Release date announcement!!!

This is one of those good news bad news posts, and I’m sorry for it.  

I sincerely thought I would be done with Breaking Her months ago, but it didn’t quite work out that way.  Because life.  Recently, I’ve been holed up to finish, and I was positive I’d be done weeks ago, but every day I thought was the last day I came up with something that I absolutely had to add to the story, or something that needed to go, or something that needed to be reworked completely.  I’m not the fastest writer.  I’m just not.  I linger at every line, dissect it, move on, come back, wash, rinse, repeat.  And this story for me particularly had to end in just the right way.  It had to suit Scarlett, and she is not an easy woman to please.  Priority one for me was doing these characters the justice I felt they deserved.

The bad news:  Breaking Her is still being worked on.  Edited, fine-tuned, all the shit you do to a book to make it shiny and pretty before you hand your baby out to the world.

I was so sure I’d have at least some ARC paperbacks for ABF, and I do not.  I simply couldn’t get them shipped in time.  You have no idea how sad I am about it.  I will, however, be taking orders for all attendees, and I’ll send out signed copies for anyone who orders at the event from my first shipment of paperbacks. 

 The good news:  I will be doing the cover reveal this weekend, at Austin Book Fest, so keep an eye out for that!  And finally.  I know, fucking finally!  I have a release date!  Breaking her will go live on March 29th!   

For ABF attendees:  We have lots of fun stuff planned for this event!  We’ll be doing the cover reveal at our table, giving out over 50 audiobooks, and #Becausetequila shot glasses to anyone that either buys a book, or brings one in for me to sign.  All of the freebies are first come first serve.  Can’t wait to see you there!

Why Breaking Him is the best thing I've ever written. Yeah, I said it.

I love writing.  It is my passion and has been for as long as I can remember.  Whether it was writing strange little stories just for myself inside of hand-me-down notepads, or banging my head against the epic task that is writing a full-length novel on an actual computer, I have long adored putting my thoughts into words

That being said, I love all of my stories, and every single one of my characters.  I wouldn’t write them if I didn’t.  They all hold a special, precious, invaluable place in my heart.  My characters all have some piece of me inside of them, be it big or small, bad or good.  

They all speak to me in some way, but Dante and Scarlett are by far the loudest.

Dante and Scarlett.  

Oh my Lord.  Scarlett and Dante. 

These two are special to me.  Their journey is no doubt the messiest thing I’ve written, and arguably the most heart-breaking, but it is EVERYTHING to me.  These two are under my skin.  They are pervasive characters, to the point that they don’t just invade my waking thoughts, but invade my sleep as well.  As my husband can attest, I’ve bolted out of bed at 3,4, and 5 a.m. many, many times over the last six months, just dying to jot down my Scarlett and Dante filled dreams.  

I breathe these characters.  I bleed them.    

I’m not going to sugar-coat it.  Scarlett has a polarizing personality.  She is not comfortable with any type of middle ground.  She thrives on extremes.  I can’t say if you’ll like her right away.  I honestly can’t.  I personally did, because I feel strongly for women that hold a grudge.  But what I do think is that at some point you will find yourself sympathizing with her, especially if you’ve ever been mistreated to the point that you lost some part of yourself in it.  

And Dante.  Don’t even get me started.  

Dante.  I can almost guarantee that while reading this duet you will find yourself both loving and hating him, but trust me when I say that all of the pain and anger will be worth it.  If I had to name one dominant quality that defines Dante, it would be that he’s protective of the people he loves.  There’s no other thing in a man that gets to me more.  Also, he gives as good as he gets..

And he’s dreamy.  

Breaking Him is, in my honest opinion, the best thing I’ve ever written.  So if you like my books, or if you like angst, epic love, and FEELING(bad, good, happy, sad, angry)please, give it a shot.  

And for those of you who have already read it, THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart.  You are my rock stars.  And if you have a minute, reviews mean everything to an indie like me.  My #1 marketing tool has ALWAYS been word of mouth.  Readers are the ones that make it possible for me to continue to write, and every review published gets this book that much more attention.    

You might call me an evil bitch (seriously you can call me that if you really want to, it kind of tickles me, and I’ve gotten worse) but there’s nothing I love more than to write a sequel with the enthusiasm of readers egging me on.  It’s the best feeling in the world.  So, while I may not have a good answer (right this moment) for when Breaking Her is released, please keep the comments coming.  Even the cursing I love.  One of my favorite posts so far was a meme of a kid flipping me the bird, if that gives you any ideas:)


Here are some FAQs for the Love is War duet.

