Hello, you smashingly marvelous person, you!
I'm about to start writing book two and I've been tying myself up in knots worrying you're going to hate this new series.
I'm not kidding, I've got that scrunchy, stressy feeling and I'm doing that bad, shallow breathing thingy because I really, really want you to like this book.
So, here's what I'm thinking. You don't know what you're getting with this new series, right?
And I want to remove any and all barriers from you giving this book a chance. Here's what I propose, as a once off, Loose Cannon will launch at 0.99 cents.
This book is one of the longest I've written, which means you'll get three-five hours of reading time for a minimal financial risk.
Sorry, lovely that's not a price point I can sustain. Subsequent books in the series will be launching at 2.99.
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Now that's all sorted, here's an (unedited) snippet from the opening chapter of Loose Cannon.
⚓Snippet from Loose Cannon⚓
I glance at the window and see the curtain shift back into place as whoever’s been spying on me with Felicity hides again.
It’s not exactly easy seeing the quirky Felicity Michaels living in our old house.
I haven’t been back in over six months. Six months at sea, with nothing to do but think about the choices I made and what I’d do differently.
If she’s wrecked the plaster work inside the house, I’ll be adding Felicity Michaels to that list.
Levi hands me a beer and slumps on the leather sofa he’s sweating all over. “Did you interview her or did Garrett?” I ask him.
He cocks his head. “You did. You were fresh off the plane from Kabul. She looked a bit different though. Think she had brown hair, and she was skinnier.”
At least that explains why I don’t remember her. Everything was a blur after I came home and had two funerals and a disciplinary hearing to attend.
“She’s not a natural blonde?” I ask.
He opens his hands in an ‘I dunno’ gesture. “I thought you knew she was a looker? I thought that was why you were suddenly so keen to come ashore and get a security system for her,” he says.
I wasn’t keen. Not really. I’d have kept living on dad’s boat, The Salty Dog, for as long as I wasn’t needed.
I kick his feet off the coffee table and take a seat beside him. “What she looks like is irrelevant. I’m installing alarms because someone is targeting houses in the area.”
He eyeballs me and uses air quotes because he knows I hate it. “So, you thought you’d move in so you can monitor the ‘situation’ next door?”
I grunt a response. My youngest brother is a juvenile prankster, but he can be helpful when it suits him. “Won’t hurt to keep an eye on things.”
He laughs. “Especially if those things are as sweet as Felicity.”
I land a punch to his upper shoulder and jump up before he can slug me back. “I meant to do it before I left. Just never got around to it.”
He shrugs. “You didn’t do it for Mrs. Davis when she lived here. And she used to change your diapers.”
I wander over to the window so I can scan the street. The last of the daylight is fading, and if we want to get the rest of the furniture in, we’ll have to move fast.
“That’s because Mrs. Davis had a shotgun and a medic alert bracelet,” I say.
Levi joins me at the window, guzzling his beer as he follows my gaze. “You tell Felicity we’re going to be selling this place?”
I pull a face at him. “Why would I tell her that?”
He grins at me. “In case she wants to come over and help us clear up.”
I shake my head. “You mean come over so you can hit on her.”
He dodges out of my way before I can smack him again. “Can’t blame me for trying. And if you aren’t interested, no reason why I shouldn’t be.”
I bark a laugh. “There are plenty of reasons. That you can’t see them is why you weren’t allowed to vet the tenant applications.”
He looks bemused when he looks around the living room we’ve been dumping stuff in.
Structurally, the house is still sound. But there are thick layers of tar on the walls and the windows are so dirty
I can barely see out of them.
Viola Davis’ addiction to nicotine combined with her failing eyesight meant she quit seeing the dirt in this place around the time Levi graduated high school.
Her granddaughter, Nicki should have been helping out more. But she was always more interested in gossip than in hard work.
“You can’t blame me for wanting to talk to her. The girls I get involved with are never sweet. They’ve been crazy. Who was that one who slashed your tires because she thought it was my truck?”
“Lucy,” I grumble.
He laughs and heads back to the kitchen, probably looking for snacks to go with his warm beer.
“Before Lucy there was Julia, and she was certifiable. Sex was worth it though,” he calls from the kitchen.
He’s not wrong. Dating a woman with a smoking hot body, and a wild side is as fun as playing with fireworks.
And it’s just as dangerous. Sooner or later someone gets hurt.
Lord knows I’ve made a lot of the same mistakes as Levi has. Fallen for a pretty face, a great body or a sob story and wound up in shit creek in a barbed wire canoe.
Just another reason to keep my distance from the cute blonde next door.
