Wednesday, November 12, 2014

What happened in Vegas...

I survived...mostly. My voice is shot and I'm living on coffee and energy drinks until I finally catch up on my sleep, but I'm home from Sin City. While it's still mostly fresh in my slightly booze befuddled brain, I thought I'd share some of the highlights...and a few lessons learned.

Moonrise over the Strip (from my hotel room)

1) The expiry date on your passport is apparently more of a "suggestion" than a hard fact. Because mine expires less than six months from now, I had to go have a wee chat with a customs and immigration officer who had the power to kick my ass back to Canada if he deemed me "unsafe." Good thing I'm cute 'n fluffy. They let me stay. 

2) Purple hair is apparently a security flag. Seriously. I was "randomly selected" for patdowns/explosive trace detection for two out of four passes through security. 

3) Mini bars are scary. Five bucks for a cute but incredibly tiny mini-bottle of diet coke? And the damned things are censored so if you so much as move the contents, you're automatically billed. 

4) The bathrooms in the Bellagio hotel rooms are bigger than my first apartment.

5) Getting authors coordinated to be at the same place, at the same time, and then having them hold still long enough to take a picture requires more dedication and luck than trying to capture a picture of Bigfoot. 

Erika Reed and I in the Bellagio Conservatory

6) If you put a group of authors together at a bar, they will talk and laugh until 2 am, and only when they are falling asleep where they sit will they finally admit defeat and go to bed. (or in some cases, go to their rooms and write...)

7) Las Vegas strip really is the place that never sleeps. It's also the place where you are likely to run into Mickey Mouse, Darth Vader, and the soldiers from HALO wandering through the crowds despite the fact it was nearly 80 degrees outside. 

8) People who live in Vegas think that 70 degrees is "cold." I swear I saw several airport baggage handlers bundled into gloves and hoodies on the tarmac because it was "winter." Please note, I was wearing a t-shirt leggings and thinking it was too warm to be wearing black. 

9) There are many wonderful cocktails to drink in Vegas, but the best one I had was a Raspberry Cobbler Martini at the Baccarat Lounge.

    1 1/2 oz Stoli Vanilla Vodka
    1/2 oz Chambord
    1 oz sweet and sour
    splash of pinapple syrup (not juice)

    Shake and serve in a martini glass rimmed with cinnamon and sugar, float a cinnamon stick. 

The Baccarat Lounge

10) If you take a picture of a bunch of women in their bathing suits. NONE of them will give you permission to post it.  Yes, it exists. No, you can't see it, I value my life too much. So instead I will show you a photo of the view from our poolside cabana. Those two heads belong to Erika Reed and Laurie Roma.

11) That stunning fountain in front of our cabana is in a pool. an UNHEATED pool that is not marked as such. Laurie Roma and I nearly got frostbite figuring that out for ourselves. 

12) If you ever go to a restaurant named "Hot and Juicy" and they offer you a bib/gloves to go with your meal, take it!  In fact, get spares. It was the messiest, spiciest, foodfest ever. Delicious. Also, corn fritters are awesome!

It was a hell of a good time, and I miss all my friends (new and old) terribly! 

Now I'm back to reality, writing, and laundry. Not necessarily in that order. 

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Wilde Ink - Now Available

WILDE INK - Now Available

Nick Wilde is a man content with his life. Business at his tattoo shop is booming, and he’s never lacking for friends or female company. But when he meets Lia, he knows everything will change...

A moment’s flirtation and a kiss in the dark leaves Nick wanting more. When his Cinderella vanishes before the night is over, she leaves him nothing but her name and the memory of a kiss he can’t forget.

Chicago Police Detective Lia Archer’s life doesn’t have room for distractions, and that’s exactly what Nick Wilde is. He’s sexy, charming, and a threat to everything she’s worked so hard to achieve. She ran out on him once, but when Nick reappears in her life, he’s determined not to make it easy for her to vanish on him again.

When past decisions and old secrets come back to haunt them, will the fairy tale end, or will they find a way to reclaim their                                   Happily Ever After?

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Wilde Ink - The official excerpt

Releasing October 28th, 2014 

Wilde Brothers Book three is out next week! 

Here's a sneak peak at the official excerpt:

“I’ve got tattoos too. Wanna see?” He waggled his brows at her and laughed before releasing her hands and stepping back to give her space to catch her breath.