1.  Flight attendants?  Again?  Is this connected to Up in the Air?

Yes, I am writing about flight attendants again, because it’s fun for me, and it worked for the book, but no, these characters are not directly connected to the Up in the Air universe.  

Might some of my other characters pop up randomly, because I just can’t help myself?  For sure.

2.  How long are the books, and the series?

Breaking Him is 300 some odd pages, and I fully expect Breaking Her to be quite a bit longer.  This will be a two book series, and I already have a healthy chunk of book two finished, so while I don’t have a release date, I will say that it should be soon.  My main priority is making Breaking Her into the book that I NEED it to be.  I need to do Scarlett and Dante justice.    

3.  What genre is this series, and how would you compare it to your other books?

It’s a bit different than anything else I’ve ever done, but the fundamentals are the same.  It is a deeply emotional love story, and I would categorize it as contemporary romance with an edge.  

4.  Will any of the side characters in this series get their own books?

I haven’t started writing anything for any of them yet, but I wouldn’t rule it out.  In fact, I’d guess it’s likely, but which ones and when, that I can’t say yet.  

5.  So should I really read it?

Yes!  Read it with a buddy, or go it alone and then join my spoiler group to talk it out when you're finished. :)Why are you still reading my post? You should be reading it already! Go, read!


While I do not have an exact release date (sometime in mid-March) I do have some details about The Other Man, a blurb, and a cover.  Here it is!

The Other Man can be read as a standalone.  No prior reading is necessary.  It takes place in The Wild Side universe, but it will be the only book devoted to Lourdes and Heath.


He was brazen as hell from the moment I laid eyes on him.  He was aggressive, and dominant, with Mack truck arms, and a bar brawler voice.  

He was too good looking for his own good, with a hard jaw, and harder eyes.  

I’d always led a fairly peaceful life, but even I could tell at a glance that this man was dangerous.  For so many reasons.

Not the least of which being that rough, dirty, sheet-clawing sex fairly radiated off him. 

I’d thought I’d known how to handle every kind of man, but this one left me baffled. 

To say he wasn’t my type was putting it lightly.  

But you couldn’t tell that to my libido.  

Not even when I found out the truth.  

My lover had lied to me from the very start.  

Nothing about our meeting was a coincidence.

  P.S.  In Flight is still on sale for .99 for a very limited time!


P.S.  In Flight is still on sale for .99 for a very limited time!


Last weekend was my 3rd Wicked Book Weekend, and since I’m feeling nostalgic, I thought I’d blog about it.

A few years ago I attended my very first book signing.  It was Wicked Book Weekend 2013.  To say I was nervous is a vast understatement.  I was petrified.  This is a little known but extremely embarrassing fact:  I threw my guts up the morning of the signing.  

No, this was not because I’d had too much to drink.  I was literally so nervous that I’d made myself sick.  

Now, I consider myself to be a social person (I love people!) but before that weekend I’d never met anyone in the book world, and I had no idea what to expect, and while I’d made some book friends online, I’d also had some people be pretty mean to me online, as I’m sure all authors can relate to, so I really didn’t know what to expect.  Basically, I was just scared that people wouldn’t be nice to me, and I certainly didn’t expect many of the attendees to have a clue who I was.  

So, long story short, all of these factors seemed to coalesce into me vomiting profusely right before my first signing(I know it’s gross but it’s just the truth!)   Despite all of this, though, my sister, April, who thank God came with me for moral support, held my hair back, helped me put myself together, and somehow make it on time to the event.  

If you’ve been to any of these signings you kind of know where this is heading, because here’s where it gets awesome.  

People were not only not mean to me, they were THE NICEST.  

The sweetest, most supportive, most kickass, badass chicks I’ve ever met, I’ve met at or around a book signing.  Nice, awesome women are not the exception in this community, they are the rule.  I’ve never seen anything like it, and I frankly can’t get enough of it.    

And that was the weekend where I learned that readers are my friends.  Not just friends.  Good friends.  Awesome friends.  Make my life more fulfilling friends.  After that wonderful weekend, I was never afraid to sign up for another event.  Just the opposite.  Signings have become one of my all time favorite things to do.  Meeting and reuniting with the women that read my books and made my life awesome  is as addictive as ever.  (Thank you, Ana!) 

