Tuesday, September 30, 2014

~ Guest: Zayne Michaels - Haunted Hearts ~


M/M Paranormal, werewolves
27,700 words

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Convinced a clean break was the only way to protect the man he loved, Micah Hayden shut down, closed himself off, and spent more than a decade running from his mistakes. Twelve miserable years later, he’s come home to take his rightful place as Alpha, and if he has his say in the matter, reclaim the love that was stolen from him.

When Micah kicked him out and crushed his heart, August Tucker didn’t think he’d ever heal from the loss. Slowly, though, he rebuilt his life—a life far away from the painful memories of the past. So, when he learns Micah is back in town and wants to see him, August knows he should refuse, because even a brief reunion could destroy the walls he’s built around his heart.

Unfortunately, he may not have a choice. Someone wants him dead, someone willing to go to any lengths to succeed. With his list of allies growing thin, he has no choice but to turn to his old love for help.

But can Micah put aside his own uncertainties to be the hero August needs? Or will history be repeated when ghosts of the past resurface determined to finish what was put into motion all those years ago?
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Reclining in his office chair, August Tucker kicked his shoes off and propped his feet up on the desk with a silent groan. 
“Ok, you’re definitely going to be here Thursday, right?”
It felt like the hundredth time the question had been posed in the last twenty-four hours, and August barely bit back his sigh. “Yes, Meredith,” he answered into the phone. “My last appointment is at noon Thursday. I’ll be on the highway before rush hour.”
“I still don’t get why you’re driving all the way from Tulsa.”
Considering how little they had in common, it still amazed him that they’d ever become friends. Maybe it had something to do with the fact they were both too stubborn to let those little differences stand in their way. Whatever the reason, they’d made it work and had been inseparable since junior high, even after August had packed up his things and moved halfway across the country to nurse his broken heart.
“It’s not that far to Indianapolis.”
Most people probably wouldn’t agree, but nine hours didn’t feel like a chore. If nothing drastic happened, he could probably make it in eight.
“Besides, I like to drive,” he reminded her. August found the hum of the tires over the highway peaceful, and driving gave him the time and space to think.
“Yeah, yeah,” Meredith conceded. “Well, I’m closing the shop for the weekend, and Lucas will be at his dad’s house in Fort Wayne until next Thursday because of fall break. Starting Friday afternoon, I’m all yours.”
“Sounds like a plan, but you really don’t have to entertain me.”
“Oh, oh!” Meredith exclaimed, completely ignoring his subtle plea for a nice, quiet visit. Honestly, he should have been used to it by now. “You are never going to guess who’s back in town!”
Wincing as he jerked the phone away from his head to avoid a ruptured eardrum, August scrolled through his mental Rolodex, trying to figure out who could make his friend squeal like that. “I don’t know, Mer. Peyton Manning?” A lame guess, perhaps, but he had nothing.
“Funny,” Meredith answered, her tone dripping with sarcasm, “but no.” She paused for a long time, likely for dramatic effect, then squealed again. “Micah!”
She said it as though it should mean something to him, but he only knew of one Micah. Surely, she didn’t mean…
“Micah Hayden?” Barely able to speak through his trembling lips, August winced when his voice broke and prayed his friend hadn’t noticed.
“Yes! I saw him in the pharmacy last weekend when I was visiting Mom. I guess he’s in town for the closing on his parents’ farm out by Booker’s Pond. Remember it?” She didn’t give him a chance to respond before continuing. Hell, she didn’t even take time to breathe. “Now that they’re getting older—his parents, not Micah—they’ve decided to move to Florida. It’s cliché, I know, but there you have it.”
August blinked twice, replaying the monologue in his head, because he’d definitely missed something. “His parents are moving to Florida? What does that have to do with Micah?”
“Oh, well, they signed over the farm to him, didn’t they? He finally found a buyer over in Greenfield.”
“Ah, I see.” August drummed his fingers against the gleaming oak of his desktop and swallowed hard, trying to force his heart out of his throat and back into his chest where it belonged. “So,” he began, hoping he sounded casual, “how is he?”
“Good, from what I could tell.” If Meredith sensed his growing anxiety, she didn’t say anything. “He’s been back in Indianapolis for a few months now, and he said he just signed a lease with…”
“Yes?” August dropped his feet to the floor and sat up straighter in his chair. “With what?”
“His partner,” Meredith answered. The glee had disappeared, replaced by a more somber tone, and perhaps even a hint of pity. “He moved into an apartment with his partner.”
If his life was a movie, August might naively think Micah’s return meant a second chance for them. They’d meet somewhere for coffee, just for old time’s sake, one thing would lead to another, and they’d stroll off into the sunset together. Roll end credits. August lived in the real world, though, with real-life disappointments, and Micah Hayden had turned out to be one of the biggest.
“I have his number.” Meredith’s voice pulled him back to the conversation. “He asked about you. Actually, he had a lot of questions about you.” Smugness saturated her voice, and August could just picture his friend’s bow shaped lips curling into a smirk. “He asked me to pass on his number. Want it?”
“Uh, Mer, I don’t know. Maybe it’s not such a good idea.” Part of him, the part that had been desperately in love with Micah wanted to say yes. A louder, more logical voice chastised him for even considering it.
“Auggie, c’mon. I know things ended badly between you, but he’s your alma.”
Fate. Soul. Heart. Intended. Mate. A sacred and cherished bond within the paranormal world, especially amongst his particular breed of werewolves. No one came between a Lobos and their mate, not without violent consequences. Apparently, that only applied to lesser beings, not to someone as self-important as Micah Hayden.
Yeah, I’m not bitter at all.
“You just said he was seeing someone else.”
“But he’s your mate!” Meredith repeated, as though that would suddenly make everything okay.
Knowing she wouldn’t let it go, August sighed as he shifted through the clutter on his desk for a pen and scrap of paper. Nothing said “I’m available and desperate” like getting wound up over the guy who’d dumped him. “Fine, let’s have it.”
Meredith rattled off the number twice, and then made August recite it back to her. After being repeatedly forced to promise he’d call the minute he left for Indiana, he said his goodbyes and disconnected. Picking up the slip of paper with Micah’s number on it, August leaned back in his desk chair and stared at the digits.
