Friday, December 27, 2013


I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday! I was so wrapped up in my day job getting ready for our Christmas distribution, that I didn't have time to post anything new here!

But now that the holiday is over, and we are looking forward to the New Year. I wanted to drop in and say hi! And to let you know that I'm hard at work on my next book: Never Ever After- which will be Lucian's story.

Here is the synopsis:

Lucian Harris returns from a year in Iraq to find his best friend married and he starts to feel as lost as he did before he enlisted. When he meets Corrine Prescott, he is instantly mesmerized. That is, until he remembers who she is and why he should steer clear of her. A chance encounter with Corrine's roommate may have ruined any future he could've seen for them.

Here is the prologue:

“Thank you, Lucian,” Stephanie said, looking up at her ex-boyfriend. Her golden blonde hair was shining in the fading summer sun and her green eyes glistened with unshed tears. “If you hadn’t walked away last year, I- I don’t think I could’ve gone through with it,” she whispered, looking down and idly stroking her burgeoning baby belly.

“This is why you wanted to see me before I head off to Iraq, Stephanie?” Lucian asked, closing his dark brown eyes in pain and running his hands through his short black hair. “You wanted to show me that because I bowed out, you’ve got your happy little family? That your cold feet didn’t mean anything? That our three years together meant absolutely nothing to you after all?”

“That’s not what I meant—”

“Save it, I don’t even know why I agreed to this,” he interrupted, spinning on his heels and stalking back to his car as the last of the sun slipped down to meet the Earth. What a waste of a fucking trip. He hadn’t known what to expect when she called him and asked for a few minutes of his time before he shipped out again, but it wasn’t the beach ball sized baby bump on her petite five foot frame.

She was happy, without him. And he had been miserable since the second he got on the plane to boot camp. Wasn’t that fucking great? Did she really need to thank him in person? Or was it all about shoving her perfect little life in his face?

See, Lucian? See what you could’ve had if you’d just asked? I told you what I wanted, but you always pushed it away. Well, now you can suffer, knowing I’m about to have everything I ever wanted. Just without you.

He could almost hear the words she didn’t say echoing through his brain as he got behind the wheel of Marissa’s truck and squealed out of the Starbucks parking lot.

He’d thought they’d been on the same page about waiting until they were older, but damned if he was wrong. She’d wanted that ring and that white dress. If he’d known, he would’ve given it to her in a second.

He was done with love. The whole thing was tragic, because he used to be an undeniable romantic. In fact, if you’d asked him a year ago if he’d do it all again, he would’ve answered an empathic yes. After today, though, his romantic spirit was dead, buried, along with his dreams of ever being anything more to a woman than a bed warmer.

In less than three days, he’d be on a plane to a desert, where his future wasn’t just uncertain; his life expectancy was in question. Pulling into the driveway of the new home of his best friend, Marissa and her boyfriend, Aaron, he let out a deep sigh. Sometimes they were so much alike in their relationship philosophies. They were both undeniable cynics when it came to love and finding a happily ever after. She had found happiness, though, hadn’t she? Why was it so hard for him?

Folding his 6’4” frame out of the tiny truck, he walked to her door and knocked. “Hey, Luc,” she answered, shoving her copper hair behind her ear and ushering him in the door. “How’d it go?” she asked, warily. “You weren’t gone very long.”

“It didn’t take me very long to notice the baby bump and for her to say thank you,” he frowned.

“I’m sorry, honey,” she said, doing her best to fold him in her arms in a hug. “It’ll be okay, she just wasn’t the one.”

“They never are, Ris. I think I’m done looking,” he stated.

“Sure you are, Luc,” she retorted, sarcastically. “You are a hopeless romantic at heart. There is no way you can say you’ll never fall in love again,” she shook her head.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. I’m going to indulge in copious amounts of pussy and keep my emotions out of it from now on,” Lucian informed her, settling against the brown suede couch. “Love will never be part of the equation for me again,” he vowed, his gaze concentrated, unseeingly, out of Marissa’s living room window.
He wasn’t na├»ve enough to think that war wouldn’t change who he was, but he never expected he’d be changed before he even took his first steps off of American soil. When/If he made it home, things would be different for him.

