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Forever Mine releases today!

Forever Mine releases today!

I’m excited to see this book’s reception.  Calvin is different from my other vampires.  He’s still an evil, blood-thirsty vampire, but he comes across more like a gentle giant in the hands of Felicia (Fee).  He is probably one of my favorite vampires, and it is my hope, he will be yours as well.  His patience with her is princely, and he treats her like a princess.  She is not his slave, he is hers.  One of my favorite lines from Calvin?

“For you, I’ll try to make my answer always be ‘yes’.”


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Description: After her uncle dies, Felicia decides to visit the family she hasn’t seen since she was a child. After years of therapy, she believes she’s ready to face her past and won’t fall prey to her family’s delusional beliefs about vampires. But a dark childhood wasn’t Felicia’s only problem. She’s in love with a man she sees only in her dreams. Calvin. She convinces herself that Calvin is a figment of her imagination and tries to erase him from her thoughts. She thinks meeting her real family will give her closure on her parents’ murders, but instead she finds that everything she convinced herself wasn’t real, was. Soon she is forced to choose between the man she loves and the vampire hunters who call her their own.



“Some girls like older guys.” She reached forward and grabbed a handful of popcorn. “You’re old, aren’t you?” She tossed some in her mouth as she smirked. “And I still love you. So, there’s nothing wrong with liking older guys.”

“I’m ageless, so I’m neither old nor young. Just…” He licked his lips as he watched her toss a piece of popcorn in her mouth. “Eternal.” He tried not to make a disgusted face, but it came anyway.

Her voice was sweet and flirty, “Old.” She teasingly poked him in the chest.

“You think I’m…” He leaned over her, placing one of his hands on the other side of her hip. “Old?”

“Well, you are.” Giggling, she flicked his nose. “Like Dracula, except way sexier.”

“You like vampire movies?” One of his eyebrows rose as he gazed deep into her excited eyes. He could hear her heavy breath, see her eyes drink in his ready lips.

“Only the romantic ones.” Her heavy eyes slowly moved up to meet his. Her arms wrapped around his neck as her voice softened. “I don’t like movies without a love story in them. Dracula’s romantic, like you.”

“Not me…” His voice was light. “I like the blood!” Baring his fangs, he growled at her and slammed her into a laying position. Felicia’s eyes widened, and she drew her arms to her chest fearfully. Her terror caught him off-guard, and Calvin regarded her strangely. “What?” He made a sour face as he hovered over her.

“Don’t do that.” Her eyes narrowed on him. “That’s not sexy.”

“Why?” He mimicked her expression. “I was just playing with you. Wanna play vampire, little maiden?” He yanked on the collar of her shirt and tore it down the middle. It now lay open, exposing the skin of her chest. He chuckled when he saw the shock on her face. His lip curled as a low growl escaped his throat and he bore his fangs.

“Not like that.” Her words were quick like her breath, her fear still wearing thick on her face. Licking her lips, she touched his chest lightly, putting some distance between them. “Like nice, sexy vampires from the movies, not mean ‘eat me’ kind of vampires.” She tried to hide her nervousness with a wavering smile. “Sweet, romantic vampire.” She tapped his pecs as a shaky laugh escaped her lips. “I’m a lover, not a victim.”

“Then I have no idea how to play this game.” Gazing down at her, Calvin admired her smile. There was a clear love in his eyes, his expression softening. “Vampires aren’t nice, Fee.”

“You can be nice.” Her gentle hand fell on his cheek, Felicia pausing as she stared into his eyes. “Dracula had an eternal love. Like you have me.” Her voice was soft, a breathlessness in her whisper. “Tell me how much you love me. What you’ve wanted to say to me since the day that you lost me.”

She watched his grin slowly melt, his dark lashes almost kissing each other as he narrowed his eyes. “I know you have a speech prepared. I can tell. So tell me.” She tightened her grip around his neck, her lips brushing against his ear. “I need to hear it.”

