Monday, April 20, 2015

New Release ~ Lacey Thorn's Jagged Hearts


This is a hot new release from the lovely and talented Lacey Thorn.








Jagged Hearts
A Knight’s Watch Story


 Five Years Ago: Brutal Attack Rocks Entertainment Industry Paisley Ames can't escape the headline splashed across every news outlet, a vivid reminder of the tragedy that changed her life and still haunts her. Despite the passage of time, she can't heal. She can't let in the man who might show her how to live again. Barrett “Bare” Locke took one look at Jamison Knight’s daughter and saw a survivor. A woman, fierce and strong. Too bad she doesn’t see it. He understands what it is to lose someone you love. If Paisley will give him the chance, he’ll show her how to heal the jagged pieces of her broken heart. But someone doesn’t want Paisley to heal. They want her to remember…until they decide it’s time for her to die.



& Coming soon to Barnes and Noble

Monday, April 13, 2015

My give-a-damn is finally breaking.

When I was a drama-fueled teenager who felt every sling and arrow of day to day life with agonizing clarity, my mum told me that as I got older, it would get easier. She said by the time I was her age, I'd likely have reached a point where I'd know what was important, and what wasn't worth the energy to worry about.

I think I'm finally there.

I got my hair done this weekend, and instead of straight purple I went a different direction. Silver to blue to purple at the tips. Apparently in doing so I crossed the line from "Quirky but harmless" to "We must judge this stranger with grim and frowny faces until she repents her life choices." Sunday I had to run to the grocery store. The same one I go to at least once a week and have for oh, six years. This time was different. This time, there were stares. There were glowers and even one outright sneer, and for the first time in my life, it didn't bother me. Not one bit. Holy hell, was that a good feeling.

After a lifetime of worrying about my looks, my weight, my every real and imagined imperfection, I had a clarifying moment when none of it mattered. Don't like my hair color? I don't care. Disapprove of my tattoos? Go right ahead, I'll be over here, not worrying about it. Are you going to judge me because I write romance novels full of smoking hot sex?  This is me, entirely unconcerned about your opinion. Feel  the need to mock me because I'm overweight? Okay....that one is still going to sting, but I'm getting over it. I am still a work in progress, after all.

I wish I could send my fourteen-year-old self a snapshot of who she's going to become and tell her not to spend so much of her life afraid of other people's opinions. Back then, I did everything I could to blend in, to be part of the crowd so that no one would find a reason to tease or bully me. As it turned out, they didn't need a reason, and the more I hid who I was, the more power I gave to the ones I was trying to appease. I got so good at hiding, I developed sociophobia and anxiety disorders that plagued me for years.

This year I'll be turning forty-five years old. That's when the warranty on my give-a-damn finally started to expire. Frankly, I can't wait until it's officially busted.









Monday, March 30, 2015

Rescuing Red ~ Now available


BLURB:

As the future CEO of Forrester Industries, Lucas Forrester has the kind of life most men only dream of. He’s travelled the world, brokering deals and sealing contracts that have benefited the company while making a name for himself as a cold, calculating negotiator.

At work, Luke lives behind his corporate persona, but when a chance encounter with a beautiful and caring stranger brings out his true nature, he finds himself reluctant to go back into hiding.

Veronica Hood’s life will never be mistaken for a fairytale, but she’s proud of what she’s accomplished so far. After years of planning, she’s finally got her own coffee shop, with enough money coming in to stay out of the red and pay for her grandmother’s medical bills, too. When Lucas sees her delivering food to the hungry, he appoints himself as her protector, stealing her heart and starting a whirlwind love affair straight out of a storybook.

The trouble is, Lucas isn’t the only one who has fallen for Ronnie. When her stalker finally emerges from the shadows, Luke will have to fight for his redheaded angel. In the end only one of them can possess her, but who will be the victor...her champion or the dark-hearted wolf?

**Originally released as part of the Seduction at Midnight Anthology**



Available exclusively at 

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Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Surviving a Chaos Dragon attack - or knowing when to take a reality break

The existence of Chaos Dragons would explain so much.

It's not even noon yet, and I have already exceeded both my chaos and crazy quotas for the day. The phone won't stop ringing. Requests are coming in from all sides for a variety of documents, clarifications, and answers to odd questions. My normally quiet office is abuzz with conversations, shouted communications and a near steady whir of the printer/fax machine. 

Days like this happen, they're part of the ups and downs of life, but lately... lately there seem to be more of them than there should be, and it's not just the small, day to day stuff. War, disease, cruelty, and chaos seem to be the order of the day across the world, on a scale that makes me seriously consider hiding in a blanket fort for at least a week. 

