Sunday, April 30, 2017

April Book Fair

I am excited to be part of the April Book Fair. Today is the last day so check it out. There are so amazing books that are feature.

Friday, April 14, 2017

New Giveaways!

Because my PA Jaime is so kick butt, she's made a ton of swag for me. 

And I want to give it away!!

Next week, I will be giving away swag packs on Twitter.

If you don't follow me on Twitter, wait,,,you don't follow me on Twitter?

Here's the link to follow me there.

Here's to swag packs galore!!! I hope you win!! 

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Throwback Thursday: Lightning Sealed

Today's Throwback is Lightning Sealed. It is book 2 in the Lucent Series. You can find your copy HERE

Chapter 1

There was not very much fight in me anymore. I’d given up wrestling with the voices. Lately, it was better to come out to the gardens near Rebekah’s grave, lie down on the grass, and just let myself drown in them. Allow the gates to open. Feel myself tumble in the undercurrent, happy to drown. Happy to let go. There was a time when I could control them—allow Colby’s touch to make them still. That was until Torrent returned. Sanctum’s presence amplified it all. They weren’t just voices, as I’d convinced everyone around me. They were disembodied souls seeking the same thing I was—peace. These unrelenting souls wouldn’t let me sleep, wouldn’t let me eat. Even a glass of water seemed to contain the lives of thousands and I was swallowing them whole. I knew exactly what needed to be done. It was so simple and so damned difficult. The Fray was not their destiny. The Almighty never intended His children to float around aimlessly for eternity. But even the Almighty required help sometimes. And there I was, His hand, refusing to help. I knew the toll it was taking on me and Colby. I could see it in her eyes, the way they’d lost some of their sparkle, their luster for life. She watched me—a mild panic in her gasp when I disappeared from her line of sight. She’d taken to eating only when I ate, which was next to never. She hadn’t slept more than a few hours in weeks. Her cries when she did sleep were for me, for us. That was when I couldn’t stand to be near her—the time when she needed me most. She wrestled with the sheets as though they were me, or who I used to be. She should’ve given up on me a long time ago. And I should’ve let her. I was hurting her, but I didn’t know how to stop it. There was nothing more I wanted in life than for it all to stop. “If this is your idea of a battle plan, then we are verifiably screwed.” I shielded my eyes from the blaring sun and looked at the man, once the boy, who was once my brother. I guessed, technically, he was still my brother. He looked the same for the most part. His grooming habits had changed, which might have been the only improvement. He was the dingy one of the family. My mom always had to beg him to take a shower. My parents had called here and there to check on me, but I’d left out Torrent’s presence. They had enough to worry about without adding him to the mix. I was weaker with him around—more fragile. It pissed me off to no end. I would have to tell them eventually. I didn’t want to see any more of their pain. “I thought you were the almighty Sanctum, Warlord Supreme. You said I was just the weapon.” He canted his head at me and then plopped down beside me on the grass. I hated him. I needed him. We needed him. “Please. We are all the weapons. Plus, a few guns never hurt anyone.” His voice was shrouded in filth, like he talked to me through a sheet of mud. “If you’re looking to get guns from me, you’re not looking in the right place.” There were still some things I knew about my brother. A title doesn’t change the root of who someone is. When he turned his face away from me, he was rolling his eyes.“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” I joked, but didn’t recognize my own voice. “The great and powerful Eidolon wishes me to mind my manners. Sorry, brother. It’s in my veins not to mind my manners. It’s so easy to be—nasty.” My mind drifted to Collin. I knew he worried about us—about me. He was our column in a crumbling mansion. It was hard enough for Collin to handle Colby, now he had to handle Sanctum as well. “Do you have a plan or did you come out here to annoy me to death? Wait, is that your plan—annoy the Synod to death? That sounds like a decent plan, but in reality, Colby has already tried it. It just makes them extra pissy.” His silence buzzed in my ears. The voices quelled a bit in his presence, not silent like when Colby was around, but muted, like he’d thrown a wet blanket over them. I’d never tell him that. He might stay longer—or leave earlier. We were stuck between the devil and the witches in a battle that I thought no one would actually win. I’d known for a while. I’d strategized the efforts. No matter which path we took, someone was going to get hurt. And the guilt anchoring my soul pulled me further into the depths by the second. By not travelling to Paraiso, I was denying my privilege and duty. Denying