Friday, June 3, 2016

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Two hot paranormal romance series linked by a unique world.

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Seduced by Magic
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Wednesday, May 11, 2016

THE BRICK WALL | NEW RELEASE

THE BRICK WALL is live! Have you gotten your copy yet? If you love contemporary romance or hot hockey players or steamy love scenes or all of the above, this books is for you. It's the first in a new series.

I can't wait for you to meet the Redtails men! They've got huge personality and even bigger heart.

First up is Shane's story. He's the Redtails No. 1 goalie but he's going through a slump at the worst time. And then he meets Bliss. And discovers an even bigger challenge.

I love the game, which makes my hockey-mad husband very happy. It doesn't hurt that the guys are huge, hot, quirky and amazing athletes. The hubby and I have season tickets to our local ECHL team, the Reading Royals. We also manage to get in 12 games  a year at the AHL Hershey Bears and have started on our quest to visit as many hockey arenas around the continent as we can manage.

You can get your copy now at any of these retailers
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Want to know more? Here's the first chapter for you. Hope you enjoy!

THE BRICK WALL




Chapter One

“Son-of-a-motherfucking bitch.”
Stalking into the empty locker room of the Reading Civic Arena, Shane Conrad tossed his helmet, swearing even more when it smashed into the wall. Something cracked, either the wall or his goalie helmet, and he didn’t much care either way.
One more nick in the cinderblock meant shit. One more ding in his helmet… Well, his game was fucked at the moment and he probably wouldn’t need the goddamn helmet much longer anyway.
Not the way he was playing.
“Fuck.”
The rest of the team was still on the ice for practice, though they’d be making their way back here in a few minutes. Tonight, they’d play their last game before the three-day Christmas holiday.
And it looked like Shane would be riding the bench.
Christ, he felt like he was back in high school—the fat, awkward kid at the school dance, sitting alone on the bleachers while his friends danced with the hot chicks. The ones who only gave him the time of day because he had a wicked sense of humor and he’d led his high school hockey team to three straight victories.
Throwing himself onto the bench, he ripped open the laces on his skates then threw them on the ground for good measure.
Fucking hell, this sucked.
Get your damn head out of your ass.
Good advice. Wished he knew how to do it.
Frustration burning through him like lit gasoline, he started stripping off the rest of his gear, careful not to rip his practice jersey and shorts. Didn’t give a shit about the rest. He hung his pads in his locker out of habit before he grabbed a towel and stalked naked to the showers.
He stood there for at least five minutes, let the scalding hot water pour over his head and back, trying to get the frustration and the anger to roll away with it.
So far, not working.
And didn’t that just make him want to suck down a gallon of Jack Daniels?
“Shane.”
He stiffened as his teammate Cary Lenville’s voice penetrated the fog in his head. He considered ignoring him but no one ignored Cary.
The assistant captain of the Reading Redtails Hockey Club, Cary was the glue that held the team together. At thirty-six, he was the oldest player and, even if he wasn’t the most skilled player, he was the one everyone went to when they had problems. Cary always had an answer, didn’t matter what the question was. And even if it wasn’t the completely right answer, it was better than anything you’d come up with on your own.
But Shane knew Cary couldn’t help with this problem. Not when Shane was pretty damn sure it was all in his messed-up head.
Shutting off the water, he grabbed his towel. “What’s up?”
He didn’t meet Cary’s gaze and he tried to keep the edge out of his tone but couldn’t manage it. Not when frustrated embarrassment threatened to choke him.
Goddammit, he was supposed to be the team’s number one goalie. They’d nicknamed him the Brick Wall, for fuck’s sake. So why the fuck wasn’t he playing like it?
The guys were depending on him to help them get to the Calder Cup championships this year. They’d been playing well enough to consider it a real possibility. But Shane had to pull his head out of his ass…like, now.
