Monday, April 20, 2015


Erotic Romance/Gay GLBT/Paranormal/Shapeshifter


Thanks for dropping in. I hope you’ll come back frequently for updates on my books and details on contests and giveaways. At present I’m giving away three digital copies of Bound To Brody, the first book in the Shifters and Lovers series—release date May 1 2015.

The synopsis and excerpt are posted below. To enter the draw, please leave a comment and your contact information. Also, if you would like to register as a follower on this blog, you will have two chances to win. The contest runs until April 28 2015. The winners will be announced on April 30.

Good Luck!

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. 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...





Sunday, February 22, 2015

Romance’s Popularity Keeps Growing

While the publishing industry reported another decrease in net revenue during the last quarter, romantic fiction sales have remained relatively steady, beating out both mainline, mystery and classic fiction. Romance also made a strong appearance on the best-seller lists under various imprints. And ebooks sales are racing away.

So despite the detractors who sneer at the genre where women are most dominant, it’s all good news for readers who like to lose themselves between the pages of a romance novel. The market revenue is estimated to grow, no matter the format.

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...



Tuesday, November 5, 2013

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

Read more about Guy Fawkes 

Saturday, September 14, 2013

A Snippet From The WIP

Genres: 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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