I just thought I'd share some new teasers with you for The Emerald Triangle, my new standalone sexy priest book coming November 26.
Tuesday, November 1, 2016
Monday, October 17, 2016
Once again Natasha Snow has come through with an intriguing, sexy, and artsy cover for Book One in my priest saga!
There's Father Truman Burgess, coming all undone when he reunites with his high school flame, Simone Wharton, a murder suspect in the Emerald Triangle town of Cinnabar:
There is a magic about the forbidden
that makes it utterly desirable.
Father Truman Burgess: I broke my rules for her.
Brought together again after ten years when a suspicious death has gossiping tongues wagging all across town, I don't want to believe what they're saying about Simone Wharton. She was mine ten years ago and I crave her again now. My adulterous desire would topple me again from my throne. I've barely survived one scandal. Can the citizens of Cinnabar forgive another one?
Simone: Truman has matured into a fine, mysterious, devoted man. Unfortunately, he is eminently fuckable. The white collar he wears is a continuous reminder how out of my reach he is. I want to scream from the rooftops that he's my man! But does he only belong to God?
He broke his rules for me. It's the most delicious, sensual thing to ever happen to me.
Sunday, June 5, 2016
Phew! Jewel Graphics came through again with a stunning cover for A WILD WICKED WEEKEND, Bent Zealots #4.
It's stupendous! Attentive readers will note it's the same model I used on BARE BONES #1 and STAY VERTICAL #2. I absolutely adore Bruno. In A WILD WICKED WEEKEND he's playing Ogden Taliwood, Navajo half-breed, hot on the heels of a murderer. It gets extremely BDSM-y in this book, so look out!
When they do right, no one remembers.
When they do wrong, no one forgets.
HAVEN: At forty-five, I was a washed-up racecar driver, a Daddy Dom who had searched the world over for his power bottom, his submissive. Fuck, I was still a Prospect for the Bent Zealots MC. That’s how I came to be in the clubhouse while most of them were raising hell at a Vegas rally. Word came there was a stiff down on the Rez, and the Zealots were getting blamed for it. My mission included a clownish reject from a rival club name of Mike Drop, and a mysterious half-breed who would change my life forever.
OGDEN: I met Haven there in the desert, standing over the disemboweled corpse of a tourist. After I made a sleazy deal that would help solve the mystery and clear the Zealots’ name, that muscle daddy gave me a tongue-lashing of a lifetime. Have more self-respect, Haven said. As the bastard half-Navajo basketballer who had frittered away a scholarship, I was a bad penny. Haven, with his powerful mastery at training and molding me, gave shape to my form.
HAVEN: Ogden is my forever toy, a morsel for me to savor. He says you can’t see the future with tears in your eyes. If we make it through this hell together, we’ll see clearly. The club will know I’ve made my bones when I bring them the killer’s head on a platter.
Publisher’s Note: This book is not for the faint of heart. It contains scenes of graphic gay sex, May/December romance, illegal doings, consensual bondage and discipline, sadomasochism, and violence in general. It’s a full-length novel of 60,000 words rated 18+ due to possible triggers. There is no cheating or cliffhangers, and HEAs all around for all.
“Run! Hijo de puta, run!”
I had to blink and look twice. Not just because a shower of cocaine was raining down on me from above. My quarry, El Baño, had shot out a bunch of ceramic chollos stacked over my head. This turned out to be where they were hiding their coke, as I found out when I painfully tried to rub it out of my eyes.
“I mean it!” said the guy crouched down with me behind the crates of Mexican flowerpots. “If you run out that door, I’ll distract him.”
“Oh, wouldn’t you like that?” I sneered. I was in no position to sneer, really, but I had no idea who this guy was. I knew I’d come woefully unprepared for this shootout with members of the Presención cartel. Thinking I’d just be taking out El Baño, alone in a darkened warehouse at one in the morning, it had suddenly turned into the grand opening of a new Disneyland exhibit, complete with fireworks and exciting, heart-pounding rides.
