​A lounge singer, haunted by the past, Nina Grey pours her soul into her music and her trysts with women. But having a sexy roommate like Jordan, who looks at her like he can read her thoughts, makes her question her true desires. Would one night in his bed ease her turmoil, or complicate their friendship?

Jordan Martin views Nina like a glass of fine scotch, yet two things stand in his way. Nina claims that she doesn’t like men, and she doesn’t know a thing about his jaded life either. But when her past catches up with her, and secrets are exposed, Jordan is forced to show his true colors, or risk forever losing the only woman who stirs his soul . . .

​Everything about her turned him on. From her curvy ass to her smile that was warm enough to melt a frozen lake . . . especially with the little gap between her front teeth. If he didn’t concentrate, when her hazel eyes glinted under the lights, it could reach right into his jeans and stroke his cock to life. He even thought the hemorrhoid cream she put under her eyes every night was fucking cute. All those little things made Nina special to him.

Having these uncontrollable feelings around her confused him. He didn’t know what to say or how to act. He didn’t want to scare her away. Being a gentleman was one thing, but being himself was another. Deep down, he knew that if he couldn’t have her physically, he’d always stand in the shadows and admire her from afar, and be her friend—it was better than not having her in his life at all.

A wry smile curved his lips. Nina may think she only desired women, but Jordan sensed a lot more to it than that. She was hiding something, probably using her fun with other women as a front. He got that. Experimenting wasn’t a bad thing. But, still . . .

He’d tossed and turned again last night, listening to her less-than-convincing moans while her latest lover tried to bring her to orgasm—without victory. If she’d let him between her legs, she’d be squirting on his face like a disturbed can of beer.

The question lingered like a curse at the back of his mind; were her lovers the problem, or was Nina holding back? He’d be tempted to give up his freedom and go to jail just to know her secrets.

Nina turned her sweet face, and she looked at his arm, gnawing her lower lip between her teeth.
Rendered speechless, he stood frozen, captured by the curve of her full, peach-colored lips. His gaze wandered down to the twin melons beneath her V-neck shirt, and his mouth went dry. He wanted to cup them in his hands, hold the weight of each plump breast, and suck on her taut nipples. He’d nip them until she begged him to stop the exquisite torture--

“Missing something?” She held out his trusty bottle of Glenfiddich.

“Oh, right.” He snatched the bottle, averting his gaze from her chest, and proceeded to pour a healthy measure, at least three fingers. Fuck it, may as well be five.

Nina chuckled, raking her hazel-eyed gaze over him. “Planning on getting drunk, are we?”

“Might as well.” He turned away, concentrating solely on his drink.

Nina leaned forward, putting her face directly in his view over the counter. He didn’t want to look at her, but she didn’t give him a choice.

“What’s your problem?”

He smiled, knowing it didn’t reach his eyes. “Nothing, babe. Just a long day.” A long day of bullshit thoughts.
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Blissfully unaware of his reality, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek. The impression of her sweet lips burned his lonely flesh. He couldn’t help wondering how those luscious lips would feel directed elsewhere--

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What’s a ski instructor to do with a naughty little student?

Jeremy Thompson is at the top of his game and loving his job. Surrounded by towering mountains and awe-inspiring slopes, life couldn’t get any better for an adventurous bachelor. Trouble is he’s having a hard time focusing on what he’s paid to do, when he would rather bump his sexy student over the bunny hill.

Tiva Dushku is a walking wet dream and a hazard to his job. During a chilly afternoon practice, Tiva takes a spill into the bushes, and when Jeremy comes to her rescue, she leaves him no choice but to teach her a lesson . . .

​Jeremy found a set of tracks going off the trail into a pine thicket, just below and to the right of the bunny hill. It didn’t take much deductive power to conclude Tiva had ended up down there. He sidestepped into the bushes and pushed the pine branches out of the way. Tiva was lying on her back with the back of her hand placed dramatically over her brow.

“Oh, there you are,” she said in her thick accent, eyes wide, mascara smudged. “I’m dying.”

Dying for something all right.