Flirting with Lia was the most enjoyable part of Nick Wilde’s evening so far. Not that he wasn’t happy to see his brother Ben get married to the love of his life, far from it. But why the fuck did weddings require everyone to wear their most uncomfortable clothing and then sit around for hours on end while eating identical plates of overpriced food and drinking cheap, watered down booze. If he ever lost his mind and got hitched, he’d do it in Vegas. No muss, no fuss and no nosy relations coyly asking the single men if they were next in line to fall in love.

First Ben and then Tag had gone down in a blaze of hearts and flowers. Ben had been grinning like a lunatic all day, and the last time Nick had seen Tag, his brother was hovering over his pregnant fiancĂ©e, Jo, like a hen with her first clutch of chicks. It was all very sweet, but Nick liked his life as is. The tattoo shop was showing steady profits, if he wanted female company he could find it easily enough, and his father had finally given up trying to convince him to “get a real job.”

“Do I want to see your tattoos? Really? Does that line ever work for you?” Lia asked him with a low, throaty laugh that had his cock surging to attention.

“Honestly? Yes,” he confessed and was rewarded with another of her laughs. Fuck, she was sexy. He’d been watching her since the reception started, but he’d kept his distance until he was sure she wasn’t involved with the guy escorting her. He didn’t poach another man’s turf, no matter how tempting the woman might be.

“Tattoos and piercings. I think you’re the man my momma warned me about.” There was no missing the heat that flashed in her eyes as she bantered with him.

“That’s entirely possible. Did I mention I have a motorbike, too?”

“The bad boy trifecta. Yep, you’re definitely on her list of men I’m not supposed to talk to.”

Sass and smarts. Fuck, she was getting more interesting by the minute. The last woman he’d dated wouldn’t have been able to spell trifecta, never mind use it in a sentence. Nick inwardly winced as he realized that statement applied to the last few women he’d spent any time with. None of them were half as intriguing as the green-eyed beauty currently standing in front of him.

The deejay started the music again, an ‘80’s power ballad with enough bass that it was easily heard out on the balcony. “So, don’t talk. Dance with me instead.”

She opened her mouth to protest and he caught her hands again, tugging her into his arms before she could say anything. He knew he’d won when she relaxed and let him draw her in closer. He kept a hold of her right hand while guiding her left hand up to his shoulder. When she looked up at him in surprise, he settled his hand on her hip and swept her into a slow waltz across the empty terrace.

“Be still my heart. You can actually dance!”

“A regular renaissance man, that’s me.” He couldn’t help but grin as she followed his lead, his jacket flaring out like a cape behind her as they twirled. Lia fit perfectly in his arms, and he couldn’t help but notice that she was tall enough that he wouldn’t have to do more than dip his head a little to reach the sweet curve of her lips. The thought sent a surge of blood straight to his cock.

Nick sucked in a lungful of cold air, trying to cool the fire building inside him. The delicate scent of her perfume filled his lungs, and she choose that moment to shift deeper into his arms, close enough so her breasts brushed against his shirt. She was going to fucking kill him at this rate, and all they’d done was dance.

His slid his hand from her hip to the small of her back, pulling her in closer. She shifted her hand, letting her fingers curve around the back of his neck and he felt a powerful urge to kiss her. The idea was insane. They’d only spoken a handful of sentences to each other. He didn’t even know her last name, but damn it, he already wanted to know what she tasted like, to run his fingers through the tousled spikes of her chocolate brown hair and find out for himself if her caramel-kissed skin was as soft as it looked.

The music slowed and he spun her around one last time, deliberately ending their dance near the shadowy corner she’d been tucked into when he had first stepped outside. When she went to release his hand, he didn’t let go. Instead he walked her backward, into the shadows until she had her back to the wall and her hand was pinned to the bricks beside her head.

“What do you think you’re doing, exactly?”

“Testing a theory,” he told her, caging her body with his as he lowered his head and slanted his mouth across hers, stopping her next words with a kiss. He had only intended to taste her, but then she parted her lips beneath his and all his good intentions vanished like mist caught in a sunbeam. She strained upward, kissing him back as her free hand curved around the back of his neck. One kiss turned into two, then three. There wasn’t any room between them any longer, and when she rubbed herself against the hard ridge of his erection Nick felt a jolt of pure lust arrow through him.

When at last he lifted his head, she didn’t let go of him, didn’t try to push him away. She just cocked her head to one side and asked, “So, what was this theory you were testing.”

“I wanted to see if we had chemistry together.”

Lia laughed again, and this time he was close enough he could feel it roll through her, low and sexy as hell. “’And, do we?”