Nothing but love,


P.S.  You'll also be happy to know that I am 100% puke free since that first signing:)


Less than two weeks until you get your hands on Mr. Beautiful!  Here's a teaser to tide you over:)  

Oh, and just a few more hours left to grab The Firsts before it dissapears!



It was some endless span of time later, after the shooting.  

Weeks that felt like ages.  Time I’d spent agonizing and worrying.  

I’d adjusted almost completely to working from home, as I wouldn’t even consider leaving her side while she recovered.  My businesses suffered through some minor hiccups for this, but nothing catastrophic.  All of it had become rather relative, besides.  

So what if a few other people helped me run things, and I lost control over some of the minute details that used to consume me?  I couldn’t even recall why it was so important to manage it all myself anymore.  

What was the worst that could be happen?  I’d become slightly less filthy rich?

We were dining privately, and Bianca was being very quiet.  Too quiet.  She was up in her own head again, though her worries were always the polar opposite of mine.  

She worried about me.  My stress levels, my lack of sleep, my unmet needs.

It was a difficult thing to grow accustomed to, as I couldn’t remember the last time, pre-Bianca, that someone fretted over me.

Not since my mother, I supposed.    

She cleared her throat and brought her level stare to meet my troubled one.

“I heard you talking on the phone earlier, to your Detroit manager.  It sounded as though the situation would best be handled if you went there in person.  I think you should do it.  You can’t stay home with me forever.  I’m perfectly self-sufficient now, and even if I wasn’t, I have Stephan and Javier next door, not to mention all of the staff.”  

I didn’t even consider it.  She may have been ready for that, but I was not.  

“Maybe in a week or two,” I told her, not meaning it, but using it as a subject ender.  

I went back to my food, feeling her presence acutely to my left.  I was a focused man, but I could not be in a room with Bianca without at least half of my attention on her at all times.  

Her presence was a great gaping void in my concentration—my ultimate distraction.

I caught her sigh out of the corner of my eye and turned my attention on her fully.  

She set down her utensils, sitting back in her chair.  

“Was it not to your liking?” I asked her, eyeing up her barely touched dinner.  She’d finished only about a third of her filet and less than half of her vegetables.  

“It was very good.  I just wasn’t that hungry.  I think you actually need to expend energy to work up an appetite.”

The words hungry and appetite coming out of her succulent mouth with that soft voice of hers was enough to make me hard, though it was a fact that it didn’t take much these days.  

I looked at her, keeping my eyes squarely on her face.  

I’d taken one look at the little dress she was wearing earlier and decided wisely not to look at it again.  

My control was hanging on by the thinnest thread, and that dress, or more specifically, the body it revealed more than clothed, was more provocative than I could stand.  

It was overkill, really. 

Inflammatory, when I was already on fire.  

Still, if I let my mind wander for even a second, I could picture it perfectly—her body in that dress.  

It was palest peach, a lovely color on her, feminine and loose, with ruffles at the neck and hem, and so minuscule that it could have been a shirt.  I had to force my mind away from any thoughts about her long, bare legs in it. 

It also exposed nearly her entire back, just one T shaped strap all that covered her from her shoulder to the little dimples above her ass, which was torment for all kinds of reasons, one being that her back drove me mindless, the other being that it meant she was braless, and that drove me from mindless to madness incarnate.

The neckline was decent enough, but the sides of the dress were cut severely, on account of the back, leaving the sides of both breasts exposed, so much so that the wrong movement could slip her clean out of it.  

I took a few deep, grounding breaths for control.

I allowed myself one brief glance at her bare neck.  Her choker was locked away, since the injury.  

The sight of her neck without it always made my fingers twitch restlessly.

This also brought my mind to other things she’d lost during her long hospital stay.  

Like both of her nipple piercings, which brought my mind to her breasts, the absolute last place it needed to go.

In spite of myself, I glanced at the white skin of one rounded tit where it nearly spilled out of the side of that damned dress.

And felt myself begin to shake.

I looked away, setting down my fork and knife, attempting to hide the fine tremor that ran through the entire length of me, and seemed to be most apparent in my hands.  

“James,” she said, voice quiet and solemn, almost chiding, like she knew what afflicted me. 

