Thursday, March 31, 2011

Thursday Thirteen!

Thirteen Kinds of Pudding!

1. Banana

2. Butterscotch

3. Caramel

4. Chocolate

5. Lemon

6. Peanut Butter

7. Pistacchio

8. Pumpkin

9. Rice

10. Strawberry

11. Tapioca

12. Vanilla

13. White Chocolate

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Wednesday, March 30, 2011

DEAD SEXY Gets 5 Nymphs from Literary Nymphs!

I'm so excited! Rose Nymph from Literary Nymphs Reviews gave DEAD SEXY, my hot paranormal romance from Ellora's Cave, 5 Nymphs! Check it out! "I must admit to feeling more than a little trepidation before starting Dead Sexy. I was morbidly intrigued by the unusual mixture of erotic romance and the undead and wondered where it could possibly lead. First, we have Drake, who is not particularly likable to begin with but who redeems himself through a forced journey of discovery, thanks to turning into the walking dead when he least expects it. Then there is the very affable Simone, who won me over with her down-to-earth attitude. I greatly enjoyed the story within a story idea; Simone’s trouble with writer’s block and the pressures of publishers brought out my more compassionate side. The way the couple’s relationship develops struck a chord with me as sometimes you don’t need long to realize you want a person in your life for good. The alienation Drake feels and the compassion Simone has for him is very realistic, despite the paranormal reasons and the passion between them is amazing. Reading this book definitely required letting go of conventional thought at times and after finishing it, I’m still not sure how the author did it, but the contradicting genres ended up working very well indeed and I just could not put Dead Sexy down!"

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Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Thursday Thirteen!

Thirteen Celebrities with Tattoos!

1. Alyssa Milano

2. Angelina Jolie

3. Christina Ricci

4. Colin Farrell

5. David Boreanaz

6. Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson

7. Jessica Alba

8. Johnny Depp

9. Josh Duhamel

10. Megan Fox

11. Nicolas Cage

12. Tyler Christopher

13. Viggo Mortensen

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Wednesday, March 23, 2011


I'm so excited! Reviewer Tara Leigh from JERR gave DEAD SEXY, my hot paranormal romance from Ellora's Cave, the GOLD STAR AWARD! Check it out!

"Although I had misgivings regarding the story line for Dead Sexy, I am happy to report that I was dead wrong. While zombies are generally the stuff of a more macabre genre, the unusual plot of Dead Sexy is a masterful blend of both mild horror and romance. Because Drake Parrish is such a womanizing bastard my initial reaction to him was one of revulsion. But the curse that turns him into a part time zombie on the outside, transforms him for the better on the inside, and after eight years of living in seclusion he comes to realize his punishment might be rightly deserved. In his desperation for human companionship I soon grow to feel sorry for him but never pity because Drake is such a compelling character. For me he embodies the ultimate hero; strong, assertive, intelligent, brave, understanding and sexy as all get out. When he meets best selling romance writer Simone Kent, he can’t believe his luck. Simone is smart, down to earth and most importantly, possessed of common sense. She is feminine but not a wimp, which imbues her with a realness we don’t often see in heroines. When Simone and Drake realize their online business chats are leading to something more, both have misgivings. Simone has been in too many failed relationships and Drake is afraid of wanting more than he should expect given the circumstances. It is so refreshing to see that while both recognize their hang-ups they don’t play games. Instead they throw caution to the wind to see where things may lead and this allows more time to explore and develop their relationship. Their sexual chemistry is instantaneous. And while each encounter with our hero and heroine desperately leaves both them, and you, longing for a steamy sack session. Instead we're teased with a slow build giving everyone a chance to get to know one another. But when the time is right, Ms. Tyler unleashes with some exceptionally steamy and prolonged love making. So be sure you’re “equipped” to handle it. Now, willing to express himself with a woman on an emotional level, Drake practically consumes Simone with the depth of his passion. With Drake, Simone is able to give her self over completely, without reserve, and the result is intensely erotic. They can’t seem to get enough of each other. Every conversation, touch and look, both in and out of bed strengthens their connection to one another and left me breathless after each one. But never forget black magic is afoot and a wicked voodoo priestess is looking to put an end to their happily ever after by finishing what she started. Nothing is as it seems. And while the situations Drake and Simone face are stranger than fiction, their reactions and dialog are totally understandable and believable because it is no different than how you or I would react. You too will find yourself reading until well beyond the witching hour. Thrilling, suspenseful and passionate Dead Sexy is a wicked read and very deserving of a Gold Star Award."