After all this time, he couldn’t imagine why Micah wanted to talk to him. They’d had little in common when they’d been together, and he guessed they had even less in common now. It would definitely be awkward.
“For crying out loud, August,” he berated himself, “you’re a grown man, not a heartsick kid.” Without a good reason not to call, he just looked like the jaded lover he was.
Sucking in a deep breath and praying for courage, August snatch his cell phone off the desk and dialed before he could change his mind. Then he sat on the edge of his chair, his shoulders back and his spine rigid, gnawing on his bottom lip while he waited for an answer.
“Hello?” a voice answered on the fourth ring in a deep, resonating bass.
Whoa. Shivering at the current that rippled along his spine, August tugged at his slacks and shifted in his seat when the tingles traveled to places they had no business occupying. “Umm…I’m looking for Micah Hayden,” he stammered.
“This is Micah Hayden. Who’s calling?”
“You probably don’t remember me,” August began but stopped when he realized how stupid that sounded. The guy had crushed his heart into a million pieces. Oh, and he’d asked about him. Either way, of course Micah remembered him. “It’s August. August Tucker. Meredith gave me your number.”
Okay, great. This is going well.
Even after all these years, the silly nickname had the ability to stretch his lips into a warm, indulgent smile. “Yeah, it’s me.” Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as he’d dreaded. “How are you, Micah?”
“Wow. It is you. I wasn’t sure you’d call, but I’m glad you did.” An echoing smile tinted Micah’s voice, and he sounded genuinely happy. “How long has it been? Twelve, thirteen years?”
“Something like that.” Some days, it felt longer. Other days, it felt like no time had passed and the pain nearly suffocated him. “So, you’re back in Indy now?”
“Yes, sir. I bought The Garage, so that’s where I’ve been spending most of my time.”
Micah had started working for old man Aikens in junior high, cleaning up around the shop and fetching parts for the mechanics. Gods, he’d loved that place, and he’d talked nonstop about owning his own garage one day. August was truly happy his old love had fulfilled his dream.
“That’s great, Micah, really. Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” A measure of uncertainty floated over the line. “What else did Meredith tell you?”
“Just that you found a buyer for your parents’ farm. Are they really moving to Florida?”
“Well, Mom is moving down there to be closer to her sister. Dad passed a couple of months ago. I’m not selling the old place, either.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I know you two were close.” It seemed callous to ask, but August did question what that meant for the pack. He also wondered how Meredith could get her facts so horribly wrong. “Are you living at the farm, then? I thought you’d just signed a lease on an apartment?”
Silence hung over the line before Micah groaned under his breath. “Some things never change, huh?”
“If you’re referring to the fact that Meredith hears a quarter of the conversation and makes up the rest, you wouldn’t be wrong.” Gods, Micah had a great laugh, and even through the phone line, his voice washed over August in all the right—er, wrong?—places.  “Okay, so what am I missing?”
“Well, I just terminated the lease on my old apartment. Mom did sign the farm over to me, but I’m not selling the house or any of the land. Seems like it would be a waste of resources to turn over seventy acres of pack lands.”
“You’re converting the farm to pack lands?” August sat up a little straighter and cocked his head to the side. The pack had never had a place of their own to run, not that August could remember, anyway. “Why now? Why the sudden change?”
Micah cleared his throat, and when he spoke, he sounded a little too casual for it to be authentic. “It’s just time for some changes.” He paused, a little hesitation that anyone else probably wouldn’t have noticed. “You’re living in Oklahoma now, right?”
 He was definitely hiding something, but after so long apart, it wasn’t really August’s place to ask. So he ignored the tightening in his gut and pasted a smile on his lips when he answered. “Yes, sir, I have my own office here in Tulsa.”
To date, it was his biggest accomplishment, and he’d worked his ass off, scrimping, saving, and sacrificing to be able to open his own practice. It hadn’t been easy in the beginning, but he’d seen steady progress, especially in the past couple of years. His exclusive clientele required a certain level of…discretion, and they were willing to pay top dollar to protect their privacy.
“Wow, I’m impressed.” Micah’s tone held just the right amount of sincerity without being over the top. He didn’t quite pull off the same subtlety with his next question, though. “I guess that doesn’t leave a lot of time to make it back home, huh?”
“It’s not my home, Micah. It hasn’t been for a long time.” It had been fourteen years since his parents had passed, and with no other family, August had no reason to return to Indianapolis permanently. “However, I’ll be in town this coming weekend to visit Meredith.”
“You’ll be in town for your birthday? We should celebrate.” Micah stopped and swallowed audibly. When he continued, some of the enthusiasm had vanished. “I mean, if you’re not busy, of course. If you’d rather not, I’ll understand.”
August didn’t know how he felt. The part of him still hopelessly in love with the guy wanted to move back to Indianapolis, buy a house, build a picket fence, and live happily ever after. The rational part of him, however, knew that would never happen, and being near Micah without actually being with him sounded plain miserable.
“I’d love to see you.”
What? Wait. I would?
“I look forward to it.” Micah’s reply felt more intimate than his previous excitement, and August clenched his fist on his thigh as his breath quickened. “I should get back to work.”
August glanced at the clock on his computer and opened his schedule of appointments for the day. “Yeah, same here. My four o’clock will be here any minute.”
“What is it you do, Ant?”
“I’m a therapist,” August answered distractedly as he pulled his patient’s file from the bottom drawer and placed it on top of the desk. “Sex therapy to be more specific.”
“Right then.” Laughter colored Micah’s voice, and he paused for a heartbeat before composing himself. “Well, you have my number now. Be sure to use it.”
“I’ll call when I get into Indy.” Gods, he didn’t know how he’d convinced himself it would be a good idea to see Micah again, but he blamed Meredith. If she hadn’t been so quick to gossip, none of this would have happened. “Take care of you.”
Their old goodbye came without thought, rolling smoothly off his tongue as though he’d uttered it a thousand times in the last twelve years. In truth, it was special, and he never used that parting line with anyone except Micah.
Thankfully, Micah didn’t comment on his Freudian slip. “Goodbye, August.”

