Oh yeah…I also do a bit of writing myself. It stems from a lifelong love of reading, from the day I finished my first book, “Ann Likes Red,” at the age of 3. I penned my first full-length “novel,” an 80-page story about a time-traveling family, for a 5th-grade school project. From there, you could say I was hooked. In middle school, I moved to the hardcore stuff: the paragraph-at-a-time “swap-stories” with all my besties. (C’mon…don’t lie…you remember those too!) Needless to say, the stories featured lots of French kissing, mindless groping and angsty drama – but I knew I’d found a niche when I was invited to participate in several more swap-stories on campus.
Some years, various entertainment writing gigs and a half-dozen historical romances later, I discovered the world of erotica – and home. (Not to mention a great place for all that angst I never gave up.) I love this genre – change that to love this genre – and hope my stories speak to your heart as well as your blood pressure, as well as your courage to explore new things and express your truth in beautiful new ways.
And where do I do all this? Well, if you ask my hubz, he’d likely say “on another planet,” especially if I’m in story-brewing mode! The rest of the time, I live in Southern California with him and our gorgeous child, where I’m abnormally interested in travel, coffee, wine, shoes, super heroes, fetish wear, ridiculous pop culture trends – but most of all, hearing from fellow readers and erotica lovers like you!
Remember: play safe, love completely and never, ever be ashamed to live your truth.
Saved By His Submissive
Available Now!
Coming in July 2013:
Handcuffed By Her
Hero
Thanks so much for the chance to
talk about my books! My newest, Saved By His Submissive, has been a real labor
of love!
Here’s the blurb:
Here’s the blurb:
It’s a plan that works—until one night, deep in the jungles of Thailand, Garrett’s world is upended when memories become stunning reality. The unit is called to rescue a group of kidnapped aid workers, only the head count on the retrieval is unexpectedly doubled. Sage and her teammates, believed dead, are very much alive. Only now that Sage is back in his arms, Garrett doesn’t know what to do. He has changed in dramatic and daunting ways, especially in the darker tastes of his passion. If he touches Sage again, he’ll want to claim her, restrain her…dominate her.
Is Sage’s love strong enough to let Garrett back in not only as her fiancé, but her Dominant? Can she trust that visiting the new shadows of his life will lead her to ecstasy and not ruin? Or can it be that Garrett’s discipline is exactly what her own soul needs to find its way back to life—and love—once again?
And now you say you’d like a excerpt?
Sure thing!
It was official. Garrett now wanted to put his fist into Archer’s perfect face more than the plane’s wall. He could practically feel Shrink Sally popping up on his shoulder, pen tapping her chin, gently discussing crap like misplaced aggression and sideways control issues. He gave the doc a hard mental shove. After her specter did a header into the box of snack pretzels, he refocused on Runway.
“You want to bring respect into this?” he snarled. “Good. Go ahead. Respect her—from as far the fuck away from her as you can get.” He unfurled his hand from the guy’s shirt. With less decorum, he jerked open the bathroom’s door. “After you’re done fixing your makeup in there, plant your ass in my old seat. I’ll watch over Sergeant Weston from here on in.”
“Yes, sir.”
He ignored the little lip twitch Archer added to that, knowing it would take his ire to places it shouldn’t be. Not that it wasn’t there already. Not that deep inside, he didn’t admit that every note of the guy’s subtext hit the nail on its damn head. Not that he didn’t know he was using protectiveness as an excuse for every emotion he had and every asshole move he made—a pair of lists that seemed to be swelling by the hour.
Sage’s perturbed sigh broadcasted that fact to him as he claimed the seat next to her. But when he twined his hand into hers, she didn’t resist. He waited a minute. Tightened his hold. She shifted a little but didn’t pull away.
He turned and narrowed his eyes at her in curiosity. She kept her eyes fixed on the in-flight movie, her brows quirking at the action on the screen. “I had no idea Stallone could still run that fast.”
He snorted. “Some things haven’t changed.”
She leaned her head back. “I guess not.”
He looked down. “Hands,” he murmured. “Not elbows.”
The corners of her mouth quirked. He was talking about their hold on each other. Usually they twisted themselves together all the way to their elbows. It was a tiny detail she probably thought he’d forgotten.
“I remember.” He said it into her ear. “I remember everything, Sage.” He drew back a little before going on, “I also remember this usually meant I was deep in the doghouse.”