“If you have to ask that question, then I must have done something wrong. Do I need to run the experiment again?”

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Wilde Ink - Cover Reveal

Wilde Ink - Wilde Brothers 3

Available October 28th, 2014!


Nick Wilde is a man content with his life. Business at his tattoo shop is booming, and he’s never lacking for friends or female company. But when he meets Lia, he knows everything will change...

 A moment’s flirtation and a kiss in the dark leaves Nick wanting more. When his Cinderella vanishes before the night is over, she leaves him nothing but her name and the memory of a kiss he can’t forget.

Chicago Police Detective Lia Archer’s life doesn’t have room for distractions, and that’s exactly what Nick Wilde is. He’s sexy, charming, and a threat to everything she’s worked so hard to achieve. She ran out on him once, but when Nick reappears in her life, he’s determined not to make it easy for her to vanish on him again.

When past decisions and old secrets come back to haunt them, will the fairytale end, or will they find a way to reclaim their Happily Ever After? 

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

An attitude of gratitude

This October marks my second anniversary as a published author, and since Canadian Thanksgiving is this coming weekend, it seems a good time to be reflect back and be thankful for everything that's come my way in the last two years. 

Holy cow, do I have a lot to be thankful for.

Since Siren accepted my first book back in August, 2012, my life has changed in ways I never imagined. My nineteenth book will be coming out at the end of this month. I have readers and a growing fan base that constantly humble and amaze me with their support, their questions, and their enthusiasm for my books. I have gained some incredible friends, met and spoken to authors whose books i have enjoyed for years, learned so much about my craft, (including how much I still have to learn,) and been part of something utterly wonderful and often crazy.

There have been surprises too, some good, some bad, but all in all it's been another incredible year. I've gained far more than I've lost, and as I prepare to begin my third year as a proud romance novelist, I can only hope that this wild ride continues for years to come. 

To everyone who has come with me on this journey, who has supported me and my writing, thank you. I am blessed to have connected with each of you, in person, by email, in "the real world" or simply because you've enjoyed reading my stories. 

I love my life.

Thank you for helping me get to live it this way. I couldn't do it without you.


There's one other thing I'm thankful for. This year, my father has relented. There will be no attempt to cook a turkey. We are avoiding the Hayes family traditional "turkastrophe" and going out for dinner.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Evernight Publishing's Birthday Blog Hop

~Roll out the Red Carpet ~ 
Evernight celebrates four years of publishing!

Join authors, bloggers and reviewers as we take a RED CARPET tour featuring Evernight's smart and sexy books. Slip on your virtual stilettos and walk the red carpet of award winning titles, spectacular reviews, and paparazzi style interviews.

Be sure to visit every stop on the tour where you can enter for a chance to win great prizes, including a new eReader, gift certificates, swag, books and much more!

Now to turn the spotlight on my smart and sexy series...

The Wilde Brothers Series is near and dear to my heart. When I set out writing these stories, I wanted to show my readers a glimpse into the world of law enforcement. Not the professional side, but the personal side. My father is a retired police officer, and I spent a decade working as a member of the civilian support staff in the same police department as my dad. I saw firsthand the personal challenges that come with trying to have a marriage and a family while working long hours and strange shifts in a dangerous career. 

It takes a special kind of bravery to love a man (or woman) in uniform, and the Wilde Brothers series is a nod of thanks to all of those who carry a badge, and the families who love and support them. 

The RCMP Police Service Dog Monument
Wilde Chase was also written in memory of one of my favorite police dogs, PSD Chase. He died in the line of duty and he was the inspiration for Officer Ben Wilde's K9 partner. 

* * * *

Another reason I love this series is the interaction between the brothers. They banter and torment each other as only siblings can, scoring points off of each other as they express their affection with a heavy dollop of sarcasm and the occasional threat of bodily harm.

When the Wilde boys get together, it's always a good time. To show you what I mean, I've included a brotherly bonding scene from Wilde Chase, Wilde Edge, and a special sneak peek at my next book, Wilde Ink.

Wilde Chase

The interior of Leo's  Bar & Grill - owned by the Wilde boys' father
...“Actually, we weren’t sure he knew what a woman was. He spends all his time hanging out with that mangy mutt of his.”

Kelly turned around and found herself looking up at taller, long-haired version of Ben. “You have to be one of Ben’s brothers. Do you all look alike?”

“Hardly. I’m much better looking. I’m Tag, by the way, and you are?”

“Out of your league, little brother,” Ben grumbled.