Friday, September 26, 2014

~ Symposium: Sexy Back ~

Hello Everyone! 
Welcome to my September Symposium!

This month is all about bringing sexy back! What do you consider sexy? Is it something you see, a mood you feel? 

So many things can be considered sexy...which is why I asked my friends and fellow authors to tell us about some of the things that get their pulses racing. Read on and find out what they had to say!

LAURIE ROMA: When I think about what I find sexy, my first reaction is obviously a good looking man, and muscles. Oh yeah, do I enjoy muscles on a man. Or it could be a man’s quiet confidence, someone who knows exactly who they are and what they want. But after considering the question a little deeper, I think that sometimes it’s the little things that make my heart flutter. What do I mean by that? It could be something simple, like a man’s hand at the small of my back, leading me through a crowd, or that look a man gives me through a crowd that makes it seem like we are the only two people in the room. And nothing is sexier than knowing a strong, smart, savvy, man wants me so much that he loses control. Knowing that...now, that is swoon worthy. *wink wink*

Daryk “Dare” Nyght is a man on the edge. As a trauma surgeon in the Army, he has seen his share of combat, but his high-risk lifestyle has left him burnt out and in desperate need of some peace. A man without a home, Dare heads to the small town of Breakers to get some rest and spend some time with a few friends, but what he finds there is more than he ever expected... 

Evelyn Beaumont is a woman who seems to have it all. Evie has grace, beauty and wealth, but she hides from painful memories by burying herself in her work at the rescue center she runs. When these two lost souls come together in a clash of wills, the sparks between them are undeniable. Will passion be enough or can they find a way to open their hearts for a chance at true love? 


EVE LANGLAIS: To me sexy isn’t always about the size or shape of a body, the whiteness of a smile, or other physical trait, but attitude. A man with a forceful personality, loads of charm and a positive outlook will attract me more than the shy, silent type no matter how good looking. Confidence, swagger and a bold nature draw people, so even if a man might have a few years on him, or a less than perfect physique, he’s sexy. I think a prime example of this is Jean Luc Picard (Star Trek actor). With his bald head, beak nose and slim build, most women wouldn’t have spared him a second glance if they passed him on the street, but throw him in a uniform on the bridge of a ship and have him bark out orders and deal with high pressure situations with firmness…Swoon. Completely, utterly sexy.

A bullheaded moose doesn’t stand a chance when a fox decides to make him her mate.

Boris left to defend his country still a boy. He came back a changed man. A damaged man.

But Jan still wants him.

A man of few words, Boris has a firm way of saying No, but a determined vixen knows he’s her mate. Jan has not had much success in getting her bullheaded moose to notice her, but all that changes when her life is put in danger.

