Keeping Secrets #WIPitUp

I'm extra excited to be sharing this week! My new book, Candi's Debt is coming out Friday, depending on the powers that be at Amazon! It could be sooner or later, contingent on how the wind is blowing up on the mountain.

In this scene Hank corners Candi. He knows she's not being forthcoming and is keeping secrets...secrets he means to get out of her by fair mean or foul. 

Excerpt:

Without warning, I find myself plastered up against the hallway wall. Heart hammering, I look up into Hank’s all too knowing, fiery gaze.

    Thick arms brace on either side of me, caging me in. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. His pleasing scent tickles my nose and I stupidly want to burrow my face right under his beard line where I see a trickle of freckles I suddenly want to lick.

    Holy Hannah, I can’t help but be mesmerized by the overbearing man in front of me. Energy seems to crackle off of him, making me wonder what kind of spark we’d create together. Fanciful notion for sure, and one I should not be contemplating. A zebra doesn’t think of ways to taunt the lion. Everyone in the animal kingdom knows that is the quickest way to being made a meal.

    Besides as much as I’m obviously attracted to the great ape, he doesn’t like me at all. Which is fine with me. Sex has never proven to be more than an abysmal experience. Who needs that in their life? Not me. I’ve had enough disappointments.

    Although, the pulse pounding heavy through my veins is begging me to find out firsthand how wrong I may be when it comes to sex with Hank.

    “I just had an interesting talk with your brother.”

    “Oh?” I inwardly cringe. I can only imagine what Dylan has told Hank.

    “Didn’t you say your brother was in a car accident?”

    “Did I? I don’t remember.”

    “I do. You said car. He said he got all banged up from sports, but I’ve played sports. I’ve also seen people after a car accident. He looks like the only thing he ran into was a baseball bat and steel toed boots.”

    Dylan hasn’t told me any specifics but recalling what he’d looked like when I’d found him, I doubt Hank is far off the mark.

    “Then there is the fact that his oh-so responsible sister, who always takes care of everything has found herself flat broke and in debt. It makes a man wonder. Either you’re that bad with money or there’s more to the story. You want to tell me what’s going on?”

    “No.” But I do. I’m mighty tempted to spill my guts and not be in this mess alone.

    “I’m going to find out what you’re hiding, Candi.”

    “I won’t bring you into my mess.” I couldn’t live with myself if I put someone else in danger. Bad enough I’m in the path of a tornado. No use yanking anyone else out of the cellar.

    “If you haven’t noticed, I’m knee deep in your mess.”

    “You’ve barely got a toe in my mess,” I say, rolling my eyes. I know I’ve erred when he brings his face within inches from my own. His amber eyes are shooting fire. I should be scared but the feeling rushing through me isn’t fear.

   “Dammit, little girl. You’ll tell me one way or another. And you’re not going to like my methods of information retrieval.” 

    “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

    “Then why don’t you tell me?”

    “It’s not just about me. You don’t need to be involved in this, but I don’t have a choice.”

    Hank’s look softens and it is a worse kick to the gut than his anger. I swat his comforting touch away from my cheek. I don’t want or need his comfort. 

    He easily snatches my wrist and pulls my arm up behind my back. Pinned to the wall his body covers mine from sternum to toes. His hard body burns against mine. 

    “What did I say earlier today?
    “I’m not sure. You said a lot. I tried to tune it out as best as I could.”

    “Tsk, tsk, princess. I’m going to remember you said that.”

    “Let me go,” I say trying to pull my arm free.

    “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on.” When I remain silent he grabs my chin so I have to look him in the eye. It takes all my will not to shrink under his intense gaze. “I told you I’m here now to give you better options. So, you do have a choice. If you’re in some kind of trouble—if your brother is—I can help.”

    I shake his hand off my face and unsuccessfully try to push him away with my free hand. “I thought you said you weren’t a white knight. That I remember clearly.” I sound a bit petulant, but I’m pissed he’s putting me in this position. 

    “I’m not a white knight. I just don’t like watching a train wreck happen that I could have prevented.”  

    “Is that what this is? Crash prevention?”

    “Hey, Hank, you back there?” Wyatt calls from the kitchen making me jump but Hank barely flinches. 

