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“You’re not stupid. Not in the slightest.”

Her smile was without humor. “Yeah, okay.”

“You aren’t.” The certainty in his voice nearly convinced her.

“Please. I’d almost rather go running into certain danger than head home because I’d be less lonely. If that doesn’t make me stupid, what does it make me?” She regretted the bleating, overly introspective words as soon as she uttered them.

“Human. We’re social creatures, Jules.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry, forget I said anything.”

“You know I’m always here. You don’t have to be lonely.”

So selfish: it wasn’t enough that he was on call around the clock for her, accessible at the touch of a button. She wanted to be able to reach out and tap him on the back whenever she needed him. Grab his arm. Run her fingers over his lips—

You need to stop those fantasies, kiddo. If there had been a hope in hell that he’d fall for her the way she had for him, she’d made it even slimmer tonight with all her bleating. “I know.”

“I didn’t know you were so unhappy.”

“I’m not.” Why would she be unhappy? She had food in her belly and a really fulfilling job. To be unhappy would be monumentally ungrateful. It wasn’t like she deserved anything more than what she had.

“Tell me what would make you happy.”

You. Someone of my own. “I am happy.”

“I’m not.”

She blinked.

“I should be,” he continued huskily. “But I’m not.”

“Why not?” He had everything. Family. Friends. Sure, they lived in a bunker, but at least he lived with them.

“For the same reason I guess anyone’s unhappy. Something’s missing.”

She drew her knees up to her chest. “Do you know what’s missing for you?”

He paused. “Yes.”

“What is it? Can’t you fix it?”

“Sometimes it’s easier to know what’s causing the void than to go about fixing it.”

He was absolutely right—those were two entirely different beasts.

She could, of course, tell him. Go past their constant flirtation and make it clear that somewhere along the line she’d developed feelings for her long-distance colleague.

Like a movie, she could see a split screen in her head of the two scenarios that would result: A) he would fall to her feet in worship or B) he would rebuff her. Gently, because that was his style. She wouldn’t lose him because he had no choice but to interact with her, but she’d lose this—these late-night conversations, the thrill of flirtation, his friendship.

The risk of B was too great to conquer the reward of A.

“I know exactly what you mean,” she murmured. It was still dark outside, and her internal clock told her there were hours to go before travel was safe. She lay back in her bed, unsure of what else to say to her handler.

She should hang up with him. But it felt nice to talk to him like this, in the dark, when the world was so quiet and uncertain all around her. A chill ran through her, and she wished she had a blanket. She’d been tempted to grab a comforter from one of the rooms in the house she’d broken into. They’d felt like silk and hadn’t been too dusty. Since the owners of them had probably died or been turned, Jules felt skeevy about using the belongings she found in her temporary abodes, though occasionally needs won out.

A change of subject was called for. “You never told me what you dream about.”

“What’s that?”

“Quid pro quo, right? I show you mine, you show me yours? I more than showed you mine, güey.”

“Oh. Um. I was joking.”

“You shouldn’t throw out jokes unless you’re ready to back them up with action,” she teased. “Come on, now.”

“Nah. I don’t dream, not really.”

“Now who’s lying?”

“Lots of people forget their dreams,” he protested.

“Not you. You’re too detail oriented and aware of everything to shut yourself down at night.” No, there was something he didn’t particularly want to tell her. He was rattled, and like always, it tickled her. “Tell me. Is it unicorns? You dream about unicorns, right?”

“Yes. Unicorns. I love ’em. They prance through my sleep on cotton-candy clouds.”

“Or maybe you dream that you’re naked in front of a crowd and you have to recite the Gettysburg Address.”

His voice deepened. “Occasionally, I am naked, no lie.”

Jules licked her lips. How he could send her from despair and sadness to laughter to arousal with simple changes in pitch and tone was beyond her. “Is that right? Well now, that image is sure to haunt me.”

“I’d worry over whether you meant that in a good way or a bad way, but since you’ve never seen me, I don’t think you can mean either.”

“That would be cool.”


“If I knew what you looked like,” she blurted out, and then felt immediately foolish.

Christ. Could she be any more of a girl?

He was silent. No doubt thinking of how to extricate himself from this. She opened her mouth at the same moment he spoke. “Is that…important to you?”

“Knowing what you look like?”


“No.” She squirmed. “I’m sorry. It’s just that you’ve been in my head for so long, I felt like… I didn’t mean to cross any lines, so please forget…”

“No. Of course it makes sense that you would wish to see me, especially when I know what you look like.”

“How do you know what I look like?”

“Sometimes if I’m tuned in to you and you pass a mirror or your reflection, I catch a glimpse.”

Oh. That certainly made her feel vulnerable, though she knew that wasn’t his intent. “I guess when I said you’re detail oriented, I wasn’t wrong, huh?”

“Like I said, I know it’s not fair. If you want, we can try…” He hesitated. “Are you in a secure location? Can you put on your specs?”

As secure as she would ever get, and even with the VR specs on, she could still hear fine. Mystified, she leaned over the side of the bed and pulled them out of her knapsack. They looked like plastic goggles a mad scientist might wear, with a strong rubber band that went around the back of the head to keep them from slipping off. They were black, and a cord dangling off the side plugged them into a side slot on her collar.

“I have them. Am I training now?” She knew how to fight, but since Sanctuary had supplied her with this newfangled technology along with her collar, she’d started combat training with the virtual-reality goggles on. When she plugged it into her collar, James was able to upload virtual assailants for her to fight against.

It felt real to her. She supposed she looked like a fool, but no one was ever around to see her, and it served to keep her reflexes sharp.

“Not exactly. We’ve been working on something, and I want to see if it works. Put them on.”

She slipped them over her head and plugged them into the collar, staring into the blank nothingness of the glasses. “Done.”

“Give me a second.”

A second was all it took. For her combat training, James usually uploaded a program that gave her a weight room backdrop. That wasn’t what she saw now. This was a pastoral scene. Green grass lay in a rolling carpet, up to a house in the distance. Weeping willows kissed the ground.


Possibly the prettiest thing she’d seen in a while. The last time she’d come across a park, the overgrown lawn and weed-choked playground had depressed the hell out of her.