Suddenly the damaged soldier keeps finding excuses to come to her rescue, but as far as Jan is concerned, her mate is the one in need of saving.

It will take some subtle maneuvering to outfox her moose into admitting he loves her, but this wily vixen is more than ready for the challenge. And if that doesn’t work, momma’s offered to loan her the shot gun used for her own engagement.

Welcome to Kodiak Point, where the wildlife might wear clothes, but animal instinct rules the heart.


JOEY W. HILL: For a man, it’s his forearms, especially when he’s wearing a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Or he can just be wearing a regular shirt. 
Like the attached picture of Jeremy Renner that someone sent me. Of course I find the text combined with his pose particularly damn sexy as well, but LOOK at those forearms! Lol – beyond that, it’s charisma. Certain men carry a brand of charisma that stamps sexy right on them, no matter their physical looks. Without it, they might be plain as a dinner plate, but with it, you want to watch everything they do. Examples that spring to mind – Adrien Brody, Paul Bettany and Benedict Cumberbatch. When I watch Benedict play Sherlock (or Khan) or Paul in Wimbledon or Knight’s Tale, you see it shine. And there are actors who ARE really good looking according the typical standards, but charisma gives them that extra edge – Chris Pine or Hugh Jackman, anyone?

Vampires drink blood, they’re superior to humans, and they’re sexual Dominants. Every vampire knows those truths. A vampire’s human servant is property, plaything, pawn—and the only living being a vampire can trust. Though she may own him, body, heart and soul, a human servant keeps a vampire from feeling alone in her dangerous, political world. But Kaela has a secret. She’s a vampire with a burning need to submit, to belong to a Master, and definitely not a vampire Master, who will use the advantage for political or emotional domination. But what kind of human male will consent to becoming a vampire’s servant, a 300-year life of utter servitude, to be her Master behind closed doors? An invitation to Eden offers her the chance to discover her elusive hero…and indulge the bliss of surrender...

Elusive Hero is a standalone addition to Joey W. Hill’s Vampire Queen series, but will be released November 4, 2014 as part of the Invitation to Eden series, www.invitationtoeden.com. Join 27 authors on 27 trips to the island of Eden, Mar-Dec 2014, as their characters find out if the mysterious resort can truly bring fantasies to life…

Look for Elusive Hero at Amazon, B&N, Kobo and preferred booksellers on or before November 4, 2014.

NJ WALTERS: What makes a sexy hero? Ask a dozen women and you’ll get a dozen different answers, but I think there are some things that universally appeal to all women. Okay, the first thing is obviously looks. A hot looking guy is sexy, but even what makes a guy hot will vary between women. Beard or clean-shaven, muscular or lean, long hair or short, blue eyes or brown. It’s personal choice. What really makes a man sexy is self-confidence, honesty and a code of ethics. A man who will face any problem that arises head-on. A woman wants to know she can depend on her man when times are tough. A sense of humor is very sexy. Women like a man who can make them laugh in good times and bad. Most of all a woman want someone to talk to and snuggle with at the end of the day.

Is he Prince Charming or the Big Bad Wolf? 
Salvation Pack, Book 2 

Anny Conrad is a single thirty-year-old librarian—a cliché complete with two cats. Dragged out to a local bar, she’s rethinking her life plan over a few drinks when a man walks up and asks her to dance. And what a man. Tall, rugged and more than a little untamed. Before she knows it, she’s in his arms and throwing caution to the wind. 

With a pack war in full, deadly swing, the last thing Armand LaForge needs right now is a woman in his life, much less a human. But one thing is certain, he’s met his mate, the one woman in the world for him. 

The kindest thing to do is give her all the hot sex she wants and then leave her alone. But when the morning comes, fate isn’t done screwing with them. Anny is confronted with the fact that the myths in her library books are real…and now she’s one of them. 


LACEY THORN: What is sexy to me? Presence, charm, genuine smile, and eye contact. It doesn’t always matter what someone looks like. Physical attraction plays a key role, but different things attract me to different people. Sense of humor is key, especially when he can laugh at himself. Being attentive to me, which includes small touches and affection, are a must as well. It’s the way I get giddy when he texts me or calls. The small gestures which show me how much I matter to him. It’s how he treats me in front of his friends. Honestly, it’s the way he treats me period. Am I important to him or just a convenience. Sexy is so much more than a body type or hair color, tattoos or the bad boy vibe, at least to me. I think my heroines would agree, lol!

He's only human... 

The only thing Logan despises more than a weak man is one who preys on others. He finds himself in a battle between a group of people he never dreamed existed, and those who want them dead. 

A captured lioness... 

Clara has always known she carried the spirit of a lioness within her. An impulsive quest finds her at the mercy of a man she's spent her entire life hearing of. She wants to claim her place as part of his pride, but to do so means turning her back on the one who reared her. 


One look at Clara has Logan chomping at the bit to protect her. Every moment spent together assures him she feels the same. She's the one with a beast inside, but he's the one feeling territorial. Every glance has his chest swelling with primal need. Every touch sends one word echoing through his mind. Soon he'll show her exactly what it means to belong.