a calling directly from the source. Those souls were stuck in the Fray. It was an ungraspable area between time and space, where hours didn’t tick by and the sun neither rose nor set. Everything was gray—floating and out of reach. They were imprisoned and I was the key. “I hear them too, you know. Of course, I want to drag them down to hell. It’s like an itch I can’t scratch—like having to wear one of those sweaters Gran used to make us for Christmas. But their cries—at least they would have some resolution, even if I dragged them to the pit. They’d surely shut the hell up.” I kicked his leg. I meant it to hurt him, but a good breeze could’ve done more damage. “Sounds like empathy—maybe pity?” He snorted. “Don’t forget, brother. I am not like you. I am evil to the core. You can twist my motives all you want, but there is no real good left in me.” The clouds concurred, rolling in with their grief and grayness. It was my turn to roll my eyes. “There was once some good in you.” “Once—maybe. Not anymore. It was eaten away. You were enlightened by your gifts. I was plagued by mine. It’s a give and take world, Theo. When something is given to you— sometimes it’s taken from someone else.”There were questions burning in me, and I thought there was no better time to ask. “When did you know? Why did you know so soon and it took me forever?” For a long time, he looked to the sky and ground his jaw back and forth. It made me think he was making up a lie or figuring out a way to smooth over the truth. “Because I sought it. I peeled away the layers and allowed the darkness to filter through. It was there all along. I just had to let it loose. Plus, I wasn’t clouded by love and Colby.” I corrected him. “Love and Colby aren’t separate. They are the same.” Torrent crinkled up his nose in what looked like disgust. He got up to leave, but I stopped him. If I could restore the Resin, there was a possibility I could revive goodness into the shell of a man standing next to me. “I don’t even know how to get them from the Fray—even if I wanted to.” “How do you flash?” His back was still turned to me. “Same as the rest of them. I picture the place I want to go and then go. But this is different—I think.” “The Fray is just another place, except it’s not tangible. And time doesn’t move there like it does here.” He chortled. “You’ve never been there, brother. How would you know?” “The stories.” He flicked a piece of grass at me. “Come on. You and I both know that stories are nothing more than gossip. Some of it is sanded and some of it is bloated. Either way, none of it is even close to the truth.” Torrent knew how to dismantle my bones from the inside out. All I had relied on were stories. But his words weren’t bloated at all. They needled my chest. I had no idea what the Fray was about because I’d never surrendered to the pull. I was still fighting an unwinnable battle. The tug to do what I was born to do wasn’t just a little pull anymore—it reached down into my chest and dragged me with it, demanding I heed the call. I had to know a little about what I was doing before I was lost myself—except there would be no hope of ever returning for me. “Have you told her yet?” As though her name, even the thought of her name, wasn’t enough to tether me here, I felt the Earth buckle beneath me, settling me in place. I never should’ve told her. Minute by minute I regretted going after her, seeking her out in Brazil, though she’d told me to stay far away. It was me this time that should’ve stayed away from her. She wasn’t like me. She could live without me. I couldn’t live without her safe. “I’ll take your silence as a no.” “You can take it as none of your business.” He chuckled. It wasn’t the laugh I remembered. This laugh was laced with venom. “Ahh, Theo, but you see, it is my business. Who do you think is going to watch over her in your absence? The Viking?” Under Colby’s influence, everyone involved gradually started calling Collin ‘The Viking.’ I thought he liked it more than he let on. The way I thought he liked Colby more than he let on. In fact, I was betting everything on it. “Collin can handle it. He was a Guardian once.” “Yeah, because guarding books is the same as guarding Colby. He’d lose her before he even knew he was supposed to watch over her.” “I guess you think I’m supposed to trust you with her?” He snorted. “The last thing I think you should do is trust anyone. Besides, she’s not a puppy you leave for boarding.” Trust—it was a word I couldn’t count on anymore. The only people I trusted were me and Colby. Scratch that, just Colby. There were blips of time where my thoughts were so tightly fused with those in the Fray that I was already lost. “Do us all a favor and don’t just disappear on her. No one wants to deal with that drama. I came for the fight, not for the antics or the drama,” he offered. “I’ve never needed you before and I don’t need you now.” He patted my shoulder before flashing away and said, “Yeah. Sure you don’t.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

What's up Wednesday

I just made that up.

