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The Caitlyn O’Connell Novels are on sale!
Saturday, March 18th, 2017

I thought I’d mention it. Both Shattered Souls and Lost Souls are only $0.99 right now. If you don’t know a thing about them, I’ll tell you that I think they are the best-written books I’ve produced. The stories are deep, the mysteries and the spookiness will keep you on the edge of your seat. If you love a fiesty heroine, a sexy hero and a different kind of paranormal story, you will love these two books! Get them now while the price is dirt-cheap!

From popular author Delilah Devlin comes the unforgettable heroine, Caitlyn O’Connell—a psychic ex-cop who’s hell-bent on redemption.

Caitlyn O’Connell had it all: a career with the Memphis PD, a passionate marriage, and the satisfaction that her work made a difference in the world. But she also had a secret, a supernatural “gift” that cost her everything. Now she scrapes by as a private investigator, taking cases the cops won’t touch and counting down the minutes until happy hour.

But when Sam Pierce, her former partner and estranged ex-husband, comes to her for help with a bizarre murder case, Cait can’t say no. And not just because Sam is still as irresistibly sexy as he was on the day they met. Something sinister—and demonic—is terrorizing Memphis, leaving a bloody trail of bodies and clues only Cait can read. Together she and Sam will venture into a dark world of magic and unholy terror, hunting a killer who will lead them to the brink of reality as they know it—and back into the thrall of their stormy past. Steamy and suspenseful, Shattered Souls is the pulse-quickening new offering from fan favorite romance author Delilah Devlin.

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Fan favorite Delilah Devlin delivers her second paranormal romantic thriller featuring unforgettable heroine, Caitlyn O’Connell. This time, the psychic PI joins her police detective ex-husband to find a demon pulling women into the past to commit their murders in a seedy Memphis hotel.

Private Investigator Caitlyn O’Connell is tapped by Memphis PD to discover who has been using a Memphis hotel as his killing ground. Women are going missing, and their bodies are found inside the walls of the hotel. But the bodies themselves? They appear to have been murdered in the distant past. With ghosthunters and cops crawling all over the crime scene, Cait and her detective ex-husband Sam Pierce race to find the demon responsible before he kills again.

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The New Release…The Contest…and The Question!
Sunday, March 12th, 2017

UPDATE: So, the winner is…Debbie Kolins!

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The New Release

Just a quick reminder! I do have a brand new release! If you love lusty, sexy stories with plenty of BDSM and menage interplay, well, this one’s right up your alley! Just click on the cover here!

The Contest

Leave a comment—an answer to the question below—for your chance to win one of the following recent releases…

Bad, Bad Girlfriend Ride a Texas Cowboy Truly, Madly...Werely (Night Fall Book 9)

The Question

If a TV show that’s been off the air for a while could have a reunion show,  which one would you love to see back?

Just Out — Begging For It!
Saturday, March 11th, 2017

You know I have this great big backlist of books I have to republish. Begging For It is one of them. I’ve been hunting for artwork like a crazy person, spending way too much time looking through pictures for things that might suit my stories, or could be massaged in some way to work, and then I found this picture, and it’s absolutely perfect just the way it is.

TJ’s not a submissive looking for a Dom. She’s a woman who needs pain to get off, and who better than a Dom to do it? There’s plenty of kink inside this story. Plenty of angst, too, because you know she has a problem that causes her to be the way she is. Best part of the story? Cross, my Dom, who’s fated to be with TJ in ways she won’t fully understand until the end. I hope you’ll pick up a copy this weekend. I’d love to hear what you think!

Begging For It

She needs punishment…before she deserves pleasure.

Tragedy scarred TJ Lipton. Now, the only way she can find pleasure is when its delivered with a heavy-handed dose of S&M. But finding a lover who can give her what she needs proves an elusive quest—until she finds the sex club La Forge and a Dom named Cross McNally.

Cross understands all too well what drives TJ. He takes command of her body to give her everything she needs—restraint, the stinging kiss of a flogger, the thrill of a three-way—a sexual adventure that pulls her beyond her painful past and has her begging for more of his tender brand of domination.