    He leans down not an inch from my face and furiously whispers, “You’re not off the hook, little girl. We’re going to discuss this, and you’re going to tell me what the hell is going on. And mark my words, what I’m going to do to make you talk…well, your pain is going to be my pleasure, princess.”

  My breath hitches. His threat sends an intense shiver through my body and I can’t help the embarrassing spark of arousal that warms me.  

    A smug grin spreads across his face and he shoots me a wink full of promise before pushing off the wall and walking away. It’s that self-satisfied wink that makes me want to kick him. To rail at him, and tell him I refuse to talk, to share any part of myself with him, no matter what. What the hell does he care? He’s not a knight in shining armor, and I’m way past the point of believing anyone will ever come to my rescue.

Candi

The men in my family are gamblers, cheats, and thieves. They aren’t loyal to anyone but themselves. It’s the Dawson way. My oldest brother was killed for sticking to that tradition.

I refuse to let that happen to my little brother. He’s all I have in this world and I’ll do anything to save him.

His debts are now mine, and I always pay my debts.

Now if a certain ape leader would get out of my way, things would go much more smoothly.

Hank

I swore never to return to Texas. But here I am, wading neck deep into shit creek. I’m not even getting paid for this crap.

And Candi? She has more secrets than sense and represents everything I try to avoid. I’m not sure how I got tangled up with her in the first place. I have no business getting involved with a woman like her. She needs to be saved from herself.

I don’t have a white knight complex, and this girl needs a savior. I can’t be that guy.

#WIPitUp Careful Little Girl

I feel like it's been forever since my last WIPitUpWednesday! I'm happy to be back and sharing an excerpt from something that will be coming out soon!

Candi has been having a rough go of it, and helping out her brother has put her in a tough spot financially. Having no one else to turn to she asks her boss's son for a loan, and ends up getting much more than she bargained for.

EXCERPT:

After Wyatt leaves, I can feel Hank’s eyes burning into the side of my head. If the look on his face the entire time his gorgeous friend was here is any indication, I do not want to hear what he has to say. And I have a feeling he is just dying to tell me something I do not want to hear. So I just ignore him and go back to work like he isn’t here.

    “Do you really think right now is the best time to be dating?”

    Well, that didn’t take long. I glance at the clock on the bottom of the screen. Mr. Buffoon waited two whole minutes. 

    “I’m twenty-one, single, and ready to mingle. Some would say this is the best time. And I’m not dating your friend, although he seems nice…plus he has dimples.” I’ve always been a sucker for a guy with dimples. Indeed he is cute, charming, and way more personable than sunny old Hank.

    

 “Seriously?”

   

 “Seriously.”

  

  “Wyatt is not nice. He’s a walking erection you looked more than happy to hop on.” I gasp in outrage, but the ass ignores me and keeps going. “And what is that shiiistuff about you downplaying how smart you are?”

“Maybe I like being a bit of a mystery, and FYI I do not want to hop on his anything. What the hell is your deal? If you have such a problem with me why are you even coming over tonight?”

“I don’t have a problem with you. I have a problem with you having a slew of problems and thinking it’s no problem to go out and date horny idiots while you’re still getting your shiiiistuff together.”

“Oooh, careful there. You wouldn’t want to break one of your own rules.”

I’m not at all surprised when he growls at me for that. However, I’m shocked when my nipples pebble. His feral rumble seems to shoot tingles straight down to my special bits in a disconcerting manner. I lock my knees together hard. That is a feeling I refuse to acknowledge. Refuse. The fire demon named Hank is not, not, turning me on.

“Speaking of rules, princess, I think I’m adding on to the list. No dating.”

“That makes no sense, that rule is stupid. I’m not doing that.”

“That makes perfect sense. And you’ll adhere to my rules if you know what’s good for you.”

You and what army are going to make me? I silently say to myself scowling at the buffoon. “Whatever. Why don’t you mosey on and let me get back to work?”

When Hank’s towering form leans over the desk I fight the urge to shrink back in my seat. Why won’t he just stalk off like the lumbering beast he is? He looks like he’s about to breathe fire. His cheeks are flushed as red as his beard and his eyes are shooting sparks. The muscles in his forearms are flexing like he’s holding himself back from grabbing me as he braces himself on the desk. Hell if I don’t notice he is all kinds of sexy angry.