This is why I love to write. It's my escape, my way of letting go of reality and running amok in worlds where there is no such thing as ISIS or an election year. (Which Canada is now in, heaven help us all.) Lately though, I've been struggling to write. I can't seem to let go of reality for long, and took me a while to realize what the problem was. I was the victim of a stealthy Chaos Dragon attack, so busy being busy with everything I forgot to enjoy anything.


Too much reality is bad for the soul, and in my case, it makes my muse run screaming for that blanket fort I mentioned earlier. So tonight I am taking some time for myself. No housework, no writing, no must do's or have to's. I'm going to have dinner with a friend and then go home to read a book or maybe watch some of the many shows I have recorded but never seem to have time to watch. (Or both...oh the luxury!)

There will also be cookies, because I'm going to need them to tempt my muse out of hiding. I can write without her, but it's always easier when she's nearby, whispering in my ear.







Monday, March 9, 2015

A New release and an invitation to a Gala Event

SEDUCTION AT MIDNIGHT


 ***LIMITED EDITION BOX SET FOR CHARITY***

All-new Anthology of modern-day fairy tale romances, written by seven of your favorite authors! All proceeds of the Limited Edition Box Set will be going to the Make a Wish Foundation. On Sale for .99¢ only from March 9 - 30th.

Now available at Amazon & Barnes and Noble
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You are Invited to the Midnight Gala!



Join myself and authors Kali Argent, Laurie Roma, Lacey Thorn, Erika Reed, Jenika Snow, and Catalina Harper for a weekend of fun and elegance Oct 9th-11th at the Bourbon Orleans Hotel in New Orleans!

I'm so excited to be announcing this event and I cannot wait to see some of you in New Orleans, a magical city that I have always wanted to visit. This will be my first author event and I know that it's going to be a memorable occasion!

Find out more at Midnightgala.com

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Uniform Fetish Anthology Blog Tour - Wilde Start




Wilde Start


Before the Wilde Brothers series could happen, there was another love story that had to unfold. This story of the Wilde brothers' parents, Brian and Meg, and it gets the series off to a Wilde Start. 




My name is Brian Wilde. Officer Wilde if I’m on duty. I’m a beat cop from the Chicago Police department, and I thought I had my life more or less in order until the night I met her. She’d been attacked and I found her curled up by an alley dumpster, soaking wet, scared, and looking so damned beautiful she stole my heart before she said a single word. For her, I would break the rules that governed my life, both personal and professional. From the moment Meg came into my life, I knew she was special, and I knew I’d do anything to keep her safe.



* * * *


I’m Meg Wilson, and I met Brian on one of the the worst days of my life. I caught my boyfriend cheating on me, got abandoned at a party by my so-called friends, then some lunatic attacks me, steals my purse, and leaves me sitting on a mound of wet trash with a bruised face and a sprained ankle. Then Brian appeared, and for the first time in my life I understood why some women had a thing for guys in uniform. He was a hero out of a storybook. Kind, considerate, brave, and protective, all wrapped up in Chicago Police blues. The worst day of my life turned out to be one of the best, and it was all because of him. 










Excerpt:


Brian put her down and then helped her into his car, wracking his brain the whole time for ideas on where to take her. By the time he dropped into the driver’s seat, he’d only come up with one idea, and there was a decent chance it was going to get him slapped.

He went for it anyway.

“There’s one place I know where you’ll be safe, and while the d├ęcor isn’t exactly five star, it won’t cost you a cent.”

She gave him a sidelong glance, her fingers playing with the stained hem of her dress. “The only place I’ve felt safe tonight…is with you.”

Her words resonated deep inside him. “Then come home with me, Meg. I’ll sleep on the couch, and in the morning I’ll drive you home and stay with you until the locks are changed.”

She didn’t slap him, but she didn’t say anything for what felt like an eon. When she did speak, all she asked was, “Why are you being so nice to me?”

He slid the keys into the ignition, but left the engine off. If they were going to do this, then he needed her to understand a few things. “Because you had a really lousy day, and I want to help. Not because I’m a cop. In fact I’m pretty sure there was an entire hour of ethics class dedicated to discussing why what I’m doing right now is a bad idea. I’m doing it anyway, because you need a friend, and you deserve better than the ones who let you walk home tonight. Besides, what kind of man would leave you with no place to go?”

She tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear and gave him a shy smile. “Plenty of people would do it without a second thought. But you’re not like that, are you?”

