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Welcome to my newly designed website! I’m a Kindle best-selling author of fun and sexy contemporary romances and have sold more than 250,000 ebooks worldwide. You’ll find tons more interactive and fun stuff over here, including a blog that I will spill my random thoughts on several times a week. Information on monthly and sometimes weekly giveaways and contests. There will also be up-to-date information on all my new releases and upcoming projects.

Also, if you’re into the silly stuff, which I am, check out the extras section for all random and pointless things that I like to share. I’m also participating in a Blog Tour in November. You can see the full list of stops here.

The first three books in the Trouble series, Looking for Trouble, Here Comes Trouble and Along Came Trouble have been picked up by The Hachette Group. The books will be released under the Forever Romance line of Grand Central Publishing.

Coming Soon!

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November 10, 2014
Book 5

Out Now!

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August 15, 2014

 

“Fun and hot!” ~ myguiltyobsession.blogspot.com

July 2013

“An unexpected surprise.” ~ fairytales4grownups.com

September 2013

“This story is smoldering and sexy, and the depth of feeling that is woven throughout the story is genuinely touching.” ~ RT Book Reviews

November 2013

Grand Central has re-released the first two books in the series (Looking for Trouble and Here Comes Trouble) and is planning to release Brody’s story (Along Came Trouble). The paperback editions are slated for July, September and November releases. Electronic editions are being released before the paperbacks.

Happy reading, folks!

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Cover Reveal & Giveaway

Posted at Nov 4, 2014 3:12 pm in , ,

So I owe my readers a HUGE apology. I had planned on posting this weeks ago,but I over extended myself by doing a ton of volunteer work at my kids’ school. Then my son got and I got sick. Basically life got in the way, and with two kids at home, and a never-ending list of household chores, and after school activities, sometimes my work gets put on the back burner.

In any event, here is the cover reveal for The Trouble with Trouble. The book is a novella and finally tells the story of Courtney, the McDermott brother’s younger sister. The book will be out on November 10th.

So the giveaway works like this: Simply leave a comment about either the cover or the excerpt (or both), along with your e-mail address, and I will chose a winner at random. The giveaway will run through Sunday night (the 9th) and will be announced Monday morning (release day), and will win a copy of the book along with a $10 Amazon gift card.

Go forth!

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EXCERPT:

 

Then she spotted him. Or, rather his legs. Slightly bent at the knees, covered in a pair of shiny basketball shorts and moving up and down, in the doorway of his office, as though being lifted. As she came closer to his office, the movements of his legs made sense.

A pull-up bar installed at the top of the door frame.

And then the rest of him. Not clothed. As in bare-chested, muscles contracting as he lifted himself chin-level with the bar, then slowly lowered again. Then lifted. Then lowered.

Oh Lord.

“Are you going to say something, or should I keep going so you can stand there and watch?” Grant asked in a surprisingly non-winded voice as he continued his reps.

Courtney wasn’t sure she could do even one of those, much less sound so calm while doing so.

Her eyes remained glued to his torso, specifically how dangerously close those shorts were to slipping right off his narrow hips. And, yeah, white boxer briefs looked spectacularly amazing against tanned skin. Especially when that skin was pulled tight over a freakin’ eight pack.

“I don’t understand what’s going on here.” And, dammit, did she have to sound like she was on the verge of a really good orgasm? Why couldn’t he work out with a shirt on? Or, better yet, not have a body that could have been sculpted from granite?

“What does it look like?” he asked as he touched his chin to the bar, then lowered himself again.

“Well, it kind of looks like you’re doing something other than what you asked me here for.” And torturing me in the process!

“Maybe, maybe not,” he replied with a half a smile.

She stabbed her hands on her hips. “Did I get the day wrong?”

Grant touched his chin to the bar one last time, then dropped to the floor, landing on his feet with the grace of a ballerina. A one-hundred and eighty pound, six-foot-three ballerina.

“No, you got the time wrong.” He hooked his hands on his lean hips and stared at her. A single bead of sweat rolled down in between his pecs, then traced the contour of his abs before being absorbed by the elastic band of his briefs.

She yanked her gaze to his face and willed the heat to seep out of her cheeks. “I’m ten minutes early.”

“You’re twenty minutes late.” He spun around and sauntered into his office. “I told you noon.”

She followed him, secretly congratulating herself for not ogling his cement-hard ass. “You said twelve-thirty.”

Grant swiped a towel off his desk and rubbed it over his face. “No. I specifically remember saying twelve.”

Shit, now she was second guessing herself. Had he said twelve? She’d written twelve-thirty but that had been after she’d hung up the phone with him to schedule the meeting. In the past, her short-term memory had a way of altering itself. She’d been positive she’d heard twelve-thirty, but since she hadn’t written it down the second he’d said the time, it was possible she’d gotten it wrong.

“I can tell by the look on your face that you’re remembering more accurately.” He cupped a hand behind his ear. “Go ahead, you can say it.”

Oh, now the gorgeous bastard was asking for it. Would Chase kill her if she strangled every last cocky breath from his manager’s lungs?

“What, that you’re just as smug as you were four years ago?” she countered instead. Admitting to herself that she was wrong was one thing. Saying that to Grant? She’d rather tar and feather herself.

His only response was a chuckle. The deep throated kind that skittered along her nerve endings like a pebble hopping over the glassy surface of a lake.

“Always something to say,” he commented with a shake of his head. Then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, and pushed them down his legs.

Panic shot through her system faster than it took him to step out of his shorts. “Wait, what’re you doing?”

Holy Guacamole, if he stripped out of those boxers she’d have an aneurysm. Bad enough the cotton material was so tight over every ridge of muscle, he might as well not even be wearing the things.

One of his brows crept up his forehead. “What does it look like? Feel free to stay and watch.”

And then he dropped the boxers.

 

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