What's up Wednesday. 

It totally dates me as does using the word totally.


I digress.

Here's what's up...

Mate Craze (Dragon Shifters) is going into edits this week!


Hip Whip is next on deck and I'm aiming to have it done by next month with an early June release. It will be first released via PayHip, so if you don't have an account with them, you may want to get one if you'd like it a week earlier than Amazon.


AnguiSH and HeartBreaker are due to the editors at Clean Teen Publishing for June 1 and I'm expecnting them to be re-released in January and February of next year. I'm so excited about this. 

What other releases are you waiting for from me?


Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Teaser Tuesday

This is another teaser from Mate Craze!!!

I hated texting and now that I’d heard back from her, in plain typed letters across a screen, I really hated it.
It wasn’t enough-not by a long shot. For the second time that morning, I took a shot and called her.
She shot me down.
Then called me back.
Just the sound of her voice made me want to go up all the three flights of stairs in one leap.
Her eyebrows jumped a little when I hit the top of the stairs. I thought maybe I’d scared her a little-and maybe a little more.
“Did you run?” She smart-mouthed me. I wasn’t sure which one I liked most, the sweet blushing Kallie or the smartass one. I liked the mouth on both of them.
“I like to be prompt when a lady calls. Sue me.”
Her hand moved up and she whispered her pointer finger around the rim of her adorably curved ear. “Suing you for being prompt would be the very definition of frivolous lawsuit. Trust me. You, um, you didn’t wear glasses yesterday.”
A clue-and one hell of a clue at that. These glasses, the ones I wore only when I had to, did something to her. As she spoke, the most controlled of shivers passed through her, causing a husky quality in her voice and a hoarseness in her throat.
Made me wonder if other things caused that same rasp.
“I only wear them when I’m working outside. Contacts get all kinds of crap in them.” It was a lie and I was grateful she wasn’t yet my mate-or didn’t know she was. I wore glasses because I read so much that even my dragon irises couldn’t help me.
“Oh, that makes sense. I like them.”
She didn’t like the glasses. She liked me in the glasses. My dragon did a victory roll inside. He’d been downright unruly since the day before, wanting to rip me open and drag Kallie to the nearest cave and hide here away from the rest of the world-the animal. 

Monday, April 10, 2017


Source of Picture:


I'm gonna talk a little today about fear. The other day we were visiting some friends and I said, 'I wonder how many decisions we make a day that are based on fear?' One of our friends turned to us and said, 'It would be easier to name the decisions we make that aren't based on fear.'

Contrary to the subject, this wasn't an in depth conversation. We were actually laughing about it. Yet, as we drove home, the topic stuck with me and I wondered if I could name even one decision that I'd made of late that wasn't based on fear of something.

I remember early in this career I spoke with one of those career coach people who asked me what was keeping me from publishing a certain book.

I was afraid people wouldn't like it.
I was afraid it was a genre my readers wouldn't read.
I was afraid of the backlash, the blowback of a decision to switch genres. 

That book was Burden.

And there is a great possibility that all of this is just me-that I am the only one who bases some or a great deal of her life on being scared.
But, I highly doubt it.

I'm not sure there's a way to get over the fear except to continually face it over and over again until facing the things that terrify you is as second nature as running from fear used to be. 

I'm still practicing. 

In fact, I had to face being scared of this post. 

Lila: 1, Fear: 43 million.

At least it's not zero. 

Are you?

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Swoon Sunday

Today's Swoon Sunday post is from Hearten (Bayou Bear Chronicles Book 2) This is the story of Martha and Rev. Here is a swoon moment from the book. Just a reminder that today is the Last day to get His Haunted Heart FREE. So grab your copy while you can.

I wanted to kiss her until she said my name.
“Come here.”
There was no time for please. She would be saying please soon enough. She stepped closer and I cursed that sweater for everything it wouldn’t let me touch, but praised it for the same reasons. I didn’t need any coercion.

