Monday, August 20, 2018

Coming Soon: Caden Apache County Shifters

Yay! I can't believe we're so close to the release of Caden. Only two weeks and some change to go! This story was so hard to write. Michele and I both cried while we worked through each scene and we both hope everyone loves it as much as we did. Also, if you haven't picked up Kalkin, do so now and the FREE READ Twins.

NOTICE: Please do not purchase the book. Amazon has never placed the book for free, but Twins is available at all major retailers including Smashwords, and TEP for Free.


Caden Raferty messed up—big time. He's turned his back on his family and friends, but most of all his mate, Danielle Blueriver.

Danielle is done with love and done with Caden. After two near death experiences, she's regressed into herself, not wanting to be seen or heard. Her life is crumbling down around her and the only thing giving her the will to live are her boys, Aiden and Nicolas.

But, an old foe isn't done with either of them, and once again, they are thrust together in a situation neither can get out of. 

Can Danielle and Caden find their path to happiness this time, or will the sins of their past destroy their future?


“Mama?” Aiden blinked at her as she lifted him into his car seat. “Ou ‘kay?”
She swallowed hard and took a second, afraid he’d hear grief in her voice. “I’m fine, big boy. How about a cookie and some milk when we get home?”
He nodded emphatically. “Yes, Mama. Nic too. Hungee.”
“Yes, he is. Silly Mama. Forgot his bottle.” She made a show of frowning at him then rolling her eyes. Each practiced movement meant to keep Aiden from seeing the frayed ends of her emotional state.
“Looks like you could use a hand.”
Icy fingers of dread slid down her spine. At one time, the sound of his voice brought her so much pleasure. Just a whisper of it filled her with anticipation. Those nights she spent curled in his embrace talking about their future and the idea of falling in love with him had been so effortless. She’d instantly felt the connection to him the day they arrived in Window Rock. The cocky smirk on his face. The way his blue eyes twinkled with a hint of sensual heat and the feel of his hand curling around hers when he said, “Pleasure...” It was like he said, “I’ve spent my whole life waiting for this moment. Welcome home.”
“No, I’ve got it.” Danielle took the opportunity to push a strand of her hair behind her ear to cover the track of tears sliding down her left cheek. “No need to interrupt your day to help me.”
She shuddered at the thought of being close to him. He broke her. She understood the words her sister said to her so many times. That she needed to take the time to heal her soul, but when? She had to protect Nicolas and Aiden. Yes, Psychic Bounty Hunters may never come back to find them, and Simon and Hazel were dead, however what about the next threat? She’d spent a great portion of her life running with Keeley. Settling down didn’t feel natural. Add in the fact Caden rejected her...well, the shitty construct wall she built would have to do.
“Danielle, I—”
She flinched. “It’s okay. We shouldn’t have to hash this out again. I should, though, apologize for threatening to kill you. I’m blaming being half crazed with worry.”
“You don’t have to...” he let out a rough breath. “I deserved it.”
Danielle hurried around the vehicle to get Nicolas into his seat. She needed to put some space between them. Allow her son a moment to breathe without her emotional tsunami sucking him under with her. “It’s okay, sweet boy. Mommy’s got you.” She nuzzled his head before placing him in his seat. She grabbed one of his pacifiers. “We’ll get you settled in no time.” She rubbed the soft nipple across his lips. Within seconds he latched on, calming himself.
“Look, I thought we should...you know, talk.”
She glanced over her shoulder at Caden. His features were strained while he rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. “I believe we’ve said enough, don’t you?” She let him off the hook. Gave him a reason to return to his hotel room and swim in his alcohol-induced miasma. Yet, when she looked at his eyes, they were clear. The cobalt blueness sparkled with life. They weren’t even bloodshot. He also wore one of his uniforms. Had he gone back to work? Does it matter? To her? No.
“I just... What I want to say is...”

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Sunday, August 19, 2018

Sneak Peek from Taken By The Beast by Anya Summers

This week I have my first paranormal erotic romance, Taken By The Beast, releasing. I had such a blast writing this book. I've had a long, storied love affair with all the things that go bump in the night. This story was something that I'd been rolling around in my head for a while that I could no longer keep to myself. I cannot wait for you to enter the world of Alcyra. In fact, here's a sneak peek from chapter one.