I’d only brought my Springfield .45 semiautomatic with me. I could have easily strapped on my assault rifle, but I’d left it behind in my Harley’s custom saddlebags. I thought I’d go in, pick off El Baño from sixty, maybe eighty yards. Instead, I must’ve walked into the middle of a major deal. Guys were popping up right and left. Like a whack-a-mole game, whenever I hit one guy, two more would spring up in his place.
Already I was shot in the arm. Bullets cracked overhead, zinging by me, thumping when they hit a column behind me, or embedding in the eighteen-wheeler parked there. I’d tried to use a dead beaner as a breastwork, but that guy was soon so riddled with holes it was like hiding behind a sieve. That’s how I wound up behind these pottery crates with this other guy who also seemed to be aiming at El Baño, so named because he’d once left eight guys for dead stacked up like firewood inside a porta-potty.
SHELTER FROM THE STORM is live on Amazon (and free on Kindle Unlimited)! The good reviews are rolling in. Scott King was the perfect choice to portray the ginger Fox Isherwood--we had to redden his hair a bit for the cover. I went crazy, as you can see, with PhotoFunia.
Thursday, March 10, 2016
Even as a seasoned nurse, I was horrified by what I saw at his house.
By the age of thirty, Levon Rockell had amassed a small fortune preying on the innocence of others.
At first, I loathed him.
I’ll tell you why.
He was a Lost Boy, one of those pitiful, heartbreaking teenagers ruthlessly dumped on the side of the road by those Cornucopia wingdings. As a Lost Boy with absolutely no idea of the outside world, he’d fallen on hard times. These Cornucopia parents, at the slightest mention from their whacked Prophet that maybe their boy had been seen wearing a short-sleeved shirt or watching a horror movie, raced to fling these misbegotten boys into their cars. With the assistance of the nearby Avalanche police, these miserable boys, children really, were driven into the desert and literally dumped by the side of the road without so much as a by-your-leave.
Allred Chiles, their demented “Prophet” of the past thirty years, would dismiss them, basically sending them to their deaths, with such heartwarming platitudes as, “I bid thee farewell.” That’s what he said to a sixteen-year-old Levon fifteen years ago when he’d dared to date the daughter of some muckety-muck. “The greatest freedom is obedience. Now you’re an outcast, an apostate, among the damned. An apostate is the darkest person on earth. You are led by your master, Lucifer.”
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
A LEAP IN THE DARK, Book Two of THE ASSASSINS OF YOUTH MC series, will hit the shelves March 7th!
Kiss slowly. Play hard.
Oaklyn: That arrogant, loathsome bastard, leader of the Lost Boys, had the nerve to move to Avalanche. Levon left behind his empire of sleaze to invade the tiny, sleepy town I’d decided to call home. I wanted to get away from smut and abuse and into a fresh, innocent place where nobody knew my name, only to be followed right into my very house by the King of Corruption himself.
I could handle it if he was physically gruesome. But he struts around with his muscles bulging and his cornflower blue eyes sparkling. I’m a nurse, a practical, sensible gal. But when Levon needs my help, I put away my pride and come running. And he’s going to need a lot of help to go up against the dirtbag Avalanche mayor, blackmailing Levon with his shameful past.
Levon: She’s proud, conceited, and holier-than-thou—everything I hate in a woman. But maybe it’s been too long since I had one, because when she steps up to the plate to help me, I’m doomed. I had to knock her down a few pegs once she knew I wanted her. Joining the Assassins of Youth motorcycle club and giving Oaklyn a few sessions over my knee just seemed to increase her yearning, though.
She’s a sizzling hot tornado of a woman. I need her to fight back against the fucking corrupt politicians in this town we’re trying to transform. I might have come from a sordid, disgraceful background with my group of Lost Boys. But I’m determined to move into the light and the purity that will make this town great.
Publisher’s Note: This is a full-length, standalone novel with a HEA and no cliffhanger. Possible triggers include male prostitution, mild consensual BDSM, sexual abuse, and crooked municipal blackmail.