SUSAN HAYES: What do I think is sexy? That’s a hell of a long list! I could wax poetic about broad shoulders and laughing eyes, or talk about the sex appeal of a wicked sense of humor. The touch of a hand, a tender word…but there’s one thing that can make anyone sexy no matter who they are, confidence. Not the swagger of arrogance, but the powerful, oh so alluring strength of purpose that transforms someone from the inside out. The way they walk, talk, the cocky curve of their lip as they smile…there is something truly sexy about a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to go after it. 

Two bullets. That’s all it took to change Taggart Wilde’s life. His wounds have healed, but his career as a police officer is over. Struggling to move on, Tag searches for new purpose, and ends up finding it in the most unlikely of places. 

Jolena Miller’s passion is fixing up classic cars. As the owner of her own garage, she has convinced herself she’s happy just being one of the guys, unnoticed and unremarkable…until she meets Tag. 

One look at the curvy little mechanic has Tag’s engine revving, and he is determined to make her his. But just as Jo starts to believe they might have a future together, her ex-husband reappears in her life, stirring up old pains and new problems. When pushed to the edge, can two lonely hearts fight for a future together, or will the past be too much to overcome? 


ROSANNA LEO: Thanks for having me, Laurie. My favorite topic: sexiness. I find many things sexy (par for the course for a romance author), but what does it for me every time is a knowing look between two pairs of eager eyes. Probably the sexiest look a man can give a woman is after the first time he's seen her naked. He can now appreciate her charms in a whole, new way. I love writing scenes from the hero's POV in which he quietly appraises her from a distance, having just seen everything. That look of hunger, of wanting to taste her skin again, is very sexy to me. He now knows her intimately and the eyes can express that hunger so well. They darken, perhaps they narrow with focus as he hones in on her, and each blink seems laden with need. Now that's sexy!

When Nina Suzuki discovers the body of her best friend Janine, her world turns upside down. Things go from bad to worse when Janine’s corpse seems to transform into that of a large, brown wolf. For the first time, Nina is faced to confront all the clues indicating her BFF was not what she seemed. A letter from the dead woman opens Nina’s eyes to a strange, new world. The same letter warns of a sinister group called the Alpha Brethren, and urges her to find Killian Moon of the Ursa Fishing Lodge and Resort on Gemini Island. 

Killian Moon is a jaguar shifter and teen mentor at the Ursa Lodge in Northern Ontario. He may be a comfort and inspiration to confused teen shifters, but he also has a fiery past. His past comes back to haunt him when human Nina arrives at the resort, demanding to speak with him. Demanding answers. Can he trust her with knowledge that will not only change her life, but possibly endanger those around him? 

As Killian begrudgingly tutors Nina on all things shifter, their mutual curiosity flares into passionate need. Once they touch, once they succumb to desire, there is no going back. Killian realizes Nina is his mate and they both begin to comprehend the terror threatening those on their shifter-friendly island. He is forced to confront the tragedy in his family and determines to protect Nina at all costs. 

But can they protect everyone they love from a cult of dangerous shifters, intent on horror and destruction?


SAM CRESCENT: Sexy can mean so many things from a way a man and woman look, to the deeply erotic happenings in the bedroom. However, there’s so many elements to bring to sexy that it doesn’t have to be so blunt. Sexy, for me, is having a connection with a man who knows and understands you. I love the simplest of actions, from a hand being taken as we walk down the street, to the slow caresses throughout the day. Each touch holds a promise of more that only the two people know. Sexy can be the building foreplay as much as the look of someone. There is so much that can build that sexy ambiance that it’s sad to just get down to the nitty gritty. In my stories, I liked to build the tension, the connection so that when they need each other, everything has already been set in motion. 

The Skulls, 8
Two MCs and one enemy—who will come out alive? 

Any threat against The Skulls and Tiny deals with it, but Gonzalez is not any ordinary threat. Taking him out will require more than a bullet to the head. It’s going to take time, patience, and help, but can Tiny trust Devil? No one’s been able to control the leader of Chaos Bleeds, so how far does Devil’s loyalty go? When Eva and Angel are attacked, Tiny loses it. He’ll handle the threat alone—and a friendship is torn apart. 

Called away from Fort Wills, Devil has no choice but to deal with the dead body hung up outside of his compound. Lexie’s sister wasn’t part of his world, but now he has to deal with her death. He’s done with the threats, the deaths, and the uncertainty—and with Tiny. Devil’s going to take out the fucker that has almost destroyed his club, no matter who stands in his way. 

No one is going to be the same again as Gonzalez leaves his mark wherever he goes. Who will survive? Who will die? And what will happen next?


ERIKA REED: When I think of sexy, I think of the sex appeal I see my male characters portraying. I start by visualizing them standing there naked in front of me as I stare at their tight, chiseled abs, as I travel up to their broad, muscular shoulders. But lately I fantasize about their narrow V- shaped hips that dips beneath their tight jeans, as they stand before me, shirtless. All the while as his crystal clear, blue eyes watch me as I wait for his next move. There is nothing sexier than knowing a man like that only has eyes for you and is about to show you how desirable you really are to him. 