“Careful, little girl.” The deep rumble of his voice is taunting. “You don’t want to be put over daddy’s knee again, do you?”

All I can do is huff my indignation, my mouth opening and closing like a fish, as my mind blanks and my panties flood remembering the last time I was over his lap. I can feel my face is all kinds of red. No, I do not want to be put over daddy’s anything, but why does just the thought of…no! No, no, no!

Giving me an appraising look he says, “Huh, maybe you do. You never cease to surprise me, princess.” 

CANDI'S DEBT 

 

Candi-

The men in my family are gamblers, cheats, and thieves. They aren’t loyal to anyone but themselves. It’s the Dawson way. My oldest brother was killed for sticking to that tradition.

I refuse to let that happen to my little brother. He’s all I have in this world and I’ll do anything to save him.

His debts are now mine, and I always pay my debts.

Now if a certain ape leader would get out of my way, things would go much more smoothly.

Hank-

I swore never to return to Texas. But here I am, wading neck deep into shit creek. I’m not even getting paid for this crap.

And Candi? She has more secrets than sense and represents everything I try to avoid. I’m not sure how I got tangled up with her in the first place. I have no business getting involved with a woman like her. She needs to be saved from herself.

I don’t have a white knight complex, and this girl needs a savior. I can’t be that guy. 

COMING SOON 

*Author's Note: Candi's Debt is an erotic romance novel that includes explicit sex, spanking, BDSM elements, anal play, and anal sex. If such material offends you, this book may not be for you.

#WIPitUp Power Of Submission

Welcome to another #WipitUpWednsday!! Today I have an excerpt from my erotic romance out this Friday, March 20th, Mimi Mine. In my story Mimi (or Miriam) has always desired to be commanded and spanked by a sexy enigmatic man. She doesn't have any real world experience with this though, so she's just starting to discover what it really means to submit to a Dominant. 

Excerpt:

Feeling eyes on her, she looked up and realized Mason stood in the wide doorway.

“I didn't see you standing there,” she said unable to move, trapped in his penetrating gray gaze.

“I told you to make yourself comfortable, Miriam.”

Like Pavlov’s dog knowing it was about to be fed her body flushed, her pulse instantly beating faster. She loved it even more when he added an authoritative bite to his voice. It rumbled through her and awakened each and every nerve ending. She was pretty sure he was aware of it. Used it to his advantage like he was trying to infiltrate all of her defenses until she had none left. She'd work up the angst to resent that if it didn't turn her on so much.

“How would you like me to make myself comfortable, Mr. Coleman? I aim to please you, sir.” Yes, she knew how to play this game and was very willing.

His lips twitched like he was fighting a grin. Not a sweet grin, but the kind a wolf has before devouring a meal.

Arms crossed, he leaned up against the wall, scratching his chin as if in contemplation. The pose should have been casual but she could see his muscles were tense. An enigmatic energy fairly radiated off him. “The shirt, Ms. Westfall. It should probably come off.”

“What if I get cold?”

“The shirt, Miriam,” he said ignoring her question. Playful Mason was gone, replaced by an intense man she didn't quite recognize.

A chill stole through her. Part fear of uncertainty, part arousal. Button by button, Mimi opened her shirt, holding his gaze until the fabric whispered down her arms. Her eyes naturally closed at the sensation of silky material sliding off her body. Goosebumps sprang up in its wake, her nipples beading to hard, aching points of awareness.

“The bra now.”

She unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor and had to fight covering herself from his scrutinizing gaze. She recalled feeling the same standing in the corner of his office. She realized he liked this. Making her feel exposed. A bit intimidated. Vulnerable. The knowledge filled her with arousal, and she felt the power shift.

            He may be in command but she was the only store in town that carried what he needed.


 

Mason Coleman hasn’t been living. He’s been existing day to day. Ever since an accident took his family, he’s thrown himself into proving he deserved to survive. Now, ten years later, he’s built a multi-million dollar business, but has nothing to show for his personal life.