“Okay.” He paused, a clear fear in his voice. Taking a few seconds to gather himself, he sucked in a few deep breaths as he caressed her cheek. Looking back at her, his words were soft as he stared at her with sad eyes. “Every night…I would lay awake, my arm outstretched as I stared at the ceiling. I couldn’t feel the heaviness of your body under my hand or the warmth of your breath on my fingers. I stared so hard until I could feel it. Until I could imagine every inch of you. Until I could hear your voice. But then…”

He loosened her grip and pushed a short strand of black hair away from her face lovingly. “It got harder and harder to remember. I’d try to remember the way your laugh sounded, the color of your eyes, but…I couldn’t. And it hurt.”

He clenched his jaw, and she could hear the scrape of his teeth as they slid over each other. “I had lost your body, and then I lost the vividness of my memories. I had no photographs, no paintings. Nothing to remind me of you. I would have given anything to see you again. Just one look, one glimpse to help me remember. I longed to remember the way your skin felt.”

He ran the back of his hand over her cheek. “The curve of your hips. The petal-like softness of your lips.” His finger trailed over her bottom lip lightly and skipped across the flat plateau. “And this look…” He gazed into her eyes, their blue like the deep, dark waters of the ocean.

“No amount of imagination could ever get something as perfect as you right….

The Last Hero: Cole’s Hallucinations


Yay!  My next release with SCP is The Last Hero!  I am very excited about this and want to give you a little tease from the book.  It has the most complicated, in-depth plot of any of my books.  That also makes it very hard to pick an excerpt from it.  Before this scene begins, Allyson confronts Cole’s hallucination, and though it’s an awesome scene, it’s way too long and I can’t post it here.  So, you get the scene that comes afterward.



Cole quickly looked toward where she was pointing. Taking advantage of the distraction, Allyson grabbed a glass bottle near her. In a quick movement, she broke it over his head.

“Ahh….” Making a sour face, Cole pulled away from her. He reached up and tapped the blood on his forehead. “I’m bleeding? What happened?”

Grabbing her glasses, Allyson made sure to keep a great distance from him. “Are you…okay?”

“Besides bleeding?” He laughed as he grabbed some paper towels and held them to the small cut on his head. “Why’d you hit me, Allyson? Because I kissed you?”

“No, because you were hallucinating.” Shrugging her shoulders, there was a guilty look in her eyes. “I did it to wake you up.”

Cole tried to avoid her eyes, a great annoyance in his words. “I don’t remember anything. I’m really sorry. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, I’m fine.” She approached him now with no fear. In her hand, she carried some gaze. “You’re all right now and that’s all that matters.”

“Allyson…I…” Running his fingers through his dark hair, Cole appeared to be on the verge of tears.

Allyson lunged forward and hugged him tightly. “Don’t ever do that to me again Cole. I was so scared.”

He held her tightly as he rubbed his cheek against her soft hair. “I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about. It’s not your fault.”

“Are you going to report this?”

“No.” Allyson’s voice was low. Her eyes were glued on Cole’s jacket that hung on a chair near her. She read the name, “Nero” that was stitched near the shoulder. “I know what they do to people suspected of having Virus. I’d never let anyone use you as a test subject. Never. We’ll deal with this ourselves.” She cuddled closer to him, a deep sadness etched into her features. Her eyes glistened with tears, her lips pushed together tightly so they wouldn’t fall.

“Thank you…” He let out a relieved sigh as he closed his eyes. “So much.” Even though they were embracing, it wasn’t out of love—it was fear. They both could feel the tension, the imminent darkness that surrounded the future.

After a few seconds of silence, Allyson spoke. “Has this ever happened before?”


A few tears snaked down her cheeks, each one burning on its descent. “How many times?”

“Just a few.” Cole grip on her tightened, a great fear in his voice.

“When you have these episodes…” She stared at his uniform, a distant look in her eyes. “Do you always black out like you just did?”

“No. This is only the second time I’ve blacked out. All the other times I was awake and they only lasted a few seconds.”

“If this is the second time, when was the first?”

“At Fairway.”