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An excerpt…

“Have you and Tanner been friends a long time?”

“Long enough.”

She swirled her hips to wet the tip of his cock. “He the guy you had fuck my mouth last night?”

“Yeah, does it bother you, putting a face to the dick?”

A shallow pulse forced him inside an inch. “Yes, I didn’t want him last night. I wanted your cock.”

“I was a little busy giving you what you really needed.”

He said it in a gruff, masculine tone that clued her to the fact he was just as tightly wound as she was. She pressed down, taking the cap inside another two inches. Her thighs flexed, and she fought the urge to shove downward. She wanted to savor the stretch—this fuck had been a long time coming. And because she was a little annoyed that he’d made her wait, she asked, “Do you like fucking?”

His smile was a quick, tight flash. “One of my favorite things to do.”

Her nipples were hard, aching, but she resisted the urge to cup them. She wanted his hands there but wasn’t able to command him. Her voice would lack strength. She feared he’d laugh if she tried because she shook with need. “Why didn’t you take me? You knew I wanted you to do it.”

“I told you, baby. It was about you. What you needed. And I wanted to build your trust.”

She came up but missed the solid heat of him filling her and pushed quickly down again, taking him deeper. Sweet Lord, she was wet. He slid inside with a succulent sound. “You don’t need my trust. Not for this,” she said breathlessly. “You can have me. Have me any way you want, so long as you do one little thing for me. You know what that is.”

“Have you any time?” he asked, his lips pulling away from his teeth. “More than just today?”

She shook her head but dug her fingers into his chest as she gave him another shallow stroke. “Don’t go getting possessive. I don’t need promises. You don’t want mine.”

“You don’t want to see me again?”

Her mouth gaped as she slid down a little farther, almost dizzy with relief, feeling as though every inch she consumed deepened their emotional connection. She shook her head, waging an internal battle for control. “I don’t want to make plans. Don’t want promises,” she lied. “But I wouldn’t mind you knocking at my door some night.”

His jaw flexed. “For a quick fuck but not a date.”

“This isn’t good for you?” She was wetter now, and the glides were faster, getting deeper, her breaths shortened, and her face flushed with heat. His strong hands took some of the burden from her straining thighs.

“This isn’t enough for me, TJ,” he said, slamming her down his cock now. “I want the whole woman.”

She slowed, shuddering hard. “That’s the problem,” she said, smiling with tears in her eyes. “I’m not whole.”

His palms slid up to cup her breasts, gently kneading them. “Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me why.”

She blinked away the moisture. “Just be quiet. Please.”

His lips closed, forming a thin line.

Closing her eyes to his disapproval, she continued to rock, but even though her body melted all around him, even though arousal curled inside her, she knew her limits. Her thighs gave way, and she sank against him. “Cross?”

“Open your eyes when you speak to me.”

A shiver hit her hard at his change of tone. She gave him a glare but knew the corners of her mouth were pulling downward, and that her bottom lip was trembling.

“What do you need?”

Her shoulders fell. Her head bent. “For you to take over. For you to punish me.”

“Do things my way?”

She nodded.

“Will those legs hold you up if I tell you that you have to stand?”

She nodded again then gave a little gasping hiccup. She hated being so needful, so out of control. He’d think she was a complete basket case, but maybe that was already too late.

His hands cupped her ass, and he lifted her. His cock slid from inside her and bobbed against his belly. “Go stand under the hooks.”

Her nipples spiked. Fluid dripped from inside her, and he knew because a fingertip followed the trail. He brought her moisture to her mouth and painted her lips with her own arousal.

TJ moaned and leaned down to kiss him.

His hand fisted in her hair to anchor her close, and his lips roamed over hers, rubbing hard, before he pulled her hair to raise her head. “Go now,” he rasped.

Even though she trembled with need, she pushed off him and slid from the mattress. The bed groaned behind her. His footsteps shadowed hers.

When she stood beneath the hooks, she raised her arms obediently and let him close the padded cuffs around her wrists. With her now secured, he walked to the wall and pulled down a handle to an apparatus where the ends of the chains were wrapped around a small wheel. He began to turn it, tightening the sturdy linked chain above her until her heels left the floor.

