Archive for June 18th, 2009

Coming soon by Kylie Brant! Found out about these books yesterday and have added all three to my wishlist to get. Don’t they sound good? They comes out in September, October & November of this year.


He knows where you live.  He knows your deepest, darkest fears.  And now he’ll make you live them. . . .

A serial rapist is stalking Savannah, injecting women with a designer drug before subjecting them to sadistic sexual torture.  The Savannah-Chatham Metropolitan Police Department has no leads.  No suspects.  What they do have is a mounting victim count and task force lead detective Ryne Robel.

His team is short on time and manpower.  What he needs is more hours in the day and another detective.  What he gets is forensic psychologist Abbie Phillips assigned to the task force.  Not only is she an outside consultant from THE MINDHUNTERS agency, she’s a shrink, or close enough to it, who is unlikely to be of any use at all, except to needlessly drain the already strained SCMPD budget.

Abbie isn’t worried about having to prove herself to Robel, and the case offers the opportunity to put old ghosts to rest once and for all.  But the past melds with the present when her emotionally fragile sister shows up unexpectedly and Abbie is forced to face her own childhood trauma inflicted by her sexually abusive father.

While Abbie and Ryne get closer to catching the person terrorizing women in Savannah, suspicion falls on cops and family alike.  Not until nearly too late do they discover that the person they’re looking for has been allowed much too close.  What the vicious psychopath has learned about each of them has provided him with the necessary information to plan his next attack.  One that will use their greatest fears to destroy them, unless they can unmask him first.

WAKING NIGHTMARE excerpt can be found here. Comes out September 1st.


Buffalo Springs, Tennessee is a neighborly kind of place where folks leave their doors unlocked and crime is unheard of. But once every generation, a strange red mist settles over the town, and with it comes omens of death….

When the body of a young woman is found, forensic investigator Ramsey Clark is called in. She knows about the legend of the mist and about the curse that has the entire town afraid of the dark. But Ramsey believes in evidence, not superstition, despite what she’s told by the parapsychologist who has been dogging her every step. Then another murder rocks Buffalo Springs, and Ramsey begins to wonder if a killer is playing on everyone’s fears or if a prophecy is indeed being fulfilled—one victim at a time.

WAKING EVIL excerpt can be found here. Comes out October 6th.


Former forensic anthropologist Caitlin Fleming knows bones. So the investigator is the first one called when seven sets of skeletal remains are found dumped in a makeshift graveyard in the Oregon wilderness. Each skeleton bears the same distinctive marks. And each is minus a skull.

Cait needs outdoors guide Zach Sharper for one reason only—to help her find her way through the Willamette Forest as she pieces together clues. Despite the attraction that burns between them, nothing will be allowed to shake her focus. Until the killer closes in to terminate the investigation…and the ones on the verge of unmasking him…

WAKING THE DEAD excerpt can be found here. Comes out November 3rd.

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How sexy is this cover of SWEET TEMPTATION by Maya? This is Micah’s story and comes out April 2010 by Berkley Heat.


He was a by-the-book cop who broke the rules in the bedroom…

Micah Hudson has painful secrets he’s run hard from. He has new friends, a new life, but he’s about to be confronted with the one person who reminds him of all he’s tried to forget—Angelina, the sister of his oldest friend David. She knows everything about his past, including how he and David fell in love with the same woman, and how they decided the best way to prevent her from tearing them apart was to share her between them. But then a terrible accident left Micah alone…

She was willing to do anything to make him see the woman she’d become…

Micah lost the two people who meant the most in the world to him. Angelina lost her only family. And she kept her deepest secret close to her heart. Her love for Micah. No longer willing to wait, she decides it’s time to go after him and bring him to his knees. She knows his secrets, his desires, his kinks and fetishes, and she’ll use whatever it takes to reel him in. Behind the easy going, loves women exterior lies a man with dark needs and passions. She can give him what he wants. But will he decide she’s what he needs?

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Kiss & Hell

She’s never seen a sexier ghost.

Delaney Markham doesn’t just see dead people, she hears them too. And FYI-communicating with tortured souls all day can really wreak havoc on your love life. After all, no one wants to date the crazy chick that talks to herself. Sans boyfriend, Delaney makes the best of her gift by holding séances and earns a pretty penny for them too, that is until one incredibly annoying ghost just won’t go away.

Now, if she could only get her hands on him.

When he materializes wearing nothing, Delaney knows something’s up. Besides being sinfully hot-in a college professor sort of way-all signs point to Clyde Atwell being much more than the ordinary spirit. In fact, he’s a newbie demon whose first assignment is to take Delaney back down to hell with him. Yeah, like that’s gonna happen on the first date. If Delaney’s old nemesis Lucifer thinks she’s going down without one hell of a fight, he’s got another thing coming…


So, AztecLady invited me to write a blog, and at first we weren’t sure what topic to tackle. We considered promo-ing my recent release, but I’m sick of hearing about me. How ‘bout you? LOL.