“Do you have triggers?” She pulled away and gazed into his face. When their eyes met, Cole looked away and pushed her head back into his chest.

“Yes.” He released a deep sigh. “Him….” He paused and closed his eyes tightly. “And you.”

“Me?” She pulled away again, but this time, Cole wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“I have to go.” Ripping himself from the safety of their embrace, Cole went to his coat. He quickly put it on and left the room.

Allyson watched him jog down the hallway, then turned when he disappeared. She went back into the room and picked up the phone. She dialed Sebastian’s number.

“Hello?” Sebastian answered, but sounded a little distracted.

“Sebastian.” Allyson spoke quickly, her voice low. “I need to talk to you about Cole.”

“Just a minute.” Sebastian hushed someone in the background, “I’ll be right back.” There was a few seconds pause, Allyson hearing the sound of a door shutting. Sebastian then spoke, “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s wrong with him, Sebastian.”

“Like what?”

“He’s acting strange and…” She glanced at the closed door and then into the mirror near her. “He’s not okay. I’m really worried about him. Just promise me you’ll keep a close eye on him on your next mission.”

“I promise.”

“Thanks Sebastian.”

“So, what’s got you so worried? He has seemed a little depressed lately. Is that what you mean?”

“He’s hallucinating.” Palming her forehead, she lowered her voice.

Sebastian lowered his voice as well, “Do you think he has Virus?”

“No. I already tested him for that and his tests were clear. I have no idea what’s going on with him. Maybe it’s some manifest of post-traumatic stress. He has been through a lot lately, maybe he just can’t handle it.”

“You didn’t report it, did you? Cause we need him. He’s the best Elite at Grovesparrow and commander of the squad. We’d be—”

“Of course, I didn’t report him, Sebastian. I could never do that.”

“Thanks Allyson. I’ll watch him super close, I promise. It’s probably just stress freakin’ him out. Cole’s got a lot on his shoulders, this war has been hard on all of us.”

“Just don’t mention this to anyone. I could lose my license if anyone finds out about it.”

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Tuesday Teasers: Excerpts from Relapse, Check Mate and Heartland


Get ready for some steamy excerpts!

Today, I have two guest authors posting with me, so you’re in for a treat. Please welcome S.L. Stacy and Tricia Andersen!

So…prepared to be teased because I have THREE sexy excerpts to share. How awesome is that?  First up, a steamy excerpt from Relapse, then one from Check Mate, and to finish you off, an excerpt from Heartland (Book 2 of the Black Irish Series).

Make sure to visit Amazon and check out their books!  And feel free to leave your comments as well, we love that stuff!


Excerpt #1: From Relapse (Book 2 of the Reborn series)

Author: S.L. Stacy

“By day, Eros made himself known to Psyche only as a honeyed, seductive voice. At night they made love, Eros camouflaged in darkness, still never revealing his face…”


I wake up ensconced in pale gold sheets and two sturdy, protective arms.

The feel of his fingers through the flimsy silk of my nightgown makes me burn with longing. With my head tucked against his chest, I can feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing. I skim my hands along the bare skin there and plant a few chaste kisses on his face. He stirs, his heart giving an excited patter.

“Mmmm, Psyche,” he whispers huskily, “go back to sleep.”

“I can’t,” I whimper. “Not with you so close to me.” His shaft swells against my abdomen, making even more heat blossom between my thighs. I try to look up into his face to meet his gaze, but in the dark bedroom his face is an even darker blur, a shadowy suggestion of a man’s chiseled features. I can reach up to caress a cheek slightly rough with stubble and to trace a sensuous mouth, but I can’t see the face.

He grunts in frustration. “If you keep touching me like that, you’re going to push me over the edge.”