Chuckling under his breath, Jeremy tapped the binding of his skis with his poles, stepped off, and knelt by her feet. One of her skis had been ripped off in the fall; the ski that was still attached had jack-knifed in the snow. He removed the ski and patted her leg, checking for signs of injury.

“Did you hurt your ankle?”

She sighed deeply, and Jeremy thought she could play the starring role in a badly acted porn film. “Yes. Oh, god. I feel faint.”

Tiva lay back and parted her legs, providing him a clear view of the cleft between her thighs. He swallowed, ignoring the urge to reach out and skim his fingers over the seam and make her squirm. The woman was a danger to the male population.

He gritted his teeth and focused on her face. “Do you need help getting up?”

Her pretty blue eyes gazed at him with that hungry look he’d come to know well this past week. Nearly every time he looked at her, she was staring back at him with clear lust in her eyes. As far as he was concerned, she probably wanted his cock more than she wanted to learn to ski.

Tiva bit her bottom lip and smiled. That’s when he realized her little accident wasn’t really an accident at all. He should’ve known a sultry creature like her would set him up.

Naughty girl.

“Come here,” she murmured. “I want you to kiss me.”

Although Jeremy felt an instant tug on his inner strings, her request put him in an awkward position. Edward was paying him to teach her to ski, not to fuck around. If he was caught, he had no doubt in his mind he would be fired. High Peaks did not permit sexual activity between instructor and student.

He decided to do the right thing. “I’m flattered, Miss Dushku, really, but I don’t think—”

She pouted and batted her lashes. “Don’t you want me, Mr. Thompson?”

You have no fucking idea. “I could lose—”
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Tiva pushed up so quickly he didn’t have a chance to react before she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down and on top of her. He sucked in a surprised breath just as her lips brushed against his, exploring, tasting, but it was her lusty moan that did him in. He was a man, and real men with wood to strike a match on couldn’t walk away from that much temptation.

The Trouble with Tiva is available for Pre-Order, and releases May 14!
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​Connie craves more than ordinary love behind closed doors, under the sheets, and with the lights off. She wants to rekindle the passion she and her husband once had before life became complicated with bills and jobs and kids.

Welcome to Second Chances Resort . . . where your love life is reborn!

Jack thinks the resort is a complete joke and a waste of money. However, the nearby river offers avid anglers the best fishing around. If he can sneak away and drop a line while his wife talks about rose petals and edible panties, he may just survive the trip.

Will Connie toss out her best lure and hook Jack for good, or is a cold fish the only thing on the menu?

EXCERPT:

“Yeah, come on, baby, you know you want it. Take it.”

Jack bobbed his rod, trying to entice the trout following his line to take the bait. The little bastard followed the worm every time, but it held back from snatching up the lure.

A shift in wind swayed the cedar and pine trees along the bank, which reminded Jack why he loved the outdoors so much. Peaceful. Quiet. No nagging. No pleading. No whining. Just good old Mother Nature at her finest.

He stepped farther into the river, enjoying the cool water swirling around his ankles. When the fish refused to bite again, he reeled the line in and cast farther downriver.

“Oh, Jack . . .”

He tensed.

“Jack . . .”

He swore under his breath and started reeling the line back in. As he turned around to face his wife, he said, “Connie, I told you before, don’t sneak up--Jesus Christ! What the hell?”

Less than ten feet away stood Connie, totally naked except for wearing his camouflage hat. The little ensemble she wore earlier lay pooled at her feet. Completely taken aback, Jack nearly dropped his fishing rod, just as the line tightened.

Shit. “Fish on! Of all the bloody, fuckin’ times . . . Connie, what are you doing? Somebody might see you!”

“Isn’t it wonderful?” she said in a sultry tone that slithered along his nerves like a smooth gulp of Scotch.

Jack’s jaw dropped as his wife wandered over the rocky shoreline toward the water. Her body was a sculpture of naked perfection. God, she looked incredible. He was about to say something . . . to yell at her for being so reckless . . . but the fish kept yanking the line back, making Jack fight between staring at Connie and bringing the fish to shore.