“Higher,” she grated out.

“You want to be stretched? Like the girl at the club?”

She nodded, and he winched her higher until she swayed on her toes.

“If this gets to be too much, if your arms go numb, you’ll tell me.”

She nodded, but it was a lie. Numbness would be a blessing. Pain would be rapturous. Already she felt a dull ache swell in her shoulders along with the lump burning the back of her throat.

Cross went to the dresser and pulled open a drawer. Poised on her toes, she peered down to see an array of implements. He picked up a flogger but discarded it. Then another. He drew a finger across the suede leather ends then glanced up at her. “I’m in charge now.”

She nodded, even though he hadn’t worded it as a question. Licking her bottom lip, she whispered, “Yes Sir.”

Flashback: Sweet Succubus (Sexy Excerpt & Contest)
Tuesday, March 7th, 2017

I’m up to my eyeballs in work! I feel like a broken record! I’m eking out stories here and there, editing and releasing golden oldies, editing for clients, but there are soooo many distractions (grandma’s care, kid’s doctor’s appointments, flu!) that writing has been taking a bit of a back seat. Today is the day I get back in the saddle with a new-ish story—the Happy-Ever-After for Viper from my Night Fall series. I wrote a rather sweet & sad short story for him a while back. Now, I’m adding the pages folks wanted to reunite Viper with Mariah. So, in between edits, I’ll be pounding out pages. Watch me fly! Where’s the coffee?!

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Sweet Succubus

Sweet Succubus

Melanie Bradshaw is driven to horny desperation by her torrid dreams. When she finally acts on her desires, things go horribly wrong and she witnesses the murder of an overly amorous lounge lizard—whose body disintegrates before her eyes.

Detective Moses Brown isn’t thrilled to get another “full-moon case”…until he meets the delectable Melanie, who took a walk on the wild side straight into vampire territory. Moses doesn’t know why vamps are interested in her, but until he can find out, he’s going to stick to her like glue, doing his best to ignore their instant attraction.

But pretty little Melanie has designs on his body. Her hunger for sex is voracious, even downright insatiable. As the mystery surrounding begins to unravel, keeping her safe—hell, keeping himself safe from her—presents some interesting complications…

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Excerpt…

The door creaked, footsteps padded his way. He flipped the sheet she’d given him, covered his hips, then leaned up on an elbow to peer over the couch.

She hovered near the bedroom doorway, a thin nightgown draping her slender curves. “I just wanted to make sure you’d be all right…on the couch.” Her teeth bit into her bottom lip. Her eyebrows drew together.

She didn’t look worried, but rather, annoyed. Moses gave her a faint grin. “It’s a little short. The couch, I mean.”

“I could sleep here. You can have the bed.”

He shook his head, knowing he’d be in hell sleeping in sheets drenched with her feminine scent. “Get some shuteye, Melanie. You’re safe.”

She remained in the doorway, her expression awash with indecision. “Why are you doing this?”

“I’m one of the good guys,” he murmured, wanting her to relax. Needing her to move inside her bedroom so he could relax.

She came closer, hovering beside the couch.

Her expression was fluid, gliding from anxious to something he was afraid to read too much into. Cursing himself for being a horn-dog, he dropped his legs to the floor and sat up, careful to keep the sheet masking his hard-on. “Sit.”

“Okay.” Melanie came around the couch and hesitated over the space he’d made, then, instead of sitting beside him, eased over his lap.

Moses held his breath, his hands clenching the edge of the sofa. “Melanie, what’re you doin’?”

Her hands clutched together in her lap; she didn’t meet his gaze. “I’m sorry. I don’t have anyone else.”

She sat square on his erection, crowding it down against his thigh. Not something she could miss, but she wasn’t shying away.

All she wants is comfort, he reminded himself. “Well, hell,” he muttered, and raised his arms to enfold her. He sat back, taking her with him, letting her curves settle against his chest.

“You want me,” she said bluntly.