“No, I’m not. So does that mean you’re coming home with me?”

“Yes, please, but I’m not taking your bed. I’ll sleep on the couch. I’m pretty sure I’ll fit on it a lot better than you will.”

“We’ll talk about that once we get there.”

“You’re being pushy again.”

“I’m a Wilde. It’s a family trait. Once we know what we want, we don’t take no for an answer.”

“I’ll try to remember that.”

He winked at her and then coaxed Rosa’s engine to life. “It might save time later, when I ask you out for dinner.”

She gave him a wide-eyed look and then laughed, her hands coming up in a gesture of surrender. “I’ll save us some more time. When you get around to asking, the answer is yes.”










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Monday, February 23, 2015

When Murphy's Law attacks

Some days it's just safer to stay in bed. Some weekends, too.

Friday night I got together with some friends and wound up having a lovely time at the pub. There was beer and laughter and a walk home on a glorious spring night (...or possibly morning. By that point in the festivities, my recollection of events is somewhat fuzzy.)

Needless to say, when I woke up Saturday morning, I was not exactly at "bushy-tailed" levels of energy, and my eyes were only bright in the sense they were an alarming shade of bloodshot red. I had made plans to drive out to my parents that day, so hiding under my blankies until the day ended was not a viable option.

I actually got my shit together and got down to the car ahead of schedule. (I would realize later that was because I'd forgotten to bring the laundry, which was still sitting in the hall.) I turned over the engine, glanced down at the dashboard, and realized I had forgotten something rather important the night before. Gassing up the car before driving all over town. 

This is the universe's way of telling you it's going to be a long day.

No problem, right? All I had to do was get to a gas station before the warning light came on. I had a few liters left in the tank, and there were several gas stations in the area. I headed for the one I used most often...and that's when the fun really started. It was being refilled. The gas station was also on empty, and that meant no fueling up for me. Crap, says I, and do a fast bit of (slightly groggy) thinking. I could double back to the other stations behind me, or I could keep going and stop at one of the stations in the suburbs, before I hit the highway. I check, no warning light, hot damn, highway here I come. 

I got a few more kilometers along the way, watching the needle drop with trepidation, and that's when I see the road closed signage. I can't get to the gas stations, because they are several clicks down a road that is torn to hell and closed to all traffic. Panic is now my passenger. I have to detour back, and end up more or less back at my condo before I find a gas station. For the last three kilometers my knuckles are white and the little fuel warning light is a bright yellow flash on my dashboard, reminding me that I could be seconds away from having to get out and push. Did I mention I deliberately left my cell phone at home to "Unplug?" Oh yes, I did. So if I ran out of gas on the side of the road, I was phoneless. I blame the lack of sleep for that decision.

I did make it to the gas station by the skin of my teeth, and there was much rejoicing. The rest of the day went by with a minimum of chaos, and I thought that Murphy had moved on.

I was wrong.

Sunday I had plans. I was going to write. I was going to clean. I was going to make low carb cauliflower tots. I was going to be productive and stuff! 

The cat kept me awake all night. She howled. She pounced. She did feline flyby's over my head. I didn't crawl out of bed until nearly eleven Sunday morning, and I was so far from "productive" that I couldn't have spelled it correctly without having a cup of coffee first. 

I did get some things done, but it took coffee and Red Bull to make it happen. By late afternoon I was ready to try the cauliflower tots recipe, though, and I had dreams of tasty, crispy, low carb success.

Not even close to what I got, but hey, it was edible.


Did you know that assembling a food processor is not as easy as it sounds? Especially when you don't use it often. Did you also know that if you don't assemble the blades etc correctly, then the accursed thing will not work because it's unsafe? I didn't. If I had, I would not have placed all the ingredients into the bowl until AFTER I had ascertained that the bloody thing worked. Instead, I pushed the button, expecting magic, and got...nothing. 

Eventually I had to remove the caulflower, cheese, spices, raw eggs and other delights from the bowl, take the satanic device apart and rebuild it four times until I finally got it right and the damned thing worked. By this point, I had destroyed my recently cleaned kitchen and was wearing enough raw egg and Parmesan cheese I could be considered an appetizer. I even had garlic in my hair. I don't know how, but I did. At least I was vampire-proof for a bit. 
In the end, I did manage to make the fritter-tot things. They were tasty, and I will be making it again...but this time I'll test the damned food processor first. That, and I'll sacrifice a cupcake to appease Murphy, the modern-day household god of chaos.