Tuesday, November 13, 2012

New Release: RIGHT WOLF, RIGHT TIME


Right Wolf, Right Time, now available!!
a Cougar Falls story

When good girls go bad, they go wolf.

Shapeshifter Monty GrayClaw has lived a wild life. A youth spent in Cougar Falls hadn't prepared him for the outside world, or for Hunters—humans who capture and slaughter Ac-taw. They nearly killed him before he escaped years of torture. Now living safely in Cougar Falls once more, he's trying to put the past behind him and look toward the future.

That future includes Sophie Tanner, a shy woman new to both her Ac-taw heritage and the town. Sophie is a sweet, lovely young wolf who calls to everything inside him. When an enemy from Monty’s past tracks him down, it will take the gentle woman with a will of iron to save the day. But when their shared history comes to haunt them both, can Monty save his mate, or will she leave him and Cougar Falls behind forever?

To read an excerpt, click here.


Sunday, November 11, 2012

Win a Copy of Right Wolf, Right Time

Want to win a copy of Right Wolf, Right Time, which releases Tuesday, November 13th? Just read this post, at Nikki Duncan's and comment there for a chance to win. Good luck! 

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Happy Birthday Marines! 237 Years

Today, the United States Marine Corps celebrates its 237th birthday. Semper Fidelis!


Friday, November 9, 2012

Sex Huts for Girls?

Last night while watching Taboo, a National Geographic show that tells stories of things we in the West consider taboo that others see as normal, I watched a fascinating program about love huts made for adolescent girls in Cambodia. These girls were members of the Kreung tribe, and the fact that their fathers and the girls together built private abodes for the young girls' sexual awakening was intriguing.

By and large, the families aren't trying to get their daughters knocked up at the first available moment, but to let their daughters embrace their sexuality. The girls choose their partners. Rape and force are nearly nonexistent. And the girls practice the "try before you buy" concept of meeting and interacting with potential mates before choosing the best one suited for her.

Many will decree this immoral or illicit. Then again, these are the same folks who think their kids never have sex and don't even know what a boobie is. Please.

Granted, I'd be a bit uncomfortable to have a 10 year old daughter engaging in sex, but the idea of independence, choice, and a gradual maturity where the girl is taught to embrace her femininity and sexuality is completely liberating. I'm totally on board with that. The sex part I could get over if my daughter understood conception and that feelings accompany the physical act. As do the repercussions of children. Most children, when allowed, move at their own pace with life. And by not constraining, but educating and helping their children to understand a mature phase of life, I think the Kreung are doing a real service to their daughters.

But then, that's me. Anyway, I thought it was a fascinating topic. Thoughts?

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Wednesday Words: ENEMY RED


I'm feeling wolfie today. So here's an excerpt from Enemy Red, where a werewolf meets a sorceress from an enemy clan, and well, the fur flies. Whoo-ee.