He’s ready to feel alive again, and he knows just the woman to help him. Too bad she’s his employee. She also carries secrets that are about to shake everything he thought he knew about women.

Being a single mother has not afforded Mimi Westfall many dating opportunities. In fact, she’s pretty sure Mr. Right took a wrong turn somewhere, and she’s destined to live a life devoted to her showerhead.

When her fantasies about her delectable boss commanding her and putting her over his desk to spank her naughty bottom start happening for real, she’s not sure if she should thank her lucky stars or run for the hills.

 Warning: Contains one heroine that loves spanking fiction, a hero with a new-found fetish, and two kooky cousins who bring new meaning to bad relations.

*Author's Note: Mimi Mine is an erotic romance novel that includes explicit sex, spanking, BDSM elements, anal play, and anal sex. If such material offends you, this book may not be for you. 

Available March 20th

#WIPitUp "That is how corner time goes"

WIPitUpWednesday blog hop, how I've missed you! I'm back and I've got exciting news! My current WIP Mimi Mine is set to release March 20th!! Without further ado, here is a snippet from my soon-to-be released book.

Excerpt:

            Taking her hand he led her to the corner of his office. “Put your hands on the wall, Miriam.” His voice had gone deep and his tone brooked no argument.

            A shiver coursed through her as she leaned forward a bit. She stretched her arms out, heart racing, and braced her palms against the cool smooth wall. Mason stood behind her and placed a kiss on her neck. She arched her head back to give him better access and reveled in the feel of his hot mouth nibbling along her neck, sending sparks of awareness through her body. All the while he inched her tight business skirt up her legs and around her waist, until she was fully exposed.

            “Pretty,” he said, as he ran a finger along her satin black thong.

            The sensation made her want to arch into his touch like a cat. Ironically the panties were one of her recent purchases she bought thinking of the man now pulling them down. He stopped mid-thigh and kicked her legs out. She helped by stepping wide. Her bottom was now thrust out with her panties caught on her thighs.

            Kneeling behind her he kissed along the backs of her legs and bottom before running a finger through the gathering wetness at her core. She bit back a moan at the sensation of his mouth and hands on her. The feel of his breath so close to where she wanted his kisses most of all. His finger slid easily back and forth along her wet slit until he traced a path to her back hole. He did this a few times before he circled her rosebud and pushed just the tip of a finger in.

            “Have you ever been taken here?” he asked. His voice had gone deep and the sound of it spread warmth through her body.

            “No,” she said in a small breathy voice. She allowed the intrusion at her tight orifice wanting to see how far he took things. She swallowed back a groan at the slight burning sensation as he pushed in a little further.

            “Would you let me take you here?”

            “Yes,” she hissed out as he pushed his thick finger all the way in. At the moment she'd let him do anything he wanted to her.

            Standing he removed his finger and she looked back wondering if he meant now. He didn't reach for the front of his pants however. Instead he moved behind his desk and sat down, taking a wet wipe packet out of his drawer to clean her juices off his hand.

            She stood watching him in confusion for a full minute before she asked, “Aren't you going to spank me?” Or at least keep doing naughty things, she irritably thought to herself. She hadn't had enough of his hands on her by far. After being left out to dry last night she wasn't sure how much teasing she could take.

            Leaning back in his chair Mason looked her over. His body language was that of a casual business man but his gaze burned with intensity. “Not this time,” he said. “You seemed to enjoy it too much. I think this time you should stand in the corner like a good girl and think about the merits of locking your apartment.”

            “I did lock my apartment,” she blurted before she realized what she was saying. She sucked in her lips like she could swallow back her words.

            With a cocked brow he asked, “So you lied.” It wasn't as much a question as a point of fact.

            “Oh, um, well...” She trailed off and faced the corner racking her brain for an appropriate excuse outside of I wanted to see if you'd spank my ass. Her naughty bare ass. God she wanted a spanking.

            She looked back as she heard him pick up the phone. “What are you doing?” she asked.

            “I have a meeting with our parts distributor.”

            “And you want me to stand here...like this?” With her panties down there was nothing to stop the trickle of arousal from dripping out of her core and rolling down her thigh. She bit her lip in embarrassment.

            “That is how corner time goes.”