Five years after running away from the man she loved, Peyton Montgomery is coming home. 

With nowhere to live, no money in the bank, and still stinging from being served her divorce papers, Peyton is returning to help her mother care for her father after a heart attack. Being back means eventually she’ll run into the man that broke her heart and ruined her for anyone else. When they do cross paths, Peyton soon discovers she wasn’t the only one that lost so much after she left. 

Because of one drunken mistake, Jackson Holt lost the woman he loved. Now he has a second chance at mending the relationship he once had with Peyton, but he has a confession he needs to get off his chest before they both can move forward and claim the life and the love they lost the night Peyton left.


ELODIE PARKES: What do I find sexy in a man? I have to admit to being drawn by his looks first. For me nothing is as enticing as a gorgeous man. I love blue/green/gray eyes, dark hair or blonde. If the guy is muscled or toned that's great. There's a certain aura about a sexy man. His walk, the way he dresses, and talks. Then there's the rest. I find kindness and intelligence sexy. Sincerity is high on my list too. Men who completely love their woman are sexy. I write all my heroes like this. Even my alpha males, once they meet the woman, and fall in love they're totally captured. They're also into sex, and showing affection, in a big way. That's sexy for me. What's better than good sex? That's probably why I write erotic romance. I like to show the love and sparks flying between my characters. Love is all you need, isn't it?

When lifelong friends Nate and Evan watch the arrival of a new neighbor, they never expect to find their friendship rocked by the lovely Annabel who moves into the empty house next door. 

Annabel likes both Nate and Evan the moment she meets them. As they all grow close, will she be forced to choose between these gorgeous men?


LORI KING: The sexiest thing in the world to me is confidence. I love when a person (male or female) can walk into a room and know that they’ve got game. They may not be the best looking, the smartest, or the most charismatic, but their confidence in who they are makes them sexier than anyone else in the room. It’s hard to put a finger on what exemplifies confidence though. On the outside it can be a look, or a swagger, or even a bright smile, while inside I think it’s based in accepting yourself, and knowing your worth. That’s the ultimate in sexy to me. I don’t need candles, wine or roses if my partner is confident. But if Tom Hiddleston wants to strip naked and share a bubble bath with me anytime in the future—I’m all in! :D

Ana Gregory and her submissive Foster Craft are happy together. They enjoy a relationship that indulges their hedonistic desires, as well as gives them the security of a partner in real life. Until another submissive shines a light on the cracks in their foundation by asking to join their pairing. 

Foster’s in love with Ana, and he would do anything to please her, but sleeping with a man who hurt them both is a huge test of trust; even if he wants the man in question, with every fiber of his being.

Four months ago Wyatt Marks made a huge mistake, but it brought him to some life-changing realizations. Now he has the opportunity to right his wrongs with Ana and Foster, as well as indulge the secret fantasies he’s hidden from himself all his life. 

When the triad comes together the fires are hot, but will they all get burned in the process? Or will this one night of pleasure, fulfill a lifetime of fantasies for all of them?

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REBECCA JOYCE: According to Webster’s Dictionary… Sexy means to arouse or intend to arouse sexual desire. Yep that sums it up well…NOT! Some people find the look of a man eyes, which smolder with desire sexy. Some think the touch of his/her hands as it slowly glides over their skin sexy, or those secret kisses, you know the one, at the base of a neck, behind the ear, that he/she reserves just for them sexy. To me, sexy is more than arousal or sexual desire. Everyone can desire anything, but for a partner, spouse, boyfriend, or girlfriend to come home after a long day, and help me wash the damn dishes…NOW THAT IS SEXY! J What can I say…It’s too easy for my hubby to get me out of my panties!

Pisces lived his life one cosmic reading at a time. He’s gorgeous, with a beautiful head of hair, and has the favorite companion, Henry. Pisces wants for nothing that is until he met his Princess Sugar-Britches.

Angelica ‘Ace’ Emerson hates everything about Celestial, especially the town sheriff. The last time she saw the man, she threw him in jail for being a nuisance, just so she didn’t have to look at him anymore. 

Landon Michaels doesn’t mind looking at the naked sheriff, there’s something about the man that calls to him on a universal level and has him wanting to learn more.

Forced to return to the town she hates, to seek out man she loathes, Angelica’s only consolation is that her partner will be by her side. In Celestial, it doesn’t take long for the Cosmos to rear its wicked head, and soon she is sucked into a rabbit hole of Pisces making.


JENIKA SNOW: What I find sexy is when a strong woman lets her man take control, but she still knows that she holds the power. I love a dominant man, but I also love when the woman is just a confident, yet knows when to let her guard down and allow her partner to take the lead. Whether it is when he cups her face in a strong grasp, kisses her like he is starving, and tells her that he will take care of her, or just shows her with his body that he knows what she wants. The knowledge that a man also knows that his woman holds the cards sets up for a sexy setting in my book.