There was a moment of disorientation, and the scene became three dimensional. She wasn’t a watcher any longer, she was in it. The bed beneath her morphed into the soft grass. The chirp of birds sang in her ears, the trickle of a nearby river running merrily along.

Not pretty. Beautiful. Christ, how long had it been since she had experienced a quiet that was peaceful instead of fraught with the silence of those who had lived and died or run away?

She raised her hand to shade her eyes from the too-bright sun, watching as a colorful bird jumped from one branch of the tree to the next. The brush of her arm against something soft had her glancing down to find herself garbed, not in her usual rough clothes, but in a white satin halter dress with blue flowers strewn over it. Bemused, she touched the skirt. She didn’t own any dresses, and she certainly never wore white. It showed bloodstains too well.


She didn’t jump, though the temptation was there. No one ever, ever crept up on her back. But she knew that voice, and she knew who would be standing there.


The Blurb


ShadowLands, Book 1

Analyst James Bennett has spent the years since humankind fell victim to the Illness living underground. Part of an elite group of survivors determined to save their race, his only interaction with the blood-drinking Shadows roaming the Earth is through surveillance technology carried by his team of search-and-rescue agents. Scarred by vicious events, he has no desire to leave the safety of his bunker for the dangerous world outside—until he recruits a tough, haunted young woman clear across the country.

Former gang member Jules Guerrero learned two things early on: the value of loyalty and never backing down from a fight. Both of those teachings come in handy now that her job description includes protecting humans and kicking Shadow ass. But it’s hard to keep her mind strictly on her mission when all she can think about is the man whose voice keeps her sane through the depths of each dark night.

When Jules is captured and threatened by a rogue organization even more bloodthirsty than the Shadows, James must draw on all of his courage to fuel a furious cross-country chase through the lawless land…before the Jules he loves is destroyed forever.

Warning: Contains a hero who would fight monsters for his love, a heroine out to save the world, a treacherous wasteland, poetry as foreplay and flesh-eating enemies.


Available November 6, 2012



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For millennia, the struggle between light and dark, between the upper and lower realms, has been policed by a secret group of warriors culled from every fabric of existence. They are both otherworld and human, male and female. They are light and dark themselves and known to each other as the League of Guardians. Their pledge: to protect the line between dominions and make sure neither side grows too powerful. If they fall, so shall the earth, the heavens, and Hell. And there will be no more.



Water dripped somewhere behind Logan Winters. It was a steady fall, onehe’d heard for days, it seemed, and yet he knew it could only have been a few hours.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

It would eventually drive him crazy, he knew this, but for the moment his sanity was intact. For the moment, he was still alive. Besides, he’d rather concentrate on the wet, monotonous sound that echoed against cold stone than the pain that ripped across every inch of his body.

Because it was a pain he was all too familiar with and he sure as hell knew what was coming next.

Another wave of hurt rolled over him, but Logan managed to hide a groan, aware he was no longer alone. Aware that she was back, and as a new scent drifted over to him, he realized she wasn’t alone. Something dark, putrid, and malevolent had joined her. One of her pets, no doubt.

He tensed and prepared himself for what was to come. He knew it would be awful. He knew it would be brutal and without mercy. Such was the way of it down here in District Three. In Hell.

Logan’s arms—spread wide and held up by chains of fire—ached, the muscles stiff and useless. His left eye was swollen shut, his cheekbone smashed, the fingers on his right hand broken. His bottom lip oozed blood, but it was only one of many abrasions that marred his face, chest, and torso.

And they’d barely gotten started.

He saw her then. Her pale, white feet, toes painted blood red—and then slowly as he raised his head—her rounded hips, tapered waist, and breasts that swelled generously, their puckered tips a dusty rose. She wore a sheer bit of cloth that did nothing to hide her nakedness. Her skin was creamy, her mouth plump, the candy-red lips slightly parted. Not one blemish marred her flesh, and her long hair hung in golden ropes over her shoulders, streaming down like shining wisps of the silkiest threads.


His chest burned with hatred and his heart was tight with pain as he gazed into eyes that seemed to look right through him. He clenched his teeth, ignored the pain, and let his beast show through. He vowed, if nothing else, that he would survive this.

He had to, or all was lost.


The Blurb

Logan and Kira’s epic love story, first seen in Wrong Side of Hell, continues…

All Logan Winters wants is to be left alone with the woman he loves. But fate isn’t on his side and the demon Lilith isn’t to be trifled with. She wants to know the secrets he will never give up and he’ll do anything to make sure they stay hidden. On the run, with a secret of her own to keep and protect, Kira Dove must do whatever it takes to survive. But Kira and Logan soon discover that the path to salvation is littered with treachery, and they’ll each have to journey to hell and back to make sure their love survives the oncoming storm…


Available October 30, 2012


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The whiskey burned smooth all the way down, worth every penny Dallas charged, and Noelle barely had time to lift the empty glass triumphantly above her head before someone dragged her into the crowd. Lips landed on her cheek. Someone else swept her into a hug. The redheaded stranger from Dallas’s party snatched her away from Amira and planted a kiss right on her lips before passing her on to the next person in the circle with a grin.

So it went, all the way around the circle. Kisses, hugs, a few pats on the shoulder and one or two on the hip, but all fond and good-natured instead of lascivious. Ace got her last and sent her back to Rachel with a swat on the ass.

Noelle still held the shot glass in one hand, so she slammed it on the table upside down and laughed. “Do I do that every time?”

“Do what?” Rachel asked innocently as she handed over another shot. “Vodka’s up. Next is the tequila, so pace yourself.”

Sound advice, but Noelle downed the vodka and dropped the shot glass this time before she was whisked away by the revelers. Her skin tingled more this time around, and she was laughing by the time she reached the table again.

The tequila made her cough, but she drank all of that, too, before spinning into the crowd with a triumphant noise that felt right. Ace grinned and claimed his kiss before passing her along. It took longer, the hugs lingering and the kisses coming in twos and threes.

She was only halfway around the circle when the dizzy warmth crept from her stomach up into her chest, which was right about when the latest man relinquished her quickly.

To Jasper.

He looked down at her with a half-smile and rubbed her bare upper arms. “Sorry I’m late.”