“Coach said you’re not going home for the break.”
Huh?
He turned to give Cary a look before heading back to his locker. Luckily, no one else was off the ice yet so he had time to pull himself together.
“Yeah, that’s right.”
He didn’t add that he couldn’t bear to go home to Minnesota, where his mom would fuss over him like he was still in high school and his pop would lecture him like he was still his coach.
He loved his parents, but if he had to deal with them for an extended period of time, it would totally fuck with his head.
And that just made him feel worse.
Could he be any more screwed up? If he continued like this, Coach would trade his ass to Alaska or send him down to the ECHL.
“Then what’re you doing tomorrow night?” Cary asked.
Shane snorted with disgust and shook his head. “Besides drinking myself into a coma? Not one goddamn thing. Why?”
“Come to my place. Lori and I are having some people over.”
Shane automatically shook his head. “Nah, man. I don’t think I’d be good company. Thanks anyway.”
Cary went silent but he didn’t move. And that was never a good thing. The six-foot-two, two-hundred-plus defenseman not only was built like a brick shithouse but was pretty much as immoveable as one.
As the silence stretched on, Shane sighed and turned, forcing himself to look directly into Cary’s eyes.
“What?”
Cary had crossed his arms over his chest, emphasizing just how broad the fucker really was. “You’re strung tighter than a drum and you need to decompress or you’re gonna explode. And that won’t be good for you or the team. Won’t be anybody there you know and we won’t talk hockey all night, unless Lori goes on a bender. Besides, I could use the backup.” He grimaced. “Lori’s always collecting strays. I swear I won’t know half the people there. And her cousins are crazy.”
Hearing Cary talk about the love of his life coaxed a smirk out of Shane. The guy was married to an abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous woman who seemed to think Cary hung the moon and stars. Cary apparently thought the same of her.
It’d be sickening if they weren’t so perfect for each other.
But… Christ. Cary wanted him to spend a few hours making small talk with a bunch of people he didn’t know? He opened his mouth to say no again but Cary just stared at him.
Shit. Shane’s resolve crumbled.
With a sigh, he began to pull on his clothes. “How crazy?”
Cary’s shit-eating grin made Shane want to smile back, but he squashed the impulse. Didn’t want to give the guy the impression he’d won. Even if he had.
“Let’s just say they have some holiday traditions that’d put the Addams family to shame.”
Shane tried not to sigh but couldn’t help it. “As long as there’s alcohol, I guess you can count me in.”
Cary nodded, his grin disappearing. “You find it helps?”
Shane didn’t bother to misunderstand him and shook his head. “Not really. And no, I don’t have a problem. At least, not with alcohol.”
Cary took him at his word. Another thing that made every single one of the guys worship him like he was the goddamn King of Hockey.
“Good to hear it. And yeah, I know you’ve been having a few bad weeks. It happens. The break’ll be good for you. Get your head on straight. If you want, we can run some drills tomorrow, just the two of us.”
And this was why Cary was rumored to be the front runner for the next Redtails coach. The gossip mill outside the locker room had been working overtime lately. Their current coach, according to the gossip, had a lock on an NHL job. Everyone expected Cary to step into the vacated position.
The players loved him. The front office loved him. The fans thought he walked on water.
Shane found himself nodding. “Yeah. That’d be… That’d be helpful.” He hoped.
Cary grinned then punched him on the shoulder and practically knocked Shane off the bench.
“Good. And come to the party. You’ll have a good time.”
* * * * *
“So I told him, he needed to pick one pattern or the other. Honestly, how hard is it? I mean, it’s not like I’m the only one getting married. It’s his wedding, too. Shouldn’t he at least be a little interested in the china we’re going to be using for the rest of our lives?”
Bliss Vescovi sat on a loveseat in a corner of Lori Lenville’s comfortable great room, sipping champagne and nodding sympathetically at the two women sitting across from her on the couch.
She’d only just met them but they seemed nice. And when they’d discovered Bliss worked at the With This Ring Bridal Boutique… Well, you would’ve thought they’d found a long-lost soulmate at Lori’s pre-holiday party.