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Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Tasty Tuesday!

He's so hot, he doesn't need all those extra layers of clothes to keep warm!


Thursday, March 17, 2011

Thirteen Thirteen!

Thirteen Excerpts from GHOST HUNTER, my sexy new paranormal romance from Ellora's Cave!


Cassidy clenched her jaw. What part of go away didn’t that jerk understand? Before she even realized what she was doing, she grabbed the knob and yanked open the door.

“I told you, Darcy doesn’t want to talk—”

Del Vecchio didn’t let her finish. Instead, he grabbed her arm and shoved her back from the doorway. Cassidy barely had time to wonder what the hell he was doing, much less open her mouth to ask, when he lifted a knife and plunged it into her chest. She heard a scream, but didn’t know if it came from her or Darcy. All she could focus on was the white hot pain searing through her body.


This gorgeous guy was a ghost hunter? She took in his chiseled jaw with its hint of stubble and wide, sensuous mouth before letting her gaze move lower to admire the broad shoulders and long legs that completed the package. No way was he a ghost hunter, not with those looks and that body. More like Sleepy Hollow’s resident model.


“Are we going to a haunted house?” she asked.

To her surprise, it was Trace who answered. “It’s a house, but it probably isn’t haunted.”

She frowned. “We’re going to a house that isn’t haunted?”

“I said we’re going to a house that probably isn’t haunted.”

Her frown deepened. That didn’t make sense. “Let me get this straight. I’m crammed into an SUV with a team of ghost hunters so we can drive for an hour to check out a house that probably isn’t even haunted? What’s the point of that?”

Trace shrugged. “Well, we could have gone to the nearest unhaunted house down the street, but I want you to feel as if you’re getting your money’s worth so an hour-long drive seems about right. I’m throwing in the crowded SUV for free.”


Once they got to the bedroom, Trace pulled out his EMF meter and turned it on. Cassidy leaned closer to get a better look and was surprised when the needle barely moved a quarter of an inch.

“That’s it?” she asked. “That’s your big ghost. How scary.”

Trace slanted her a hard look. “Yeah, I know. You could always go wait in the Hummer if you’re too afraid.”

She gave him a sweet smile. “I think I can keep it together.”
“Suit yourself.”

Cassidy ignored his sarcastic tone and looked around the room. “If the EMF meter is picking up a ghost, where is it?”

Trace glanced at her as put the meter back in the duffel bag he had slung over his shoulder. “I never said it was a ghost. I said I picked up some readings.”

“From what?”

He shrugged. “Residual energy, maybe. This is a bedroom, so it isn’t surprising there might be some still hanging around.”

She frowned. “Why would there be residual energy in a bedroom?”

His mouth quirked. “If I have to explain that to you, then maybe you shouldn’t be writing romance books.”

Cassidy’s face went red as she realized what he meant. She’d walked right into that one.


She took a deep breath and was about to charge up the steps when she heard booted feet racing down them. Cassidy didn’t know if it was Trace or Wes or both of them. All she saw was the bright beam of a flashlight bouncing around. The next thing she knew, someone vaulted over the side of the railing to land on the floor with a loud thud right beside her.

Cassidy barely had time to realize it was Trace who had come to their rescue, complete with sawed-off shotgun in hand, before the ghost charged down the steps toward her. Trace moved faster than she would have thought possible, throwing himself in front of her, his shotgun at the ready. She had only a second to wonder what the hell good a shotgun was going to be against a ghost before Trace fired. She braced herself, waiting for the apparition to pass through Trace and give her another jolt, but to her amazement, the ghost disappeared in a flash of light.


Changing into a tank top and a pair of shorts, she took her mug of tea over to the kitchen table and turned on her laptop, then tried to lose herself in her romance novel. It worked for a little while, but the moment the sun went down, she got nervous again. Every time someone slammed a door or honked a car horn, she almost jumped off the seat. It didn’t help that she was writing a scene where the heroine was being chased by the evil ghost dead set on possessing her.

Deciding to skip ahead and work on a sex scene instead, Cassidy scrolled down to a new page. She’d written the chapter heading and was about to start typing when the screen suddenly went black. Frowning, she checked the power button and saw that the little blue light was still on. That was odd. Then again, the computer was a few years old. Praying it hadn’t picked now to quit on her, she was moving her finger back and forth over the touch pad hoping to coax her laptop back to life, when she saw Del Vecchio’s reflection suddenly appear in the screen.