The warmth of his hands shot straight to her core, though that could have been the tequila, too. Or the vodka. Maybe the whiskey, making its presence known with a slow burn that turned her smile wickedly bold. “You missed two kisses. I gave them to Ace instead.”

“Hell yeah, she did,” Ace called from the opposite side of the circle. “You gonna come get them, brother?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Jasper tilted her head back with his fingers under her chin. “Three shots. Still steady on your feet?”

“Steady enough,” she lied, fidgeting under his unwavering gaze. He had a way of looking at her that made the rest of the room seem frozen, as if they couldn’t possibly be interrupting anything because nothing important would dare happen while his attention was fixed on her.

“Good.” He released her, but not before brushing his lips over hers. “Congratulations, sweetheart.”

No, that warmth wasn’t the liquor. It was all him, and it expanded to fill her as she leaned up to kiss him once more. “See you next time around,” she whispered against his mouth, then laughed and spun into the arms of the grinning man next to him.

She wasn’t steady on her feet by the time she came back around to Ace. He whirled her like a dancer, and the room kept on moving, dipping dizzily to the side before righting itself. She stumbled back toward Rachel and crashed into Jasper.


Blinking, Noelle pulled back to peer up at him. “Did you come to get your kisses from Ace?”

Jasper didn’t answer. Instead, he picked up the next shot Rachel had poured and tipped it back. Then he slipped an arm around Noelle’s waist, dragged her close, and bent his head to hers.

Liquor spilled across her tongue. Not the whole shot, not even most of it, but enough to give her the taste of it. His lips crushed against hers, hot and a little rough, the sensation a thousand times more intense with the entire gang forming a cheering, catcalling wall around them. She couldn’t forget that everyone was watching as he chased the booze with his tongue, and then she couldn’t care because he knew how to kiss her knees weak.

The Blurb

All Noelle Cunningham has ever wanted is a life beyond–beyond the walls of Eden, where only the righteous are allowed to remain, and beyond her stiflingly restrictive existence as a councilman’s daughter. But only ruins lie outside the City, remnants of a society destroyed by solar storms decades earlier.

The sectors surrounding Eden house the corrupt, the criminal–men like Jasper McCray, bootlegger and cage fighter. Jas clawed his way up from nothing to stand at the right hand of Sector Four’s ruthless leader, and he’ll defend the O’Kane gang with his life. But no fight ever prepared him for the exiled City girl who falls at his feet.

Her innocence is undeniable, but so is their intense sexual attraction, and soon they’re crossing every boundary Noelle barely knew she had. But if she wants to belong to Jas, first she’ll have to open herself to the gang, to a dangerous world of sex, lust and violence. A world where passion is power, and freedom is found in submission.

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Lying on his back, his hands stacked beneath his head, Dax stared at the ceiling and listened to Arwen’s house breathe. Water pipes clinked in the attic. The a/c kicked on and windows rattled. Boards popped with the change in the temperature, groaning and old. A branch of the live oak throwing cover from the west gave the roof an occasional scrape.


Home noises. Comfortable noises. Noises only a guest would hear.


No strings. She’d let him into her house, trusted him not to rob her blind. Trusted him with her cat. Trusted him when few in Crow Hill ever had, and when he’d done nothing to deserve her investment.


That had kept him up for awhile, trying to figure out what she was thinking, but not for long. He was as beat as he kept hearing he looked, and since he couldn’t do anything about his workload or genetics, the only thing for it was sleep.


He’d set the alarm for five, and a glance at the digital display had him shutting off the clock before its scheduled buzz. He hated to move. The bed was heaven, but then he’d been sleeping on a bunk that had seen better days and the weight of too many bodies.


On the pillow beside him, Crush stretched and glared, obviously not a fan of four forty-five. Dax reached over and scratched the cat’s stomach, his arm going numb from the vibrating purr turning his muscles to mush.


“Gotta go,” he whispered, extricating himself slowly from the sheet and the comforter but mostly from the rumbling cat in case it decided to flex its claws. Wearing nothing but his briefs, he stepped across the hall to the bathroom, took care of business, then went back for his clothes.


He got as far as pulling on his jeans before thinking better of dressing the rest of the way. He had a few minutes to spare, and he owed his hostess a proper—though, granted, a quick—thank you.


It was when he stopped in the open doorway of Arwen’s room that he changed his mind. Not about showing his appreciation for the use of the guest quarters, but about saying it with more than his mouth.


Truth be told, her bedroom décor was pretty much a bucket of ice water poured down his pants. The pink and cream and lace made him think of his grandmother. Of pigtails and little girls.


It did not make him think about sex, though once he’d focused on what he’d come for, Arwen’s ass in black boy shorts quickly took care of that. She lay on her side, a cotton-candy colored pillow tucked to her chest.


Her back was bare, her dark hair a tumbled mess around her shoulders, her knees drawn up in the fetal position, her bottom as close to naked as it needed to be for him to forget everything else.


He could slip a finger beneath the fabric of her undies and be inside her before either of them blinked. He could turn her on her back and push into her with his tongue. He could turn her on her stomach, and slide his cock deep in her ass.


And yet he found himself wanting to take her to dinner, to go dancing, drinking. To hold her in his arms, her body close to his, and sway to some classic George Straight.


Where that had come from he had no idea, and didn’t care right now to find out. Not when he was hard and thick, his tip already wet, his balls anxious and heavy.


He set the bundle of his boots and shirt on the floor, dropped his hat on top, shucked down his jeans and stepped out of them. Then he crawled onto the bed and hovered above her, a palm on the mattress at her back.


Still sleeping, she rolled into his arm, the position lifting her top leg to his liking. He pulled aside the crotch of her shorts, his knuckle grazing her heated skin, then rubbed the head of his cock through her folds, spreading both his moisture and hers.


She shuddered, moaned, and he pushed into her, filling her until his sac bumped her ass.


“Good morning,” he said, and her eyes fluttered open and her tongue came out to wet her lips. “Just wanted to give you a proper thank you for the use of the bed.”


“I like your idea of proper,” she said, still half asleep, the husky raw note in her voice inviting, as was the play of the moonlight through her windows on her skin.