Fenris stared in confusion at Rudra, trying to superimpose a wolf’s face over this gorgeous woman’s features, while he gripped the blanket around his waist. She had alabaster skin, bright, golden eyes and thick, dark red hair so lustrous it couldn’t possibly be real.
Caught by a wave of lust so extreme he could barely stand, Fenris wavered on his feet.
“I have just the thing for you,” the sorcerer said and took a step away. “Rudra, you stay here. It’s going to take me some time to find it, but I have just what Fenris needs back at the house.”
“No, Dad, wait,” she yelled, but Rurik vanished, leaving her standing there, all alone. With Fenris.
He licked his lips and caught the scent of her on his tongue. He inhaled, seeking more, and tasted desire in the air when she rubbed her thighs together.
“Ah, hold on.” Rudra stared at the growing bulge beneath his blanket and swallowed loudly.
Fenris groaned. He dropped the cover and let her look her fill. At the moment, it didn’t matter that she had human blood, that she was clearly not of his clan or that she’d tried to kill him earlier. His body demanded he possess her, and he was lost to nature’s call.
Between one breath and the next, he darted forward and shoved her back against the wall. He could feel her strength. His wolf liked the aggressive female. She matched his strong will, and he had a feeling her appetite would equal his.
“Hey. Let me go.” She tried to pull away from him.
The damn female was strong, really strong. Pack alpha within her own right, he thought with satisfaction. Hell, if he were any other wolf, she might have succeeded. But the power that made him a feared oddity in his pack’s eyes gave him the strength to take this woman. With a grin, he tightened his grip on her.
“You’re amazing. So strong, so female.” He inhaled her scent again and wanted to howl with pleasure. Shifting one hand into a set of claws, he made quick work of her clothing. In moments she stood naked against him. Her fleshy curves rubbed against his tense flesh and blazed a trail of fire straight through his cock.
Fuck me, she’s perfect. He watched her lips part and immediately imagined them around his shaft, then begging for mercy while he commanded her obedience. Because deep down, he knew this alpha bowed to no one, and his werewolf’s need to possess finally felt right.
“What are you doing to me? I want to fuck so badly, I can’t breathe,” she moaned, writhing against him.
Spreading her scent and a throbbing ache everywhere they touched, Rudra captivated him like no other.
Fenris lifted her ass in his palms and aligned her pussy where it would do the most good. He pushed his hips forward and, feeling the wet heat there, thrust hard. He seated himself balls deep and nearly came.
“Shit,” he panted, losing himself in her tight body. He pulled back and rammed in even harder, the rhythm one he couldn’t stop.
“Yes. Oh yes,” she whispered, so tight around him he thought he’d explode.
Fenris wanted to kiss her, to taste her everywhere. Her mouth, her neck, her breasts. That sweet pussy that gloved him, urging him to release. But he couldn’t stop himself. Too intent on filling her, he continued to pound into her, through her orgasm and harder.
His balls tightened and his shaft tingled from base to tip.
“Gonna come,” he muttered and bit down hard on her neck. He jetted into her with an intensity that consumed him. Fenris grasped her ass and lifted her higher, controlling her perfect hips so she milked all of him.
The scent of his seed on her sated his overwhelming lust, enough to allow him a breath and a moment before starting again.
“Wait,” she gasped, shoving at his shoulders. “You—I—we can’t do this.”
“We just did,” he murmured and leaned down to kiss her. “Fuck, I want you again. I have to have you. Such a sweet little pussy, Red. You’re so good,” he said on a breath as fiery desire consumed him—and her--once more.
He took her twice again before he withdrew, content for the time being. He’d never before come so hard or responded so quickly to a female, but with Red, he couldn’t help himself. Aware of his cum sliding down her thighs, he ignored her protests and lifted her in his arms, carrying her into the small bathroom off the main room. He propped her up on the sink.
Finding a clean cloth, Fenris wet it with warm water and cleaned her up, foregoing the soap. He didn’t want his scent over her diluted by lavender and lye. Red had yet to blink as she stared at him. He wondered what she saw, hoping she liked him enough to agree to another romp, preferably in a bed this time.
At the thought, he hardened again.
When her eyes widened, fixed on his erection, he flushed. “I can’t help it. You are so damn pretty.”
She blushed, and he wanted to see her turn that pretty pink all over.
Fenris dropped to his knees and spread her thighs wide. “I can’t stop thinking about filling you up. I love my seed all over you, inside you.” He ran the rag between her legs, rubbing that tiny nub he could feel growing hard. She smelled clean, and she smelled like him. “You were so tight, so perfect.” So mine.
 To read more, click here.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Jack Is No More


Well, they were here and gone in the blink of an eye. Halloween is no more, and all the decorations are put away. These were our pumpkins this year. Mine, of course, is the stellar one eyed-Jack in the middle. The boys created their own scary guys, though my littlest one is still very much wanting everything funny at Halloween. sigh. So difficult to scare that one. In any event, instead of the cold weather one would expect at this time of year, it's nearly 60°!  But hey, it's sunny, the kids are in school, and I'm writing--a great Monday. Now I'm back to my latest work-in-progress, Love In Electric Blue
Psychics + romance = SEXY SUCCESS.  And now, back to my story.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Life After Sandy

While I've been safe out here in Oregon, I have family and friends in the Northeast who were hit by the storm. My grandfather in particular has a place out in Cape May, New Jersey. The beach area was hit hard but is doing surprisingly well. Check out this article he sent me which has some terrific pictures. 