“Good.” I press my lips to his in an eager but closed-mouth kiss. A beat later his mouth engulfs mine, our tongues twisting and spiraling as his hands move up my calves and thighs to firmly grasp my behind. His mouth slips from my lips to my neck to my collarbone, his teeth gently grasping the strap of my nightgown and lowering it until one of my breasts is exposed. He draws his tongue over the nipple just as his fingers slide across the wetness at the juncture between my thighs. For a while he continues this simultaneous assault to my senses, tasting and nipping my breast, massaging my bud with his thumb. As his other hand reaches around to cradle the back of my head, he lifts his face to bury it in the fall of my hair, stroking the strands lovingly as the cries of my orgasm shatter the pensive night.

“There you go, my darling,” he purrs, kissing my forehead. “I should go now, and you should get your beauty sleep.”

“No,” I protest, reaching for him even as he coaxes me away. “I want…more.” Even though I’ve just climaxed, I’m still burning for this man so much it’s painful. “Please.”

Perhaps I can’t see his face, but I can feel his hands shaking as they comb through my hair. “You know we shouldn’t. I told you what happened to…the others. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“You can’t know that.”

“But I do,” I insist, crawling closer to him. “It will be different with me. With us. I just know it. Now, please. Make love to me.” I dip my head and tease the tip of his shaft with my tongue.

He lets out a guttural groan, fingers tugging my hair. “Are you sure you’re a virgin?” he manages to croak as I take him entirely in my mouth. As I pleasure him, his breaths growing raspy and uneven, excitement and determination course through me. I feel powerful in a way I couldn’t have even imagined before this moment. With my lips and tongue I can unravel this man who makes me burn for him.

“Enough,” he pants. “I want to be inside you.” Reluctantly I release him, and he scoops me up only to lay me down underneath him. As he stretches out on top of me, something rustles above his shoulders, enveloping us in a dark curtain.

“This might be painful at first,” he warns me. I bite back a gasp of pain when he enters me, easing himself inside inch by inch until he fills me up. He stays like this for a moment, bringing his face down to kiss me, then slowly withdraws. The next few thrusts are the same—careful, measured—but as my body adjusts to accommodate him and I dig my nails into the taut muscles of his back, he picks up the pace, slamming into me until I see stars.


Excerpt #2: From Check Mate

Author: H.N. Sieverding

“Let’s get some popcorn.” He took her hands, skating backward as he pulled her toward an exit.

“It doesn’t taste good.” She walked with him out to the lobby. It was empty, aside from a few coats that laid on the benches. “But we can make some.” She pointed to the concessions as she opened the door to the back counter. “When no one’s around, Sam lets us go back here and—“

“Check!” In a quick action, Morgan grabbed her hands and shoved her against the wall. Gwen let out a high pitched squeak, the movement knocking the wind out of her. His lips found hers and stole the breath she drew. This roughness in his touch brought back loving memories of him and Gwen gave in. Hard.

She pulled on his shirt and yanked him inside the stand, slamming the door closed with her skate. Her quick hand reached back and locked it. The shades were drawn inside, giving them privacy.

Morgan slammed her against the sticky wall, his hard body holding her firmly against it. His lips devoured the salty flesh of her neck as his rough hands climbed her back. They were halted by the strap of her bra. Detouring around it, Morgan took a firm hold of its captives and released them from their cage. He shoved up her shirt, his lips latching onto her breast.

“Mor….gan…” Gwen tried to speak, but her arousal was stealing her breath. Her stiff fingers forked through his messy hair as she squeezed his shoulder tightly. “We can’t…” Her body shivered as his tongue made a light pass up her chest. “Do this.” Her words were breathless, “Stop…”

He forced his hand down the front of her pants. When his fingers rubbed her tender spot, she let out a giant gasp. Clinging to him tighter, her words were breathless in his ear. “Don’t stop…please don’t stop.” Her lips parted when she felt him pull down her pants, his tongue flicking teasingly at her skin. She let out a groaned whine, closing her eyes as her fingers tensed.

His hands grabbed her panties with an iron grip and twisted them tightly until she let out a low moan. His voice was husky in her ear, the sound making her shiver. “Forgive me. I love you, Gwenie. It’s always been you. Only you. Always.”