She was curvy and lush and all kinds of ripe, and he enjoyed a whole lot the way she tightened around him, pulling on his cock, keeping him. He planted his other hand on the bed beneath her tits, trapping her as he thrust, withdrew, thrust again.


Then he stayed deep, grinding against her, losing a little of himself he didn’t think he’d ever get back. “You should see my collection of improper ones.”


“Show me,” she said, pulling her knees to her chest, and pushing her bottom into his groin. “Start with hard and fast.”


That he could do, and he only wondered for a moment if she’d picked it because he had to go, or if she wanted to get back to sleep, or maybe got off that way best of all. And then the moment was gone and she was twisting her hips and him, too, doing a mean figure eight with his business.


A match lit deep between his legs, fire eating him up like tinder, burning as he pumped and drove himself home. She grunted each time he hit bottom, and she reached between her legs, using the vee of her fingers to catch at the ridge of his cock with each pass, using her thumb against her clit and writhing.


It was too much, all the noise and the fingering and the way her pussy sucked him in and spit him out. He slammed into her, his balls slapping her, his thighs on fire, his shoulders torched with the strain. He tossed back his head, beat himself against her, his testicles aching, his cock the only thing he knew.


He balanced himself and grabbed her leg, turning her from her side to her back, hooking her knee over his elbow to spread her wide. Then he became the rutting beast she’d asked for, giving her every bit of hard and fast he’d held back in the tub. Held back for years before that because he’d never had a woman ask for it all. And he’d never wanted to let a woman in.


She whimpered, panted, and he knew he was hurting her, but she wouldn’t let him ease up or slow down, and her cries echoed in his head, as did her repeated and breathless, “Don’t you dare stop.”


He didn’t. He fucked her until he saw stars, and somewhere in his head he knew she finished, shuddering beneath him in a violent wet rush of contractions. But he was shaking, bucking, his muscles beat all to hell by brutal twelve hour days.


His strength sapped like a weeping willow, he collapsed on top of her, spurted inside of her, rubbed his face in the silk of her hair where it lay in ribbons on her pillow.


“I’m not usually that improper,” he finally found his voice to say. “Seems kinda heathen to rush through something deserving more time.”


“Go to work,” she told him, rolling away. “I’m sleepy.”


“Yes ma’am,” he said, though it was twenty minutes before he moved, and even longer until he let himself realize he’d opened up a can of big-time trouble.


The Blurb


There was a time when Crow Hill, Texas’s notorious Dalton Gang ran wild. Now, as owners of the Dalton Ranch, their partnership in the rundown operation leaves little time for raising hell—except for the right women who can turn on the heat…

It’s been sixteen years since Dax Campbell set foot in Crow Hill—and sixteen years since Arwen Poole had a crush on him in high school. Unfortunately, setting her sights on this irresistible man again has stirred up a lot of unfulfilled desires in Arwen. A few nights in bed with Dax should get him out of her system once and for all. That’s all she wants. And for now, that’s all she needs.

But Dax is looking for something deeper in a woman. So they agree to an unconventional affair: for every no-strings sexual encounter Arwen craves, Dax gets to take her out for a night of romance. While both manage to hold up their end of the bargain, they’re growing closer than either of them can afford. Because Dax has a family secret that could drive him out of Crow Hill for good, and Arwen’s not letting him go without a fight…


Available October 2, 2012


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“Yuk it up, furball, but you didn’t see the colors swirling around him. Black and icky green. Not the good green like grass, but the glowing eerie shit that scares you in bad horror movies.”
“Furball?” Wait. “How did you know he was a wizard?”
She shrugged. “The same way I knew you were a wizard. It’s in your magic.”
He blinked. “I had no idea you were a witch.”
“Really?” The surprise in her voice turned into a smug smile. “Cool.”
He rolled his eyes. “I can show you the spell I cast to call you to me if you like.”
She tilted her head. “You think I’ll understand your spell?”
“I don’t see why not.”
Her mouth opened again but nothing came out, the surprise there nearly causing him to laugh. She must not have expected him to offer to show her the spell. “Huh. I never thought I’d see the day a wizard offered to show a witch his workroom.” She stood. “Bring it on.”
He grinned. “Follow me.”
“Where have I heard that before?” She followed him out of the bedroom and down the stairs. “Oh, wait, I remember now. I think it was the time just before you drugged my hot chocolate.”
“Can you prove I drugged your hot chocolate?”
She growled, then huffed out a breath. “No.”
“Well then.” He opened the door to his workroom. “Here you are.”
She walked past him into the room only his family was allowed into. His wards let her in easily, barely rippling around her. “Whoa.” She put her hand to her forehead. “What was that?”
“My protection spells.”
Her eyes went wide, her face paling. “Am I about to experience being inside out?”
He huffed out a startled laugh. “No, of course not!”
She turned to look up at him, her gaze following him when he moved into the workroom. “Because you’re with me, right?”
He merely raised one brow.
He sat behind his desk, ignoring the open Registry. He had no doubt she would look him up in it soon enough, the same way he’d looked her up. “It let you through because it knows you’re family.”
She sat in front of his desk with a thump. “Oh.”
He leaned forward. “Welcome home.”

The Blurb

Strike a match, light the candle…and fall into the spell.

Christopher Beckett is from an ancient line of wizards, but with one aspect that sets him apart. His wolf. Right now that wolf is howling for a mate. Knowing it’s only a matter of time before the wolf’s needs override everything else in his life, Chris casts the spell all the Becketts have used to call their mates to them.

His wish list is short: She must be of a lineage at least as old as his own. And she must accept his wolf. When his mate appears, he realizes his list should have been one item longer.

Alannah Evans, a powerful witch of the Evans Coven, has no problem with Chris’s wolf. It’s the wizard part that sticks in her magical craw. Witches and wizards have always been at odds, so by rights, she and Chris shouldn’t be striking sparks of attraction this bright. But Chris will not be denied, and gradually she finds herself trusting him—then falling into the fire of desire.

When it becomes clear an old enemy has targeted them both for death, Chris charges into a duel that could cost him his life. Or worse: Lana.

