Monday, February 4, 2019

Hi, everyone! Welcome to my webpage. I’ve come back from the future to write a contemporary romance.
The book includes steamy love scenes intended for mature readers.
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Delaney Cole has no interest in love and marriage, at this time. She’s a computer whiz, aiming to become a force in Silicon Valley. To pay the bills, she teaches computer science at the local high school. When a fellow teacher is murdered, Delaney discovers the body and finds herself the focus of a psychopath’s fantasies.

Enter Jake Torrance, Special Forces veteran, now a homicide detective with the Boston PD. Jake's commitment to his work was a factor in the breakdown of his marriage. The follow-on slugfest divorce was a life lesson he won't soon forget.

While the murder investigation unfolds, and the killer circles closer, Jake and Delaney dance around their unexpected attraction to each other. The charismatic detective fits the image of Delaney's fantasy love to a T, but he's arrived too early and at the worst possible time.

Jake struggles to stay professional, but Delaney stirs emotions he thought he could no longer feel. He starts to believe she might be his second chance at happiness--if he can keep her alive.

Saturday, May 5, 2018


HARD CONTACT (Guild Enforcer Book 1)
Gay/Erotic/Paranormal Romance
Hard Contact is the first book in the Guild Enforcer Series. It’s a sexy, action-packed m/m romance with no cliffhangers and a HEA ending.

On the surface, Ty Lighthorne is a successful bounty hunter based in Boston. Undercover, he’s part of a covert task force regulated by the Fae Justice Guild. Ty and the team pursue paranormal criminals who’ve escaped to the human realm to avoid punishment. Since Ty is a hybrid, half human and half Fae, he’s totally at home in both dimensions.

Reed Harrison’s dream of becoming a piano soloist was in his grasp until tragedy ripped his world apart. When the justice system fails him, he devises his own method of retribution reinventing himself as a licensed bounty hunter.

Ty and Reed are polar opposites, but events force them into partnership and the sexual sparks fly. Reed maintains his distance because he’s all about the mission—hell-bent on revenge. Ty is a mix of toughness and devil-may-care with a strong allegiance to the Justice Guild. He knows better than to trust anyone with his secrets. A hot-blooded affair could threaten both their futures.


Reed looked up sharply at the sound of Ty Lighthorne’s rumbling voice. It had come as a jolt seeing him in the bar. Matching the image he’d recently scoped out online.

At thirty two, Lighthorne was one of the country’s top-ranked bounty hunters—ex-military, Army Ranger, with a chest full of medals and a master’s degree in Criminal Justice. People in bail bond circles tended to talk about him in hushed voices. It was common knowledge he went after the underworld heavyweights, and his success rate was legendary. Despite the media’s interest in him, he refused to be interviewed, which generated more interest.

In the flesh, Lighthorne looked as powerful as his reputation. Wide shouldered, narrow hipped, with legs that went on forever. He was handsome in a been-there-done-that kind of way.  His face was seasoned by sun and wind, his dark hair was thick and wavy, and his deep blue eyes conveyed cool confidence. He looked exactly like an actor who would have been cast to play a bounty hunter in an action movie.

Reed felt equal parts of awe and frustration that the famous hunter had stepped in to wield the upper hand. He’d known there was a primary bond agent when he’d signed up for a side deal. He should have figured Lighthorne was the lead. Doubtless the bond companies fought to enlist his services.

Reed watched him as he turned attention to the bail skip. “Last chance, Jesse, give me your supplier’s name and a location or else.”

Apparently, Lighthorne’s reputation, as a man who played by his own rules was well-known on the streets. Butler swallowed noisily and caved. “His name’s Lonnie Bryant.”

Lighthorne nodded. “Last known address?”

Butler’s dark eyes darted fearfully, as if seeking another escape way. “I told the truth on that. I don’t know where he lives.”

Lighthorne cuffed Butler upside the head. “Then it’s jail for you, my man. I need contact information on Bryant.”

Butler looked increasingly muddled and scared. “Okay, okay, gimme a minute.” He squeezed his eyes shut, scrunching his brows, as if to search his memory for any small scrap of information. His eyes popped open, and he flashed his buck teeth. “I do know a place. But it’s not a house. It’s a club, called Mulberry's, over on Dawson Street. I heard Lonnie spends a lot of time there because he’s got the hots for a female bartender.” He flicked his hopeful gaze back and forth at their faces. “I cooperated. That’s all I got. Swear ta God.”

Lighthorne held Butler’s gaze, as if to gauge his honesty. He nodded. “You can go. Next time you won’t be so lucky.”
Reed moved to remove Butler’s restraints, then watched him scurry away. He was disappointed they hadn’t gotten more information. Wondering what his next move should be.

“Maybe you should make your bones with a less dangerous case.”

Reed spun. “What?”

Lighthorne’s intense blue eyes were narrowed speculatively. “I’m guessing you’re really tracking Dominic Salazar?”

Reed hesitated, but there was no reason to deny it. “Yeah, I’m looking for him.”

Lighthorne nodded. “Okay, since you’re a freshly minted hunter, you're probably not aware  that Salazar is forging links with the Russian Mafia.”

Reed hadn’t known that. But even if Lighthorne was trying to help him, it still rankled to be underrated by the top dog. “Look I might be a newbie, but I'm not a damn candy ass. I don't back down from a challenge.” He raised his voice to emphasize, “I'm going to nail Salazar, and you can take that to the bank.”

Lighthorne studied him through those razor-sharp blue eyes. The punch of power behind them was unnerving.

Standing this close, Reed could breathe him in, and he smelled so damn good, oozing virility. When his groin tightened, Reed shifted his weight feeling his face heating. “Right then, I’ll be on my way.”

Lighthorne’s white teeth flashed in the darkness, as if he were aware of Reed’s reaction. He gave a two-fingered salute. “I wish you luck, Agent Harrison. Don’t get in my way.”

Reed’s heart was pounding as he watched Lighthorne head toward a pick-up truck. The top hunter’s long-limbed gait was fast and fluid, as enjoyable to look at as the rest of him. He was dangerous and sexy. Reed didn’t doubt that men and women were queuing up to be with him. When he found himself speculating on the size of Lighthorne’s unfettered dick, he blanked the image.

Jesus Harrison. Dial it back. The last thing he needed was horny thoughts short-circuiting his brain. He turned to climb into his own car, listening to Lighthorne’s vehicle firing up and then the heavy purr of its ultra-powerful engine as he drove away.




Thursday, May 18, 2017

Gay/Erotic Romance 

Cody Madrid wasn’t born into privilege. He grew up in a trailer park and suffered a childhood from hell. The gritty start to life didn’t break him. It honed him. With discipline, hard work and some unexpected luck, he founded Starwest Industries and built it into a multimillion-dollar empire.

Ben Jackson grew up in a loving family, enjoyed a picture-perfect childhood and aspires to become a fine artist. He’s vacationing in Greece when he literally falls at Cody’s feet. Their meeting is electric, but forestalled when Ben receives tragic news from home. As a result, he puts his artistic ambitions on hold, and looks for a full-time job to help support his family.
When Ben is hired by Starwest Industries, he has no idea that Cody Madrid owns the company. Their professional relationship means Ben has to work closely with the most compelling man he’s ever met without falling in love with him. Though Cody is still closeted, he finds himself falling hard and fast for the blond, blue-eyed Ben. But Cody has issues to work on, and someone has a hold on Ben. He’s been trapped into living a lie that could ruin any chance of a future with Cody.


Thursday, November 17, 2016

Gay/Erotic Romance 
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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.