Her lips lifted a little higher. “You have a good memory, Sergeant Hawkins.”
Garrett glowered. “Fine. I was an ass to Archer. I’ll apologize.”
“I’ll give you that,” she countered. “You were a butthead to Ethan.” Her gaze didn’t waver from the small village getting blown up on the overhead screens. Garrett watched the orange and yellow colors reflected in her eyes, though he seriously wondered how many of those fireballs were due to the movie. “But that’s not why you’re in the doghouse, and you know it.”
He forced a deep breath in and back out. “Were you listening when Zeke talked to you, Sage? Didn’t he explain—”
“Yes,” she snapped, “he did. I got the whole Zeke Hayes special rundown, okay? You didn’t go through with it. Fine. I heard him, loud and clear.”
His gut twisted. “But you don’t believe him.”
“No, that’s not—Oh, God!” She huffed, sounding exasperated. “I believe him, Garrett. I do.”
He wondered why his intestines still felt like goddamn knots. “All right. So…what is it?”
She finally jerked her face at him. “What is it?” A snort burst out of her. “Are you honestly asking me that?” She looked nearly ready to punch him. Garrett wished she would have. He wished for anything other than the tears that pooled in her eyes instead. They didn’t just turn her gaze the color of Kryptonite. Her pain was that shitty stuff for him. “You went there in the first place, Garrett.” She pulled in a shaky sigh. “It was a crappy thing to do.”
He didn’t say anything for a long moment. In that silence, he lifted his free hand to thumb away her tears from her cheeks. After that, he gave her a quiet nod. “You’re right. And I’m sorry.” Before he continued, he nudged her face up so their stares were entwined again. “But I’m not sorry for why I did it. I meant what I said last night, Sage. I’m going to protect you, even if I have to protect you from me.”
She struggled to shake her head. Her face told him she didn’t understand, but he knew what filled the gaze he gave her in return. Knew it in every corner of his soul, every beat of his heart. He’d only have a few more moments to convey it to her, courtesy of the dress blues rules they were already shattering, but if he got ten violations slammed at him, it’d be worth it. For a year, he’d dreamed of this. For every dream orgasm he’d had with her, there were ten fantasies of this. Of having her near, holding her safe, flooding her with a stare full of his love…
He’d walk through a thousand more slimy jungles for this. He’d throw down his life for this.
If he lost her again, he’d want to be dead, anyway.
I’m now busy at work on the next
book in the W.I.L.D. Boys series: Handcuffed By Her Hero. Here’s a little intro:
Between a rock and a hard place.
To Sergeant Zeke Hayes, the expression has always been a non-factor. There's never been a situation he can't blast, punch, negotiate or smart-ass his way out of, which makes him the perfect fit for his Special Forces battalion--and a natural-born Dominant who's satisfied a lot of submissives from Mt. Rainier to Vancouver.
That all changes when Rayna Chestain enters his world.
A rock.
From the moment Z snatches Rayna from the lair of a South Asian slave trafficker, his inner grizzly roars to life with protective intensity. Huge problem. Z isn't wired to be a one-woman man. Growing up an orphan on the streets of Seattle has taught him that beyond a few hours in a dungeon, trust means disappointment and love leads to agony. But here he is, in the remote wilderness escape he'd promised not to share with anyone, harboring Rayna from a fiend who won't stop until her dead heart is in his grip. Zeke will stop at nothing to keep Rayna safe, even asking his SF brothers to join him in the fight to hold his fortress secure.
A hard place.
Sheltering Rayna? Z's never done anything more right in his life. But desiring her? Dreaming of her body beneath him, cuffed and bound for his domination? It's the most forbidden fruit he can crave. But like biting the world's most sinful apple, surrendering will mean giving up his soul...a soul he's not sure he has anymore. Rayna doesn't ease his conflict when she submits to his touch with breathtaking beauty, and wears his cuffs like she was born to be his. But can he be the hero she needs? The dominant she deserves?
A new beginning?
When fate intervenes with a terrifying twist, Zeke and Rayna are forced to face their truths without a grace period. Can Rayna leave the security of Z's cuffs, and become the woman who moves the mountain of his bitterness? Can Zeke unlock himself from the glacier of being simply her hero...and become her real-life man?
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