Letting out a scream, she whirled around in her chair, expecting to see the psycho killer’s ghost standing behind her, but there was nothing there. Telling herself she was imagining things, she turned back to her laptop. Whatever glitch had made the computer act weird must have been gone because her word processing program was back up, the blinking cursor right where she’d left it.

Sighing, she leaned forward to start typing only to freeze when words suddenly began to appear on the screen of their own accord. Cassidy stared at them in horror.

Time to die, bitch.

Cassidy began to tremble. Oh God, Del Vecchio was there in the apartment with her.


Giving the place one more look to make sure Del Vecchio hadn’t come back, Trace carried her out of the apartment and right passed the alarmed neighbors who had come out into the hallway to see what the ruckus was all about. Trace imagined they got their money’s worth seeing a big guy with a shotgun and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder carrying a beautiful half-naked woman in his arms. He abruptly realized he probably should have taken a few minutes to let Cassidy grab some clothes. But then the lights in the hallway flickered and he decided he could get her clothes later. They were getting the hell out of there.

“Is she being kidnapped?” one elderly woman asked another in a low voice as he and Cassidy passed them.

“If she is,” said the other old woman, “then I want to want to be kidnapped next.”

Any other time, Trace would have laughed, but right now all he wanted to do was get Cassidy someplace safe. Fortunately, he knew exactly where to take her.


She changed her mind about what the parts on the kitchen table belonged to when she noticed there was a half-assembled motorcycle parked in one corner of the living room, along with an assortment of workout gear and a punching bag. If that didn’t tell her Trace spent little time in the presence of the fairer sex, the big stack of empty pizza boxes on the kitchen counter would have.

Trace must have noticed the direction of her gaze because he gave her an apologetic look. “Sorry about the mess. I didn’t have a chance to clean up. I wasn’t planning on having visitors.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She smiled. “I think the pizza boxes add a nice touch to the place.”


Trace pressed his cheek to the top of her head. “How long have you had the nightmares?”

She curled her fingers around the material of his T-shirt. “From the moment I woke up in the hospital. Seeing Del Vecchio’s ghost has made them worse than ever. He keeps coming after me over and over with that knife…”

A shudder went through her body and his arms tightened around her. “I won’t let him hurt you, Cassidy. I promise.”

She looked up at him, her eyes bright with unshed tears. “Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep? Please.”

At the pleading look she gave him, he couldn’t say no. “Of course.”

She relaxed against his chest again. Trace leaned back against the headboard and pulled the blanket up over her shoulders. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d held a woman in his arms, especially one who was so beautiful or needed his help so badly.


That was when she realized she wasn’t lying on a pillow. She was lying on something a lot firmer and a lot warmer than a pillow. She was lying on Trace’s chest. Oh man, she had fallen asleep on him last night and he had let her stay there. Talk about awkward.

She lifted her head ever so slightly, hoping Trace was still asleep and she could slide off his chest without him noticing. No such luck. Not only was he awake, but he was smiling at her as if it were the most comfortable position he’d ever slept in. Considering he’d obviously spent the whole night leaning back against the headboard, she doubted it. The poor guy probably had a kink in his neck.

She reached up to push her hair back from her face and felt a wet spot on her cheek. Oh great, she’d drooled on him, too. Not that Trace wasn’t droolworthy, but this was not what they meant.


Trace opened his mouth to try again, but then she ran her tongue over her luscious lips and he completely forgot what he was going to say. Hell, with the way she was looking at him right then, he wasn’t sure he could remember his own name, much less talk. All he could think about was what it would be like to kiss her.

Pick up your beer and go into the living room before this goes somewhere it shouldn’t. Like the bedroom.

But for some reason, his body didn’t seem to want to listen to what his head had to say about the situation, because one minute he was gazing into Cassidy’s eyes and the next, his mouth was on hers.

He’d had no idea what her reaction would be, but when Cassidy melted against him, her hands sliding up the front of his shirt to grasp his shoulders and pull him closer, he got the feeling she’d been wanting this as much as he had. Trace groaned and buried a hand in her long hair, tilting her head back so he could kiss her more thoroughly. She parted her lips, giving him an all-access pass to what she had to offer, and he took advantage of it, plunging his tongue into her mouth and tangling it with hers.

God, she tasted sweet. Like fresh peaches on a hot summer day. Only better. And he couldn’t get enough of her.