Blueskin Bay was supposed to be my safe haven.
No one knew who I was, why I came here, or why I dislike technology.
I was content with my chain-smoking, tea-drinking neighbor as my only friend.
Then she moved out, and my grumpy marine vet landlord moved in.
Now I’m the only witness to a crime, I need protection and Zane needs to move in with me.
He’s asking all the wrong questions.
Says his rules are to keep me safe.
But sharing my home with Zane Reid is anything but.
I never expected our frightened tenant to run to me in the middle of the night.
Or that I’d wind up protecting her.
Felicity’s as infuriatingly evasive as she is tempting.
She breaks every rule I make.
I’m supposed to be on surveillance detail.
Then one stormy night, I kiss her
And I want more.
If I’m not careful, I’ll put everyone I care about in danger.
All for a woman I still don't trust.
Hello, you delightfully wonderous being, you!
Bad Decisions is now LIVE on all retailers!
To celebrate the release of Bad Decisions for the first time ever, I'm running a 0.99 cent sale on one of my favorite books featuring not one, but two hot rugby players!
Bad Behavior is set in Miami, but features a Kiwi character, Nikau, and his Aussie mate, Malachi.
Half of this book is from Nikau's point of view, so I do need to warn you some of the insults they sling at each other aren't 'Politically Correct' and Nikau or Malachi are absolutely NOT 'Woke'.
They are reflective of ‘blokes’ I know, the country I grew up in, and the world I still see around me today.
So, please, please, be aware of that before you start reading, okay?
Can I be honest?
For the first time since I started publishing in 2017, I've been too stressed to write.
And for someone like me who has written nearly 40 books, that's saying something.
I've tried everything I could to find my writing mojo, but ultimately, when all is said and done, I can't force myself to write if the words won't come.
And after banging my head against a wall, and banning myself from reading the news, I've come to realize the words aren't coming not just because of what's going on around me, but also because I'm not supposed to be writing the book I've been trying to force myself to.
I don't know how you feel about things right now, maybe your life is going great, but for me, it seems like every day there is a new challenge to overcome or something else to deal with.
While I do my best to stay positive and to be thankful for all I have in my life, to laugh at myself, and to find reasons to laugh, I'm learning I also need to be aware of what I need to do to stay healthy emotionally, physically, and spiritually.
Since being diagnosed with MS five years ago, and through life's ups and downs writing has always had the ability to take me out of my head.
But it worked so well for me because I was writing what I loved and not what I thought would sell well.
I was happy doing my own thing, not chasing trends or trying to mimic what other authors do and I consider myself blessed to have found readers who enjoy my crazy, sexy books.
Having writers' block for nearly a month has been a stern lesson that now is not the right time to be adding more challenges to my life.
All of this is my lengthy explanation to tell you I've chosen to write another Wild Weekend book rather than start a new series.
In order to retain my pre-order abilities, I have switched out Austin, for One Wild Weekend with Miller and am putting plans to start the security series idea on hold.
In other words, if you pre-ordered Austin you'll receive Miller instead when it releases (God willing) early next year.)
***If you don't wish to receive Miller, please cancel your pre-order. ***
I am truly sorry, and I hope this isn't too confusing, but I hope you can understand why I can't force myself to write when the words just don't want to flow.
I'd gratefully appreciate your forgiveness and understanding right now as I continue to navigate the rest of what has been a difficult year.
It's early days, but I've managed to write nearly a chapter of One Wild Weekend With Miller which will be set in Arizona with a troubled Ranger on a futile mission and the headstrong mechanic who wins his battle-weary
After a super sexy weekend and a lot of hurdles to overcome of course. 😉
Much love from me to you.
And again, please forgive me for needing to reduce stress and just escape into familiar writing territory right now.
Snippet from One Wild Weekend With Ryker
I hover in the doorway, not sure if I should close the door. He could be a serial killer for all I know. A very, very, sexy one.
I clear my throat. “Are you on vacation?”
He shakes his head. “I needed a break from all the noise in DC, and this seemed like the perfect place,” he says.
I nod as though I understand, even though it’s so quiet here, I find it has the opposite effect on me.
“What about you. What brings you all the way out here?”
At the reminder of why I came, I grimace. “My grandma lives here. My dad canceled last minute, and I drew the short straw to spend Christmas with her.”
His eyebrow lifts as amusement flashes across his face. “You aren’t close?”
I stare at the phone on the wall and sigh heavily as I think about being cooped up in such a small space with her and not even my phone for comfort.
“We used to be. But it’s hard to stay close to someone so eccentric.”
