Thursday, November 17, 2016

Gay/Erotic Romance 
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Second Shot (A Straight to Gay Contemporary Romance) will soon be available for preorder. It's going live on December 8 2016. You can read an excerpt below. 
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Dillon McQueen has magic in his blood, but it’s untrained and hard to control. His spells don’t always hit the mark. He wishes there was someone he could turn to for guidance, but he was abandoned as an infant, and his heritage remains a mystery. Out in the everyday world, Dillon has a law degree from Harvard, but opted to work independently, on the investigative side of things.
Enter Nick Montana, former Army Ranger, still connected to Special Forces, presently working freelance. Six years ago, Dillon had a mad crush on the enigmatic Montana, but his feelings went unfulfilled, as Montana is straight. Now the ranger steps back into Dillon’s life to ask him to team-up and rescue a young boy who was kidnapped by human traffickers.
When the two men go undercover at a male strip club, to play the roles of gay men, Dillon inadvertently casts a spell that has interesting repercussions.

When a tall figure moved behind the concierge’s desk, the hair on the nape of Dillon’s neck stirred. He glanced up and froze in disbelief. My God, it’s him. As much as Dillon had taken the dream that was Nick Montana to heart six years ago, he’d never expected to see him again. Unsure now if he should approach and say hi, or pretend he hadn’t seen him.
The decision was made when Montana flicked his gaze in Dillon’s direction. He hesitated for a split second, then made an abrupt turn and strode straight toward Dillon.
Though he'd carried a dazzling image of Nick Montana in his mind for six years, Dillon had almost convinced himself it was part of his credulous youth, and was not based on reality. In truth, none of his recollections came close to the present reality. Montana looked taller and more rugged than Dillon remembered and sexy as hell. Dillon thrust his hands into his pockets and did his best to look casual.
At six feet even, Dillon was shorter than Montana, and had to tilt his head to look at the older man, who flashed him a quick smile. “Hi Dillon, I’m glad I caught you.”
Dillon’s befuddled brain wasn’t following. “Caught me?"
“Matt Ellis sent me. He tried to contact you, but your cell’s not working.”
“Oh, yeah, charger’s on the blink.” He tried to focus. “Matt sent you?”
”He wants us to team up on a mission, if you don’t mind cutting your vacation short.”
Dillon stared. “Team up?” Even if he could only look, it was a gift from heaven.
“Is that going to be a problem?”
“What? Oh, no, no problem. I was about to check out anyway. Always happy to help Matt out—” He forced air into his lungs. “What kind of mission?”
“A rescue attempt, which we can we discuss over a cup of coffee? I’ve been traveling for twenty-two hours and I haven’t slept in thirty-eight.”
They chose the restaurant on the hotel's mezzanine floor. It was large and pleasantly decorated in shades of blue, most of the tables were occupied by holiday makers, enjoying a light meal after a lazy day at the beach. Dillon and Montana sat down at a four-top, facing each other.
Since it was impossible to tell from Montana’s expression what was going on in his head, Dillon used his psychic power to try and get a fix on his thoughts. It had failed him in the past, and frustratingly, it still did, which meant he still had no idea if Montana knew he was gay. Dillon suspected he didn’t, or he wouldn’t have accepted him as a partner. Most straight men didn’t want to hang with a gay guy. In case others started to question their masculinity.
A cheerful, dark-haired waitress hurried over to take their orders. Glancing at the menu, Nick asked for roast beef on rye, with all the trimmings.
Dillon just ordered coffee. He was too jittery to eat with Montana sitting across from him oozing his special brand of charisma. While men had always come easy to Dillon, few had stimulated his chemistry adequately to merit more than a few dates, probably because he’d been using Montana’s image as a bench mark for six years. Despite the water under the bridge his heart still ached for the unattainable, which meant he was bound to get hurt again if he took this mission. He wondered, in the interest of self-preservation, if he should try and finagle his way out of it.
”So how’s life treating you, Dillon? Last I heard you were heading to law school.”

Dillon blinked back, looked into Montana’s expressive dark eyes and knew there was no way he could pull out of the assignment. Not without looking like an idiot. Whatever else happened, he didn’t want to lose Montana’s respect. He gave a small smile. “Yes, I went ahead and got my law degree, even though I’d already decided to work on the investigative side of things.”
“And how are you finding it?”
“Managing to stay busy.” Because he was dying to know what Montana might be thinking about him, as he was now, he added, “I’m surprised you agreed to take me on as a partner. I recall you saying you preferred to work solo.”
Montana nodded. “I do, but this mission is complicated, and you come highly recommended by Matt.” He looked up and smiled as the waitress placed his sandwich on the table and poured them coffee from a thermal jug.
Dillon waited until she left, then went on, “So, how long have you worked for Matt?”
“A few years, off and on."
Dillon was intrigued to realize he’d had a connection to Montana through Matt and hadn’t known it. He watched as Montana poured cream into his coffee, thinking how the angles of his broad cheekbones and strong nose were a sharp contrast to his generously curved mouth. He couldn't count the times he'd dreamt about kissing that mouth— He glanced away, told himself to stick to business.
"Tell me about the mission."



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 

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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."