At any other time, Bliss would’ve been thrilled to talk weddings. She actually enjoyed them, even when she had to handle the occasional bridezilla, momzilla, bitchy sister-in-law-to-be, drunken sorority-sister bridesmaid, and snotty three-year-old flower girl. She knew how to deal with them all.
Her boss, Aunt Rosie, called her a godsend. Bliss actually thought her aunt was the godsend for giving her a career when she’d had no idea what the hell she was going to do with a degree in business.
And even after her own wedding had fallen apart two years ago, she still got teary when she helped a bride-to-be find that perfect dress for her walk down the aisle to the man she’d decided to spend her life with, even if Bliss had no time or inclination for a life partner.
But a one-night stand? Absolutely. Bring it on.  And, oh please, could he be good in the sack? Hell, she wouldn’t even wish for great. Just good enough with his hands to get her off at least once.
She’d had no such luck lately. And it didn’t look like tonight would be any better. Not one of the guys here tonight made her want to go to the trouble of giving up a few hours of sleep.
Jeez, what’s wrong with you? You’re only twenty-six, not eighty.
But between working with her aunt, whose business was steadily growing, and the fact that her friends were either married or hooked up with Mr. Right Now… Well, she didn’t get out much.
And when she did, she had to wonder if there were any decent guys left in the world. Most were dicks with attitude problems or nerdy man-children who lived in their parents’ basements, played video games until three in the morning and spent their weekends drinking with their buddies who were lucky or mature enough to have an apartment.
And… Oh my god. Was she really this much of a bitch? No wonder she couldn’t find anyone to screw. Honestly, she wouldn’t want her either.
“Lori’s been amazing,” one of the women gushed, drawing Bliss back into the conversation. “She helped us smooth over the problem with the zoning and made sure we had all the right permits. She’d been our guardian angel…”
Bliss nodded, in complete agreement with her new friends on this.
She’d met Lori at a local Chamber of Commerce mixer. Aunt Rosie hadn’t been able to attend but she’d begged Bliss to go in her place. She couldn’t even remember why her aunt had sent her. She only knew she hadn’t wanted to go. But then she’d met Lori and they’d bonded over a few drinks and a mutual admiration of hockey.
Lori’s husband played for the local professional hockey team, and though Bliss had only been to a few games, she’d gained an appreciation of the sport from her dad. It’d been the one thing the two of them enjoyed watching together. If it hadn’t been for hockey, she and her great, hulking bear of a father might never have held a conversation that didn’t begin and end with “How was school?”
Her dad loved her and he tried, but she’d always been a girly girl and that had been her mom’s domain.
“So I told him if he didn’t at least attempt to get along with my cousin, we might as well call off the wedding. I mean, my family is so important to me and…”
Yep, she totally got that. Family was important. She’d seen more than one wedding disintegrate into factions more fierce than anything in the Hunger Games during the planning stages.
And anyone who said words would never hurt you had never dealt with a bridezilla whose mother-in-law dared to have an opinion on what color napkin should be used on the cake table.
Bliss swallowed a sigh.
What the hell are you doing here anyway?
She should be mingling, flirting, having a good time. It wasn’t like there weren’t any good-looking guys here. A few of them had even made eye contact, and two had tried to start conversations.
Until five minutes later and she realized they only wanted to talk about what they did and how much that should impress her. Sure, they had decent jobs and wore decent clothes and were attractive but—
What’s wrong with you?
“And who tells your mother her dress makes her look fat? You know what I mean? I just wanted to punch…”
Bliss knew exactly how the bride-to-be felt. She wanted to punch someone, too.
Except Bliss didn’t do physical violence. She was no tough cookie. More like a cupcake with fluffy frosting. And who didn’t love cupcakes, right?
Sighing again, she took another sip of her drink and tried to wipe the pissy look off her face.