Like she held the cure if only I’d reach for it.  

She did, of course, but I wouldn’t let myself reach.  Not yet.    

It was too soon.  

She’d nearly died and needed time to recover, time unsullied by my selfish, unquenchable need.  

I didn’t look at her directly, but needless to say, I was still hyper aware of it when she stood and moved to stand at my side.  

I took in a deep breath, then let it out, calming myself and taking her in all at once.  

She touched the top of my head lightly with her elegant fingers.  “Oh, James,” she sighed, tone gentle enough to make me ache.  

She stroked her hand into my hair, gripped it lightly, and started to pull.  

She leaned forward, pressing my tense head to her soft bosom.  

I shut my eyes tight.

The image of me putting my ravenous self on her wounded self was a crystal clear picture in my head.  

Obsessively, repetitively, day and night, asleep or awake, I pictured this.  

It was very nearly too much to bear; this voracious, prodigious need of mine.   

I’d not gone through a celibate stage like this since I’d become sexually active, back in my teens.  In the beginning of our relationship, when Bianca had left me, I’d come close, but this spell had since outlasted that one.    

It was an ordeal.  

I jerked off at least five times a day, to cope with the readjustment, but it was about as satisfactory as eating cardboard instead of steak.     

My traitorous hands moved to grip the bare backs of her thighs, keeping her leaning against me.  

After one inflamed, torturous moment, I tore myself away.  

She let me go, moving back to her seat.  

I looked at her, making my gaze go to the bandaged side of her face, which I usually avoided, but not now, because I needed that reminder of why I had to put her needs before my own.  

Her injury was still dressed from the latest round of reconstructive surgery, covering one side of her face from cheekbone to jaw.  

It was a sobering sight, not because it was grisly, in fact I couldn’t even see the actual wound, it was covered so thoroughly, but because it was a stark and clear reminder of what had almost happened.

That reminder was dampening, which was what I needed at the moment.  

I finished eating, and Bianca quietly excused herself.   

I knew where she was going, and I forced myself to move in the opposite direction.  

If I followed her to her painting studio, watched her work on and around a canvas in that fucking dress, I’d surely snap, and lose all restraint.

She was not recovered enough for my unrestrained self.  

I tried not to follow her, to hover, as that was not what she wanted, but it was a constant struggle against myself not to check in on her.

Instead, I took up residence in my home office and attempted to work.  

That lasted all of thirty seconds.  

That fast and my mind was wandering back to her, and back to the image of my ravenous self on her recovering self, and I recalled rather urgently that I was do for another jerk off session.  

I had just pulled my erection from the oppressive confines of my pants when my office door opened with no preamble.

This was unusual.  Bianca never came to my office.    

She stepped inside, then shut the door behind her, not looking even slightly surprised at what I’d been up to, while I found myself flushing in embarrassment.

Her eyes were unflinching on mine as she approached.  

I’d pushed my chair back from the desk in preparation for my after dinner jerk session.  There was enough space between for her to fit.  

She did, facing me and leaning back until her ass was perched right on the edge.

I raised my desperate eyes to her devastating ones.  

Our gazes never wavered as, at the bottom of my vision, she lifted her wispy little dress up to bare herself.  

With a sigh of defeat, I let myself look, but only for the briefest moment.  

No panties, as I’d suspected.  

My eyes, as they returned to hers, were pleading now.    

I couldn’t fight her and myself.  

Myself was bad enough, but I’d never been any match for her.  

Not for one lovesick second since the first time I’d set eyes on her.

“You need more recovery time, Love,” I told her, voice desperate, heart pounding.  

“Shh,” she soothed, holding her arms out for me, her skirt falling back down to barely cover the essentials.  

With a shudder, I moved into her, sliding my chair close between her legs.  I rested my cheek on her soft, bare thigh and attempted and failed to hold onto any vague shred of my once dependable control.

She stroked her fingers through my hair.  

It wasn’t long before I raised my head to take her in again.  “Grip the edge of the desk with your hands,” I told her roughly, unsteady hands lifting her skirt, letting myself look my fill at last.  

“I’m off the painkillers,” she told me.  

My eyes jerked to hers, nostrils flaring as I caught what she meant me to.  We both knew I wouldn’t touch her impaired.  

“Why?” I asked, just to be sure.    