Mimi Mine

Mason Coleman hasn’t been living. He’s been existing day to day. Ever since an accident took his family, he’s thrown himself into proving he deserved to survive. Now, ten years later, he’s built a multi-million dollar business, but has nothing to show for his personal life.

He’s ready to feel alive again, and he knows just the woman to help him. Too bad she’s his employee. She also carries secrets that are about to shake everything he thought he knew about women.

Being a single mother has not afforded Mimi Westfall many dating opportunities. In fact, she’s pretty sure Mr. Right took a wrong turn somewhere, and she’s destined to live a life devoted to her showerhead.

When her fantasies about her delectable boss commanding her and putting her over his desk to spank her naughty bottom start happening for real, she’s not sure if she should thank her lucky stars or run for the hills.

*Author's Note: Mimi Mine is an erotic romance novel that includes explicit sex, spanking, BDSM elements, anal play, and anal sex. If such material offends you, this book may not be for you.

Available March 20th!!

#WIPitUp Wednesday-Taming Kat Is Coming!

I'm excited to announce this  #WIPitUp Wednesday, TAMING KAT comes out in two days!! Kat has gotten herself in trouble with Caleb a few too many times. She's naked and about to pay the piper in more ways than she's aware of.

Kat stood under the shower spray a little longer than necessary. She couldn't get a read on Caleb and had no idea how she should proceed. After she got out of the shower and brushed her teeth, she contemplated putting on her stinky clothes but decided against it. 

She could feel her pulse pick up. She wasn't sure if she should be anticipating or dreading whatever awaited her on the other side of the door. Wrapping the towel around herself, she stepped into the bedroom.

Caleb's bed had a slat framed headboard and no baseboard. A warm light brown masculine comforter covered the bed. The objects meticulously spread out at the bottom of the bed made her gasp and take a step back. Her core heated a little more with each item she scanned. Cuffs, plug, lubricant, ball gag. The belt he'd tied her up with last weekend, her teeth indents perfectly marring the center. 

Turning her head, her eyes locked on Caleb sitting in the corner looking like lord of the manor under a reading light. The sleeves on his chambray shirt were rolled up showing off powerful forearms stretched out on the armrest. His knees spread wide. His black hair shone in the light. It was getting long and roguishly fell over his forehead. His eyes were nearly black and the look on his face was intense and watchful. He reminded her of a panther. He looked careless, relaxed yet ready to pounce.

She rubbed her thighs together and knew he caught her movement when his gaze dropped to between her legs. She clutched the towel tighter as he stood in one fluid movement, that shouldn't have been possible for a man his size. A few short steps and he was in her space. She had to tilt her head back to retain eye contact.

He divested her of her towel, stripping it from her clutching fingers. He walked her over and stood her in front of the bed. Wordlessly he picked up the wide leather cuffs and buckled them on her wrists one by one. He clasped them together behind her back. Her heart rate was picking up every movement he made.

“Caleb, we should talk. Let's talk about this—”

“Are you safewording?” He had the gag in hand and paused in his movements. 

She looked at the gag, then at him. “I—well no—but—”

He cut her off by shoving the gag in her mouth and snapping it on behind her head.

TAMING KAT 

 

Moving halfway across the country to work part-time at a ranch had been a rash decision on Yankee city girl, Kat Martin's part. She understood that. She had just needed to get away from her pesky mom and older sister telling her what she should be doing with her life. She had no idea her bold move was going to put her in close proximity to her one and only one-night-stand, Caleb McCrae.

Kat may not know what she wants to do with her life but she does know she needs to stay well away from sexy neanderthal Caleb, who had strutted into her life and ripped her pants off.

Caleb is officially done with military life and is ready to settle down. He's bought a stake in the ranch he grew up working at and is building a beautiful house. Now all he has to do is wrangle the one that got away. Kat Martin has been haunting his thoughts and steaming up his dreams ever since she skipped out on him after one of the hottest nights of his life. She may be giving him the cold shoulder now, but he knows just how to heat her up.

Warning: Contains one crystal ball reading mama, one gal with commitment issues and a sassy mouth, and one cowboy that believes his belt was meant for more than holding up his pants.