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Shelley turned away under the excuse of grabbing her instruments, but honestly she couldn’t bear to watch Chase strip off his shirt. The buttons had sounded loud in her ears, and the thought of having this delicious man half-naked in her office—oh boy.

She was a dirty pervert, the thoughts running through her brain.

The past three nights she’d been thinking about him and her lost opportunity at the party. Caroline had been kind and stopped teasing after only a couple more digs. Shelley had been the one to administer chastisement for the next while. She could have had a man in her bed, but instead she was making herself come in the middle of the night, waking up to feverish dreams, all of which involved Chase.

Now he was here and she had to touch him.

She was either being punished or rewarded, and she wasn’t sure which.

“I’m ready.”

Slow and steady, there was a teasing lilt to his voice, as if he knew she was hiding as she gathered tools. Shelley braced herself and lifted her chin as she turned back.

She should have grabbed a towel to catch her drool. My, oh my, he was a fine specimen. Sharply muscular, the combination of wolf and cat turning his leanness into hard lines. “You must have the most incredible metabolism,” she commented.

“Hard to take in too many calories, that’s for sure.”

Ripped. Strong. Shelley took his blood pressure and did all the routine checks as stoically as possible, but there was no way to stop him from scenting how turned on she was. His skin was hot under her fingers as she removed the blood pressure cuff from his biceps, and she fought to not linger as she held the stethoscope to his chest.

Sweet mercy, the hair on his chest was thicker than your average wolf—perhaps his cat nature coming to the fore. She imagined petting him, playing her fingertips through the soft curls. Working her way lower until—

It wasn’t professional of her to think that way. It wasn’t professional to be feeling any of the things she was feeling, but damn if she could stop herself.

She moved faster, rushing through the steps, trying to keep her focus on what she needed to do, which was not leaning over to lick him.

Not even once.

A strong grip wrapped around her wrist, trapping her in place.

“Shelley. Slow down. We should talk about this.”

“Talk about what?”


He tugged her between his legs and lifted her chin as his lips covered hers.

It was oh, so wrong and oh, so right. Shelley let the stethoscope fall from her fingers and gave into the urge to press her fingers against his pelt and run her hands up his chest. He’d wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and controlled her, kissing her softly but insistently. His tongue stroking hers, lips teasing and demanding a response. They weren’t diminishing, they weren’t going away, the urges inside her.

But they also weren’t uncontrollable. It was lust, pure and simple, not a frantic mating urge, and that made her feel a little better. Maybe she’d kick her own ass in a few minutes, but for the next sixty seconds she was going to take this in and enjoy every second.

Hmm, she’d set the examination tables at the right height for her to check dogs, cats and other pets without having to stoop or lift up. That put his groin and hers nicely in line and as he kissed her—no, as she now kissed him, heat transferred between them in the most delightful way. He stroked her hair, his other hand slipping behind her back and pressing her against him. Her T-shirt could have evaporated for all the barrier it provided. Her nipples tightened, her sex ached for a touch. The only part of her body truly happy was her mouth because he tasted so. Damn. Good.

The Blurb

If a tree falls in the forest, duck…

Life in isolation is the safest place for Chase Johnson, a crossbreed who doesn’t know which form he’ll assume next—cougar or wolf. Once a year, his unelected position as spokesman for the Yukon outcasts forces him to visit civilization. This time he runs across someone unexpected. She’s not his mate, but she pushes all the right buttons.

It’s taken years for Shelley Bradley to gather the courage to return to her home pack. In spite of being the lowest of the low—a shifter who can’t shift—she’s determined to make a place for herself as the Whitehorse locals’ new vet-slash-doctor.

There’s definite electricity between her and Chase, but sex with fellow shifters and the inherent mind games got old a long time ago. Ignoring him seems best. When he shows up at her office with a wound that won’t heal, she’s stuck—yet drawn to solve this medical mystery.

As they journey deep into outcast territory in search of answers, their powerful sexual attraction crumbles her resistance. But time is of the essence. If a cure can’t be found before his human and cougar succumb to his injury, he—and others like him—will die.

Warning: Contains a silver-tongued, hairy-chested, lean-muscled Alpha who’s got what it takes to lead in the wilderness and in the bedroom. Yeah, I know…not really much of a deterrent, is it? Throw in continuing territorial wars and a domestic cat. Stir and enjoy the chaos.

Available September 11, 2012






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The Tease

She stared at him, her mouth falling open. “What are you saying, exactly?”

“You need to do some research for your articles. And I’m happy to help.”

“You want to help me research the seven sexy sins? Personally? Like, not in books?”

“Absolutely. Sounds like great fun.” They studied each other for a moment. Eventually he gave a short laugh. “You needn’t look quite so shocked.” His eyes twinkled. “Don’t you find me attractive?”

She gave him a wry look. “Of course I do—you know you’re sex on legs. That’s hardly the point.”

“So what is the point?”

“Dan would kill you if he knew you’d even suggested this.”

“Toby suggested it—he didn’t kill him.”

“Toby wasn’t serious.”

Rusty snorted. “Of course he was. He’d give his right arm to get you into bed.”

Shock rippled through her. “What are you talking about? I’m just Dan’s little sister. I’m hardly the target of anyone’s sexual fantasies.”

“Have you looked in the mirror lately?”

“I…” She looked down at herself before looking back up. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re not twelve anymore. You’re not even fifteen. You’re a grown woman, with all the relevant…attributes. You must be aware every guy at the party tonight fantasised about seeing you naked at some point.”

“Rusty!” Her cheeks grew hot. Inside, however, she glowed at the thought that he saw her as an adult and not only as Dan’s younger sibling.

He laughed. “Faith, honestly. Are you that naive?”

She looked down at her hands. Yes, she thought, I am that naive. In spite of the fact that she advised women more than twice her age on her blog, and she wasn’t a virgin, she knew she was more innocent than most girls in their twenties. She was the youngest of their crowd, and she’d thought they’d always seen her as the baby. She’d never considered they saw her as a sexual possibility, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it.

She shifted in her seat. “I don’t understand. Why say this now? That night we kissed at my eighteenth birthday party… The next day you cold-shouldered me. I’d assumed you weren’t interested in me.”