“I don’t like them, and the pain is manageable.”  

“You can’t do that.  You can’t make yourself suffer on my account.”  

“Don’t put this on yourself.  This is how I’ve always been.  I never could stand to take pain medication, no matter the reason, so as soon as it becomes bearable, I stop.”  

I shut my eyes tight and took a deep breath, so torn I was doubting myself.  

“Please, Mr. Cavendish,” she breathed.  

She was ruthless.  

I was lost.  

I turned my head, burrowing my face between her legs, tasting her.  

My moan was almost loud enough to drown out hers. 

A taste turned into a feast and I lapped at her, one hand pinching the tip of my cock to hold off on coming as my other hand delved between her thighs to finger her.  

She came undone fast, thank God, as I jammed two fingers into her and pushed my tongue repeatedly against the swollen nub of her clit.  

I pulled my face away to look at her as my hands went still, stopping her on the brink.  

I didn’t have to tell her.  She knew what to do.

She begged.


The pre-order is up for The Firsts!  Release date September 30th (less than a week away!)  

The 2 year anniversary of the first time I hit publish is fast approaching, as well as the release of Mr. Beautiful (Oct 15th) and to celebrate I wanted to do something really special, a sale unlike anything I've done before.  I present to you The Firsts:)

This is a limited time boxed set of the first books in all of my series. This set will only be available for one week, and is a savings of almost $12 from the current books' totaled prices. ***** A portion of the proceeds for this boxed set will benefit the Keith Milano Memorial fund at AFSP. ***** 
Set includes: 
In Flight 
Bad Things 
The Wild Side 
Breathing Fire

In Flight (Up in the Air #1) 
When reserved flight attendant Bianca gets one look at billionaire hotel owner James Cavendish, she loses all of her hard-won composure. For a girl who can easily juggle a tray of champagne flutes at 35,000 feet in three inch heels, she finds herself shockingly weak-kneed from their first encounter. The normally unruffled Bianca can't seem to look away from his electrifying turquoise gaze. They hold a challenge, and a promise, that she finds impossible to resist, and she is a girl who is used to saying no and meaning it. 
Bianca is accustomed to dealing with supermodels and movie stars in her job as a first class flight attendant, but James Cavendish puts them all to shame in the looks department. If only it were just his looks that she found so irresistible about the intimidating man, Bianca could have ignored his attentions. But what tempts her like never before is the dominant pull he seems to have over her from the moment they meet, and the promise of pleasure, and pain, that she reads in his eyes. 
This book is intended for ages 18 and up. 

Bad Things (Tristan & Danika #1) 
Danika hasn’t had an easy life. Being insanely attracted to bad boys has never helped make it easier. 
One look at Tristan, and every brain cell she possessed went up in smoke. This man was trouble with a capital T. It was a given. 
She knew better. Bad boys were bad. Especially for her. Considering her history, it was crazy to think otherwise. So why did crazy have to feel so damn fine? 
For as long as she could remember, Danika had been focused on the future with single-minded purpose. Tristan came along and taught her everything there was to know about letting go, and living in the present. She fell, hard and deep. Of course, that only made her impact with the ground that much more devastating. 
Bad Things is about Tristan and Danika, and their train wreck of a love story. This series can be read as a standalone, or with the Up in the Air series. 

The Wild Side (The Wild Side #1) 
Are you ready to take a walk? Alasdair Masters is in a rut. He just hit forty, has been nearly celibate for the past year, and his life has turned into a daily sequence of lonely patterns that revolve around avoiding human contact. 
His tidy life is turned on its head when a hot young blonde at the gym that’s been pseudo-stalking him decides to rock his world. A very young blonde. Way, way too young for him. The problem is, he can’t seem to tell her no, and she just keeps coming back for more. 
It doesn’t help that he’s ninety percent sure she’s a criminal, and still, he can’t seem to turn her down. What is a dull introvert to do when a chaotic cyclone that oozes sexuality comes twisting into his life? 
At first, he thinks she’ll give him a heart attack, but after his twenty-year marriage ended a year ago, he’s been a little lost, and when she comes crashing into his life, he realizes that he’s never felt more alive. 

