She's out, folks! Killer Appeal is now available for download at Decadent Publishing, as well as most online retailers.
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After a very long intermission from my blog, I have news to share about a new release...
Killer Appeal, my 1920's suspense, will release on Dec. 9 from Decadent Publishing!
KA will be available at the publisher's website as well as most online retailers.
What is Killer Appeal, you ask? Here's a little taste of what you don't want to miss...
With two fiancés murdered a week before her weddings, what man would dare love her?
Sinful love is in the air, yet Liv Erichsen is beyond its reach. With two fiancés murdered a week before her weddings, what man would dare love her? In walks Mason Davidson, a handsome devil and a rogue to a lady’s honor. Liv knows she should avoid him, and yet, his bold touch sets her afire.
Mason came to Valhalla Estate for one reason and one reason only—to catch a killer. But he’s never met a woman quite like Liv before. She’s spirited, intelligent, and drives him crazy with lust, even though her curse could be hazardous to his health. Now he wants Liv for himself. And he’s willing to risk everything, including his life, to get what he wants.
He stumbled back, stunned she had caught him off guard.
“Didn’t your mother warn you not to manhandle a woman?”
Though he wanted to push her ire further, Mason stood a safe distance away. “If she did, I regret my loss of memory.”
“You’re lucky. I’ve got a decent punch, too. I’m Liv. Olen Erichsen’s daughter.”
Mason stared at her in utter shock. Of all the ridiculous things he could have done, making a pass at Miss Erichsen topped the list. With the utmost caution, he returned to his chair and sat back down. He did not want her hitting him again, though he had to admit she packed an impressive blow. His cheek still ached and no doubt displayed her palm print.
“My apologies. I didn’t know—”
“Of course you didn’t know.” She lifted her hand, still holding the cigarette, and took another long drag. The haughty look she gave him made him even more nervous. “Snuggle-pups never bother to take the time to really know girls, do they?”
What answer could he give to that? And what in God’s name was a…snuggle-pup? Judging by the extreme turn of events, the term was not a compliment.
Miss Erichsen walked over to the hutch and snubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray. He watched her suspiciously, imagining the vixen withdrawing some barbaric weapon hidden beneath the wooden structure. When she removed a decanter and tumbler from the cupboard beneath, he sighed, sinking back against the chair’s high back. His sharp gaze never left her face.
“I won’t apologize for hitting you, as you most certainly deserved it. A man should never play rough with a woman. However, I’ll still give you some hooch. You look like you need it.”
Miss Erichsen filled the glass with what looked like a sip of heaven to a man burning in prohibition hell. He wondered how the man of the house managed to get liquor so far from civilization, especially in these repressed times.
She sauntered over to hand him the drink. Mason had to force himself not to provoke her anger further, for her defiance brought out the rake in him. What he really wanted was to press her against the wall and ravish her with a kiss…make her nipples harden. Show her that playing rough had its rewards.
He took the drink and sniffed. The familiar, rich scent of good giggle juice wafted up. He downed the contents, grateful for the tasty distraction, but kept a keen eye on the dangerous beauty.
Nothing in the world turned him on more than a powerful woman who spoke her mind and stood her ground. In addition, her drop-dead gorgeous looks deepened his desire tenfold.
“I suggest you get cleaned up before dinner. You look like a wet tramp.”
With one last lingering glance, she exited the room, leaving Mason wearing an amused grin as he enjoyed an eyeful of her delicious ass.
Intrigued? Buy the ebook Dec. 9!
Until next time folks!
It's here, folks! Ride the rails with sexy Tyrone and tough Eileen in my latest release, High-Speed Hunger!
Eileen Lavoie hasn’t had a moment’s peace in forever. As manager of Ragin’ Cajun Racing, being mother hen to testosterone and ego in coveralls is tough business. Not only did she break the rules and date her lead driver, she’s got a hankering for the new guy…and he’s one sexy Jamaican treat.
Raised on the track, Tyrone Ellis wants the chance to make a name for himself, and he wants the boss’s daughter in every way possible. One night of unforgettable passion sets the wheels in motion, but will jealousy and competition lead to an unfortunate end?
He closed the distance and removed the bandage with gentle fingers, while she breathed in the intoxicating scent of vanilla-spice and pure man. Everything about him set her body afire. How embarrassing. The boss should be calm and in control, not wet between her legs and fumbling for words.
“No need to be shy, sweet Eileen. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“That’s not what I’m afraid of.” Shit. Why did she have to say that?
Dancing around the subject seemed like the smart thing to do. “So, are you excited about your test drive tomorrow?”
He chuckled—a deep, sensual sound that seemed to flow like silk from his delicious mouth. When his breath tickled her injured ear, she closed her eyes. The subtle heat eased the sting.
“More nervous than anything.”
His body tensed. “I watched my father die in a car crash back home.”
She sucked in a sharp breath and opened her eyes. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. You didn’t know.”
“Was he a racer?”
He smiled broad and proud. “One of the best. Well, the bleeding has stopped.”
“What?” She stared up at him, confused by his last words.
“Your ear. It stopped bleeding,” he said with a crooked smile. “You have a little tear, but you’ll be happy to know you won’t be a one-earring wearing woman.”
“That’s…good.” That’s good? Ugh. I’m such an idiot. A few inches in separation from this big, sexy man left her brainless.
He cupped her shoulder. She glanced at his hand. It was large enough to do harm if he wanted, yet smooth enough to create heaven as well. Jesus. I’m acting like a nervous teenager. “I…um…why did you come down here?”
Ty’s smile was delicious. “I heard the music and had to investigate. I’m glad I did. You put on a great show.”
“When did you leave the tavern?”
“After you. I’m not much of a partier.”
She stared down at his boots, unable to look him in the eyes. Knowing he wasn’t a partier pleased her, considering she always had to babysit Pop and Bobby.
His hand appeared in her line of vision. “Dance with me?”
“An Old Fashioned Love Song” played in the background. “To this?” She giggled, thinking he must be joking. “It’s not a slow song.”
“Why not? I’ll dance with you any day or night, even to this shitty song, sweet Eileen.” His playful smile made her ache to kiss him hard.
The way he said her name with that sexy accent made her skin tingle, too. “Okay.” An instant connection washed through her the moment their hands connected. He reached round and pulled her body close, like he had every right to. Without thought, she drifted into his embrace. Pressing her cheek to his chest felt so natural. Following his smooth guidance, she closed her eyes and exhaled.
It didn’t matter the song wasn’t a slow one. He had a way about him she couldn’t ignore. Everything he did was mesmerizing, calming, and maybe a little protective, too.
All negative thoughts of Bobby faded away, and just the two of them were there, in the garage, holding each other. After a while, she glanced up and smiled. “I can’t remember when I danced last. He never—”
“Shhh…leave him out of this,” Ty whispered. This time, when he leaned in to kiss her, she didn’t shy away. His lips brushed hers, and an instant, needy ache pooled between her thighs. Eileen moaned and allowed herself to be enveloped in his undeniable passion. Never before had a man made her feel so hot from a single kiss.
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