Another day, another book releases! Take a look at my time travel erotica, Romancing a Stranger...
She’s unbreakable…until he kisses her.
Either Milli Bishop is drunk out of her mind, or she seriously just woke up one-hundred years in the past. One minute she’s gazing at an amethyst ball; the next she's fainting in the arms of a stranger…who claims to be her husband. Can she find her way back to the future, or will the taste of a real gentleman be too irresistible to escape?
He’s lonely…until the missus wakes up.
Warden Blackwood is confused by the sudden change in his estranged wife and believes she’s cut a path out of her head. Once frigid and indifferent, she’s suddenly arousing him with her scandalous seduction and shocking language. Should he continue his pursuit of a mistress amidst his loveless marriage, or learn to tame his wayward wife?
Read sample chapter HERE
Now back to the editing cave! :-)
Available now at Torrid Books!
Sometimes digging for the truth unleashes deadly consequences.
In the remote Alberta wilderness, a madman wanders Cold Lake. His victims are happy to share his company…until they suffer by his blade. Journalist Carmen James and her cameraman are there to cover the story, but as darkness falls they must fight to stay alive.
John Malloy lives a simple life in his cabin in the woods, until he stumbles upon a half-naked woman hiding in his woodshed. She's bloodied, bruised and terrified, compelling him to aide her. As Carmen mends under his care, unexpected passion flares between them. But The Cold Lake Butcher has set his sights on their refuge.
Can love overcome the twisted mind of a killer?
Read Chapter One HERE!
Available now at Torrid Books!
LONG KISS GOODNIGHT
Come away with Shady Grace to find pleasure and passion, humor and action, with seven naughty bedtime stories you won’t soon forget. From a torrid encounter in the wilderness, to using a mechanic’s tools for pleasure, and luscious second chances, Long Kiss Goodnight may just set your body—or your bed sheets—on fire.
Excerpt from LIVE BAIT:
Connie squirmed. Her panties were soaked and her heart pounded. If the bastard sitting next to her kept going on in vivid detail about orgies and key parties, she might come then and there, right on that damn plastic chair.
She glanced around the counseling room, her face aflame. Wide eyes and animated grins filled her vision. Yes, they had all come to this resort to work out their marriage issues, but did they really need to hear the explicit details of other people banging?
A group of about thirty people sat in the counseling room, situated in the main lodge of Second Chances Resort. Gathered in a half-circle around the resort counselor, the couples were trying to recapture or mend the passion in their relationships. Many of the couples seemed to believe a weeklong stay at the resort, located on a private bay along the shores of Lake Michigan was the answer.
After reading about the resort in a pamphlet given to her by a co-worker, Connie had begged Jack to go, even threatened to leave him if he didn’t. In the end, all it took to convince him was to read the one paragraph in the brochure stating the resort had the best trout fishing in Michigan.
Apparently, catching a fish was more important to him than making her squirt.
She and Jack and the other participants had spent four days talking about their issues and getting to know the other couples. In another three days the retreat would end. Something drastic needed to happen between now and then or the whole trip would turn into a horrible waste of money and time.
Connie glanced in Jack’s direction and glared at him. Jack, of course, didn’t even look her way.
Well, at least the scenery was beautiful.
The resort was situated on a rocky embankment by the lake. Every window in the counseling room offered a picturesque view of sprawling white pines and the dark blue waters beyond. The Second Chances package also offered complimentary guided or unguided adventures—kayaking, fishing, hiking, and horseback riding. Each chalet had its own hot tub and sauna, and the guests could visit the masseuse whenever they desired.
Connie desired sex. Hard, uninhibited, dirty sex with her husband. That’s it. Nothing challenging about that, except that Jack had become a prude with age. She’d be lucky to get laid above the covers once a month. But maybe it wasn’t completely his fault.
She looked down at her lap and frowned. Perhaps she was being too hard on him. Maybe she should be more insistent, more demanding—exactly the kind of nag she didn’t want to be.
“ Yeah, Isabelle likes to take two at the same time. I like to watch and stroke it.” The way the guy drawled the words made her skin tingle and her face burn.
Good lord. What’s with this guy?
Connie cleared her throat and focused forward. She noticed Isabelle’s downcast gaze and felt sorry for the poor woman. No wonder she didn’t sit beside her man.
But why did he have to sit next to me? She’d never been so turned on in her life, but she’d never admit that to anyone. Hearing him speak so casually about his sexual escapades made her body heat and pulse with expectation. Her mind raced with naughty images while Jack sat mutely on her other side, his face crimson. He hadn’t uttered a word since the couples were called for their session nearly an hour ago.
Unable to stop herself, she gazed down at her husband’s crotch, knowing what lay beneath the safety of his well-worn jeans. When she looked up to his face, his dark gray gaze penetrated hers, making her feel a little dirty. She wanted to drag him into a closet and get it on.