Moses rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and how do you know that?”

She snuggled closer to his chest, wriggling her soft ass against his growing erection. “Do you really need me to answer that?” she asked. Before he could respond, she continued, “And…you’re very nice.”

“I’m not,” he said, starting to sweat as her bottom shifted again. He wished he could clutch her hips and hold her still, but the thin fabric of her nightgown was hardly any barrier at all. “Don’t kid yourself.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” she whispered, her face nuzzling into his neck before she tilted back her head to meet his gaze.

“Mind what?” he asked, lungs tightening.

“Sharing a bed.” She ground down against his cock. “Taking care of this. I owe you.”

“You don’t owe me a damn thing.” But girl, I’m not shoving you off my lap either, am I?

“I was looking for a hook-up,” she whispered, swallowing before looking away. “It’s why I went to the bar.”

A hook-up. With a stranger. His stomach turned. Why that bothered him so much wasn’t something he wanted to examine too closely.

The fact that she looked away briefly was telling. As much as he wanted to fuck her, he wasn’t about to take advantage of the fact that, obviously, she was scared and embarrassed. His hand caressed her back. “Why don’t you have a boyfriend? You’re pretty. Plenty sexy. You shouldn’t have to resort to havin’ sex with a stranger.”

“I haven’t lived here all that long. I haven’t met anyone. I work in a library with a bunch of women.” She raised her head, cupped the side of his face with her palm, and swiped a thumb over his bottom lip. “I’ve wanted to feel this mouth on my skin since I first saw you.”

Moses growled deep in his throat. But he shook his head, striving for sanity, for safety, one last time. Last thing he needed was to get mixed-up with her. Mixed-up with anyone. He walked in a dangerous world. The darkness clung to him like dirt. Sometimes, it followed him home.

Even though it killed him, he said, “I’m not what you want, sweetheart.”

She gave a soft snort. Her lips tightened. “Look, truth of the matter is, I’m scared as hell. Freaked out, really.” Her fingers tightened into a ball on his chest. “And I know what I want…what I need,” she said, swallowing hard, “is dick.”

Moses blinked, not believing what just came out of her sweet mouth.

She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Her expressive eyes held a militant gleam. “Do a girl a favor. I need to be fucked. Long and hard. And I think you have exactly what I need.”

“Damn girl,” he whispered, his cock twitching its own halleluiahs.

“I want sex. Nothing more. No strings. Promise.”

Taking a deep breath to still his excitement, he tried one last time to do the right thing. “If all you want is to be held while you sleep…”

She leaned away and began to smile. A catlike grin that said she knew she had him. She climbed off his lap then crawled over him again, this time spreading her thighs, straddling him. “I’m not sleepy. For days, I’ve had the most lurid, raunchy dreams—every time I close my eyes. It’s why I couldn’t stand it one night longer. I need this. I need you. Right now, Detective Brown.”

With her steamy center bearing down, grinding against his covered shaft, he gave up. He let her move against him, watched her eyelids fall, her sweet mouth open as she moaned and dragged her pussy forward and back along his shaft. He dragged away the sheet from between them. Only her thin panties and his briefs were between them now. Both were wet.

His hands cupped her butt, and he lunged upward, long strides taking him to her door, right toward her bed. Her clothes lay in a puddle beside it, the necklace she’d worn dropped carelessly in the center. He stepped around the mound then leaned over the mattress and crawled to the center on his knees, one hand still clutching her soft bottom, keeping her hot pussy pressed tightly against him.

When he knelt in the middle of her soft bed, he bent, depositing her there. Her hands clutched the hem of her nightgown, and she wriggled to pull it over her head. He shoved down his briefs, getting them to his knees before she took over, her cheek sliding against his abdomen, making the muscles jump, as she reached to push the shorts off his legs. Her mouth pressed a kiss against the tip of his hard cock, but he shoved her back, too aroused, too desperate to be nice now.

Not that she seemed to mind. The corners of her sweet mouth lifted in a siren’s smile as she laid her arms on the bed, stretched out at her sides. He tucked his fingers under the waistband of her panties and tugged them off. Then she slid her heels up to bend her knees and parted her thighs.