I set my Circe's Recruits series in Cape May, because I've spent many a summer visit trolling the area. The brick Washington Square Mall is a favorite haunt of mine, and outside of that are the Victorian homes that attract tons of tourists to their bed and breakfast establishments each year. 

But here's thanks that the storm wasn't as bad as it could have been. And God bless any who lost more than they could afford to lose, especially their lives. 

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Wednesday Words

How could I forget? Forgive me, Halloween stole my thunder.

This is from a story I wrote but never published, and still mean to get to--Service With a Smile. Isabel is a Seeker, trying to track down an amulet. Bum Bum. And this is her story. (Sorry, a little too much Law and Order in my diet. haha)


          “Remember, Isabel. It’s a large chest, and gleaming gems of emerald wink out from its face. Hard, sturdy material will protect what needs protecting.  The heart of the thing is pure, so treat it with gentle hands. You’ll find your compass encased in glass.”
            Shit.  Gertie’d been describing the Adonis under the water, not an actual compass to direct her toward the amulet.  “The compass encased in glass” wasn’t in the antique china cabinet, but in the damned see-through shower stall large enough to hold four grown men. 
            Staring bemusedly at her supposed “help,” Isabel groaned.  Gertie had really outdone herself. 
            The body underneath the shower spray made Isabel’s mouth water.  No normal undine, this male stood taller than her own formidable five ten, when most of his kind rarely reached five feet in height.  His broad chest and ropy muscles met the needs of a waterdweller, those powerful arms and torso no doubt aiding in his propulsion through the ocean…kicked into gear by those potent thighs and those tight glutes.  Which was to say nothing of the impressive flesh hanging both long and thick between his thighs.  She licked her lips.
            The stories she’d heard about an undine’s capability to bestow pleasure suddenly magnified while looking at him.  His long, blond hair clung to his scalp like wet silk.  And the ecstatic expression on his face as he turned into the spray above him made her think of bedsheets, naked bodies, and an undine’s compulsive need to please.
            He blinked in surprise when he finally noticed her and opened the shower door.  She still couldn’t hear the running shower, and figured him trapped in a spell of some kind.  Mishra? he mouthed.  His eyes, a bright, glowing emerald green, stared at her with an intensity that spooked her, as if he could see inside her soul.  His gaze remained locked to hers as his full lips curved into a wide, sensual grin.  And he slowly slid his gaze over her face, caressing her neck, her breasts, and lower still before rising to her breasts again.  Figured.  Most men couldn’t resist what she considered her best feature. 
            The undine licked his lips and immediately his cock rose, impressing her with its incredible length.  She swallowed hard, imagining taking that into her body, her mouth...
            He took a step forward, breaching the stall’s barrier,  and as he did so, the bubble around him broke.  She could now hear the running water and watched as he stepped onto the bath mat dripping wet, a giant wrench on her libido in the form of naked man.
            Towering over her, he inspected her from head to toe.  Mishra,” he said again, and she prayed they wouldn’t have a language problem.  She really was on a timetable, though her libido seemed to have forgotten the fact.
            “Um, Gertie told me you’d be here.  I’m Isabel.”
            He blinked and leaned closer, oblivious to the drops of water sliding from his body to hers.  “Isabel,” he murmured, his green eyes so bright they looked like neon. 
            “Look buddy, do you know Gertie or not?  I don’t have time for--”
            Too quickly to counter, he took her in his arms and stole her breath with a kiss.  A rock hard chest pressed her sensitive breasts as he sought and commanded her response.  His tongue penetrated, licking the cavern of her mouth and sucking on her tongue with such carnal need she actually melted in his embrace. 
            Growling low, he maneuvered her against the side wall bracing the shower and aligned his body tightly against hers.  She tried to catch her breath, but the sexual creature wouldn’t let her.  Instead, he deepened the kiss and dragged his hands under her t-shirt.  The feel of his cool wet palms against her back made her shiver.  He rubbed her back, first lower, then higher as he slowly, determinedly, stroked toward her ribs, her belly, and upward until he cupped both of her taut, aching breasts.
            “Oh, God.”  She arched into his hands and his mouth, wanting him in the worst way.  She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had sex, but she knew it hadn’t been anything close to this liquefying sensation.  Her bones felt like water, her head as if it swam in a pool of raw desire. 
            He broke free of her mouth and began licking and kissing his way down her throat.  His body felt like iron, his erection prodding to enter her as he continued to tease her breasts. 
            Stop, she thought, needing a moment.  How that hell had this happened?  Her mind refused to cooperate. 
            He thrust against her belly, and as if with a mind of their own, her thighs parted, allowing him better access.   He refused to touch her sex, though, as much as she needed him to.  She pushed, prodded and pulled, and still he continued his seduction without penetration. She thought he groaned, but her senses felt so skewed she couldn’t be sure.  Pure, sizzling desire filled her from head to toe, and she literally shook with the need to come, to feel him inside of her.  He thrust once more against her belly before nipping hard at her pulse. 
            And Isabel exploded. 
            Her body convulsed in a shocking orgasm that shook her entire world.   When she finally regained her senses, she saw his eyes shuttered, watching her as he fisted a hand around his weeping cock.  She stared through widening eyes as he suddenly tensed and came over his hand, jets of cum splashing over his palm, her belly, and her shorts.  And then his pale blue semen simply vanished as if it had never been. 
            “What, how…?” Speechless, she stared from his still semi-hard cock to her clean clothes.  A male undine?  Blue semen?   A man who could cause an orgasm without touching her clit, without even entering her?  Gertie must have enchanted the house with a pleasure spell, or some other witchy bullshit.  Hell, there was no way this guy was real.  He looked like perfection personified and had actually allowed Isabel to come before he did.  So not normal.  
            But when she took a good, hard, seeker look around her, she saw no otherworldly enchantments.  Just a mouth-wateringly naked undine.
            As she stared at him, his eyes twinkled and he bowed his head. 
            “My apologies, Mishra.”
            “Huh?”           
            “I regret my loss of control.”  He didn’t sound regretful.  He sounded arrogant, male satisfaction bleeding through his soft words.  “I brought you to bliss much too quickly, too taken with my own needs.  My only excuse is that I hadn’t counted on my overwhelming reaction to you.  But I promise, it won’t happen again.  On my honor, you will know such ecstasy as none of your kind can conceive.”
            Isabel stared, flabbergasted.  “Who the hell are you?”