“You know, I’ve always loved the water,” she said, now standing with the water lapping just below her luscious ass cheeks.

“Fuck!” Jack grumbled, yanking the line harder and harder as he stared at his wife touching herself. He looked down and suddenly realized the large trout was already flapping on shore.

“The water is a little chilly,” she added.

What’s going on? Connie had never acted so brazen before.

Jack shook his head and looked over at her again. She had turned around and stood facing him now. His mouth watered, and his balls tightened at the sight of her. She must’ve gone under, for her hair was wet and hanging around her face, down her chest. Her nipples stood erect, mesmerizing him like a strobe light. Beads of water dribbled down her pale flesh to her navel, like millions of tiny tongues lapping at her creamy flesh, right down to her trimmed patch of honey-colored curls. Jesus Christ. . .

LIVE BAIT will be available at all online outlets on April 30th!

With the uncertainty of what day of the week it is during this pandemic insanity, I absolutely have way too much time on my hands, and I’m using it to focus on my writing. I’ve never been a writer that has had a schedule, nor have I forced myself to write a certain word count per day. I've also always had regular day jobs. I write when I want and what I want, and I probably always will. With that said, why wouldn’t I use this time to drink wine and write about love and sex?

So…I do have good news for this upcoming year. I have sold 7 old stories that I’ve rewritten to Luminosity Publishing, whom I absolutely adore working with. These sexy mini books will release individually over the next few months in eBook form, and then a print collection shortly after.

And that isn’t all…

The western novella that I’ve been reworking is nearly done, and I’m also half way through a full novel! So stay tuned for more tales of love and lust.

Until next time…


Shady ;-)
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​Ordered to collect payment from a connection, Chase Carter ends up rescuing his boss’ adopted daughter instead. When she awakens in his car in a mad dash across town, she doesn’t want to go home. She wants to go with him to be safe, at his secluded cottage, where nobody would dare touch her . . .

Sam has been in love with Chase since she could remember. He’s hot as fire, tough as nails, and The Big Guy’s best enforcer. One night alone with him lights a spark she cannot deny, so she gives him a night he’ll never forget. But somebody else has a different idea, and what he has in mind could shred their new passion to pieces.

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​Follow her heart, or make her family proud . . . ?

Avia Rockwell—heiress to Melina’s Vineyard—must find a suitable husband. But one forbidden kiss from Cade Kildare, a childhood friend and rakehell foreman, makes all of her promises fall to pieces. When her father insists on a match with a respectable gentleman caller, Avia is forced to follow duty over her heart.

She is far beyond his reach, yet Cade cannot help himself from tormenting Avia at every turn. She’s willful and wild, and everything he desires in a woman. No man will ever be good enough, and as Cade uncovers secrets that could rip her world apart, he will do anything—even give up his life—to save hers.

From Northern California’s wine country to the earthquake that shattered San Francisco, two lovers battle each other and the evil forces bent on tearing them apart.
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READER ADVISORY: This book contains scenes of argumentative behavior between a stubborn hero and fiery heroine, hot sex, wicked adventure, and a little twist.

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​Is that a gun in his pocket or…?

Jamie Fields can hardly refuse a free vacation. Jobless and broke, the struggling single gal is in need of serious stress relief. Sure, the set up is suspicious—no one gives away a trip to exotic Cuba—complete with 50,000 dollars cash—just for delivering a package. But once Jamie’s enjoying sunny beach days and exhilarating tropical nights, she’s too happy to care. Especially when she finds herself hotly pursued by a sexy stranger…

The McCoy empire is under siege, and Sam Hayes has been tapped to take care of the culprit. Sam knows better than to get involved with his target, but there’s something about Jamie that keeps him from simply finishing the job and moving on. Maybe the hard-bodied hitman just can’t wrap his mind around the fact that the first woman to set his soul on fire is a common criminal. The only thing Sam can do is keep her close. An easy enough task—if Sam doesn’t do something stupid. Like fall in love with the bombshell he was sent to kill…. ​