Breathing Fire (Heretic Daughters #1 
Every head start has a price… 
Seven years ago, Jillian burned just about every bridge she ever had. Being a lifelong fugitive, she’d seen it as her only chance to get away clean, but it had taken its toll. 
In a world where those with supernatural powers must stay hidden from normal society, being a creature that even most of the supernatural community considered a myth did not make for an easy life. And when the ex she ran away from finds her again, it’s about to get much harder. It doesn’t help that she’s still hopelessly in love with him…


The Facebook page just hit 21k Likes!  Wow!  THANK YOU!  I've said this before, and I'll say it again - MY READERS ARE THE BEST!!!  To celebrate how awesome you are, I'm doing a giveaway!

One winner will get a Michael Kors bag stuffed with swag, a Michael Kors card case, and a signed paperback of choice!  


Dair went live today, completing The Wild Side trilogy.  

To celebrate Dair's release, I'm finally announcing the release date for Mr. Beautiful (Up in the Air #4)  This book will not only be a male POV novel, but also a continuation of the series, with POVs from James, Stephan, Tristan, Akira and Frankie:)  

IT WILL RELEASE ON OCTOBER 15TH, 2014!  I should have a pre-order up for this one within the next week or two.  

For those of you who don't know who this Mr. Beautiful is, now is a great time to meet him:)

Dair live on iBooks!!! Big thanks to the team @iBooks




I’d started writing everything about her down.  I didn’t want to forget.

The color of her hair.  The depth of her eyes.  The stubborn shape of her jaw.  The way her lips shaped words with such expression.  The way her voice made my chest ache.  The way she gave advice beyond her years.    

The way she listened like she cared about every word. 

The way she made me feel—Alive.  

Every curve and hollow of her body was recorded, in my mind, and now my hard drive.   

There was a bit of truth in every lie, and even if it had only been fed to me in the smallest increments, I wanted, needed to remember the real Iris. 

Because in the end, there was one irrefutable thing that I couldn’t deny.

Hostage or hustler, sinner or saint, whatever she was or wasn’t, whether she lied to my face or taunted me with hints of the truth, all of this seemed always to defer to the more pertinent fact at hand.  

She was mine.  





After yet another shocking discovery, followed by a disturbing letter, Dair is almost certain Iris has left his life for good.  He tries his best to move on.  

Easier said than done, and when an unexpected and dangerous opportunity arises for him to find out what happened to her, he doesn’t hesitate to take it.  

As usual, with Iris, the answer leaves him more lost than the question.  

Every revelation is shrouded in mystery, and every disclosure leaves Dair more in the dark than ever.  

And when finally, the messy truth is revealed in its entirety, will he be ready for it?


This is the final installment in Iris and Dair’s story

This book is intended for readers 18 and up.


Better late than never:)  Here’s the cover for DAIR, the third and final book in The Wild Side trilogy, going live this FRIDAY! (This one does not have a pre-order)

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In case you missed it! BOOK BASH GIVEAWAY! 50 winners!!!

Book Bash is almost here!  It's going to be a blast, and to celebrate, I'm doing a HUUUUGE giveaway at the event.  50 audiobooks (on Audible) to the first 50 readers that come see me and complete ANY single one of the tasks listed below.    

1. Show me your copy of Iris on your reading device, or even a picture of the book on said device. (releases June 27th)

2. Wear neon.  Shirt, shoes, bracelet, sunglasses, nail polish.  Anything counts.  

3. Wear any Lilley gear (shirt, pin, luminous bracelet)

4. Wear any kind of Gladiator sandals.  

5. Wear a bow tie.

6. Sing a line from Drunk in Love or Partition.  (This one is my favorite!)

Anyone within that 50 that completes all 5 tasks will also be getting a signed paperback:)

IRIS TEASER. And did you see there's a pre-order?

Here's a little snippet from iris:)  Just a little over two weeks until release, but the pre-order is available now!

“Sit down," Iris ordered.  "I know just what to get, but I want to surprise you.”  She smiled at me over her shoulder as she walked away.  

Her eyes scrambled my brain.  I couldn’t even properly check out her ass until she’d turned them from me.

She’d said she wanted to surprise me, but I watched the entire thing from my chair, mouth dry, fists clenched.  

She chose the sweet cream flavored ice cream, mixed it with cinnamon, and topped it with powdered sugar, shooting me that sweet, wicked smile of hers from time to time.  

I was wearing a T-shirt, but I found myself pulling at my collar, as though the loose material was too tight.  I’d thought about her a lot since she’d left, but my memories hadn’t done justice to the way she made my blood pressure rise with just a glance.  