She knew she was no great beauty but she certainly didn’t look like an ogre. Sure, her nose was a little too big and her body a little too curvy. But she still managed to attract guys who liked big tits and a decent ass. She knew that because most guys she talked to couldn’t stop checking out either one long enough to hold a rational conversation.
Then again, she hadn’t exactly allowed any guys close enough to get to know her better. A vicious cycle, one she didn’t know how to break.
So, here she sat. Smiling and nodding through a conversation with two women she barely knew.
This had been a mistake. She should just take her pitiful self home and—
The front door opened, catching her attention simply because it was directly in her line of sight.
But then he walked through.
And she actually felt her mouth drop open. Like, literally, her jaw dropped. Then her lips parted and she sucked in a sharp breath that she immediately tried to cover with a slight cough.
She assured her new friends, who interrupted their conversation about guest lists to make sure she wasn’t choking, that she was fine and managed to come up with a question to get them back on their conversational track.
So she could go back to checking out the newcomer.
The really big newcomer.
And she didn’t mean fat. She meant built. Big as in broad. Wide. He looked like a—
Hockey player.
Like Lori’s husband, Cary, who greeted the newcomer with a big smile and a firm handshake as he pulled him farther into the house.
Cary led the new guy right into the great room, where she sat against the far wall, and walked him straight to the bar.
Bliss tried not to stare. Really, she did. But how could she not when this guy ticked off every box on her Yummy Meter, including a few she hadn’t know she had?
Like his dark, wavy hair. Everyone in her huge Italian family had dark hair so every boyfriend she’d ever had had been blond, pretty, and clean-cut, like he’d just walked off a magazine shoot.
Like her ex-fiancé, the prick.
Nope, not thinking about him.
This guy looked like he hadn’t cut his hair in months or seen a razor in days, if the dark stubble on his strong, square jaw was anything to go by. He looked scruffy but not like he was trying to be trendy.
Now, the bright blue eyes… Yeah, she absolutely had a thing for those. And his were a perfect ocean blue she could see from across the room. Combined with that nose that looked as if it’d been broken a few times…
Damn. Her mouth watered.
And when her gaze slipped south… Hell, she was pretty sure her thighs just clenched.
The guy had to be at least a few inches over six feet, which means he’d tower over her. And his clothes couldn’t hide the fact that he had muscles in places all men should have muscles. Like in their thighs. And their abs. And their arms—
When he took off his coat to let Cary hang it in the closet, she had to swallow because… Oh my god. The man’s arms bulged beneath his blue dress shirt.
With black dress pants and that blue shirt, he looked good enough to eat.
Wouldn’t you love to get your mouth on him?
Yes, please. Anywhere he had skin.
And when he turned to walk with Cary to the makeshift bar on the other side of the room, she thought she might have actually squeaked at the wonder of his ass.
Ho-lee shit.
“Bliss, are you okay?”
Blinking, she turned her attention back to the two women, now staring at her with identical expressions of knowing amusement.
Damn. Had she been that obvious?
She forced a smile. “Yes, I’m fine. Sorry, I, uh…”
“Got a glimpse of Shane Conrad.” The bride-to-be, whose name was Crista, smiled with commiseration. “He certainly is nice-looking. Kind of shy, though. Lori’s tried to set him up with a few girls before but nothing’s stuck. He’s apparently a really nice guy but doesn’t talk much. Or he doesn’t like girls.” Crista shrugged. “No one’s been able to figure out which yet. Would you like to meet him? I’m sure Lori would be thrilled to introduce you. He’s kind of become her pet project.”
Is that why Lori had invited Bliss tonight? To introduce her to Shane? Not that that would be a bad thing but…
But what?
“I think I need a drink. Anyone need another?”
Both Crista and her friend shook their heads, their grins widening.
Bliss didn’t care. For the first time in months, she wanted to jump a guy’s bones. She’d be damned if she didn’t follow up on it.
And maybe later, she’d get to strip off his pants and shirt and rub against his naked body like a cat in heat.
Just as long as she didn’t stick her foot in her mouth first.


