out that Jett and Bric know each other, and there’s more to the hunks than meets the eye...



Sunday, November 17, 2013

Huntress Takes All

Huntress Chronicles Book #3

Brig Monroe is a brainy security specialist with unique paranormal abilities—a geek with muscles. When it comes to the up-close-and- personal, Brig likes sex as much as the next guy, but she doesn't do emotion, she's amused by people who believe in true love.

Duncan Cameron is a purebred Scottish prince, and sovereign ruler of the rim planet, Ben Nevis II. The media likes to portray him as a playboy. The assassins on his trail call him the target.

When Brig is hired to fortify Cameron’s defenses, her perspective on life is put to test the instant she meets the dazzling prince. The last thing she needs is the distraction of white-hot lust when one-step in the wrong direction could mean death for both of them.


With the planet’s twin suns rising behind her, she had a clear view of the man leaning casually against the hood of the red car. Brig judged him to be in his mid-thirties. His hair was dark and longish, and he was dressed informally in black pants and a cream-colored sweater. It was difficult to tell if he was part of the palace security team or some sort of ripped royal gofer.
      She noted she was also getting a marked once-over. Her build took most people aback. Not only was she was tall for a female, but her years of physical training, in a mix of martial arts, had given her a body as powerful as most men. That was fine with her. Appearances were everything in her line of work.
      Now, she heard the stranger’s communicator buzz. She watched him push away from the car and turn his back while he spoke to the caller. Brig noted he was unusually large, perhaps a head taller than her with a solid set of muscles stretching his cream sweater. Her gaze drifted downward, taking in his tight black pants, which outlined powerful thighs…and a very nice butt. She ignored the twist of reflex lust and listened carefully. Anyone she met from now on could be a would-be murderer.
      “No, it won’t be a problem. I’ll speak to him privately when I return.”
His rumbling baritone carried an air of authority and a hint of an accent. Brig surmised it was a Scottish burr, since Ben Nevis’s colonizers had originated from Scotland. On a deeper level, her hyper-senses told her the stranger’s chi harbored warrior traits, no surprise there if he was a bodyguard. Since she didn’t pick up any dark energy, she relaxed a trifle.
      “That’ll be fine,” she heard him tell the other party. “Set the others up for an early meet tomorrow.” He clicked off his link and turn to face Brig. Gold glinted on his wrist as he removed his sunglasses. He stared for a long strumming moment. “Good morning. I’m Duncan Cameron.”
      Brig was astonished both by the fact that the man himself had come to meet her and by the electric blue eyes examining her as though she were an undetermined and unexpected species.
      He was the exact opposite of what she’d expected, disturbingly attractive with a sculptured mouth and smooth tanned skin that showed he spent a lot of time outdoors. Since she didn’t care for the fact that looking at him made her feel as if she needed to take a deep steadying breath, she rolled her shoulders and gave him her I’m-here-to-save-your-ass face. “Good morning. You can call me Brig or Monroe.” She never used her full name, Brigitta. It sounded too feminine for her line of work.
      Cameron gave her a long level look. “Very well, Monroe. Let’s get going. We can talk on the way.”
      Still wondering why Mr. Big would trouble himself to drive out to meet her when fawning minions must surround him, it suddenly struck— “Wait! Has something happened? Did you receive another death threat?” Quickly, she scanned the countryside again.
Cameron cast her an irritated glance. “Nothing has happened. Everything is fine. Now, let’s go. I have a meeting to attend.”
      Brig couldn’t tell if it was bruised ego or something else that was annoying him. Men could be absurdly touchy about their male pride. If he felt unmanned because a female would be standing guard over him that was his problem. “Fine,” she said, “but if you want my advice you’ll stop tooling around in that little number—” She tipped her head toward the sleek open-topped car. “You might as well put a bull’s-eye on your back.”
      His blue eyes narrowed on her face. “I’ll assume you’re not deliberately trying to annoy me, Miz Monroe, and I’ll tell you just as bluntly that I will travel as I wish.”
      She shrugged. “Your call, but since I come with a very high price tag, why pay it if you’re not planning to take my advice?”
      “Because I didn’t engage you personally…my Minister of Trade, Hagen Warner, took it upon himself to initiate your contract.”
      She nodded slowly as she absorbed that. “Understood, but if Intel surmises that you might be a target during the upcoming trade talks, why are you not taking the threat seriously?”
      He shrugged. “I’m not disregarding it, but threats are part-and-parcel of my job, and it’s not the first time Warner has overreacted. But enough about that. What I primarily wish to discuss with you is your style of behavior while you’re here.”
      His high-handed attitude was really starting to piss her off.
      “I don’t know how you normally go about protecting your clients, but in this instance, since you’re here under sufferance, I don’t want you in my face while I’m conducting business.”
      While it was tempting to trade a few sharp barbs with His Haughtiness and head back to the shuttle, her business sense prevailed. On top of her fee of fifty thousand universal credits to safeguard Cameron until the trade meetings were completed, her contract stipulated she’d receive double that amount, if she could identify and neutralize the hired gun.
      Brig had earmarked the bonus for the charity she’d set up two years ago. A shelter for battered women and their children named Haven House, in memory of Anya Brooke, a college friend of Brig’s who had died from a beating at the hands of her husband. Brig didn’t learn about the years of domestic abuse Anya had endured until it was too late, but in her friend’s name, Brig could help other women. “Right,” she said. “I’ll do my best to carry out my duties while following your directives.”
      He held her gaze. Calculating her mindset, she thought.
      “Good, so we understand each other.”
      Before she could respond, his com-link buzzed again. This time he glanced down at the screen, frowned and rejected the call.
      Watching his expression while she took her sunglasses out of her backpack, Brig picked up an emotion in Cameron that told her it was a woman trying to reach him. Doubtless, there was no shortage of beautiful women in his life, and why would there be? Wealth and power were heavy-duty aphrodisiacs, not to mention his spectacular looks.
      He surprised her with an unexpected show of courtesy, bending to haul up her duffle bag and place it on the rear seat next to her backpack.
      “No problem.”
      As he turned toward her again, something dark and intense flashed in his blue eyes, causing her senses to spike sharply in response. For one totally absurd moment, she got an image of him moving in to lock lips with her in a hard bruising kiss. Completely flummoxed, she went rigid, her breathing suspended. When he merely reached behind her to open the car door, she sidestepped, calling herself a moron.
      “Jump in,” he said. “The journey will take approximately twenty minutes. I’ll answer any questions you might have on the way.”
      Feeling as if hot-to-trot was now flashing on her forehead, she covered her eyes with sunglasses, and sank into the beige leather seat that felt as soft as butter. She didn’t doubt that Cameron had picked up on her reaction, and was amused by it. She had to be the exact opposite of the women he normally took to bed.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Remember, remember the fifth of November ... today is known as Guy Fawkes Night, Bonfire Night and Firework Night.