“Can I kiss you, love?”

Her eyes widened as she nodded.

Creator, let me make this perfect for her—perfect for us.

Lowering my face at the same time I tipped her chin upward, I commanded her with a whisper. “Say you’re mine.”

Her throat worked like it was manufacturing the words. “Rev, I’m yours.”

That’s all I needed.

I took her lips one by one, moving as slowly as I could, making this first joining one for the books.

But it wasn’t quite fast enough for her.

Martha laced her hands behind my head and deepened our connection. A whimper of a sound coupled our collision and I knew without a doubt that what had been building in me was so very strong because it wasn’t just me at all. It had been building in both of us. My hands roamed from her waist down to those dangerous hips.
She tasted as sweet as she looked, but instead of tasting like rain like she smelled, her lips were tinged with the taste of sugar, like sugar cookies. It was like our Creator had molded her lips of cookie dough.
There was nothing sweeter in this world.
I didn’t let it go any further than a simple kiss, for now, my inner beast was pleased and contented with just this—and so was I.

You can read it FREE on Kindle Unlimited.

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Freebie Alert

Right now you can grab His Haunted Heart FREE!!  It will be free on Amazon until 4/9/2017 so get your copy NOW!!!


Six years ago, deep in the swamps of Louisiana, Delilah’s face was marred forever at the hands of her sisters by the point of her mother’s kitchen knife. Despite her protest, her parents insist she make haste in finding a husband. But finding a husband isn’t an easy feat with a scar running the length of your face.
Porter Jeansonne keeps to himself. He lives in his mansion, set apart from the town he’s grown to detest. One night, walking through the town, seeking to collect a debt, he hears a man selling off his daughter in the most deplorable part of the darkened streets. He chooses to take pity on her and set her free from her despicable family. Until he sees her face. He then knows that maybe she is the mend for his haunted heart.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Teaser...Wednesday. Oops.

Y'all, I am SO excited about this release that I have been working on with my dear friend Dara Frasier. It's my first plunge into the Dragon Shifter world and I couldn't be more thrilled.

You're going to love Knox. 

This should be released in late May, so keep your eyes peeled. You won't want to miss it.

*Unedited Version*

The mornings since the craze had set in were the worst, especially since most of the time I hadn’t actually fallen asleep during the darkness.
My cell phone rang somewhere on the other side of the room, wherever I had plugged it for the night. The clan’s healer, Lindsey, told me to keep it away from the side of my bed. She thought I must’ve been waking several times during the night to check games or whatever people did on their phones.
Well, maybe I had checked Sims once or twice during the night but that wasn’t what was keeping me up-not by a long shot.
Hurling myself out of bed, I groaned and zeroed in on the damned thing ringing like someone was paying it a salary.
“What? I mean, hello.” I gruffed into the phone.
“Knox, Sir, you asked me last summer, about the girl who asked, you told me to…” Gretchen oversaw the diner for the clan. Everything in this town technically belonged to me as the Alpha, but the money was shared-all of us worked for it.
She wasn’t a big talker, but she was loyal as they came.
“Yes, Gretch, I asked you to let me know if you saw her again.”
I heard the sounds of her stomping rather than walking in a hurry to the other room. The swish of the revolving door between the counter and the kitchen barely cut off the sound of her breathing. She was obviously moving to a place where no one could hear her or someone in particular couldn’t hear her. By the second, I got more and more anxious. If she was there-if the female that I’d seen last summer was back in town-well-I hoped she’d never leave again.
Then again, she was human.
“Sir, she’s here with that other girl, the one from before. They just came in, sat at your booth, unknowingly, of course. Paul said they checked into their rooms at the B&B and now that we have that software, he had to check their IDs. We’ve got her, Sir.”
She called me Sir all the time even though I insisted she didn’t.
“I’ll be there shortly.”
I dropped the phone onto the bed and grabbed hold of the four bed posts. This wasn’t just some girl. I knew it and if anyone in the clan had really been paying attention, like Samson, they knew it too. She was human. She was not from here and certainly not one of our kind.
And she was mine.
She just didn’t know it yet. 

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

A little info please

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