It was out of hand, to say the least.   

She joined me, sitting close beside me instead of across, her left hand going to my knee to rub as she arranged the first small spoonful of the sin she was weaving for me.

“Let me take the first bite, make sure it turned out right,” said Iris.  

I swallowed hard and watched.

“Do you think of me every time you taste cinnamon now, baby?” she asked, the most irresistible twinkle in her eye.

I didn’t even have words for that bit of torment.  

She absolutely knew what she did to me.

And she loved every second of it.

I could only nod.  

“Me too.  It’ll never be the same.”  She leaned in very close, giving me a stellar view of her cleavage.  

Her voice lowered to just above a whisper.  “Just the smell of it Dair, and I’m wet.”

I swear I forgot my own name, where I was, and how I’d gotten there as she took that first luscious bite.  

I watched raptly as the cold spoon pushed past her lips into her mouth, her tongue swirling over the bit of cinnamon flecked ice cream.  

Fucking hell.  

As though it wasn’t overkill, she kept that spoon in her mouth for a long while, licking it, sucking it until it went past clean and clearly into dirty.  

Finally she pulled it free, smiled, and reiterated her earlier mind-boggling statement.  “Wet.”

I shut my eyes, done for and aware of it.    

She was soothing chaos.

Like that first taste of anesthesia, before you lost your senses. 

Or the venom that numbed you before it killed you.

I really couldn’t decide which.  

The verdict was definitely still out on that.

“Ready for a taste?”  

Fuck me and her loaded questions.  

But I opened my eyes, nodded, and took everything she offered with no hesitation. 

And there it was.  That flavor that had been assigned to a memory I could never forget.  The sweet spice of the cinnamon, the powdery texture of the sugar, and that sweet creamy flavor that tied it all together.  

 Yep, I was ruined for cinnamon.  

She’d known it and I knew it now.  


The PRE-ORDER is live for IRIS!

Yep!  That's right!  This one has a pre-order:)  

Series reading order:

The Wild Side (The Wild Side #1) Available now!  

IRIS (The Wild Side #2) Due out June 27th!

DAIR (The Wild Side #3) Due out July 25th, Cover and pre-order coming soon!


Okay, I don't have any pre-order links yet, but I do have a cover for Iris, and the release dates for both Iris and Dair.

IRIS (The Wild Side #2) will release on June 27th.

DAIR (The Wild Side #3) will release on July 25th

Synopsis and pre-orders coming next week.  

And here is the cover for IRIS!!!


The Wild Side, the first installment in my 3 part novella series, is now available for sale on Amazon, Barnes&Noble, Kobo, and iTunes!

For the Barnes&Noble click here.

For the iTunes link, click here.

For the Kobo link, click here.


Alasdair Masters is in a rut. He just hit forty, has been nearly celibate for the past year, and his life has turned into a daily sequence of lonely patterns that revolve around avoiding human contact. 
His tidy life is turned on its head when a hot young blonde at the gym that’s been pseudo-stalking him decides to rock his world. A very young blonde. Way, way too young for him. The problem is, he can’t seem to tell her no, and she just keeps coming back for more. 
It doesn’t help that he’s ninety percent sure she’s a criminal, and still, he can’t seem to turn her down. What is a dull introvert to do when a chaotic cyclone that oozes sexuality comes twisting into his life? 
At first, he thinks she’ll give him a heart attack, but after his twenty-year marriage ended a year ago, he’s been a little lost, and when she comes crashing into his life, he realizes that he’s never felt more alive. 
Is a walk on the wild side just what he needs to get his life on track or a disaster in the making? Is it possible for someone that much younger to be just what he needs, or is she a fortune hunter, as everyone keeps telling him? Is it his hormones telling him that the mysterious younger woman is the one, or could it be more? 
This book is intended for readers 18 and up.

The next two installments of the series will be released in June and July, cover reveals and release dates coming soon:)



Cover reveal for Authority!

I don't have a release date for this one, but I do have a name, an amazing cover (Photogragh and design by Sara Eirew)  And here's a few details:  This will be released after Mr. Beautiful, and will be a standalone novel, connected to the Up in the Air series.  It will be a heavy BDSM themed erotic romance focusing on the character Pete (the horse trainer from Mile High)