AVAILABLE for Purchase JANUARY 16TH

#WIPitUp Wednesday- Taming Kat

The count down has begun! In less than ten days Taming Kat will be out! Are you excited? I'm excited!! So, of course I'm here this #WIPitup Wednesday  with another naughty snippet from Taming Kat.

He sat back on his heels and her mouth watered at the sight of his hard cock pressed against the front of his pants. He began slowly unbuckling his belt. No one could have paid her enough to take her eyes off the strip of leather as it slid through every loop. 

The bottom dropped out of her stomach at the thought of what he was going to do with that belt. She had only been spanked with his hand. She wasn't sure if she could handle being strapped by a belt.

When he tilted her chin up, her focus was once again on his face. He wore a wicked grin that looked particularly menacing with his face shadowed by the night. 

“You want to feel the sting of my belt, kitten?” he asked, like he could read her thoughts. He folded the belt and pulled it tight, making a sudden snapping sound.

She jumped. Her mouth suddenly felt dry and she knew she was staring at him with wide eyes. The smacking sound of the belt had sent electric sizzles down all the way down to her toes and back up, awaking every nerve ending in her body.

He chuckled as he looped the belt behind her neck to pull her in to a hungry kiss. She let go of the blanket to grab the front of his jacket. She felt wanton as she rubbed her breasts against the coarse fabric, tantalizing herself, before he pulled back tsking.

He pried her fingers off his coat, nipping her bottom lip and making her whimper. “Naughty kitten. I think you're trying to claw me.”

She shook her head. “Nu-uh,” she said weakly.

“Put your hands behind your head, and open your mouth.”

TAMING KAT

 

Moving halfway across the country to work part-time at a ranch had been a rash decision on Yankee city girl, Kat Martin's part. She understood that. She had just needed to get away from her pesky mom and older sister telling her what she should be doing with her life. She had no idea her bold move was going to put her in close proximity to her one and only one-night-stand, Caleb McCrae.

Kat may not know what she wants to do with her life but she does know she needs to stay well away from sexy neanderthal Caleb, who had strutted into her life and ripped her pants off.

Caleb is officially done with military life and is ready to settle down. He's bought a stake in the ranch he grew up working at and is building a beautiful house. Now all he has to do is wrangle the one that got away. Kat Martin has been haunting his thoughts and steaming up his dreams ever since she skipped out on him after one of the hottest nights of his life. She may be giving him the cold shoulder now, but he knows just how to heat her up.

Warning: Contains one crystal ball reading mama, one gal with commitment issues and a sassy mouth, and one cowboy that believes his belt was meant for more than holding up his pants.

COMING- JANUARY 16TH 

#WIPitUp - A Naughty Command

#WIPitup Wednesday is here again!! I have another excerpt from my new book Taming Kat, due out January 16th! Caleb and Kat are driving when a naughty command is issued.

"I've met your sister, she seems nice. I certainly like the way you bristle when she calls you Katherine Rose.”

She gave an involuntary shiver, bristling just hearing him say it. “Ugh, I can't hear that without hearing my sister and mother's voices in my head.” 

“I'll make a note of that. Wouldn't want to accidentally call out Katherine Rose while in the moment.”

Her eyebrows went up. “And who says there are going to be more of those kind of 'moments' between you and I?” Arrogant man.

He gave her a look that caused a slow melt inside her and chuckled. His laugh was deep, and when at her expense, often promised wicked things to come. “They'll be more moments, kitten. Besides you have my lucky little leprechaun.” He wiggled his eye brows comically.

She laughed despite herself. “You can not have a pet name for my hooha. That is wrong on so many levels. You especially can't call it your leprechaun. I'm not even Irish! I'm Scottish, French, and English!”

“My pussy. I can name it what I want.”

“It's not your anything.”

“I beg to differ. And if we had time to stop I'd prove it.”

Kat rolled her eyes, “Pa-lease.”

He cut his eyes to her, and she felt the change in him. The air shifted from carefree Caleb to demanding intense Caleb. “Undo your pants and pull them down.”

“What?” They were on a country road, but she couldn't just pull her pants down in the truck.

