Wow!! Two new releases a month apart is amazing! I’m so excited to finally be able to share GUILTY AS SIN and SOLSTICE SURPRISE with the world. Two very different books, both the first in their series, and I hope readers will enjoy them as much as I had fun writing them!
Here are an excerpt or two and if you join my Sweet & Sassy Divas and Dudes on FB, there will be prize giveaways all month long!!
A UFC fighter caught up in the world of organized crime risks his one chance at freedom to save the woman he loves. (Erotic romance)
As a UFC fighter, Sinclair Reed aka Sinister 3, always had a plan. Getting tangled up with the mob, or falling in love with a woman he can’t forget, never factored into it.
After a brief affair, bestselling author, Cherie Bouchard, thought she’d seen the last of UFC light middleweight champ “Sinister 3” when they parted ways at the airport. Determined to discover if her feelings are real for Sinclair, or the result of her hopeless romantic imagination, she purchases tickets to his fight when the UFC comes to town.
As the lovers re-unite, they discover someone wants him dead, and Sinclair has twenty-four hours to choose between Cherie and freedom. For a smart guy like him, it should be a no-brainer. When it comes to the woman he loves, he’s as guilty as sin.
Distance aside, he had a secret. It ate at him every day, but he’d learned to live with it. It was one of the reasons he kept women at a distance. Would Cherie’s opinion of him change once she found out? It wasn’t something he could keep from her forever. He didn’t believe anyone would accept him for who he was, or what he’d been forced to do.
Out of the blue, someone jostled Sinclair’s leg, and a red card dropped into his lap. “Hey! Buddy!”
The man ignored him, continuing on in a hurried pace to the exit. Sinclair turned the card over in his hand. A date, time and location were printed in block letters on the back of it. Shit!
He jumped up and followed, catching sight of the guy as he rounded the corner of the building. Running to catch up, Sinclair ducked a kick to the head, a boot heel grazing his eyebrow. He stepped around and stared at his opponent, trying to place the face. The man wore mirrored shades and a ball cap. Other than average height and build, there wasn’t anything Sinclair recognized about him.
Shouts caught their attention. The man pointed a finger at Sinclair. “You know what to do, unless you want your woman harmed.” Then he took off, disappearing behind some dumpsters.
A couple in the parking lot hurried up to Sinclair, asked if he was all right and inquired about calling the police. Sinclair shook it off, making a few comments about some idiot with road rage, saying he’d take care of speaking to law enforcement. Placated, the couple returned to their vehicle, and Sinclair made his way back into the store.
The crowd remained steady, so he decided a walk to clear his head might help. He went around to Cherie’s side of the table and whispered in her ear. “If it’s okay, I’ve got a little shopping to do.”
“Sure.” Her hazel eyes searched his. “Is everything okay? I saw you rush out of here, and you seemed upset.”
“Everything’s fine,” he assured her. “Just some jerk. I’ll be back shortly. Don’t leave without me.”
“All right. I won’t.” Cherie focused her attention on another fan in front of her.
Sinclair took that as his cue to leave. Hopefully, she’d be safe inside a crowded bookstore surrounded by people. He pushed aside the worrisome thought that if someone truly meant her harm, it wouldn’t matter where she was.
No one is going to harm my woman. He’d die before that happened, but judging by recent events someone clearly sought to make it a reality.
Stepping outside the store, he heaved a sigh, closed his eyes and let the warmth of the sun permeate his body. A five minute respite would be all right.
How long could he blame his father for his own mistake? He never should’ve agreed to a street fight to pay off his father’s debt. Amazing how one wrong move could affect his entire life.
But if he was honest, would he have made any other choice? His dad was flesh and blood. How would he have lived with himself knowing he could have prevented his demise and done nothing? The irony didn’t escape him. He’d fought, refusing to kill. Since he hadn’t heard a peep from his old man, he assumed him dead, therefore his sacrifice had been for naught. Now the mob threatened not only his life, but Cherie’s as well. He had to find a way to make this right. He couldn’t continue to pay penance, nor would he allow Cherie to be sucked into a situation she knew nothing about.
Destiny is never what you imagine. (Paranormal romance)
Kayla Webber had been training to fight for the Light her
entire life. Demons she could handle, but she’d been ill-prepared
to come face to face with the man who haunted her
The time has come for Kaleb Warner to fulfill his shared
destiny with Kayla. There’s just one problem – she didn’t
realize he even existed.
Will Kaleb be able to convince Kayla to combine their gifts
to fight against the Darkness, or will this star-crossed couple
deny the truth in their hearts?
“I’m not a demon,” he stated, his mouth set in a grim
“Later.” He waved a hand in front of her. “Aren’t you
supposed to be a little too busy right now to talk?”
In an attempt to ignore him, she turned away from him,
and focused her attention on the demon. He’s right. No time
to figure this out now. She’d meditate on it later.
With a swift, practiced movement, Kayla plucked a
blade from the waist band of her skirt and flicked the knife
at him, hitting him square between the eyes.
The demon screamed, stumbling back, clutching at the
weapon embedded in his forehead. With a roar, he ripped the
blade out of his flesh, a sickening squelch accompanying the
Kayla swallowed hard. Mortal weapons couldn’t defeat
a supernatural being of his nature. They were only meant to
slow down the demon until she could use her power on him.
Stay calm. You can do this. However, Kaleb’s presence had
her questioning her ability to handle the situation. Is this a
test? She straightened her spine. Test or no test, she had a job
Tossing the blade to the side, the monster swiped at her
with elongated claws. A zing resounded in the still night air
as he penetrated the shield in front of her.
“Stay strong!” Kaleb ordered.
Grimacing, Kayla arched back, reaching for a dagger
hidden inside her right boot. Brandishing the weapon, she
ducked under the paw swipe of the demon, then drove the
blade into his abdomen.
A screech rent the air as she withdrew the blade, and
sliced open his thigh. The demon dropped to one knee,
clutching at his wounds.
“Are you done slicing and dicing?” Kaleb growled
from behind her.
Who the hell does he think he is? “A little help would
be nice,” she muttered.
“This isn’t my fight.”