Thursday, March 21, 2013


Book two in the Caity Strange series--The Breaking of Caity Strange--is now finished! I'll be sending it off to my editor tonight. I'll keep you guys updated on the progress.

I'm already starting to write book three in this series--Killing Bastard.

Book One, Dubious Consent, is available at Ellora's Cave

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Wicked Wednesday 9

She changed out of her uniform, tired in a good way, and said good-bye to the couple of lingering waitresses. She ignored Michael, because that’s what he seemed to want, but when she passed him on her way out he looked up and sent her a smile as heart-stopping 
as it was sweet. 

She stumbled and before she could right herself her arm was taken in a firm grip. Her first uncontrollable thought—oh God, he’s found me I’m dead—caused her to scream so loudly that Mrs. G came running from her back office.

Selene had jerked from the grip and slid down the wall to huddle shaking on the floor before she realized it was not Robert. It was Trey.

He stood glowering down at her with a look in his eyes that screamed murder, and for the first time since she’d met him she truly afraid of him. 

He bent over and encircled her upper arms with his big hands, and jerked her to her feet.

“No, no, don’t…” was all she could choke out.

But he only pulled her against his chest and with his palm against her head, kept her there.

“What on earth?” Mrs. G asked.

 Selene didn’t wrap her arms around his waist, as much as she wanted to. She hung limply in his grip,   humiliated and furious with herself  for having such a knee-jerk reaction. Furious with Robert for terrorizing her even though he was so far away.

“I’m going to take her home,” Trey said. “Come with me, Michael.”

She frowned against the softness of his shirt. Michael? And then  … home? By the time it occurred to her that he meant her home, he had picked her up and was carrying her to her car. 

“Got her keys? Open her doors.” Then he looked down at her. “Michael will follow and pick me up after I’ve dropped you off. I don’t want you driving.” He sat her gently in the passenger side of  her car, then hurried around to slide under the steering wheel.

Her heart  was slowing its erratic beat and all  that remained was the slow burn of  humiliation. “I’m fine, Mr. Colucci.” 

She glanced at him long enough to see one dark brow raised, a half smile on his face.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been inside you. I think it’s okay to do away with the mister.”

Excerpt from Moonrise
Available at Liquid Silver books for only $2.99!

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Wicked Wednesday 8

...With  each  suck  he  pulled  something  from  her,  a  long,  thin  line  of  ecstasy  that seemed to start  in  her  belly and  pussy  and  move  through  her  in  a  long, slow wave. By the fourth suck, her entire body was affected, and she arched her back and screamed again.

 It was too much. Something  had  to  happen,  some  explosion  that  would  relieve  the pressure  building  inside  her  and  bring  a  climatic end  to  the  torture.  She  needed  to come.

  He  slid  a long  finger  inside  her  and  fucked  her gently —too gently, too slowly, too  good.   She  hadn’t  known  such  sensations  existed.  Please,  please.   She  couldn’t  speak, could  barely  form  coherent  thoughts, just  hoped  soon  he  would  release  her  to  orgasm.

  When  she  thought  she  might  rather  die  than  continue  with  such  unending  pleasure,  he  finally  pulled  his  fangs  from  her  flesh  and  straightened.

   His  skin  was  brighter,  his  once-black  eyes  were  now  blue  fire,  his  hair  shiny. He  unbelted  and  dropped  his  robe, where  it  was  immediately  scooped  up  by  an  attentive  Dominique,  and  he  walked  to  her  side  to  show  her  his  erection.

  “This  is  what  you  have  given  me,  Natasha.”

  He  was  whipcord  lean  and  slim,  without  a  single  ounce  of  fat  evident  on  his  pale body.  His  hard  cock was  long  and  thick  with  an  angry  reddish  head  that  somehow  must  fit  inside  her.  His  dick  was  huge,  like  a  fleshy  battering  ram.  It  almost  looked  too  big   for  his  body  and  the  sight  of  it  inflamed  her  to  the  point  that  she  jerked  at  her  restraints,  angry.

 “Please!”  she  cried,  afraid  that  he’d  leave  her  deprived  and  hurting.  “Please,  Master!”

From Total Depravity
Available now at Ellora's Cave

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Wicked Wednesday 7

...His eyes widened when he saw the scar over her heart. “You really stuck a knife into your heart.” 

She smiled. “I really did.” 

He traced the ridged scar gently, his finger hesitating at her nipple. When she didn’t protest, he went on to caress her nipple gently, lovingly. “There is so much special about you, little Caity.” 

“The session is coming in minutes, Samson. They may not take the time to ready me. Would you like to?” 

His mouth opened, but nothing came out. Samson was her handler, and yet they’d never touched in a sexual way. Beads of sweat popped out on his dark face, and he merely stared at her. 

“Not to fuck me,” she told him. “Just…get me wet. Turn me on, Samson. After all, I’ve heard that’s part of a handler’s job.” Her nipples stiffened, and between her legs she began to throb.  She wouldn’t need much preparing. She was ready now. But Samson…she wanted him to touch her. She might never see him again and he’d been her only friend. 

He bent his knees and knelt before her. His face was even with her breasts. He was enormous, her Samson, the bulkiest, biggest man she’d ever seen. He didn’t lift his hands to touch her, but opened his mouth and slid her nipple into his mouth. 

Her breathing quickened as he took his time with that one nipple, rolling it with his tongue, sucking gently...

~Dubious Consent

Friday, March 1, 2013

The Winners are...

And a Wicked Wednesday on a Friday ;)

Vampires were everywhere, and they did not give way easily beneath the onslaught of the powerful wolves. But with the arrival of Kimberlyn and Andrew, the power within them exploded outward and joined the power of Logan and Elijah. The circle may not have been complete without their fifth, but it was a hell of a lot of power.

It rolled through the crowd, touching the pack with long, misty fingers, and their howls gave voice to its authority. When some of the vampires tried to run, the wolves brought them back with an almost playful ferociousness.

The vampires’ sudden fear was a palpable force that served to feed the wolves’ raging hunger, egging them on to an unstoppable, greedy need. They would defeat the vampires. They would kill the vampires. Age-old knowledge and memories reminded them that the vampires had once mastered them, and as one, the wolves avenged themselves...

~Asylum, book two in the Sanctuary series

And the winners of the book giveaway are--

Dare to Dream--Dark Paradise (first book in the Paradise series)
Tonya Callihan--Beyond the Shadows

Congratulations, you two! I hope you enjoy the books.
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