Taken by the Beast

“What a way to begin our trip. I’d say the first night was a success.” Moira hiccupped.
Anna teetered on a pair of silver fuck-me pumps. She liked to wear heels because, as she said, otherwise everyone was a freaking giant around her. Since she barely topped five feet, she wasn’t wrong. “I second that motion,” Anna said, rebalancing on her heels with an innate catlike grace, despite the dubious amounts of Guinness they’d imbibed.
“All these streets look the same, don’t they?” Gemma asked, her gaze scanning the area. They reached an intersection with four different roads they could take. The buildings were murky, with signs for offices and businesses. The intersection was dimly lit with only one of the streetlamps illuminating the corner. How had they ended up so far away from the main hub? They must have taken a wrong turn. But where and when, she hadn’t a clue. Gemma tried to remember the way they’d walked to Temple Bar—except that was hours ago. But the haze of one too many pints of Guinness, compounded with their long flight, had turned her brain into molasses. Deciphering the way back to their hotel on the unfamiliar roads was problematic at best.
“I think it was this one we came down,” Moira said, flinging her arm toward one of the lanes on the right, and laughed rather drunkenly.
They’d entered a section of town that was deserted, the crowds dispersed. There were three of them, so Gemma wasn’t concerned with their safety. Much. It didn’t sit well with her that they were lost. Not to mention, it was ingrained in her not to walk willy-nilly down dark alleys.
Cue the horror music. She bit her bottom lip to contain her chuckle since she wouldn’t be able to hide her air of desperation. Gemma hated being lost.
Anna shook her head and pointed toward a different road on their left. “No, this is the one we walked down. Don’t you remember? We took a right out of the hotel lobby, walked to the corner intersection where Saint Stephen’s Green is located, and took a left. Then did another right to head into Temple Bar. That street took us past the Molly Malone statue.”
Anna was the least directionally challenged out of the group. But still, the street she pointed to didn’t look familiar—not one bit. Not that that was saying much, because none of the streets were familiar. Maybe they should have sprung for a cab back to the hotel instead of walking. But Gemma hated to waste money on something so trivial when they had legs and were only a mile away. She’d budgeted for this trip, heavily, she might add, and would rather spend her money on experiences, not taxis.
“Are you sure?” Gemma asked, not convinced. The uncertainty in her voice caused her to wince. She was the unanointed leader of their trio; if she wigged out, the other two wouldn’t be far behind.
Anna tilted her head, studying the four options in front of them. Then, with a nod, her raven hair shifting like a waterfall of inky black waves, she said, “I’m certain. That’s the one.”
“Then let’s head that way,” Gemma said, hoping that it was the right street and their hotel was just on the other side of the block. The edges of fatigue were descending, her brain sluggish and her body acting with stilted movements like it had been trampled. Their flight had arrived this morning, and instead of taking a much-needed siesta, they had deposited their luggage at their hotel and gone exploring. Then they’d checked into their room, changed into their club wear, and had dinner before venturing forth into the exotic nightlife. The high of visiting a foreign country for the first time had been too exciting for them to be able to relax.
Except now she’d had a few beers. And the weight of the long night of traveling combined with the alcohol made for a potent combination.
Their footsteps clicked against the pavement. Gemma wasn’t normally overly dramatic or prone to hysterics, but the deserted lane had her riding the edge of panic. Her senses were on high alert, and she was hyperaware of every sound. She was ready to call a halt and get an Uber.
As they meandered farther down the unfamiliar lane that made her think they had entered a Charles Dickens novel, with the cobbled streets and turn-of-the-century architecture, Gemma fretted that they had taken the wrong street. And there was something in the air. It was quiet. Too quiet. Not even crickets hummed.
It was then that she heard it. A great swooshing noise. The va-woop-woop-woop made her think of helicopter blades, but there was no engine motor thrumming with it.
“Do you guys hear that?” Gemma asked, glancing behind them, trying to discern where the unnatural sound was coming from.
“I thought that was just me,” Moira said. “What do you suppose it is?”
“I don’t hear anything,” Anna said, looking up and down the street, her brow furrowed in concentration. “Clearly, this is not the way to the hotel. Sorry, guys. Maybe we should take that street coming up on the right. It should take us in the general direction of the hotel.” Then she raised her head, peering up at the darkness beyond the streetlamps.
At Anna’s bloodcurdling scream, Gemma jerked and followed her gaze up to the black, starry sky above. Gemma shook her head as she stared, trying to clear it. What had been in that Guinness? Had someone slipped a drug into her beer and roofied her? Her mind was playing tricks on her. Or it was the light and an overactive imagination.
Moira's scream joined Anna's. It wasn't a hallucination. It was a fucking monster.

Taken By The Beast ~ The Alcyran Chronicles ~ Book 1

Gemma’s life was nearly perfect. She’s just graduated from college and is heading off to graduate school in the fall. She and her best friends are taking a trip she’s always dreamed about. Only, nothing goes as planned. After being chased on the streets of Dublin by a freaking monster, they get sucked into a portal and wind up on another world. As in, not Earth. Now she can’t find her friends, but there is this really hot, naked guy who calls himself a king and is offering her aid. 

There’s only one teensy little problem: He says she’s his mate and is planning on keeping her—forever. Oh, and there’s one more thing: He’s a beast most of the time. And Gemma has to decide if she’s willing to give up everything for the one man she’s meant to be with in the universe. 

Available August 22, 2018! Pre-Order Now!

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