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Sunday, October 12, 2014
RELEASE DAY!! SMOLDER is NOW AVAILABLE! (Please share! Kindle Fire Rafflecopter, Links & Teaser in post!)
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He saved her from drowning.
She turned his life upside down.
Neither would ever be the same again.
But sometimes love is messy, messy, messy.
SMOLDER, a Crush Series companion novel
“Cami seems really nice. I can see why you hold her in such high regard.”
“She’s the best.” I watched as she meandered on toward the hallway, peeking into some of the other rooms. Following closely after her, I enjoyed knowing that she was moving closer to my bedroom.
“Your room?” she asked, pausing in the doorway and I nodded.
“Yeah, it’s bigger than the others and I was able to make a doorway so one of the bathrooms became an en suite.”
“It looks very . . . inviting,” she said, softly, glancing at me.
“It is. You should try the bed.”
Arching an eyebrow, she looked a bit surprised.
“No seriously. Go sit on the bed. Give it a little bounce.”
She continued to eye me, but eventually moved forward, slowly sinking to the edge of the bed. The springs protested wildly and she laughed. “You seriously sleep on this thing?” She bounced again and again, making the bed squeak repeatedly.
“I do. I actually requested to keep it. It’s original to the house.”
She was still bouncing on it. “How can you get any rest at all? It’s so loud.”
Smiling, I shrugged. “I’ve gotten used to it. Though Cami and Dylan seem convinced they’ll be able to tell if I ever entertain anyone of the female variety.” I stared at her pointedly. It took a second, but as soon as she caught my meaning, she instantly stilled.
“Oh, because they’d hear you . . . uh . . . .”
“Going at it?” I supplied with a grin and she blushed heavily. “Maybe Cami thinks I’m up here getting lucky right now.”
Her mouth dropped open and her gaze lowered, landing somewhere in the vicinity of my zipper. She flushed, again, when she realized where she was staring and immediately stood. “I’m sorry. Is it hot in here all of a sudden?” I couldn’t help my continued grin as she pushed past me into the hallway. “Maybe we should go check on Cami.”
Stepping in beside her, I happily followed along. “You looked good on my bed, Doc,” I said, not caring if it was appropriate for me to say so or not.
Pausing, she turned to stare at me, and suddenly the hallway felt really small.
“You know you can’t say things like that to me, right?”
I stepped closer and she moved back, leaning against the wall. “Yes, I’m aware of that.” I stared down at her lips. They were so close. It would be so easy to capture them…
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Sunday, October 5, 2014
ONE WEEK until SMOLDER releases!!!!!!! WOOOHOOOO! Who's excited??! This might be MY personal favorite of all the books I've written! <3 <3 <3 Here's a sneak peek! Feel free to share!
SMOLDER, a CRUSH series companion novel.
Genre: New Adult Contemporary
Release Date: Sunday, October 12, 2104
“Yep, I still got it,” Dylan said, groaning as he bit into his steak.
“Props, dude. I agree. You are the grill master.” Taking a bite, I savored the perfectly cooked rib-eye steak. It practically melted in my mouth.
“You didn’t have to wait for me,” Dylan said, cutting another piece.
I shrugged. “Someone had to keep an eye on the swimmers during lunch. Figured it might as well be me and I’d just eat when you were available.” I took another bite and groaned. “It was worth the wait.”
“You two sound like a porno with all that moaning and groaning going on,” Cami joked.
Arching a brow I stared at her. “Been watching a lot of those lately, have you?”
Blushing a deep shade of red, she slapped me, playfully. “No! You know I wouldn’t do that.”
“You probably don’t have time, since Dylan keeps you pretty occupied with living your own.” Dylan chuckled and stared lovingly at Cami
and her skin flushed even more, her eyes wide in disbelief at the topic of conversation.
“What?” I said, gesturing to her stomach. “It’s not like you can deny it. The proof is right there staring me in the face.”
“I ... it’s ...,” she stuttered. “It’s not porn.” Picking up her plastic cup, she glanced away and took a swallow.
“It’s better than porn,” Dylan whispered loudly and Cami choked, spraying Kool-aid across the table and splattering me.
Stunned, I glanced down and started laughing. “Okay. I guess I deserved that. Thank goodness I’m not wearing a shirt.”
“Yeah.” Dylan elbowed Cami and nodded at me. “You know he only volunteered for lifeguard duty so he’d have an excuse to go shirtless in front of all these women, today.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. I’m on duty and I’m the best swimmer in the department—you know that.”
“Hmm,” Dylan replied with a grunt, continuing to eat.
“Well, all that working out he’s been doing with you has paid off in a big way.” Cami smiled. “I’m sure I’m not the only woman who’s noticed all those rippling abs.”
“Hey now,” Dylan chastised. “I’m going to get jealous if you keep talking about Russ like that.”
“Don’t worry. You’re still my favorite.” She grinned at him as he leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips.
“Can’t fault the girl for noticing perfection, dude,” I added, and Cami laughed.
Dylan glanced at me. “I know. That’s why she’s always staring at me.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Always so humble.”