His voice went deep and stern when he said, “Kitten, you better unzip those pants and have them down by your ankles or I'll pull this truck over. And kitten, if I pull this truck over and have to take those pants off you, I'll whip your bare ass with my belt. I'll do it out in one of those fields, for God and anyone driving by on this county road to see.”


TAMING KAT 

 

Moving halfway across the country to work part-time at a ranch had been a rash decision on Yankee city girl, Kat Martin's part. She understood that. She had just needed to get away from her pesky mom and older sister telling her what she should be doing with her life. She had no idea her bold move was going to put her in close proximity to her one and only one-night-stand, Caleb McCrae.

Kat may not know what she wants to do with her life but she does know she needs to stay well away from sexy neanderthal Caleb, who had strutted into her life and ripped her pants off.

Caleb is officially done with military life and is ready to settle down. He's bought a stake in the ranch he grew up working at and is building a beautiful house. Now all he has to do is wrangle the one that got away. Kat Martin has been haunting his thoughts and steaming up his dreams ever since she skipped out on him after one of the hottest nights of his life. She may be giving him the cold shoulder now, but he knows just how to heat her up.

Warning: Contains one crystal ball reading mama, one gal with commitment issues and a sassy mouth, and one cowboy that believes his belt was meant for more than holding up his pants. 

AVAILABLE JANUARY 16TH, 2015!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

#WIPitUp When You Tell A Man "It was nice"

#WIPitup Wednesday  is here again! I'm sharing a hot little snippet from my upcoming book Taming Kat, out this January 16th. Caleb just walked into the bathroom to find a naked Kat. Let's see what happens.


“Caleb, I'm glad you're here,” she said, making him quirk a brow. “I don't think we should do this.” She waved a hand indicating the two of them. “Last night was nice—”

Nice? That made him lose some of his humor. “It had been better than nice from my end,” he said casually.

He sized up his prey from the tips of her little pink toes, to the top of her pretty head, and every glorious inch in between. “There is just something about you, kitten. Watching you flush all over.” She flushed a little just from him saying it. “The feel and sight of you coming.” He palmed his growing erection as he stalked towards her.

Her eyes rounded as she took in his cockstand, unconsciously licking her lips. Her adorable reaction only made him harder. He had to smile when she backed up only to find she was already pressed against the counter.

“You know what I'm thinking about right now?” he asked. She shook her head, her eyes again taking in his impressive erection before going back to his face. “I'm thinking about that little pink plug nestled between your cheeks last night, right where I wanted to bury myself while I spanked your ass.”

She audibly swallowed as he caged her in. Making sure she felt every inch of him.

“Caleb, like I was saying,” she started breathlessly choked out. “About last night, it was—”

“Nice. I heard you.” He fisted a hand in her silky auburn hair, tilting her head back so she looked him right in the eyes. “I just figured if you could call it nice, I did it wrong.”

He heard her say “fuck” before his mouth covered hers with the desire of nearly seven months of stored up fantasies. Each and every one starring her. Her lips were soft, mouth was hot and wet. He imagined his cock there where his tongue played. He imagined how his thick organ would fill her mouth and she'd suck him down and swallow everything he gave her. She moaned low in her throat as if she could hear his thoughts, and that was it.

TAMING KAT

Moving halfway across the country to work part-time at a ranch had been a rash decision on Yankee city girl, Kat Martin's part. She understood that. She had just needed to get away from her pesky mom and older sister telling her what she should be doing with her life. She had no idea her bold move was going to put her in close proximity to her one and only one-night-stand, Caleb McCrae.

Kat may not know what she wants to do with her life but she does know she needs to stay well away from sexy neanderthal Caleb, who had strutted into her life and ripped her pants off.

Caleb is officially done with military life and is ready to settle down. He's bought a stake in the ranch he grew up working at and is building a beautiful house. Now all he has to do is wrangle the one that got away. Kat Martin has been haunting his thoughts and steaming up his dreams ever since she skipped out on him after one of the hottest nights of his life. She may be giving him the cold shoulder now, but he knows just how to heat her up.

Warning: Contains one crystal ball reading mama, one gal with commitment issues and a sassy mouth, and one cowboy that believes his belt was meant for more than holding up his pants. 

AVAILABLE  JANUARY  16th!! 2015