“I’m Kelly.”

“And I’m charmed. If you’re having dinner with Benji, I hope you’ll consider coming back here afterward and letting me buy you dessert?”

Ben growled under his breath and Kelly squeezed his hand again. She wanted him to know that he had nothing to worry about. “That’s a lovely invitation, but I’ll have to decline. Ben has me booked for dinner, dessert…” She leaned in closer to Tag and dropped her voice to a whisper, “And breakfast.”

Tag burst out laughing and winked at her. “Then he’s a lucky man.”

Ben moved in behind her, close enough she could feel the heat of his body through her dress. “Yes, I am.”

His brother threw up his hands in mocking surrender and backed up a step. “You can’t blame a man for trying.”

“Wanna’ bet?” Ben muttered.

“First one of you yahoos to throw a punch in my bar gets punted and won’t be allowed back in for a month,” a new voice announced.

“You are no fun, bro.”

Wilde Edge

Tag's first love - Tiffany
Tag had taken a second to will his dick to go back to sleep before walking back into his new suite. His entry was met with another round of applause. Even Dave was laughing while the rest of his bastard brothers were outright cheering.

“I’ve seen that look on someone else’s face recently, and it does not bode well for you,” Jared said between sniggers of laughter.

“Yeah, where?” Tag asked, heading through the open living space toward the kitchen. He needed a beer.

“On Ben’s face, the first night he brought Kelly to the pub. I remember it, because when he caught you flirting with her he glared at you the same way you were glowering at us a few minutes ago. Looks like Ben’s not the only possessive male in this family.”

“Damn right I’m possessive. And if I catch any of you flirting with Jolena I will do a lot more than glare.” He twisted the lid off the bottle and tossed it onto the countertop with enough force it skittered and skipped until it hit the wall.

He took a long pull of his beer and tried to get a hold of his runaway temper. He knew the guys were only teasing him, but somehow the idea of another man looking at his angel had him ready to commit fratricide. Suddenly he had a whole new perspective on what it must have been like for Ben the first time they’d all met Kelly.

Fucking hell, how could Jolena get so far under his skin after just one date?

The faint patter of footsteps coming down the outside stairs announced Jolena’s arrival, and he shot a warning look at his siblings. “Behave yourselves.”

Sneak Peek: Wilde Ink - Due out later this Autumn

Nick reached the bar first and announced his presence by slapping his open palm down on the liquor stained wood. “Hey, barkeep. I need two beers, a couple of menus and none of your usual shitty attitude.”

His brother Jared spun around, ready to do battle, then grinned when he spotted Nick. “Hey, stranger. I was wondering when you’d show your ugly mug around here again. I need you to distract mom from her new goal of finding me a nice girl to settle down with. She keeps drifting by and pointing out pretty girls, loudly.”

“Mom’s here?”

“Uh huh. Girl’s night out. Our sister-in-laws are here too. If you’re smart, you’ll escape before it’s too late.”


Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea after all. The guys would be easy to deal with, but if Wilde women found out he was here with Lia…

Lia chimed in at that point, sealing their fate. “Does your mom pick out girls for you too, Nick? I think that’s sweet.”

“No, she does not. That’s a special treatment she only gives to the sons too socially inept to manage to meet a girl by themselves, like Jared here. Jared, this is Lia Archer. Lia, this is Jared.”

Jared’s blue eyes lit up with interest and he leaned across the bar to take Lia’s hand. “Hello, Lia, nice to meet you. I hate to ask this, but have we met before? I’m certain I wouldn’t forget such a pretty face, and you look hauntingly familiar.”

Nick wrapped a possessive arm around Lia’s shoulders and shook his head in mock dismay. “Is that the best you’ve got? No wonder mom’s decided you need help, bro. Now, kindly let go of my girl’s hand before I get grumpy.”

Jared gawked at Lia and then Nick as he released her hand. “Yours? Not you too? Dammit, Nicky, we were supposed to stick together on this.”

“Sorry, bro. You’re on your own. Lia’s all mine.”

Lia snickered softly. “Did he just call you, Nicky? That’s adorable. I may have to start—”

“No. Not a chance. Forget you ever heard that name,” Nick grumbled, but he was inwardly grinning. He’d just staked a very public claim, and Lia hadn’t so much as blinked.



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What profession do you find sexy? Is your ideal hero a man in uniform, a cowboy, a blue collar man or a businessman in a power suit? Let me know your sexy favorite in the comments.

Thursday, September 25, 2014