“Just like my best friend, huh?” He laughed and held his fist out and I bumped it. “Us ugly guys have got to stick together to be ego boosts for each other.”
“Whatever,” Cami said, dragging the word out. “Neither of you are even remotely close to ugly, and you know it.”
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Of Witches and Warlock series
Book 1: The Trouble with Spells
Book 2: The Demon Kiss
Book 3: Blood of the White Witch
Book 4: The Dark Rising
Book 5: Possession of Souls
Bonus book: Book of Shadows: Fire & Ice
Sneak Peak: Of Witches and Demons: Coven (Releasing Feb. 8, 2015)
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I changed my clothes and climbed into bed, pulling the comforter up to my chin. I closed my eyes but couldn’t fall asleep. Too many things raced madly through my mind as I replayed my entire life, looking for discrepancies in my personal history.
Of course, my mind kept flitting to the things I’d learned about Vance tonight too. Suddenly, a whole lot of things about him were beginning to make more sense, and I couldn’t help but wonder what all the kids at school would think if they actually knew the truth about him—not that they would ever find out.
Oh, my head hurt. I reached to rub my temples wondering if anything would ever feel normal again. I’d been lying there for several long minutes, contemplating the possible advantage of rummaging through Grandma’s medicine cabinet for something to help my impending migraine, when I heard a sound at the window. I jumped and looked in that direction, but didn’t see anything unusual. I sighed, thinking my overactive imagination must be getting the better of me, so I closed my eyes.
No, there it was again. There was definitely something tapping on the window. I got out of bed and stood there for a minute. I took a deep breath, sucking in some bravery, and pulled the curtain back quickly. I saw nothing but the hedge. I sighed, rolling my eyes at my self-induced paranoia. Quietly, I eased the window open, thinking perhaps a branch or something from the bush might be hitting the pane. I leaned through to look for the offender.
A large hand clamped over my mouth. I opened it to scream, but the voice that cut through the still night stopped me.
“Don’t be scared. It’s just me,” Vance whispered into the air and removed his hand.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I asked, more than a bit irritated, my breath coming in quick little gasps. I placed a hand on my heart—which was pounding erratically—in a futile attempt to calm it.
“Not really.” He laughed quietly, his gaze skimming my scantily clad form in the moonlight. “Though I can understand how you may have come to that conclusion.”
“What’re you doing here, Vance?” I asked impatiently, even though my skin still thrummed where his hands had touched me.
“I came to see if you’d like to go for a ride,” he replied, as if it were obvious.
I looked at him, considering the new information I’d learned about him but only pondering his request for about half a second. If there was one thing I was absolutely certain of tonight, it was that I wanted to spend more time with Vance. I was completely intrigued by him.
“Yes, I would. But I need to get some pants on real quick.” I glanced down at my attire, biting my lip.
“That might be beneficial,” he said with another sultry look, followed by an appreciative smile. “I’ll wait here.” He turned to lean against the wall, folding his arms.
Hurrying to where I’d left my clothes lying carelessly on the floor earlier, I pulled my jeans on over the boxers, buttoning them while slipping my feet into my shoes. I wondered if the incessant pounding in my heart would ever go away, but I didn’t delude myself that it was due to the shock I’d just had. He was the one causing this reaction in me. I smiled before I headed back to the window.
I swung my legs up onto the sill, and Vance helped me slide to the ground. He grabbed my hand, and I felt that current shoot through me once again. I wondered if he could feel it too or if my imagination was running overtime. He led me down the street, past a couple of houses, to where he had parked his bike on the corner.
I shivered a little and rubbed my sleeveless arms.
“Maybe I should’ve grabbed a sweater,” I chattered, realizing in my hurry to join him I’d forgotten the cooler weather.
Vance immediately took off his leather jacket and placed it onto my bare shoulders.
“Thanks, but what about you?” I slipped my arms into the soft worn leather, noticing the scent of his aftershave, which clung to it.
“I’ll be fine.” He smiled, and gave me a wink. “If I get cold, you can keep me warm.”
I blushed, unable to speak as I wondered what he expected me to do, exactly.
“I’m only kidding, Portia.” He chuckled as he mounted the motorcycle and handed me his helmet.
“You remember the drill?”
I nodded and placed it on my head. Once again, he had to help me with the strap, but soon I was on the seat behind him, ready to go.
Vance jump-started the engine, and it roared to life. I brazenly wrapped my arms all the way around him, laying my bulky helmeted head against his back as he took off. We raced through the night air to the stop sign on the main highway. Vance turned right, and we proceeded up the road toward Oak Creek Canyon.
We’d traveled a few miles when Vance slowed down and made a left turn onto a dirt lane. We crossed a small bridge that spanned the creek and drove along the steep, narrow road along the canyon wall. We only went a short way before the road ended. Vance parked the bike behind a stand of trees and helped me off, removing my helmet and placing it on the motorcycle seat.
“Where are we going?” I whispered.
“I’m taking you to a little place I like to go when I need to be alone.”
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