Santa Delivers All Sorts Of Good Things in ‘Naughty or Nice’

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In my holiday novella, Naughty or Nice, Olivia has just finished her Christmas Eve shift in retail. She’s looking forward (not) to a quiet evening alone when she bumps into the mall Santa – who happens to be the guy she’s been crushing on from afar, filling in for some extra cash. Olivia decides to take a chance on an evening with Jason, and finds out that wishes really do come true – in spite of meddling best friends.


“Maybe we should move to the bed,” she said breathlessly.
Jason smiled down at her. “I have to stop kissing you first, and I don’t know if I can do that,” he said with a chuckle, kissing her once more.
He finally eased off of her, pulling her up to a sitting position. Olivia pushed her mussed-up hair out of her face self-consciously as she caught sight of his impish grin.
“What?” she asked, running her fingers under her eyes just in case her mascara had smudged or something.
“Is that – ” he looked past her shoulder. “Is that a Hitachi wand?” Continue reading

Tidbit Tuesday: Things Aren’t Always What They Seem In SEASINGER

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In Seasinger, Shira Wen is a cultural anthropologist who’s done a little too much digging – and it’s made her a target of some very powerful supernatural creatures. On top of that, her new boss at the university is her ex, a lecherous jerk who nearly wrecked her career. Into all this chaos strides Kai Vance – a man with one hell of a secret. . .


A short walk down the hall put her in front of Robert’s door. She didn’t bother knocking.
“This is the last straw,” she fumed, slamming the spreadsheet down on the desk. “You can’t end the Young Anthro program just so you can have some extra PR money.”
“I can, and I did,” he replied smoothly. His smile didn’t falter. “Part of my job is keeping this department fiscally responsible. Your program, while laudable, requires resources that the department can’t afford to float.”
“We’ll have some more fundraisers,” Shira said in exasperation. “Car washes and bake sales! I can -”
“Again, it’s a matter of resources. Every minute you’re sitting at a bake sale table is time you could have spent working lesson plans, speaking at a school, attending a conference, or working at a dig site.”
“So…” she bit her lip, thinking. “I’ll limit our Anthro trips to our working sites.”
“Where you’ll be supervising teens instead of working,” Robert pointed out. “Shira, it’s already done. I’ve finalized the revised budget and it’s been approved. Maybe we can talk about a summer workshop for a few days duration, if we have the residual funding.”
“And you couldn’t have discussed this with me?” she fumed.
“There was nothing to discuss.” Robert got to his feet and walked around the desk, smiling in a very patronizing way. “I realize this club is your baby, but I know you’re better than this, Shira. You’re a scientist, and a good one. We need you doing more important things.”
“Such as?”
“I’m putting together a think tank. We’ll meet once a month as a group, but I plan on having some intensive one-on-ones so I can…get to know people better.” He reached out, twirling a lock of her hair around his finger. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.” Continue reading

Tidbit Tuesday: Getting Over True Love Is Never Easy

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In my novel, Someday in Dublin, Michael and Amy have a whirlwind romance that hits an overwhelming obstacle, leaving them both wounded. With an ocean between them, they both find it hard to recover, and even harder to get over what was nearly in their grasp. In this scene, Michael is doing his best to keep life on an even pace, but his loving cat, Useless, has something to say about that.


Michael stared at the television set, flipping through the channels one more time, even though he’d already done it twice.
He glanced over at the clock on the wall.
“It’s not even nine,” he said, “And here I sit.” He looked over at Useless, who blinked at him slowly before she lifted a paw and began a bath.
“I can’t even think,” Michael said in disgust. Continue reading

Now Available – My New Halloween Novella!

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Tasha is a witch, imprisoned by a spiteful warlock for over three centuries. Her curse prevents her from leaving her house on all but one night – All Hallow’s Eve. From dusk to dawn she can indulge in the pleasures of the flesh, draining poor mortals with her appetites and trying to satisfy herself after entirely too much deprivation.

When she finds herself mysteriously drawn to a handsome stranger during her revels, she may have finally met her match. But will her endlessly tasty new treat end up being a trick that she never anticipated?

Available on Kindle or Smashwords.