“I….” She stared into his eyes as her hands paused on the band of his pants. They shook and if her fingers weren’t looped in it, they’d slip off. “Love you too.” Her breath quickened and lingered with his. She drew his air, the moist heat making her swoon. She felt him pull down her panties and quickly drop to his knees.

Then he did it. His fingers parted her flesh and made way for his tongue. He knew exactly how to floor her, all Gwen’s muscles tightening. Her eyes shut tightly, the pleasure so blinding, she couldn’t catch her breath.

Then, an overwhelming pleasure consumed her, and her body shook. She let out a labored sigh, her death grip on Morgan’s shaggy locks loosening. As she recovered from her orgasm, Morgan picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He placed her bare bottom on the cold, metal counter behind her, and shoved her legs open. He dropped his pants and entered in a quick, swift movement. Squeezing his shoulders, she gazed into his eyes, his pupils wide and showing his great arousal. Their stares locked, their breath heavy as Morgan’s thick fingers dug into the flesh of her hips.

Gwen’s arms encircled his neck and she held him tight. Her words slipped off her lips in a breathless whisper. “I missed you.” Closing her eyes, she took in the pleasure of this moment. She finally had the man she wanted.

“I know.” Panting in her ear, his words were choppy. “I’ll…never leave you….again.” He pulled back slightly, his lips parted as he gazed into her eyes. He didn’t break stride, his hips slamming repeatedly into hers, each thrust forcing the air from her lips.

Her hand cradled his cheek, her eyes darting over his intense expression. Their eyes locked for a few seconds more before she spoke. Her words were so soft, they were barely audible. “Promise?”

“Come with me…” Resting his head in the crook of her neck, a hiss was released from his lips.

“I’ll….” Her heavy breath fell hot in his ear, her arms taking a firmer hold. “Come with you.” She quickly gazed into his smile. “I’ll come with you, Morgan.” Gwen’s kisses were limp as she tried to hold onto his cheeks, his mouth open wide as he tried to draw his breath.

Hearing voices, they startled, both of them freezing. Gwen’s bottom pulsed, her legs still wrapped firmly around Morgan’s middle.

“You making popcorn in there?” Sam was knocking with a tight fist. “The boys want some too, so make a big batch.”

Gwen giggled as she covered her lips. She held Morgan’s gaze as she stroked the hair that fell near his eyes. She answered her brother. “Okay.”

“Morgan…” Sam’s voice was stern. “If you’re porking my sister, make sure to wipe down the counters.”

Morgan was going to speak, but Gwen quickly covered his mouth, muffling his words. After they heard Sam walk away, both Morgan and Gwen erupted into laughter.


Excerpt #3: Heartland (Book #2 of The Black Irish Series)

Author: Tricia Andersen

Closing time for the gallery came quicker than Abbey expected. The stars peeked out one by one against a black sky. She looked up and sighed contentedly at the beautiful scene above her as her breath puffed out in white, frozen clouds. Then, she dropped her gaze to the far more beautiful scene before her—her sinfully sexy husband locking up the store.

Abbey watched as Sloan twisted the key in the gallery door. The dim lights from inside cast a caramel glow on the sidewalk outside. He slipped his keys into his jeans pocket then took her tiny hand in his. She snuggled close to him for a moment before they started walking towards home.

Main street Mount Vernon was lit up for a Saturday night on the town. Families filtered in and out of the diner for supper. College students from Cornell filled the sidewalks heading for either the movie theater or the coffee shop. Laughter and the sound of the Hawkeye game on the big screen television could be heard through the propped open door of the tavern. Despite the chill of the upcoming winter, people seemed to be out of the warmth of their homes for a little fun.

Sloan and Abbey laughed and whispered as they journeyed the short distance home. At the first street corner, they waited for a car to pass. Sloan wrapped his powerful arms around his wife, his arms palming Abbey’s rounded stomach. He trailed a soft line of kisses along her neck. She let go a soft sigh at his touch.

At the next street corner, Sloan’s arms and lips were far more possessive. He was no longer the proud father. He was the lover who had embedded the baby in her womb. She clung to him. Why can’t we live closer to the gallery?

