Monday, July 21, 2014

San Amaro Singles - GIVEAWAY

I'm having a giveaway this week - since I now have print copies of all three books in the San Amaro Singles series:  With Strings Attached, How to Love and Slammed.




I'm giving away two sets of the series. You can enter on my Facebook page or by commenting here! I'll include any comments from here in the draw. Winners to be drawn Friday July 25!



To enter, answer this question:

Would you rather...

Swim
Surf
Climb a mountain
Lie on the beach

Throughout the week I'll also be introducing you the heroes of all three books - Matt, Carlos, Mike and Dylan ...
First up ...Matt Ferber from With Strings Attached:
Matt is a great guy. He owns a brew pub where the locals hang out. He enjoys tending bar and talking to everyone. He has lots of friends, and likes to help them and look after his mom and his sisters. Everyone likes him -- although his ex girlfriend left because he was "boring". He thinks women want to be "just friends" with him (he's wrong). His best friend (with benefits) is Corey. She knows that everyone sees Matt as a friendly, easy going guy--but in bed, he's super sexy, a little kinky and likes to take charge...
 

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Warning!



So you know those cute warnings Samhain books have at the end of the blurb? Here’s the first one I wrote for Reward of Three:


“Warning: This is not a romance, as in, two (or even three) people falling in love. Also, this is not a full-length novel. This novella contains three people in a committed relationship, love and laughter, sorrow and anger, and hot and sweet M/M/F sex.”


My editor nixed that version because it sounded like I was anticipating snarky reviews the book would get. Which I totally was! So it’s not surprising to me to see comments about Reward of Three from readers surprised that this book isn’t a romance. Hello? It’s the third book in a series about three people in a committed ménage à trois relationship—why would anyone think this is going to be a typical “romance”  - as in boy-meets-girl, they fall in love, HEA kind of romance?


It is a love story—as I said, about three people in a relationship where things go wrong and they make mistakes and almost lose their way…but find each other again.


Also, this story deals with a really difficult scenario that many couples can relate to. Some readers might not enjoy reading the story because of that, if it brings back too many memories. I’ve heard from other readers, though, that they enjoyed the book because they could relate to what the characters are going through.

Also, not every couple who experiences this tragedy has a “happily ever after” ending like Reward of Three does. And I truly feel for those couples. Real life doesn’t always have happy endings. In real life, the people we love don’t always love us back. In real life, we make mistakes and sometimes we can’t fix them. That’s why I love reading and writing romance—because we know there will be a HEA.
 

Of course everyone experiences tragedy differently and I totally respect that, and I totally respect anyone who might choose not to read Reward of Three for that reason. But although a certain subject matter in a book might trigger painful feelings for some readers -- that doesn’t mean it's not a good story.


Here's the official warning for Reward of Three: :-)

Warning: Our sexy threesome is back for their happy ending. Keep extra tissues on hand for tears, a fan on standby for hot sex, and a post-it note to remind you to take a deep breath. It’s time to find out if the juice is really worth the squeeze.





Monday, July 7, 2014

Rule of Three memories in Chicago


So hey, I'm in Chicago, where all the Rule of Three books are set. I've been exploring places that are in the book. Saturday afternoon I was at the Oak Street Beach. Remember this scene from Rule of Three:

The next afternoon, Dag met Chris and Kassidy at the beach, lazing away a sunny June Sunday on the shore of Lake Michigan, people watching, but mostly watching each other, Kassidy in a tiny bikini that exposed maximum flesh to the sun for it to turn it a deep golden hue, gleaming with the sunscreen Dag and Chris helped her apply with tantalizing strokes of both their hands.

This is where that took place:




On Sunday, we went to a White Sox game. In Rule of Three, Chris and Dag go to a Cubs game (the Cubs are away while we're her) but  here's a snippet from Rule of Three when Chris and Dag go to the Cubs game...

Chris and Dag walked in, bringing the smell of fresh air and sunshine with them. Their eyes sparkled, their faces were tanned from sitting in the sun all afternoon at Wrigley Field and they looked like they’d been laughing.


“Hey, sweetheart, sorry we’re late,” Chris said, hugging her and kissing her mouth. He smelled like beer. Not obnoxiously, like he was drunk, just as if he’d had a few.


“It’s my fault,” Dag said from behind him, and she met his sexy dark eyes. Once again that little current of electricity jolted her as their eyes met and held. “These are for you.”


He held out a cellophane cone full of pale pink and fuchsia gerbera daisies, all bright and cheery. She’d been ready to be annoyed, but the sweet gesture softened her up, even though she totally recognized it as sucking up.