As he looked at her sex, red and glistening, his balls drew tight against his groin. “Ever had a brother?” he rasped.

“Think I can’t take you?”

“Last chance.” He arched a brow. “I’m not little.”

Her laughter was soft and husky, sexy as hell. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and squeezed before falling away.

Well, he’d given her an out. If she wasn’t worried, he wouldn’t be either.

Leaning over her, he tapped his cock against her center once, then pushed inside. She was small, tight, but so fucking hot he couldn’t be gentle, not now. He tunneled deep, groaning as he worked his way inside her, slick heat surrounding him every inch of the way.

Even as tiny, as slender as she was, she took him. Without hesitation or complaint, her throaty cries punctuating the air, hips churning to urge him deeper still.

“Lord have mercy,” he moaned. “Hold still. Just a minute,” he said, gasping.

Her nails dug into his ass. “Don’t stop. Not now. Detective Brown, move!”

Moses tried to hold back. Reached deep for control, but she was touching him, raking his skin with her nails, undulating so sweetly, so urgently, her pussy tightening all around him, gripping him, squeezing with feminine contractions that rippled up and down his shaft.

And already she was coming. Hard. Her head digging into the mattress, her mouth stretched wide. A choked scream ripped from her throat.

He caved, hammering her, pounding so deep, so hard, the bed jerked and scraped on the hardwood floor, the headboard thudding against the wall with each powerful surge of his hips. Only Sidney had ever been able to withstand his full-on thrusts. But this little woman, this tiny, fragile thing, writhing like a wild animal trapped beneath him, was taking it, taking all of him.

“Sweet Jesus…fuck… Oh, goddamn,” he said as his balls exploded, streams of cum shooting through his cock, filling her until he was sliding, churning in liquid so hot and thick he kept right on rocking, unwilling to end the sweet, wet pleasure.

But at last his strength gave, and he sank against her body, resting his chest against her quivering breasts. Her legs and arms were wrapped tightly around him, her face snug in the curve of his neck. When her mouth glided in the sweat coating his skin, he realized with a start he’d fucked her without ever kissing her, without ever touching her intimately. He’d crawled right over her and fucked her like a whore. And he hadn’t given a thought to using a goddamn condom.

He felt like an ass.

Ashamed, Moses buried his head in the bedding. Her hands made long, slow glides up his sides, over his back, soothing him. Dragging in deep gulps of air, he raised his head and pushed up on his hands to take his weight.

Her features were soft, her skin dewy and pink. Her eyes blinked sleepily and a smile spread slowly across her face. “Thank you.”

Disgust at himself had him curling his lips. “Don’t. That was…a huge fucking mistake.”

Her smile faded, and her brows drew together. “Because you’ve already got someone?”

“Because I’m a cop. And I’m supposed to be protecting you.”

“I asked for this. I needed it. And it was…good.”

Moses growled, irked now. Good? That’s all she had to say about sex that had his body still shaking in the aftermath? He gritted his teeth, pulled out of her silky heat, then climbed off her and rolled to his back at her side.

“Name’s Moses. I’ll sleep on the left.”

 

Melanie shot Moses a glance, but he wasn’t looking her way. His forearm covered his eyes. She wasn’t fooled. He’d been into it. Deep into her. Maybe he didn’t like the fact she’d come on to him. Maybe he was the kind of guy who liked to make the first move. Or maybe he really was disappointed in himself that he’d let down his guard.

However, she didn’t believe for even a moment that he hadn’t felt as pulled, as compelled, to have sex as she had. The sex had been raw, hard, and fast. Far too urgent for him not to have felt how special the coupling was. He’d rivaled the dark fantasies swirling in her dreams.

For now, however, she’d let him have his sulk. She had a few things to figure out anyway. Least of which was why she felt such a strong attraction to a man she’d just met—beyond the biological urges that had led her into trouble in the first place.

In the meantime, he wasn’t going anywhere, and she felt safe with his large body sprawled beside hers. Safe at last. Even if he was sulking.