I hope you'll add it to your TBR list!

Also, I finally have The Professor series available in paperback!

I'm wishing everyone a safe and Happy New Year!

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

The Professor now available in 1 book!

I'm happy to announce that The Professor series is available all in 1 volume now. It includes a never before read Prologue and Epilogue for the series, as well as a sneak peek into my newest contemporary romance novel "Drama Free 2003."

The Professor Blurb:

Damien Areleon never expected to meet his future in a classroom. More specifically, he never expected to meet her in HIS classroom. However, when Sabrina Carson takes a seat in the front row of his Human Sexuality class, he knows he wants her. After keeping his desires at bay for most of the semester, she suddenly asks him for tutoring during his office hours. This one appointment sets the stage for a whirlwind, but secret romance.

Follow Damien and Sabrina as they make the journey from Professor/student to something so much more than either of them thought they were capable of.

The Professor series has lust, love, intrigue, an evil Widow, supportive families, and hot sex involving consensual acts of BDSM. It is for adult audiences only and features an Alpha hero that is not emotionally damaged.

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Friday, December 6, 2013

Finally! The Professor Epilogue

Thanks to some horrible mishaps with my health, including bronchitis and a disgusting Thanksgiving related cut on one of my fingers, the release of the epilogue for the Professor Series has FINALLY arrived!

The complete series should be available at all retailers within the next week, so I will keep you updated. Please enjoy the series epilogue though:


One and a half years later…
“Was that the last box?” Sabrina asked as her brother set the large box marked ‘bedding’ on the floor in the master bedroom.
“Yes, but I still don’t understand why you didn’t hire movers for this,” he growled. “It’s not like you don’t have the money.”
“We prefer our privacy,” Damien answered for her as he entered the bedroom carrying a box of his own. “Not to mention, we wanted everything to arrive unbroken and unrifled through.”
“I’ll remember that when we get to Philly,” Joseph Jr. said, his voice snarky. “You’re just lucky you are as big as a house, so I couldn’t say no.”
“You still could’ve said no, JJ,” Lotty said from the door with an exasperated sigh. “They have enough friends to help with this stuff, and I had to cancel my weekly lunch date at the club with the girls. I mean, we’re only in town for another week before we head to the Main Line. I can’t believe I’m spending it helping your sister move,” she complained as if Damien and Sabrina weren’t in the room.
“Well, we’re done now, honey. Why don’t we head over and see if you can’t catch Miffy?” he suggested, trying to placate his wife. After a barely perceptible shrug in response, J.J. took Lotty’s hand and bid Damien and Sabrina good bye for the afternoon.
“Thank you again for your help!” Sabrina called after them as she shut the heavy oak door behind them. After a year of proving her education by running the Hayward stores in Arizona and with the retirement of the Hayward East President, her father decided to shift around the responsibilities of company management so that he could enjoy his own retirement. J.J. was now in charge of the east coast and Sabrina had stepped into his position on the west. This meant a change of scenery, including a brand new faculty position for Damien at UCLA in their department of Sociology.
As much as they both loved Arizona, they were excited to start this new chapter in their lives, too. The house they’d purchased in Malibu had the perfect ocean view and was big enough to accommodate their growing family. Although the cost of the home had been exorbitant to both of them, they knew it was the perfect place to start the next chapter in their lives.
“I can’t believe we live here now,” Damien laughed looking out the floor to ceiling windows of their living room. “I’m not sure you can continue to only wear panties in this house, otherwise the people on the beach will get a free show.”
“The windows are one way and tinted, so I’ll be fine if that’s what you desire,” she reminded him. “Although, with Tristan coming soon…” she trailed off.
“Well, babies do change things,” he smiled, slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her against his chest, his hand resting on her swollen belly.
“I’ve only got three weeks left, so we need to get started on the unpacking. I wish we’d been able to close last month, because I feel like I could pop any day now,” she groaned, lifting the flap on a box in the middle of the room marked ‘books.’ When she looked inside she started to laugh. “Books? Really? Is that what we are calling our paddles these days?” she raised an eyebrow at her husband and Dom.
“You question my labeling, pet?” he said with false bravado, looking equally as amused as she did.
“Absolutely not,” she pouted. “I mean, they can be just as educational…I suppose.”
“I’m happy to teach you a lesson with them right now,” he said, quirking an eyebrow in her direction.
“I mean, if the baby would stop matching my swats with kicks of his own.”
“I know what you mean,” Sabrina agreed with a whine. “I haven’t been able to get to subspace in the last few months because your son seems to be battling you for power over me already.”
“I’ll put this in the new playroom,” Damien announced, grabbing the box from the floor and taking it into the master bedroom. Luckily the house had been built with two over-large walk-in closets, one of which they’d converted into their new playroom, complete with an industrial lock to keep the children out.
Children. The word still gave Sabrina chills, but in a good way. After her graduation, although Damien had expressed his desire to try right away, he decided that they would spend their summer traveling together instead. So when they returned to prepare for her new job and his new semester, she made the appointment to have her IUD removed.
And here it was, a year later, two years after they’d first laid eyes on each other, and they were about to become parents. The feeling was overwhelmingly amazing. Sitting in the lecture hall, Hayward 130 that Monday morning in mid-August, she never would have expected her life to look like this, for her life to be so full of love. She wouldn’t have wanted her life to turn out any differently, though.
The weeks following the move seemed to fly by as they readied the house and themselves for their impending arrival. The painters had finished Tristan’s room the day after they’d moved in. Damien wanted the painting to have been completed, at least, a week prior because the fumes weren’t safe for Sabrina, but the scheduling of fall planning meetings at his new University had made it impossible.
When Sabrina’s father came to him at the end of his spring semester with the management changes he had in mind for Hayward’s, he’d been reluctant to leave the University. Joe Hayward had respected his daughter’s marriage enough to discuss his vision with Damien before putting the plans into motion. He’d offered to move Sabrina’s position to the east coast, which would have put him in closer proximity to his family, but UCLA had been courting Damien for the last couple of years. He was happy that everything seemed to fall into place after that.
He was sad to leave behind such a significant part of his history with his wife and sub, but he was looking forward to their future even more. Every day, he wondered if his marriage was some sort of elaborate dream that he would wake from at any moment. However, morning never seemed to come, much to his delight.
“Sabrina?” he called out when he made it home after his late Tuesday night class.
“In. the. Bedroom,” he heard her pant out from across the house. He didn’t race to the room, hearing her labored breathing though, because she’d been experiencing Braxton-Hicks contractions for the last couple of weeks. He crossed the threshold to see his wife in nothing but a pair of hot pink lace panties, trying to grab her hospital bag from the floor.
“Need some help?” he asked, humor evident in his question.
“My water just broke,” she blurted out.
“And you couldn’t have lead with that when I walked in the house?” Damien roared, his usual calm and in control demeanor slipping as his wife succumbed to another contraction. Grabbing the bag from the floor, he got himself in motion. “Why aren’t you dressed?”
“I’m never dressed,” she snapped between breaths, her brown eyes alight with fire as she gazed at her husband. “I just changed my underwear because I’m not going to the hospital in wet panties,” she explained as the pain seemed to pass.
With a growl, Damien walked to their closet and pulled out a simple black wrap dress that he could get her into quickly so they could get out the door.
“Thank you,” she smiled, tears brimmed in her eyes. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess,” she whispered.
“It’s okay, pet, let’s just get you to the hospital now,” he allowed, grabbing the bag with one arm and bracing his wife with the other.
As they reached the door to the garage, Sabrina stopped and looked around their new house. Damien couldn’t help taking a last glance, too. “Enjoy the silence, Sir,” she said, moving her eyes to his and holding his gaze, “because it’s the last peaceful moment you and I will have together for the next eighteen years.”
With a light chuckle, he took a moment to savor their connection in the quiet of their house. The slightly ajar garage door allowed the sounds of the surf in the distance to soothe them both as they started walking again. Just like that warm Saturday in February not so long ago, they both knew that the next time they walked into this house, their lives would be changed again.