Roake Bishop is half lion, half tiger—a hybrid beast. He is more animal than human, but he relies on that to survive. After escaping from the depraved hands of a brotherhood that thinks mixed shifter species should be eradicated, he meets his mate. 

Emma Leno, a clouded leopard shifter, runs a farm in Sweet Water with her brother. When an explosion rocks the small town, she finds her mate in the most unexpected place. 

Being mates means the attraction between Emma and Roake is undeniable. He can’t stay away from her, no matter how dangerous he knows he is. But he wants revenge against the Purebred Brotherhood, and won’t stop until he exacts it. 

Roake must decide if he can walk away from his mate. For the first time in his damaged life he realizes that revenge isn’t the only driving force to survive. 


ZAYNE MICHAELS: I’m fairly outside of the box when it comes to what I find sexy. Tight jeans, six-pack abs, and dazzling blue eyes get the pulse racing, sure. For me, though, there is nothing sexier than a guy who can make me laugh. Holding hands and forehead kisses are sexy as hell. The tickle of his five o’clock shadow when he nuzzles against your neck. Loyalty, devotion, and that look in his eyes when you walk into a room are all full-on, leg-wobbling sexiness for me. It’s not just about the boys, though. Girls don’t need to be half-dressed or pout their glossy lips to be attractive. A confident, classy, and self-reliant woman is a sexy woman. A hint of a barbed tongue from a girl who isn’t going to take shit from anyone is just icing on the cake. It’s not all about appearances. Sexiness is in the attitude.

Convinced a clean break was the only way to protect the man he loved, Micah Hayden shut down, closed himself off, and spent more than a decade running from his mistakes. Twelve miserable years later, he’s come home to take his rightful place as Alpha, and if he has his say in the matter, reclaim the love that was stolen from him.

When Micah kicked him out and crushed his heart, August Tucker didn’t think he’d ever heal from the loss. Slowly, though, he rebuilt his life—a life far away from the painful memories of the past. So, when he learns Micah is back in town and wants to see him, August knows he should refuse, because even a brief reunion could destroy the walls he’s built around his heart.

Unfortunately, he may not have a choice. Someone wants him dead, someone willing to go to any lengths to succeed. With his list of allies growing thin, he has no choice but to turn to his old love for help.

But can Micah put aside his own uncertainties to be the hero August needs? Or will history be repeated when ghosts of the past resurface determined to finish what was put into motion all those years ago?



Monday, September 15, 2014

~ New Release: Nyght's Eve ~

The Breakers’ Bad Boys series is a combination of several things that I love…bad boys, military men, MMA fighters, bikers, and best of all – spicy hot romance! While my IAD series deals with military men and women working for a covert agency, I wanted to take a different stance for the BBB series. Breakers is a town that caters to men and women who have just come home after leaving the service, and because of that, I wanted to show what happens when they try to acclimate back into “normal” life. The men of Breakers may be bad boys, but they all still have integrity and honor…just like heroes should.

Nyght’s Eve was a very special book to me. It is a book about healing, for both Dare and Evie. 

Daryk “Dare” Nyght is a man who has just come back from serving overseas. He is having trouble acclimating now that he’s home, and is struggling with the realization that he can never be who he once was. He is a changed man. His character is one that I felt I had to write to show glimpses of what my friends in the military have told me they had gone through while in service, but more so, what they dealt with when they came back from their tours. 

Evie is Dare’s perfect match. She is a woman who has her own secrets and insecurities, but she is also a strong, vital presence that helps soothe Dare’s broken spirit. Together, they go on a journey...learning how to trust and both finding the courage to give their hearts.

I know this series has a lot of characters...but I have done that for a specific purpose. Adding to that, the Breakers’ Bad Boys series has one more character that many people might even realize. The truth is, I like to think of the town of Breakers as it’s very own character of this series. It’s not just a location for me. Breakers has personality, it has purpose, and above all, it has heart.

Like any interesting town, the people add to the essence of the place. Each book of this series is not just about two people. It is also about how those people fit into the town and how they interact with their friends and family. I want readers to feel as if they know the town and the people of my series, and feel like they are visiting old friends each time they read one of my books. 

With that said, welcome back to Breakers. May you all come to love the Breakers' Bad Boys as much as I do. I hope you enjoy reading Dare and Evie’s story. Happy Reading!

Daryk “Dare” Nyght is a man on the edge. As a trauma surgeon in the Army, he has seen his share of combat, but his high-risk lifestyle has left him burnt out and in desperate need of some peace. A man without a home, he heads to the small town of Breakers to get some rest and spend some time with a few friends, but what he finds there is more than he ever expected...

Evie Beaumont is a woman who seems to have it all. She has grace, beauty and wealth, but she hides from painful memories by burying herself in her work at the rescue center she runs. When these two lost souls come together in a clash of wills, the sparks between them are undeniable. Will passion be enough or can they find a way to open their hearts for a chance at true love?