She hadn’t mentioned it since it happened. It had surprised her at the time. It had been six months before the death of her and Dan’s parents. Blissfully unaware of what the following year was to bring, she’d been dancing in the garden, and Rusty had caught her hand and dragged her with him into the lemon trees. She’d gone laughingly, the sound of cicadas loud in her ears and the scent of lemons and mandarins in the air, expecting a quick peck or a teasing grope from an old friend to mark her coming of age, which she knew she’d be expected to resist with feigned indignation. Instead, however, he’d cupped her face in his hands, studied her for a moment and then kissed her. He’d brushed his tongue with hers and slipped his hand through her hair, making her heart thunder with unexpected passion. She’d gone to bed excited and dreaming of him, but the next day he’d been his usual self, cool and offhand. She’d felt hurt and a little stupid for being childish enough to think it meant something, but had done her best to forget it ever happened, wanting to keep his friendship, even if she couldn’t have anything more.

“Do you remember what I looked like the next morning?” he said.

“I don’t…oh wait, you had a black eye, didn’t you? You said you walked into a lamppost on the way home.”

“It wasn’t a lamppost—it was Dan’s fist.”

Her eyes widened. “You’re kidding me.”

“No. He saw us. And he knocked me flat into a pile of gorse. Fucking stung, I can tell you.”

She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oh Rusty, I’m sorry.”

He grinned. “No worries. I backed off after that. I didn’t want to lose his friendship, and I realised he was right. I’m no good for you, Faith. Hell, I’m no good for any woman. I’ll never make a great husband. I’m under no illusions about that.”

She frowned again. “I hate it when you talk like that.”

“Well, it’s true.”

“No, it’s not. Just because your dad’s a prick doesn’t mean you’ll be the same.”

He shrugged. “It’s in the blood, and I’m not going to give it a chance to rear its ugly head.”


“Look.” He shifted in his seat. “This isn’t about me—it’s about you. I may be useless long term, but I’m not bad in bed.”

“I think you’re underestimating yourself, from what I’ve heard.”

“Well, that’s very kind.” He gave her a sexy smile. “Don’t you think it would be fun to practise your seven sins on me?” His green eyes were hot and lusty.

A strange shiver ran through her from her toes to the top of her head. They studied each other for a while. A smile crept onto her lips at the teasing look in his eyes. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re imagining doing each of the sins to me.”

“I am.”

“Well stop.” Her cheeks burned again. “This is crazy. I’d be mad to agree.”

“Why? I thought we were friends.”

“That’s what I meant.” She frowned. He was so gorgeous. She didn’t have any trouble admitting that. And she was happy to admit this wasn’t the first time she’d wondered what he was like in bed. His girlfriends had always enthused about his talents, even after he’d dumped them, and she’d been curious from a very young age as to what he got up to under the covers. But she’d always considered Dan’s friends to be off limits because he’d been so adamant that was the case, so she’d never considered any of them seriously. And because of that, they’d all grown to be close friends.

He reached out and took her hand. “Don’t look sad.”

“I couldn’t bear to lose you.”

“Lose me? Why would you lose me?”

“Afterward. Wouldn’t it be weird?”

He shrugged. “Toby and Eve dated before she went out with Dan.”

“True, although that was several years ago.”

He studied her for a moment. He brushed her knuckles with his thumb. The gesture wasn’t sexual, but it made a frisson of desire run through her, and she realised that she was attracted to him, very much. He tipped his head, and she saw his gaze rest on her lips. “You know it was only a matter of time.”


“Before we got down and dirty.”

Her eyes widened, and her heart thumped. Suddenly she realised Rusty wasn’t helping her out of the kindness of his heart. He really wanted to go to bed with her. Rusty Thorne, who, let’s face it, knew his way around the bedroom and could teach her a trick or two. The thought made her dizzy.

Then her brain kicked in. This is a bad idea. How many girls’ hearts had he broken over the years? She knew what he was like, how he refused to commit.

But he wasn’t talking about a long-term relationship, was he? He was talking about a finite agreement, seven sexual encounters. A tutor in the ways of love, to teach her all the things she’d never experienced. As a professional educator, Rusty saw it as his duty to instruct those less knowledgeable than him.

She licked her lips. “I’d want a contract.”

His lips curved. “A contract?”

“Specifying it would be for seven times only.”

“Of course.”

“Don’t make fun of me, Rusty.”

“I’m not.” But his eyes were amused.

“This is all about research. I’d have to take notes.”

He gave a short laugh, but nodded. “Okay.”

“I mean it. I’d run the show. My work’s important to me. I’d want to get it right. If we did this, it would be for exploring these seven sins with the aim of writing the articles. No messing around, no getting sidetracked.”

“I understand.”

She looked at his mouth. She could still remember how soft his lips had been that night he’d kissed her. “Strictly business.”

“Absolutely.” He met her gaze. “Can I kiss you now?”

Her heart pounded. “Absolutely not. I haven’t finished yet.”


“The contract will state that this remains secret. No telling any of our friends and definitely no telling Dan.”

“Well, obviously. I’d like to keep my balls intact.”

She bit her lip, trying not to smile. She was serious about this. “And if we did go ahead with it, we couldn’t go to your place or mine. A motel, out of town.”

“Sure. Sounds fun.” In the darkness of the car, his green eyes were the colour of a forest stream, wild and mysterious.

A thrill of excitement ran through her. Was she really considering this? Having sex with Rusty? Carrying out each of the seven sins with him? Watching porn, letting him lick chocolate sauce off her, letting him…oh dear Lord…perform oral sex on her? She couldn’t. Could she? She swallowed. “Why did you say ‘it’s only a matter of time’?”

He shifted in his seat, moving closer to her. “Because I’ve been waiting for it to happen. Haven’t you?”

“No,” she whispered.

He smiled. “Liar.” He was inches away from her now. “I’ve wanted you since you were eighteen.” He leaned forward and brushed her temple with his lips. “Actually, longer than that. Only I don’t want to sound like a pervert.”


“I’m going to kiss you now.”

She wanted to refuse but found she couldn’t. His arm was along the back of her seat, tanned and muscled, sprinkled with reddish-brown hairs, his bare chest inches from her fingers. Why hadn’t she noticed before how tall he was, how broad his shoulders were? “No tongues,” she warned him, heart thumping. “Not till the contract’s signed.”