Her lips twitched, a grin tugging, wanting to stretch, but she suppressed the urge, sure that if he peeked her way he’d be in a real huff.

Instead, she gave a little sigh, rolled to her side toward him, and tucked her body close, ignoring the way he stiffened for a moment before his hand curved over the back of her head and held her closer.

Never had she felt like this. Thrilled to her toes but wrapped in warmth, cozy and safe. She closed her eyes, rested a hand over the dull thud of his heart, and drifted into sleep.

It started again, even before she sank deep into the dream. Part of her aware she stroked his skin. Part of her floating away, drifting toward the ceiling, gazing down curiously at the couple entwined on her bed.

As she watched, Moses’s features grew lax in sleep. His legs twitched. The length of his cock, still drying in the air, lay curled against his thick thigh.

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A Glance Back at February and a Look Toward March!
Tuesday, February 28th, 2017
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Dear Readers and Friends,

Well, I’m back from San Antonio! There, I attended the Wild and Wicked Weekend conference this past weekend. I don’t get out much, so it was a little bit overwhelming for my hermit soul, but I really, really loved reconnecting with old friends (both readers and writers) and meeting new people. The booksigning was fun! So was a trip to a local dungeon… I hope to be able to go again next year—to the conference, that is.

My March calendar is packed full of work. Too much, I think, especially since I think I brought back a bug with me from SA. I’m not saying the “Flu” word out loud. I’m hoping it’s just allergies but with my luck…

Anyways, I wanted to let you know that Hard SEAL to Love is completely fixed at Amazon, so if any of you got the too-short version of the book, be sure to let your Kindle support people know. They sent out a message to everyone who purchased the book to let them know the updated story was there! And thanks you so much to everyone who posted a review to help counter all those darn 1-stars from unhappy folks who received that short version in error. You saved my bacon!

A Quick Recap of February!

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Hard SEAL To Love
Uncharted SEALs, Book 9

The bigger they are, the harder they fall…

Former SEAL, “Big Mac” McLane, is sure he earned all kinds of bad karma somewhere when his next mission with Charter Group is to guard the “Love Boat” and a pretty program director. Okay, so the cruise line is sponsoring a special cruise for wounded soldiers and their significant others—a great cause. Mac doesn’t know a thing about spending time with “good” women, but Kylie Hammond is full of surprises. After the initial shock of meeting her, he feels like he has two left feet whenever she’s around. So he’ll do his job, keep it strictly business, fade into the background whenever she’s around, but Kylie seems to have other ideas…

Kylie knows the muscle-bound SEAL isn’t exactly gung-ho for his new assignment, and she isn’t exactly the “princess” he expected, but she can’t be more pleased. The big man’s the yummiest thing she’s ever seen, and coaxing blushes and glares from him becomes her favorite sport. Then someone aboard the ship is killed. The thing her charity most feared—a terrorist attack at sea—appears to be underway. Now, she has to trust Mac and his team to keep her wounded soldiers safe.

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Fun with Dick and Jayne

He didn’t know the nightly peepshow was just a naughty invitation…

Seattle cop, Garrett Masters, knows what he’s doing can get him into trouble, but he can’t help himself. Every night as he arrives home, the blonde across the alley gets busy with her boyfriend with the blinds open. He’s spent the past two weeks getting an eyeful and falling deep into lust. But when Garrett sees a man in a black ski mask sneak into his sexy neighbor’s bedroom, he doesn’t know he’ll be the one captured.

Jayne has a nice life with a wonderful lover who sees to her every need, but she’s still drawn to the lonely man across the alley. She’s been sharing her darkest fantasies with him from afar but wants more. When she talks Richard into enacting a dangerous scenario, everything works out as planned. Only Garrett’s not happy about being played. And he’s got reservations, because she already has a lover, and he’s not into threesomes. Now Jayne has to convince him otherwise.

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Coming in March!

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At least, I’m hoping to be done with the next With His SEAL Team installment! If you’re missing the fellas, I included a cameo of Sara and a substantial glimpse of our wounded warrior, Harley, in Hard SEAL to Love.