Thursday, April 21, 2016

Redtails Hockey | New Series | Coming Soon


Redtails Hockey. The hottest team on the ice. The hottest players between the sheets.

Redtails Hockey goaltender Shane Conrad needs to get his head in the game, not find a woman to screw with it. But Bliss Vescovi is too sexy to resist. Bliss isn’t looking for a commitment, especially not from an intense man used to control. But a no-strings affair with a hot hockey player who won’t be around forever? Totally doable. Until Shane gets around the guard on her heart and she tries to shut him out. Now she'll learn firsthand why Shane's nickname is The Brick Wall.

The Brick Wall releases May 9.
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Friday, April 8, 2016

Magical Seduction Bundle Limited Time Sale

 
Six, Sinfully Sexy Magical Romances

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Seduced by Magic
Justin Johannson knows there are things in this world that defy explanation and he's determined to prove the existence of magic. He never expected to find everything he was searching for in his bed. But when he wakes in a secluded cabin to find a naked redhead with wings and an attitude making love to him, well... Justin's more than willing to give the woman anything she wants. Scarlata is convinced Justin wants only to capture her for scientific study, which is so not going to happen. The foolish man needs to be taught a lesson to leave her and all magical creatures in peace. But she can't deny the sexual attraction between them. And really, what could one night of unretrained passion possibly hurt...

Seduced in Shadow
Antonin de Feo has been employed to guard luscious Ellie Johannson from harm. He's been watching from the shadows but when she's nearly kidnapped, Antonin has the perfect place to keep her safe--in his bed. He's fallen hard for the beauty but he fears the secrets of his magical heritage might drive her away or put her in even more danger. Ellie can't resist her sexy bodyguard and promptly lands in his bed. She never wants to leave but dark forces are gathering and the walls are closing around them. Ellie needs someone she can trust at her side. But when Ellie discovers Antonin isn't exactly what he seems to be, will she push him away? Or let him risk his life for her own secrets?

Seduced & Ensnared
Cam de Feo is tough, ruthless and determined to keep his magical family safe at all costs. Stella Palmer is a means to an end--nothing more. He'll seduce her then use her to trap her evil uncle. At least, that's the plan. He never expected to fall for the beauty. For Stella, Cam is just the right man for a white-hot one-night stand. But in the bright light of day, she quickly realizes he has much more to offer than great sex. As dark forces threaten, family secrets will be revealed and Stella will discover a hidden world filled with magic and love!

Seduced & Enchanted
Rio de Feo has just met the woman of his dreams. Rosie Bianchi is smart, sexy, sweet...and cursed. She's got an evil dead witch on her tail and a secret even she doesn't know anything about. Rosie can't believe her good luck. The gorgeous guy she just met is Prince Charming material. But one night of perfect sex and Rosie wakes up with magical powers and is thrust into a battle for her life. Love will need a little help and a little luck but where there's an enchanted rose hedge and three godmothers, there's magic.

Seduced By Chaos
Tall, dark and handsome, the guy walked into Lacey's bar like hes expected to be hit with a hail of bullets. There's something about him that draws her but Lacey has a secret. One that could threaten her freedom, her very life if it's exposed. The woman behind the bar is gorgeous. She pushes every single one of Teo's buttons and he wants her--even though he's dangerous, a walking time bomb, and it's only a matter of time before he explodes. But one night of magical sex and all bets are off as Lacey's secret catches up with her and Teo will risk everything, including himself, to keep her safe. And make her his.

Seduced by Danger
A man will do just about anything for love--even kill. Four down, one to go. Michael Corsi is on the trail of the last man who made life a living hell for his lover. But first, he wants one last reminder of what he's fighting for. He needs to see his woman and his son before he goes up against his toughest foe. And probably to his death. Michael is the father of the son Cara never expected to have. The man who brought her a love she never expected to feel, and a passion that she can't--won't--live without. She'll do whatever it takes to be sure Michael returns to her--even it

Monday, February 8, 2016

RELEASE DAY: LUCANI LOVERS SERIES





It's release day for the newly revamped Lucani Lovers! This six-book, wolf shifter series is perfect for lovers of Sherrilyn Kenyon's Dark Hunters and Lora Leigh's Breeds or anyone who loves steamy paranormal romances with alpha males.

The books were originally published in 2011 but I'm thrilled to get another shot at these stories, especially the first two books. I've rewritten the endings of KISS OF MOONLIGHT and MOONLIGHT MENAGE and have added varying amounts of words to all of the other books. KISS OF MOONLIGHT has been expanded by almost 20 percent.

You can read more about the series, part of my Etruscan Magic World, on my website.

I hope you'll check them out now. For the first week of release, the books are all 99 cents.


Kiss of Moonlight

Moonlight Ménage
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Edge of Moonlight

Moonlight Temptation

Grace in Moonlight

Shades of Moonlight