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Saturday, September 14, 2013

A Snippet From The WIP

 Menage a Trois / Shapeshifter/ Sci-fi (soft)

Remy Adara wasn’t sure what would happen when she came face-to-face with Jett Vega again. His brief message had offered no clues. If you come to my home on Corvis, you will learn more about past events. He’d signed it JV, and included an access link for prepaid transport.
    Remy’s first instinct was to tell him to go to hell, but she was curious. Why, after eighteen months of silence, had Vega decided to talk to her? She considered it might be a ploy, but figured that if Jett Vega had wanted to harm her, he would have done so long before now. The deciding factor was closure. She needed to put the painful episode behind her—

Friday, August 2, 2013

Welcome to The Summer Lovin' Blog Hop!

Over fifty authors and bloggers have joined together to give you the chance to win an awesome bundle of books, and read some great stories about summer love.

The hop will run from the 5th to the 8th of August. Be sure to hop to each blog and comment with your email to increase your chances of winning. Each comment counts as an entry!

Our lovely bloggers are also offering individual prizes, so be sure to check them out.

Leave a comment and email below for a chance to win a digital book from The Huntress Chronicles
 (three copies available)

You choose the title.

Also, if you would like to join this blog as a follower, it will count as an extra entry! 


Private Investigator, Kat Monroe, is a woman to be reckoned with, an inborn huntress with predatory speed and lightning fast reflexes. Now a sadistic killer has her in his sights. Aiming to take her forward in time, where she’ll be forced to fight in a gladiatorial arena.

Enter Max and Brett Jericho, time traveling supercops on assignment to bring the killer to justice. Even as her world becomes deadlier, Kat is blown away by the men from the future. When they all end up in bed together, things really start to get interesting.

Determined to beat the killer at his own game, Kat opts to travel to the future and set herself up as bait. With her supercops watching her back, what could possible go wrong

My American Summer

The summer I turned twenty, I was living in Britain, attending university while the usual events were happening in my family’s lives. My parents planned to spend their summer vacation in the south of England, in the same cottage they had rented for the past ten years. Naturally, they expected my two brothers and me to travel along with them. As much as I loved my family, I was looking for a little more excitement during the summer break. As if on cue, my best pal, Yvonne, called to ask if I would like to accompany her on a trip to visit her grandparents in Florida. I was over the moon. All it would cost was airfare, and I would get to try my luck with American men.

The first day on the beach in Fort Lauderdale, Yvonne and I were surreptitiously drinking beer out of paper cups while we studied the local talent. The guy who caught my eye was running the parasailing concession, and he was totally my type with shoulder-length dark hair, and a body that was well-built without being hulky and disproportionate. In my tipsy state, I told Yvonne I was going to have him before I went home. She laughed and told me to go for it. She had her eye on the guy who ran the Banana Boat Rides.

The next day, wearing my new minuscule yellow bikini, I sucked in my belly and approached my target. His name was Jeff, and what I hadn’t seen from a distance were his electric blue eyes. We clicked immediately, chatting about anything and everything. He was starting law school in the fall, and I was planning a career in advertising. After that, we saw each other every day. We swam in the ocean, and took long walks along the beach at night. I lost five pound in the next week, doubtlessly due to my constant state of excitement. Boy, could he kiss.

I tried not to think about it ending, but the last day arrived, and it was difficult not to get emotional. Jeff drove me to the airport, and I asked the couple standing in line behind us to take our photo with my camera. Finally, I said goodbye and started toward the boarding gate. Jeff pulled be back and kissed me hard. We hung onto each other for long moments before he released me. We both understood that he had to stay, and I couldn’t. On the journey home, I cried in the airplane bathroom. When I got back to England, we wrote and called a few times, and talked about seeing each other again. We never did. I still have the photo from the airport, and I’ll forget those beautiful blue eyes…

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Monday, January 14, 2013


Hello everyone!

I’m pleased to announce that Huntress for Hire is nominated for a CAPA award in the best Sci-fi category!…

What's Better Than a Gorgeous Time Traveling Supercop? Two of Them

Erotic Romance/Ménage a Trois/Shape-shifter/Time Travel 

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