Grabbing a plate from the cabinet, she put a generous slice of chocolate cake on it, then carried it to the table while Trace brought over the mugs of coffee. Once they were both seated, she dragged her chair close to his so they could share the cake more easily. She didn’t need to lean in quite so close to swap the fork back and forth, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he leaned in just as close. Maybe he wouldn’t be so resistant to her advances after all.

While trading the one utensil back and forth wasn’t awkward, it wasn’t exactly practical. After a few bites, Cassidy decided to remedy that situation when it was her turn. Loading the fork, she held it up, offering the cake to Trace. He met her gaze over the chocolaty dessert, then opened his mouth so she could feed it to him. As his lips closed over the fork, she found herself licking her own. Oh yeah, this was much more fun.

Refilling the fork, she lifted it to her own mouth and, meeting his gaze, slowly closed her lips over the fork. Desire flared in Trace’s eyes as he watched her and it was all she could do not to say to hell with the cake and nibble on him instead.
Pulse quickening with excitement, she got to her feet and moved closer to Trace, then sat down on his lap. If he was surprised by the move, he gave no indication of it. From the way he wrapped his arm around her waist and settled his hand her hip, it was obvious he approved.

“This is much easier, don’t you think?” she asked as she offered him more cake.


Cassidy smiled and reached out to refill the fork. Before she could lift it to her mouth, however, Trace took it and offered the cake to her.

“My turn,” he said in a husky voice.

She obediently opened her mouth and closed her lips over the cake. She’d heard chocolate was an aphrodisiac, but she hadn’t known what they were talking about until now. Though she had a sneaking suspicion it was probably more likely Trace was responsible for the sudden heat pooling between her thighs rather than any chocolate. The man was sex-on-a-stick yummy.

He loaded the fork with another piece of cake and held it up to her again. She opened her mouth to take it, then ran her tongue over her lips to make sure she didn’t miss any crumbs.

“Don’t you want any more?” she asked.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Now that you mention it, I think I do.”
But instead of going for more cake, he slid his hand in her long hair, then leaned in and kissed her.


“Del Vecchio killed her because he couldn’t get to me, didn’t he?”

Trace’s brows drew together. “Del Vecchio killed her because he’s a violent murderer, Cassidy.”

“But he’s picking his victims because they remind him of me. You said so yourself the other night. He substituted her for me because she was blonde and pretty, just as he substituted those four other women he’s killed since he came back.” Tears stung Cassidy’s eyes and she swallowed hard. “Maybe we should give him what he wants so all this can stop.”

Trace’s frown deepened. “What are you talking about?”

“That I should let him do what he came back here for and get it over with.”

“You don’t mean that, Cassidy.”

A tear leaked from the corner of her eye and she wiped it away. “Yes, I do. I don’t want to do it, but I can’t let him murder any more women because of me, Trace.”

He closed the distance between them to take her in his arms. “Honey, I understand what you’re going through, but offering yourself up to Del Vecchio on a silver platter won’t solve anything. That sonofabitch had been killing women long before you ever pushed him off that balcony. Even if he succeeded in killing you—which I’m not going to let happen, by the way—he won’t stop. He’ll keep murdering innocent women, whether they remind him of you or not. He’s not going to turn off because you’re gone.”

Trace’s heart beat slow and steady beneath Cassidy’s ear and she drew strength as much from the rhythmic sound as she did from his words. He was right, of course. Giving herself over to Del Vecchio so he could kill her wouldn’t stop him from committing more murders. The only way to put an end to the killings was to rid the world of his ghost.

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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

SQUEE! New Contract with Ellora's Cave!

I'm so excited! I just signed with Ellora's Cave for my sci-fi erotic romance PIRATE'S WOMAN! It's part of their Ahoy! theme series and it comes out in June!

Here's the blurb!

To honor the debt her family owes Slayter Cardona, beautiful Teyla Dunai agrees to let him sell her as a sex slave in the markets of Arkhon. Determined to bring as much value as she can on the auction block, but inexperienced where men are concerned, she asks the handsome pirate if he’ll teach her how to pleasure a man. Intrigued, and more than a little attracted to the lavender-eyed beauty, Slayter agrees. As he initiates her into the world of bondage, spanking and out-of-this-galaxy sex, though, both Teyla and Slayter find themselves falling for each other. But Slayter has a responsibility to his crew, and Teyla knows it is her duty to pay off her family’s debt. With the deal already agreed upon, there doesn’t seem to be any way for their story to have a happy ending. Or is there?