It’s not exactly the truth, but it’s all I’m willing to share right now.
He chuckles. “Well, if you’re not in a hurry to get to her, I’m about to have some soup?”
I glance at the stove and find myself nodding. “You don’t have to do that,” I say.
He just smiles. “Yeah, I do.”
Since he doesn’t seem in a hurry to get rid of me, and I’m capable of taking care of myself, I close the door and take a seat. “So, what do you do in DC?”
He glances at me as he dishes up two bowls of soup. “I’m a fixer,” he says.
That makes me snort a laugh. “A what?”
He gives me a lazy smile as he sits opposite me. “I fix things for people.”
I eye him as he brings a mouthful of soup to his lips. “What kind of people?”
“All kinds of people,” he says.
“You’re working over Christmas then?”
“Yep. No rest for the wicked.”
I choke out a laugh. “You’re wicked, are you?”
Something in the way he looks at me sends a shiver running down my spine. “When the mood takes me,” he says.
I swallow, suddenly feeling incredibly warm as I consider his meaning. “Are you hitting on me?” I say.
His eyebrow hitches skyward. “If I was, could I keep the cabin?”
I slurp my soup, watching him carefully, trying to work him out. “Are you married? Is that why you come out here? To get away from your responsibilities?”
He chokes out a laugh. “Are you always so forthright?”
I nod. “Pretty much. But you didn’t answer the question,” I say.
He drains the rest of the bowl before answering. “That’s not why I’m here.”
“But you are married, aren’t you?”
When he doesn’t answer, I let the spoon drop to emphasize my disgust. “I’ll take your silence as an admission of guilt,” I say.
He frowns at me. “I’m not married. My job doesn’t lend itself to relationships.”
Well, now, that’s interesting. “So, you’re a no-strings kind of guy then?”
His lip curls before he laughs. “I’m a ‘take an opportunity when I see it’, kind of guy,” he says.
His eyes lock onto mine, and I’m a little ashamed to realize I’m the one who’s hitting on him.
At least I think I am. It’s been a while.
“Well, I should probably go, thanks for the—”
My polite exit is interrupted by an incredibly loud rumbling sound coming from outside.
As the sound grows louder, and the cabin starts to shake and shudder, I jump to my feet, ready to duck under the table or to run. “Is that an earthquake?” I ask
Ryker listens for a split second before he shakes his head. “It’s an avalanche,” he says.
Christmas comes early this year...but he won’t.
All naughty and a little bit nice. This spicy forced proximity romance is sure to get you in the Christmas spirit.
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When a burned-out PICU nurse wanders off a mountain trail, and onto private property, the charming owner who comes to her rescue, invites her to spend the weekend in his luxury cabin.
Can the mysterious Cooper be the man to heal Ellie's broken heart?
To celebrate I'm revealing the next Bad For Me Cover, which will be a steamy reverse age gap fake romance, and for the first time Bad Bodyguard is 0.99!
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Snippet from Bad Behavior
I never considered myself altruistic, and I’m not about to start kidding myself about that now.
And I’d be lying if I said it was because she’s sweet and smart, or that seeing her that upset over a f**kwit who didn’t appreciate her kicked off my protective instincts.
It’s not even that she’s pretty and curvy.
I look at my reflection and smirk at the guy looking back at me. Back home I was just the guy from a small town where rugby was part of your DNA.
Here, I can be anyone I want to be.
And right now, what I want to be is the guy who sweeps Kinsey off her feet and right into my bed.
With a smirk at my reflection, I wrap a towel around my waist and decide to swim off the rest of my hangover before I visit Kinsey.
I make it to the living area before a knock at door makes me curse. I don’t even bother trying to tidy up the mess, I open the door, and exhale when I see a woman standing there.
The sun is streaming in from the window, so it takes me a second to recognise it’s Kinsey.
My mouth curves into a grin as she looks me over and blushes intensely. “Oh, um, sorry, did I catch you at a bad time?”
I shake my head and lean my arm on the door. “Nope. Just got out of the shower. You took off pretty quick last night?”
She doesn’t seem to know where to look, and I’m enjoying her embarrassment a little too much. “I’m sorry, I’m not great with meeting a lot of new people,” she says.
I nod and wish I had something to offer her. “I’d ask you to come inside, but I’m out of coffee,” I say.
She smiles so prettily my chest aches. “Well, if you want to, we could go out for coffee?” she says.
I smile even wider and lean closer to her. “Or I could come downstairs,” I say.
At the unintended double meaning she blushes even more, and I have to stop myself from laughing.