Anyway, we emailed back and forth for a spell and I think I moaned about my ever groaning schedule, the blogs I’ve been doing, book signings etc, and the recent challenges I’ve been facing trying to keep my writing on track since my dad moved in (mom was already here—don’t ask why they lived apart. It’s Soap Opera Channel worthy. LOL)—and this just as I was ditching a kid into adulthood, too. We thought it might be fun to blog about the challenges of completing a book in chaos, and the kind of discipline it takes. If I can do it, anyone can. So I figured, instead of promoting a book—I’d just whine to all of you, and if you wanna win something—you’re going to have to listen! LOLLOL.

I kid–honest. You can just skip reading this and leave a comment. I won’t be at all upset with you…

So, writing is my day job. Hell, it’s my late-afternoon and wee hours of the morning job, too. Though my writing may not reflect it, I take what I do for a living very seriously. I write on a schedule—I do sometimes twelve plus hours a day. I treat this like I would any other job in say an office. Albeit, an office that has a “come to work in your cutest PJ’s” policy, but whatevs 😀

So here’s the landscape of my house, for those who don’t know me. I live with my two sons, one who just graduated high school and the other who’s headed for the Guinness Book of World Records for most hormones shed in a ten hour period. Add in six dogs, and like I said, just recently, I acquired my dad who, quite frankly, is giving even someone as patient as Gandhi a run for his money, and you have total madness. Day in, day out, people. Oh, and my house? It’s the size of Graceland. Seriously. It has five bedrooms, three full baths, and stupid rooms that have no purpose other than to need decorating and dusting so it looks like you use them. Which is truly pointless, because we don’t use them…

Then there’s the lawn, the garden, the pool. All of which (above included) I clean, weed, dust, pacify, cajole, mediate for. And lately, I’ve been really overwhelmed. Especially since my dad, the latest additions to the senior WWE, moved in.  Now I know what you’re thinking—“You work at home, Dakota. Isn’t it easier to get stuff done when you never have to leave the house?”

Snort. No. I almost think it’s worse. If I left the house for an office everyday, I wouldn’t be able to see the damage they’ve done to it while I’m gone—which is what I witness each time I leave my office to go into the kitchen. I wouldn’t be stopping in the middle of a serious writing jag to address my father, loud and proud in the kitchen, carrying on about who ate the last slice of cucumber he wrapped up and put in the fridge back in 1912. I kid you not—he forgets about it until I throw it away. And I’m not kidding about it being only one slice of cucumber either…

If I worked in an office, I most definitely wouldn’t have to hear my parents phone ring all. Day. Long. Yep, it’s true. Telemarketers call day and night for my folks. They’re so close in fact, I hear rumors that the Telemarketer’s Union is going to invite them to participate in a Secret Santa this year for the holidays. And because they’re both partially deaf, when that phone rings, the ringer is like Defcon Five it’s so loud. I fully expect an invasion of special agents in those quarantine suits each time it rings, complete with red flashing lights and stun guns.

Then there’s the fighting. I don’t know how my people ended up together. If E-harmony had been around when they hooked up, I’m sure that test you have to take to join would have flagged them as so incompatible they define the word. In essence, they love to hate each other. They love it so much, I can’t get any work done because if I’m not mediating their conversations the Ukraine calls to tell them to pipe down 😀 In their defense, they’re both partially deaf—it makes for some interesting, albeit loud, frustrating conversations.

Then there’s my boys, who while for the most part are self-sufficient, do have needs. You know, a granola bar every now and again, a ride to the movies, a reminder that if they don’t pick up their socks I’ll make personal nooses for them out of ‘em.

By the time I sit down to write at ten every night, I’m exhausted. Yet somehow, there but for the grace of God, I manage to meet my deadlines. I play games with myself. I use what’s called my word bank. I shoot for 4K each and every night. If I manage say, 8k on my MS, and the next night my parents are going at it like Tyson VS Holyfield in their imaginary boxing ring, and I can’t get but 3K done because they’re breaking China (I’m kidding, they haven’t broken anything. YET), I already have an extra 4K in my word count bank from the night before. So I can give it up and crawl into bed without too much guilt.

But I gave those word count numbers some thought the other day. If I didn’t have a mansion to clean, six dogs to tend (two cats, too), two parents, two kids and a partridge in a pear tree, can you even imagine the kind of work I could pump out? Jeez, I could do six books a year. Imagine the eyeball bleeds I could gift readers with across the land! It’d be like world domination.

But then there’d also be no one to leave me with only a square inch of my bed to sleep on because it’s so filled with snuggly, warm puppies. There’d be no pride in my oldest sons graduations ceremonies and the cleansing that came with my bucketful of tears. There’d be no giggling when my youngest blushes at the mention of Megan Fox. There’d be no new and nifty swear words that my parents hand me like little gifts so I can use them in future books. There’d be no one to threaten death by sock asphyxiation with—which, in and of itself can be a real stress-reliever 😀

So I guess I’ll keep ‘em. But if any of you find yourselves lonely, in need of big strong, well-mannered boys to move heavy objects, a dog who’s’ happy to snuggle with you if you can get up at four in the morning to take him out because his bladder is weak, or if you need a little saucy commentary from senior citizens to add sunshiney goodness to your days, I know where you can find them.

This is me, waiting for your call.

Anxiously. 😀

Dakota 😀


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