“Thank you.” She moved to take them from him. He opened his arms for a hug. She hesitated. For some reason she did not want to touch him. But she moved toward him anyway and gave him one of those superficial, barely touching hugs you give a near-stranger or an uncle you haven’t seen for years.


But that wasn’t good enough for him, and he pulled her in and gave her a quick squeeze that pressed her breasts into his chest and sent fire licking over her. It was over in a second but she had to swallow and clasp her hands tightly around the flowers. She focused on them instead of Dag.


“They’re beautiful,” she said. “I love them.”


Dag smiled, his dark eyes crinkling and warm. Both he and Chris were bright-eyed and suntanned and happy, and her heart swelled at seeing Chris so relaxed and cheerful. A surge of gratitude toward Dag rose inside her, gratitude for coming back to see his old friend, for bringing such a smile to his face and a sparkle to his eyes. Not that Chris had been miserable. She just knew this meant a lot to him. So she sent a warm smile Dag’s way, and once again their gazes hooked together and hung there, suspended, as if she couldn’t look away.




And Monday all the pretty little patio restaurants reminded me of this scene from Rule of Three. This lunch that Dag and Kassidy had is the first time they spent alone together...Dag's talking about his idea for a new business venture and getting to know Kassidy,and we have a tiny foreshadowing of things to come in Reward of Three...

Their lunches arrived and they ate as they continued talking, asking each other questions and throwing out suggestions, and the interest and excitement built inside her as if she’d caught it from him like a virus. A good virus.


“So, that’s what you want to spend your money on?” she finally asked.


He smiled. “Well. I haven’t decided for sure. I didn’t plan to start off right on the ground floor with something, I was kind of looking for something already established that I could invest in. But man, I’m pumped about this.”


“It’s a lot of work.”


“Yeah. But I think I have enough connections that I can find the people I need.” He lifted a brow. “Wanna come work for me, Kassidy?”


Her mouth fell open and she stared across the table at him.








“Are you serious?” she asked, blinking rapidly at him.


He laughed. “Yes and no. I’d love to have you, but I’m nowhere near ready.”


“You don’t even know me,” she protested. “How do you know I’m any good at my job?”


“I know you’re good.” He winked at her and watched her cheeks bloom with color. Christ, she was gorgeous, all animated during their discussion. Once she’d gotten what he was talking about, her quick mind had thrown out things he hadn’t even thought of—good ideas, but also barriers he hadn’t anticipated. Problem solving with her was a rush.


“What made you go into training and development as a career?” he asked.


“Well, I actually thought of becoming a teacher. All through high school, that’s what I intended to do.”


“You like kids?”


She blinked at him, but smiled. “Yeah. I love kids.”


“Me too. Not that I’ll likely ever have any,” he added. “Anyway, go on.”


“I started working at my first part-time job in this office that had really horrible management, and I had all these ideas how they could improve the place. I got interested in how businesses work and making things better. So then I wanted to go into business, but since I like the aspect of teaching, I decided to specialize in training and development.”


“Cool.” He had a sense from those words “make things better” that she also liked to make people better. Maybe sometimes whether they wanted it or not. Which was admirable but could also be annoying. He smiled at her, liking her sense of purpose. “Anyway. You’re probably happy where you are. But you never know, one day if things work out…keep it in mind. Maybe in the meantime, though, you can be a sounding board for me. Hey, I know—I could pay you a consulting fee.”


She opened her mouth then closed it. Then opened it again. “Great,” she said, glancing at her watch. “You owe me…two hundred dollars for the last hour.”


Laughter burst from his lips and he shook his head. “Nice try.”


Tuesday, July 1, 2014

News!

I'm happy to announce that I have just signed a contract with Entangled Publishing!

Flutterby is the first of a planned series of four novellas about four female friends living in Chicago.  I don't have many details as of yet since the contract was all just signed, sealed and delivered yesterday, so stay tuned!

Thursday, June 26, 2014






DONE!! The WIP is done! Hockey book #2 (still need a title, hmmmmm...) is finished! I wrote a book!



Wednesday, June 25, 2014

NHL Awards 2014

My thoughts on the NHL Awards last night...I was struck by the humble and modest responses of every single award winner, whether in their acceptance speech or when interviewed - all give credit to their teams and their families for their success. 

Sidney Crosby of the Pittsburg Penguins poses with the Ted Lindsay Award, the Hart Trophy and the Art Ross Trophy after winning the awards at the NHL Awards on Tuesday, June 24, 2014 in Las Vegas. (JOHN LOCHER/AP)
(JOHN LOCHER/AP)


I was so moved by Dominic Moore getting the Masterson Trophy after what he has been through. 


Also, I predict P.K.Subban has a future career as a broadcaster. 

Some red carpet pics..