The Blurb

The road to passion is paved with guilty pleasures.

Faith Hillman is in a bit of a pickle. She’s been commissioned to write a series of magazine articles on spicing up your love life. She’s got the theme—the “Seven Sexy Sins”—but there’s one major problem. She hasn’t experienced any of them.

Ever since Faith’s older brother gave Rusty Thorne a black eye for kissing her on her eighteenth birthday, he’s kept his distance, waiting for the right time to make his move. This is it. She needs a research partner? He’s the man for the job.

When sex-on-legs Rusty offers his services, Faith is all over it—with one caveat. The notorious heartbreaker must sign a confidentiality contract. Just to keep him safe from her brother’s wrath, of course….and her heart off Rusty’s long list of conquests.

As they work their wicked way through the list, the implications of the contract hit Rusty as hard as the handcuffs binding his wrists to the bed. For it isn’t just Faith’s touch that rocks his world. It’s the way his heart likes it that blows his defenses out of the water. And makes him wonder, when the contract ends, if he can bear let her go.

Product warning: Includes rebellious hero who enjoys inserting Tab A into Slots B, C, and even occasionally D. Also includes highly inappropriate use of a Mars Bar.

Available August 7, 2012




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The Tease

“What the hell are you doing?” The ranger’s growl startled her badly. She nearly fell face-first into the fire but, lucky for her, he grabbed her hair and yanked her back in time.

Her pride and her scalp smarting, she gulped down the lump of fear lodged in her throat. Before she even caught her breath, he was kicking dirt onto the fire.

“What the hell are you doing?” She threw his own words right back at him. “You told me to start a fire, Ranger.”

“I didn’t tell you to build a bonfire you could see from twenty miles away.” He kicked enough dirt onto the flames to shrink the merry fire into a weak pile of embers.

“How was I to know that?” She scrambled to her feet, righteous fury coursing through her veins. “You bark orders at me and walk away.”

He scowled down at her, his expression as dark as thunderclouds. “You’d do well to listen to those orders. I said get a small fire started. The important word there was ‘small.’”

“You are a bully and a jackass.” Olivia poked him in his chest, which was so hard her finger smarted. Was the man made from an oak tree?

“You are a know-it-all and a loudmouth.” His hot breath gusted over her face as he yanked her close.

Their lips met in an apocalyptic clash. Her breath stopped in her throat, trapped by the rush of utter astonishment.

His arms tightened around her waist, bringing her even closer to his incredibly firm body. Each nerve ending sang a different song, some in pleasure, some in horror, others in hunger. Her arms crept around his wide shoulders as the kiss deepened. She knocked his hat off, not caring where it landed.

His tongue slid into her mouth like a conquerer’s, guiding her tongue along with the rest of her. She was swept along by a wave of uncontrollable passion. Her nipples budded against her chemise, rubbing deliciously against the cotton fabric and his chest.


The Blurb

A year after their family was brutally torn apart, the Graham siblings begin to put their lives back together at their ranch in East Texas. With their parents gone, their bonds will truly be tested…

Olivia Graham has worked hard to take care of her family at the Circle Eight Ranch. But their family circle was broken when their young brother Benjy disappeared. Liv can’t shake the feeling that he must be out there, somewhere.

Brody Armstrong, a handsome but rough-around-the-edges Texas Ranger, has been working on their case for months, and now he has a promising lead.

As Liv follows him across the rugged Texas landscape and into Mexico, she’ll begin to find the answers she needs—as Brody finds a passion he didn’t know he wanted…


Available June 26, 2012




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To all the gamer chicks out there: Let’s show the boys how it’s done.

Cyn tossed the wig in the backseat of Julian’s car and sighed. She’d agreed to let him take her home, but only that. The man had barely reached first base, and she had every intention of keeping him there for a while, no matter how good his hands felt. After all, they hadn’t been dating long enough for second yet.

“God, my feet hurt.”

“So does my shin.”

She grinned. That should teach him to keep his hands where she could see them. Besides, he was adorable when he pouted.

“Going to invite me in?”

That deep, dark tone always sent a shiver down her spine, but Cyn stiffened it. She wasn’t going to give in to him that easily. Julian would have to work to earn the right to bite her. “Nope.”

“Damn.” His hand drifted to her thigh. “Have I mentioned I like your costume?”

“Maybe.” She pushed his hand down to her knee. She wasn’t opposed to him touching her. In fact, she’d love to do more than touch, but Cyn wasn’t easy. It was going to take Julian more than a date or three to get her boy shorts off.

That wicked gleam was back in his eye, and she just knew something outrageous was going to pop out of his mouth. “How do you feel about role-playing?”

Cyn bit her cheek to keep from laughing. Role-playing, huh? “Well, Rolemaster was a bitch to learn because of all the Companion books, plus you needed a physics calculator just to figure out your stats.” The car swerved as Julian jerked, his expression shocked. “Some versions of Dungeons and Dragons weren’t too bad, but Star Wars seriously sucked unless you were a Jedi.” She tapped her fingernail against her lips. “Wait, did you mean pen and paper or online RPG’s, because—”

His expression had gone completely blank. “Oh, my god. You’re a geek!”

“Yup.” She waited for the usual explosion she got when she revealed her secret life as a (gasp!) nerd. Most of the guys she dated either laughed their asses off at her, thus ending any chance they had of getting into her boy shorts, or simply stopped calling. What self-respecting man wanted to date a tattooed geek? If anything was capable of scaring Julian off, this would be it.

“That is so fucking hot.” His gaze had turned reverent, those brown eyes sparkling with laughter.

Apparently one freaky Bear did. Cyn’s jaw dropped. “I’m sorry. What did you just say?”

He grinned at her and pulled to the curb before turning in his seat to face her. “What online game do you play?”

She blinked. He couldn’t be serious. Could he? “Which one do you think?”

“I’d say DDO, but I’m betting it’s World of Warcraft. Eve Online would be too boring for you. Not enough action.”

She nodded before she could stop herself. “Wait. You play?”



“Yes.” He was looking confused.

Good, because so was she. “Mr. Shits-in-the-Woods.”