Plus, I have another refurb project, Begging For It coming in March. If you love BDSM—heavy on the S&M—be watching for it! No cover yet, but very, very soon!

Ah hell, here’s a peek at the art for the new cover….

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Come see me in San Antonio! If you can’t make it, have FUN WITH DICK AND JAYNE!
Tuesday, February 21st, 2017

Okay, so my hair’s shorter than that now, but you’ll recognize me still, I think. Short, chubby blonde in glasses. Oh wait, there will probably be a ton of us there. How about look for the one who’s constantly smiling? I can’t help myself. I think I was told that smiling was less work than frowning when I was a kid… And I’m lazy like that…

If you can’t make the booksigning, or want something to read to tide you over until the weekend, read on!

Fun with Dick and Jayne

Love mfm menage? Like a little BDSM-lite? Does an uptight cop and a free-spirited woman with a very generous dude already in her life interest you? How about humor? Because you know, sex can be damn funny…

Well then, I may just have the perfect story for you to indulge in on a lazy afternoon…

Seattle cop, Garrett Masters, knows what he’s doing can get him into trouble, but he can’t help himself. Every night as he arrives home, the blonde across the alley gets busy with her boyfriend with the blinds open. He’s spent the past two weeks getting an eyeful and falling deep into lust. But when Garrett sees a man in a black ski mask sneak into his sexy neighbor’s bedroom, he doesn’t know he’ll be the one captured.

Jayne has a nice life with a wonderful lover who sees to her every need, but she’s still drawn to the lonely man across the alley. She’s been sharing her darkest fantasies with him from afar but wants more. When she talks Richard into enacting a dangerous scenario, everything works out as planned. Only Garrett’s not happy about being played. And he’s got reservations, because she already has a lover, and he’s not into threesomes. Now Jayne has to convince him otherwise.

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MISFIRE! SAFETY BACK ON! HARD SEAL TO LOVE IS HERE!
Tuesday, February 14th, 2017

Thanks to Regina for letting me know that Amazon updated the contents of my book!

If you saw my earlier quick, frantic post, there was a bit of a kerfuffle with the release of this book. My apologies again for the SNAFU. If you pre-ordered the book, you should be able to access the corrected version now! If not, send me a copy of your receipt for purchase and I’ll send you the corrected story!

Anyways, as you can imagine, my day’s shot. So are my nerves. I so wanted this book to be well-received, right off the bat. My hero’s a lovely, large alpha who gets gobsmacked by a very feisty disabled vet. It’s fast and sexy and I hope you love it!

As a favor to me… I don’t ask often, but this time I do need your help. There are four 1-star reviews sitting out there for the story from folks pretty furious at getting the wrong, empty version of my story. If you have time and the inclination, I’d really, really appreciate you posting a review to help combat those very painful 1-stars. Thanks in advance, and HAPPY READING!

Also, as a side note, you will see Harley play a role in the story. You remember him, right? From the Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His SEAL Team stories? Sara makes a very brief appearance, too. Thought you’d enjoy seeing them out and about…

Hard SEAL To Love

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The bigger they are, the harder they fall…

Former SEAL, “Big Mac” McLane, is sure he earned all kinds of bad karma somewhere when his first mission with Charter Group is guarding the “Love Boat” and its activity director. Okay, so the cruise line is sponsoring a special cruise for wounded soldiers and their families–a great cause–but Big Mac doesn’t do well around families and children, and Kylie Hammond is cute, but he feels like he has two left feet whenever she’s around. But he’s going to do his job, keep it strictly business, fade into the background whenever she’s around, but it seems Kylie has other ideas…

Kylie knows the big SEAL isn’t exactly gung-ho for his new assignment, but she can’t be more pleased. The big man’s the yummiest thing she’s ever seen, and coaxing blushes and glares from him becomes her favorite sport. But then things begin to go wrong aboard ship, people disappear, and then someone’s killed. The thing her charity most feared–a terrorist attack at sea–appears to be underway. Now, she has to trust Big Mac and his team to keep her wounded soldiers safe.

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