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Thursday, March 10, 2011

Thursday Thirteen!

Thirteen Reasons to Buy GHOST HUNTER, My Sexy New Paranormal Romance from Ellora's Cave!

1. It has a smokin' hot cover, showing off his big "gun".

2. It has a hunky hero, who has a big "gun".

3. It has a kick-ass heroine, who loves big "guns".

4. It has a serial-killing ghost that's scary as hell, who doesn't like big "guns".

5. It has romance.

6. It has hot sex.

7. It has adventure.

8. It's from Ellora's Cave, so you know it's sexy as hell.

9. It'll make you laugh.

10. It'll give you tips on how to cleanse your house if it's haunted.

11. It'll make you sleep with the lights on.

12. It'll make you want to go out and find a ghost just so you can hire your own hunky ghost hunter - with a big "gun".

13. Did I mention that smokin' hot cover?! Or that really big "gun" of his?!

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Wednesday, March 9, 2011


I'm so excited to announce I have a new book out with Ellora's Cave! It's a paranormal romance called GHOST HUNTER, and it's got a hunky hero, a kick-ass heroine and a serial killing ghost that's scary as hell! Not to mention a smokin' hot cover!

I love when I come up with an idea for a book out of the blue, which is what happened with GHOST HUNTER. When I heard my local RWA chapter set up a lecture with a team of paranormal investigators, it got me thinking right away about writing a book about a ghost hunter. Because the chapter is far from where we live, though, we didn't actually go to the lecture. I was a little bummed about that, especially since they were giving out EMF detectors. On second thought, maybe it was better we didn't go. Ghosts freak me out, so having something that can detect them probably wouldn't be a good idea.

Enough about me, back to the story behind the story. While I knew the hero was a ghost hunter named Trace, I wasn't quite sure how the heroine fit into the story, or even who she was. So, my hubby and I played around with a few ideas at our local PF Chang's (we come up with a lot of story ideas there!) We both decided that having the heroine Cassidy need the hero's help because her house was haunted or something like that didn't seem original enough, so we made her a budding romance writer who tags along with the hero and his team to do some research. Like any good story, though, it had to have some conflict, which is why Trace and Cassidy completely rub each other the wrong way right from the beginning. Actually, he thinks he's a jerk. But don't worry, Cassidy discovers underneath that rough ghost hunter exterior, Trace is just the man she's been looking for. It doesn't hurt that he's hot!

Okay, so we had our hero and heroine. Now we needed a bad guy. That's where the ghost comes in. He's not your standard, everyday ghost, though. He's a serial killer who attacked Cassidy that comes back from the grrave to continue his string of grisly murders, and she's at the top of his list. To make things even more interesting, not only can he do all the regualar ghostly stuff like walk through walls and materialize out of thin air, he can also take solid form.

I'm not going to tell you any more than that, though. Don't want to give too much away, you know. I will add that my editor at Ellora's Cave told me she got so caught up in the story, she completely forgot she was reading a submission!

Now that you know the story behind the story, I think I'll tease you with an excerpt. Enjoy!


Almost getting murdered by a serial killer gives Cassidy Kincaide a new lease on life and convinces her to go ahead and tackle that ghost-hunter novel she's always wanted to write. So, she hooks up with a gorgeous paranormal investigator named Trace McCord to do some research.

Cassidy and Trace rub each other the wrong way right from the beginning, but they have to put aside their differences when the serial killer who attacked her comes back from the grave to continue his string of grisly murders, with her at the top of his list.

Trace has to keep Cassidy close to keep her safe, and as they try to stay one step ahead of the ghost while figuring out how to stop it, he and Cassidy end up in each other’s arms. While Trace has a whole list of reasons why he shouldn’t get involved with her, he finds himself falling in love with the beautiful blonde anyway. And even though Cassidy started out thinking he was a jerk, she learns that underneath the rough ghost hunter exterior, he’s just the man she’s always been looking for. Now, all they have to do, is live long enough to be together.


Trace was only a few miles from the address Robert had given him for Cassidy when his cell phone rang. At first he wasn’t going to answer it, but some sixth sense made him change his mind. Now he was glad he had.

He was about to disconnect the call when he heard a muffled scream on the other end of the line. It was quickly followed by a loud clatter, then nothing.


No answer.

Trace felt his chest tighten. Swearing under his breath, he shoved his cell phone in the pocket of his jeans and floored the pedal on the Hummer, running a red light to get through the intersection. The other drivers honked their horns as they squealed to a stop, but he ignored them. There was no way he was going to let Cassidy die.