“Hey! I only do that when I’m fuzzy. And I have high speed Internet in my cave, thank you very much. Why, recently, I installed a dorm fridge right next to my sleeping furs.” He crossed his arms and glared at her.

“Fine. Yes, WoW, and I play a paladin.”

He blinked, then grinned. “I play a warlock.”

“Pfft. Of course. It all makes sense now. You’re a spell-caster.” Cyn sneered at him good-naturedly.

“Oh yeah. Because it takes serious brains to beat the bad guys with a huge metal stick.” Julian rolled his eyes in disgust.

Cyn studied her nails. “Oh look, I’m a big, bad warlock. I think I’ll give myself a mani-pedi while my summoned pet does all the work.”

“Yup. I named my pet Paladin.”

They glared at each other across the console. “Hmph.” Cyn relented first. “Maybe we could group sometime.”

“Oh, baby. I am so turned on right now.” Julian leaned forward and tried to steal a kiss.

Cyn added another bruise to his leg. She was really beginning to like these shoes.

“You’re mean.” Julian pouted as he put the car in gear and turned down her street.

“Yes. You have a problem with that?” She was fighting off a laugh. God, the man was such a goof! And he liked the same stuff she did, crazy though it was.

She was in such deep shit.

“Nope.” He pulled into her driveway and cut the engine. “I like it.”

She shivered. His deep voice had turned sultry, sexy as hell. She had goose bumps running down her arms. How the hell was she supposed to resist him when he spoke like that?

He leaned over the console and cupped the back of her head. She had learned to crave his taste in the short time they’d been dating. Cyn wasn’t one to give in to cravings just for the hell of it, but she was learning that Julian’s kiss was more than a craving. It was rapidly becoming an addiction.

Her heart beat faster as his lips drew near. She wanted his kiss more than anything, even more than she’d wanted Living Art. God, what was she supposed to do? Two weeks of dating and the man had her melted into a puddle of mindless goo.

His mouth came down on hers, gentle and patient, his tongue stroking her lips until she parted for him and allowed him inside. His taste hit her, made her shiver. Her nipples beaded beneath her padded bra, a new addition to her wardrobe thanks to a certain sexy Bear. It wouldn’t do to let him know that they went hard whenever he touched her. He kept it slow, languid, seducing her with his kiss, his hands staying exactly where he’d put them.

He was adhering to the rules she’d set down, and she’d never been more sorry in her life.

The Blurb

To save the woman he loves, he must push his gifts to the brink.

Halle Shifters, Book 2

Julian DuCharme, a rare Spirit Bear with legendary healing powers, is finally free from the threat of death, finally free to claim his mate—but she’s not having it. While his Bear screams it’s time to mate, the love of his life wants to date.

Holding his Bear in check while convincing her he’s not out to control her won’t be easy. She’s stubborn and a closeted geek—in other words, perfect for him.

Cynthia “Cyn” Reyes, owner of Living Art Tattoos, thinks Julian is the hottest thing on two legs. That doesn’t mean she’s going to roll over for his masculine charm. She watched her mother flounder when her father passed away, and she’s determined to never lose herself to someone else. Not even a man who would jump the moon for her, if she asked that of him.

When the women of Living Art are targeted by a killer, Julian doesn’t think twice about pouring out his last drop of power to keep Cyn safe. But it’s Cyn who’ll give up everything—her independence, even her humanity—to keep a terrifying vision from coming true.

One of his death.

Product Warnings

This novel contains explicit sex, graphic language, a tattooed heroine and the Bear who loves her. Maybe he’ll finally convince her to tattoo him with “Property of Cyn”.

Available June 19, 2012





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The Tease

“Your fingers are like ice.” He said the statement simply, with complete nonchalance. He pulled her hand into both of his, chafing her skin between his palms.

It felt like absolute heaven.

Evie’s eyes had gone round as saucers, her gaze riveted on their joined hands. Belatedly, she realized her mouth was still hanging open, and she snapped her jaw shut with an audible click. She didn’t know what to do, what to say, so she simply was still. The intimacy of his deliberate touch was overwhelming, unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

With her heart thumping in her chest, she couldn’t seem to draw a proper breath. What was more, the cold night air hid nothing, each shallow puff of air a visible testament to her reaction to him.

She watched, mesmerized as Benedict raised her hand, still enveloped in both of his, with excruciating slowness toward his lips. When she realized what he intended, her eyes flashed to his, and she saw that he was watching her face intently. Their eyes locked, and her mouth went dry. He brought her fingers achingly close to his mouth, pausing only a fraction of an inch away. She held her breath, suspended in time while her whole being waited to see what would happen next.

Good heavens, was he really going to kiss her this time?

Through parted lips he slowly drew in a deep breath; she could see his chest rising with the action. He paused for the space of a second, though her anticipation was so great that it felt like minutes. Unconsciously she leaned forward, her own lips parting slightly.

And then he exhaled.

His breath, deliciously hot, flowed over her fingertips, down her palm, and across her wrist. Somehow, the warmth seemed to race through her entire body before settling low in her belly. Evie had never felt a more delectable sensation in her life, so pleasurable her toes curled within her thin slippers. If only time would stand still so she could really savor the feeling. Gooseflesh peppered her arms, and she shivered involuntarily.

His lips curled into the slightest of smiles. Into the silence, he murmured mere inches from her skin, “I intended to warm you, not chill you further.”


The Blurb

An Uncovered Betrayal

When his family abandoned him at Eton, Benedict Hastings found an unexpected ally in his best friend’s sister. Her letters kept him going— until the day he had to leave everything behind. Years later, Benedict has seen his share of betrayal, but when treachery hits close to home, he turns to his old friend for safe haven…

An Unwanted Attraction

After five torturous years on the marriage circuit, Lady Evelyn Moore is finally free to live her life as she wishes. So when her brother shows up with a dashing stranger, she finds herself torn between her dreams…and newfound desires.

An Unstoppable Intrigue

Despite his determination to keep Evie at a distance, Benedict cannot deny the attraction that began with a secret correspondence. Yet as they begin to discover each other, the dangers of Benedict’s world find them, threatening their lives, their love, and everything they thought they could never have…


Available June 5, 2012



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