Happy Halloween!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
MAY YOUR JACK-O'-LANTERNS BE FULL OF TEETH, LIGHT, AND FRIGHT

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Book Lovin' Mamas--Backlist Giveaway!

Blog Tour and Giveaway! Today I'm at Book Lovin' Mamas. I friggin' love that name. I'm talking about Tip of the Spear, my latest release, and giving away an e-copy of any of my backlist to one random commenter. So stop on by and read a steamy excerpt, then leave a comment for a chance to win. It's EASY. And I'm all about the big E. 

Enjoy your Tuesday...one more day until Halloween!

Monday, October 29, 2012

The Return from Emerald City

Whew. Trying to catch my breath! What a great trip to Seattle. The weather wasn't pretty, which actually made staying in the hotel and conference even more enjoyable. The conference was a blast. With great people and well-run, the Emerald City Writers' Conference offered a lot of important information, wonderful keynote speeches by Susan Wiggs and Stella Cameron, and a ton of fun activities. I was able to meet a reader, the terrific Lindsey E., who won a raffle basket, as did my roommate (yes, it had to be rigged because I won nothing,) and I purchased some great books of my own.

I also got to meet the very talented Shelli Stevens and Karen Erickson, both of whose books I've read before and thoroughly enjoyed. I also danced the night away with Michelle, Amanda, and Jude, also featured in the picture below. (I should note, I picked up Amanda's latest release, True Highland Spirit, which I look forward to reading, along with Shelli's Holding Out for a Hero and Karen's End of Days anthology.)


from left to right, Jude, me, Michelle, Karen, Amanda, Shelli

And now I'm back to work and trying to make my own deadlines, so that when the real ones come knocking in December, I can cross them off my list. 
the lovely Westin Hotel in Bellvue with my roommate getting ready for dinner


the basket I donated. Marie Harte's Favorite Things (note the chocolate almonds...yum!)

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Emerald City


Well, I'm off to the Emerald City Writers Convention in Seattle for a few days. Back to work on Monday, though.  I'll be posting some pictures and maybe an update or two on the conference, unless I've had one mojito too many. So have a nice weekend, and happy reading. Cheers!