Thursday, September 4, 2014

~ New Cover Reveal: Nyght's Eve ~

Book #2 of the Breakers' Bad Boys Series

Daryk “Dare” Nyght is a man on the edge. As a trauma surgeon in the Army, he has seen his share of combat, but his high-risk lifestyle has left him burnt out and in desperate need of some peace. A man without a home, he heads to the small town of Breakers to get some rest and spend some time with a few friends, but what he finds there is more than he ever expected...

Evie Beaumont is a woman who seems to have it all. She has grace, beauty and wealth, but she hides from painful memories by burying herself in her work at the rescue center she runs. When these two lost souls come together in a clash of wills, the sparks between them are undeniable. Will passion be enough or can they find a way to open their hearts for a chance at true love?


Stalling, Dare bent down and picked up a stick. Pulling back his arm, he let it fly and watched as all four dogs gave chase. “First, I want to say I’m usually not such an idiot around women. I think it’s just you.” 

“Lucky me.” 

He shot a look at her. “Why don’t we write it off as my stupid moment of the day and forget about it?” 

Evie paused, considering. “Do you have many of those?” 

“What, stupid moments? I’m male, so that would be yes. I think we have a quota each day or we just don’t feel right.” 


He heaved out a sigh. “You...disturb me.” 

That had her stopping in her tracks. Offended to her core, she glared at him with her hands on her hips. “Excuse me?” 

“See, even the way you glare at me. That shouldn’t turn me on.” 

“It...I...” She lost her ability to speak. Did he really just— 

“Damn it, Evie,” he said as he took a step closer. “I shouldn’t have missed seeing your face today.” 

Her mouth opened, then closed as she struggled to form a response. She took a step back, then another. “No. You said—” 

“I know what I said.” 

“Then we should probably just avoid each other from now on while you’re here.” 

Dare took another step forward, closing the distance between them again as he slowly shook his head. “I’ve tried that. It doesn’t seem to be working.” 

“Well, try harder,” she snapped. She started to take another step back, but stopped when she realized he had her retreating. 

He burst out laughing. “Damn, woman. You sure do know how to stomp on a man’s ego.” 

“That’s not all I’m gonna stomp on.” 

Still chuckling, he wrapped an arm around her waist and jerked her to him, making her gasp. “Why don’t we try this instead?” 

Dare’s mouth came down on hers, hot and hard. A low moan tore from Evie’s throat at the pleasure of feeling him against her. She knew she should protest, push him away or something, but her hands simply grabbed onto his shirt, needing something to anchor her as he took her under, into a sea of sensation. 

Evie gasped again when he pulled her closer so she felt the steel hard spike of his erection again her stomach. It seemed to burn her through their clothes, and made her ache for more. He took advantage when her lips parted and pushed his tongue deep, stroking and tasting. Not to be outdone, she gave up fighting and met his desire with her own. She took the kiss deeper, tilting her head to the side, fitting them together like two pieces of a puzzle. 

She lost herself in the kiss, taking and giving in equal measure. His other hand delved into her hair, tugging her head back and the small sting made her shiver. Time seemed to stop while they were locked together. Her hands slid under his shirt of their own volition. Feeling the hard contours of the muscles on his back made her knees go weak and another moan of pleasure broke free. She wanted to touch all of him, to stroke her hands over his hard body until he was as mad for her as she was for him. 

This was passion. 

This was wild, lust-driven need. 

This was...insane. 

Gasping, she pulled back. Sweet Jesus, what was she doing? Here she was, making out with Dare out in the open where anyone could see, and she didn’t even like the man...did she? 

Dare’s grip on her tightened, holding her firmly in place when she tried to move away from him. “Hey, princess? You think you can tell your boys to stand down?” 


Evie blinked in confusion. God, his kiss had practically fried her brain. Shaking herself to focus, she quickly realized that all four of her dogs were issuing low, menacing growls. Looking down she saw they were all fixated on Dare, waiting for her command to attack. 

“No, babies. It’s okay. Dare is a...friend.” 

“You wanna try to say that a little more convincing? I’d like to keep all my body parts where they are,” he said wryly. 

She repeated her words, resting her head on his shoulder and smiled at the dogs so they would understand she wasn’t being hurt. Three of the dogs relaxed, their tails wagging as they sniffed at Dare’s shoes, but Gawain still seemed to eye him suspiciously. “Smile,” she ordered, keeping her voice soft and calm. 

Dare glanced down and tried to smile, although he was pretty sure it came out more like a grimace. A few seconds ago, he’d been damn close to dragging Evie down onto the grass with him. From the moment he’d touched her everything else had simply disappeared. She’s felt so right in his arms, and the taste of her was even better than he had imagined. Then he’d felt that itch on the back of his neck right before he’d heard the growls. 

It had been a mistake to kiss her like this, without planning or preparation, but he just couldn’t help himself. And now he’d had a taste of her he wanted more. So much more. It would have been better if he’d walked away before he’d touched her, because now he wasn’t going to be able to. 

He was a damned man now. 

Fate sealed.