Five minutes later, he slid into the parking lot outside her apartment, running over an ornamental fence and a flower bed to come to a screeching halt a few feet from the front door. Jumping out of the Hummer, he ran around to the back and grabbed his duffel bag full of gear. Throwing it over his shoulder, he raced up the steps and charged through the door into the building, scaring the hell out of two women carrying laundry baskets.

“Where the hell are the stairs?” he demanded, not wanting to waste time with the elevator.

The women timidly pointed around the corner.

Trace didn’t thank them as he ran in that direction. He hit the steps hard, taking them hree at a time. Once on the fourth floor, he ran down the hall, checking the room numbers on he doors. When he came to the right one, he didn’t even bother to slow down. Instead, he icked the door in as hard as he could, reaching into his bag for his shotgun as the frame plintered and the door flew open.

He looked left and right as he entered the apartment, but there was no sign of Cassidy or el Vecchio. Trace’s blood ran cold at the scene that met his eyes. The living room looked s if a cyclone hit it. The couch and throw pillows were sliced to shreds, stuffing still floating hrough the air. The coffee table was lying on its side, as were the two end tables, and the amps that had been on them were smashed to pieces along with practically everything ele in the place. Even the walls had been slashed.

“Cassidy?” Trace called.

“In here.”

Trace followed the sound of her voice until he came to the kitchen. Cassidy was standing in the center of the room inside a wobbly drawn circle of salt, ready to throw a handful of something in his face. She sagged with relief at the sight of him, letting the stuff in her hand trickle out onto the floor. That was when he realized she was holding a big container of oregano.

“Is he gone?” she whispered.

Trace nodded. “Yeah, he’s gone. But I’m getting you the hell out of here anyway.”

He didn’t wait for an answer, but simply slung the shotgun over his shoulder by the strap, then walked into the kitchen and swung Cassidy up in his arms.

She put one of her own around his neck. “Is it safe for me to leave the circle?”

“Yes. I’ll keep you safe. Trust me.”

Apparently she must have believed him because she didn’t resist. She cuddled the container of oregano close to her body and leaned against his chest.

He frowned. “Cassidy, you did great with the salt circle. It saved your life without a doubt. But what are you doing with the oregano?”

She looked up at him with big, blue eyes. “Isn’t it what you used to get rid of ghosts?”

His mouth twitched. “That’s sage and garlic. You can ditch the spaghetti spice.”

“Oh,” was all she said. Resting her head on his shoulder, she let the container of oregano tumble to the floor, then put that arm around his neck, too.

Giving the place one more look to make sure Del Vecchio hadn’t come back, Trace carried her out of the apartment and right passed the alarmed neighbors who had come out into the hallway to see what the ruckus was all about. Trace imagined they got their money’s worth seeing a big guy with a shotgun and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder carrying a beautiful half-naked woman in his arms. He abruptly realized he probably should have taken a few minutes to let Cassidy grab some clothes. But then the lights in the hallway flickered and he decided he could get her clothes later. They were getting the hell out of there.

“Is she being kidnapped?” one elderly woman asked another in a low voice as he and Cassidy passed them.

“If she is,” said the other old woman, “then I want to want to be kidnapped next.”

Any other time, Trace would have laughed, but right now all he wanted to do was get Cassidy someplace safe. Fortunately, he knew exactly where to take her.

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Thursday, March 3, 2011

Thursday Thirteen!

Thirteen People and Places We Get E-Mail Newsletters From!

1. Hungry Girl

2. Vitalicous

3. Cesar Millan, The Dog Whisperer

4. Victoria's Secret

5. Sephora

6. Bare Escentuals

7. The Jim Rome Show

8. Under Armour

9. Disney Store

10. The Mouse for Less

11. Barbie Collector

12. Home Depot

13. Active.Com

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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

GHOST HUNTER Has a Cover...and It's GORGEOUS!

Just got my cover for GHOST HUNTER, and I LOVE IT! Syneca, the artist who does my covers at Ellora's Cave, so rocks! This is exactly what I wanted on the cover! Not only is Jimmy Thomas HOT, but he fits the rugged ghost hunting hero perfectly! Makes you want to go out and find some ghosts just so you can hire him!

GHOST HUNTER comes out Mar 10th with Ellora's Cave! You can get a sneak peek here!


Tuesday, March 1, 2011