I doubt any of the girls would have thought that was even mildly funny but rather than laughing she seems pissed off with me. “You can’t help yourself, can you? It just oozes out of your pores,” she says.
I shrug. “Why waste a gift?”
Her brow crinkles together. “I was going to offer to buy you breakfast to discuss your offer, but I’m not—”
I hold up my hand as I finally twig to why she’s here so early. “You want me to be your boyfriend,” I say.
Her frown deepens. “Fake boyfriend. Just for the weekend and only if you promise not to tell anyone,” she says.
I nod as seriously as I can as I do a swooping motion across my bare chest. “Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye,” I recite.
Her lips press together then she blows out a sigh. “This is a bad idea. I can’t believe I considered it. If you blow this after what I told Brody last night—"
She doesn’t even need to finish the sentence, I know what this means to her. “How about this? If I mess this up you can dob me into the landlord about illegal barbeques,” I say.
That seems to do the trick. She juts out her hand and I slide hers into mine as she gives me a shy smile. “So, where would you like to go for breakfast?” she says.
We're at T-Minus 2 weeks from my latest Fake Romance releasing! Woot Woot!
I love these characters and can't wait for you to meet Nikau, my rugby playing, risk taking, wickedly naughty Kiwi.
He's bad, he's sexy, and he'll do whatever it takes to make Kinsey his...
I can’t say I’ve ever enjoyed football, but this is something entirely different, and I’m suddenly beginning to understand why it’s so popular.
While it’s brutal, and I have no idea what’s going on, and I can’t understand how the players aren’t sustaining injuries with no padding, there is no denying I’m getting a little hot and bothered watching Nikau play.
It soon becomes apparent that he and Malachi are in a league of their own.
Either it’s instinct or experience, but they seem to hold the ball and score more than anyone else put together.
As I watch, and the scoreboard changes, I realize I know next to nothing about how it’s played.
I do learn it’s called a ‘try’ and not a touchdown. And other than the lack of protective gear, there are significant differences regarding throwing the ball, and tackling.
Reese echoes my sentiments when another try is scored, and the crowd simultaneously leap to their feet and we feel compelled to as well. “I have no idea what’s going on, but this is fucking amazing!” she shouts.
I laugh and have to agree as the players congratulate the player who scored. But it’s obvious Nikau is carrying the team.
He barely stops moving in the entire first forty minutes, and when he’s not playing, he’s talking to the other players, obviously coaching them too.
“You should take a picture, put it up on social, show The Bastard you’ve upgraded,” Reese says.
I glance at her, then at Nikau, and pull a face. “I don’t know,” I say.
Reese glares at me, and before I can stop her, she pulls out her own phone, and snaps a lot of photos. “I’ll do it for you, and after the game, I’ll take one of you two, and put it up too,” she says.
I open my mouth to protest, but she’s tapping away furiously on her phone and I know she’s probably right. No one will believe Nikau’s my boyfriend if I don’t start acting like he is.
“There, it’s all on your account,” she says as she shows me the post she just made.
I gape at her as I stare at the images on screen and the text underneath announcing I’m watching my new boyfriend kick everyone’s ass.
Worse than that, she’s changed my status to ‘in a relationship’. “What the hell, Reese! How did you get access to my Facebook account?”
She just shrugs. “You really need to change your passwords. You’re so predictable,” she says.
I’m not sure whether to be alarmed or insulted, but I’m more concerned by the text and that she’s tagged Nikau and sent him a friend request.
Any chance to discuss her invading my privacy disappears when another whistle blows and after a lot of back-slapping happening, the game appears to be over.
Rather than go in the direction of the rest of the team, Nikau is standing talking to the owner of the team, water bottle in one hand, mouth guard in the other.
“Don’t be mad. I did it for your own good. It would look weird if you weren’t friends with him, and you people will want to tag you both at the reunion,” Reese says.
She has a point, if I’m going to do this, I need to start laying the groundwork first.
As Nikau walks off the field, my phone starts to blow up with likes and comments.
Worse, when I look at Nikau, he has his phone out and is wearing a crooked smile.
His eyes find mine, and he smiles even wider before a text arrives from an unknown number.
Since it’s official, come have a drink with us in the clubroom.
I swallow hard as my entire body blazes with embarrassment.
Thanks to Reese everyone I’m friends with will have seen my announcement.
Since we share a lot of friends, there’s no way Brody hasn’t seen this.
Even if I hadn’t told him I was seeing Nikau, it’s too late to back out now. I’m committed to this crazy idea of fake dating a total stranger.
For all intents and purposes, the sexiest man I’ve ever met is now my boyfriend.
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