I have a new cover I love and want to show off. This is for ONLY, my second book from Berkley Heat. It comes out October 2014. You can probably tell from the cover and copy it’s on the naughtier side:
He’s a man who fixes difficult situations. She’s the one thing he can’t handle—and the one thing he can’t resist…
Sebastian Jameson negotiates for high-end clients who need problems taken care of quickly and discreetly. Accustomed to being in control, he’s still reeling from his ex-wife’s decision to write a tell-all about their private life, one that highlighted their bedroom activities. The fallout left Bast’s love life in chaos, making him a magnet for women who thrive on risky fantasies, and a pariah to all others.
Kyra Royer knows all about Bast’s reputation—and is intrigued enough to try to change him into a one-woman guy. But getting him into her bed will be a challenge. He’s known her brother for years, and her brother, with his rough past and sniper abilities, is not a man you cross. Kyra knows Bast thinks she’s off-limits, so she’ll have to get creative to make him hers.
As Kyra turns up the heat, Bast struggles to resist the sexy young woman’s considerable charms. But when Bast’s job turns from tricky to deadly, keeping Kyra nearby might be the only way to keep her alive—even if it means getting closer than he ever intended…
An alpha businessman, his assistant, one reckless night in the office, an allegation that rips them apart and a tiny surprise that pushes them back together – BABY IT’S COLD OUTSIDE is out!
He usually gets what he wants. What he wants is her…and all that comes with her.
Sex in the office? Lincoln Campbell knows better. His assistant, Thea Marshall, is off limits—until her back hits the door and her clothes come off. The next day brings more than morning-after regrets. It brings damning evidence that Thea stole business secrets.
Three months later, he can’t shake the doubts in his gut, so he heads for Thea’s family cabin by the lake, ready to talk. He’s not ready for the woman who answers the door. She was shapely before…and it won’t be long before she’s a totally different shape.
After Linc escorted her off company property while her protestations of innocence fell on deaf ears, facing off with him now isn’t exactly Thea’s idea of a good time. She needs a few more weeks to plan the drastically different direction her life has taken, but now he’s here—and refusing to leave.
With a storm rolling in and snow piling up, there’s nothing to do but face the past…and try to resist the real man behind the suit.
I have a book coming out next week. It’s sexy but also heartwarming (at least it is to me!). The set-up goes like this: A hot businessman, his assistant, one night and the explosion afterward. Here’s the very beginning:
Thea Marshall’s back hit the wall. Words caught in her throat as strong hands skimmed up her skirt and along the bare skin of her upper thighs. A mix of heat and need pulsed through the office.
The breath rushed out of her and the room went wavy, but she welcomed the rush. She’d craved his touch, dreamed about this moment, since that first day she walked into the executive suite of Campbell Construction four months ago.
Everything about Lincoln Campbell worked for her. From the scruff over his chin to the short, almost military-cut brown hair and intense blue eyes. That simple black-band watch he always wore.
The chest, the face. And the hands. Those long fingers were pure perfection.
“This is a mistake.” He said the words against her neck, but his mouth kept moving. Licking and kissing while he hooked a palm under the back of her knee. With a tug her leg landed high on his hip, leaving her open and vulnerable to his touch.
“I know.” Part of her wanted to relax into him. Let those fingertips travel all over her until every cell screamed for him to push inside. She needed all the intensity he usually focused on the job to switch to her. Surround her.
But she didn’t plan to sit back and watch. She’d strip him, taste him. One by one she opened the buttons of his crisp white dress shirt, placing a kiss on each muscled inch she uncovered. Next went the aqua tie that highlighted his eyes.
No wonder her control had finally cracked tonight. She’d opened the door to say goodnight and let him know everyone, including the cleaning crew, had cleared the floor. Knocked right into him and now their mouths roamed all over each other.
One of his hands slapped against the wall next to her head as the other slipped past the elastic band of her panties. She angled her hips, trapping his fingers between them.
“I can’t stop.” His fingers mirrored his words. One rubbed against her. Slid right into her folds and brushed up and down.
Her head fell back as the room began a lazy spin. “Me either.”
I have three romantic suspense books from Harlequin Intrigue coming out back-to-back starting in April (which really means the end of March). They are books #3 through #5 of the Corcoran Team miniseries. Each stands alone but they do share some common characters. Now that I have the third cover, I thought I’d show them off as a group. So…here’s RELENTLESS (April), LAWLESS (May) and TRACELESS (June):
Want to see Callen Hanover’s book? This one comes out in August. Wahoo!
The Hanover brothers are trying to live down the con-man reputation of their late father. But they can’t blame their father for all their problems in life—or in love…
Callen Hanover has led a tough life. But after years of roaming, he’s finally settled back home in Sweetwater to reunite with his brothers, and rebuild Shadow Hill, his grandmother’s crumbling home. The last person he expected to see at his door was Grace Pruitt—ex-girlfriend and partner to the FBI agent who’s determined to put Callen away.
Grace Pruitt is in town to save the two men she cares about the most—her former partner who seems to be on a downward spiral, and Callen, the man who ran before she could explain who she really was…or tell him some shocking news. Can the secrets of the Hanover family’s past be just the thing to save them all? Or is it already too late?
My hubby and I were married 15 years ago today. I should probably post a photo from the wedding but I’m doing this one instead. This is from the night the hubby proposed.
We were in Hawaii at Christmas visiting his parents. I landed in Oahu and got the flu. I mean it. I was REALLY sick this entire trip. My (not yet) in-laws had gotten us tickets to see Tony Bennett perform on New Year’s Eve and I was just trying to get healthy enough to go, which I finally did. Then I was feeling better and thought we should go to Border’s (remember when that existed?). The poor hubby wanted us to go to the Royal Hawaiian for drinks, something we did (still do) on our visits to Hawaii but agreed to a quick bookstore run.
Little did I know he had been waiting for me to get well enough to head over to the hotel’s beach bar so he could propose. I was too busy being clueless and looking for a book for the flight home. I swear I didn’t know he planned to propose right then.
Good news is we went to the beach, he proposed, and I said yes. This is an after-proposal photo. Notice how he has the “thank God that’s over” look. My expression is one of a stunned OMG, OMG, OMG!! type.
Happy anniversary, babe. I love you.
While our house/petsitter is taking over duties at home, we’re flying here…London!
Is it too much to hope the BBC’s SHERLOCK is filming and we get to see it? Yeah, probably.