At the third street corner, Abbey found herself pressed flush against the street lamp. Sloan’s hands slid down her butt to her inner thighs. She felt his arms tense to lift.

“Sloan, what are you doing?” Abbey asked breathlessly.

Sloan’s ice blue eyes locked with hers. “I told you I wouldn’t be stopping tonight, didn’t I?”

Abbey gasped softly as Sloan’s lips pried hers apart, his tongue diving deep to tangle with hers. She held on tight to his black wool trench coat as she tore free from the kiss. “Sloan, not here.”

A shudder ran through her as she heard the sound of clattering metal of his belt buckle falling free. She had to stop this. She was a whisper away from letting him strip her naked and take her right there against the light pole.

“Why not here?” he demanded.

“We’re outside!”

He cocked his head to the side, a playful pout on his sweet, sexy lips. “How sad. You’ve lost your adventure.”

“I haven’t lost anything. Winter’s about to start. I don’t want to freeze to this pole.”

Sloan pinned his body to Abbey’s, pressing her against the light pole with his sculpted, muscular frame. She felt him hard and ready against her swollen belly. “Oh, luv. I will warm your skin. You won’t freeze.”

“We can see our breath…”

Abbey’s words trailed off as Sloan’s hands caressed her breasts while his lips roamed the curve of her neck. She whimpered in need as she clung to his shoulders, her fingers buried in his wavy, ebony hair. She felt her resolve slip away. She needed skin on skin. She needed Sloan inside her.

“Home,” she moaned, forcing one more stand from her lips. “One block, please.”

Sloan gazed down at her, a wicked twinkle in his eyes. It promised a night of fiery passion that set loose butterflies in her stomach. He took her hand in his as they quickly crossed the street and trotted for home.

Sloan tossed off his coat as he and Abbey stepped inside the house. She listened to him bolt the lock on the door as she discarded her coat on the sofa. She hopped up the steps then turned around, meeting her husband’s hungry stare. She scrunched her finger to send him a come-hither message. He needed no encouragement.

With a shriek of giggles, Abbey fled up the stairs. Sloan was quick on her heels, leaping the steps two at a time. He took her captive in their bedroom, wrapping her tight in his arms. She lost her breath as he kissed her ferociously, his lips demanding complete surrender.

“You are mine,” her growled.

“Always,” she whispered as she sunk into his kiss again.

June Releases


Looking for a steamy read?  

Then check out some of Secret Cravings Publishing’s new releases for June!


His Paris Affair (Albury Affairs 3)

His Paris Affair

Christina Ow

Click HERE to read an excerpt, buy the book and learn more about the author

Ruiz Albury went to the Bahamas for one reason, to get back what was his as the rightful heir of his father with rage and resentment that has been festering for years. His father built his dream resort on his mother’s money and tears, the least he could have done was leave it to Ruiz after his death. But instead, he bequeaths it to his eldest son Reno, one of the children of the love of his life. But once he gets there, he’s treated as part of a family, shown love and care he’d only dreamed about and all his carefully laid plans are forgotten. In fact, they are buried deep in his mind when he meets Melody Sinclair at his sister’s wedding. Soon, he falls in love with her and is planning a future with her, but his fairytale life is harshly shattered when Melody leaves him for another man.

Melody Sinclair thought she’d found one of the good ones. Someone who wanted her for her and not for her money or to get closer to her business tycoon brother who turns everything he touches to gold. She loved Ruiz and trusted him enough to make him a part of her life, only to have it shuttered when she learns his true intentions. Heart broken and distraught, she gets drunk and decides to get over him by getting under someone else, only for it to turn out to be the worst mistake of her life. Forced into a fake marriage, her husband uses her to get revenge against her family. Trapped, with nowhere to turn, Ruiz sweeps in like a knight in shining armor ready to battle her dragon. But does she trust him and herself enough to let him?


Unexpected Storm

Unexpected Storm

Elodie Parkes

Click HERE to read an excerpt, buy the book and learn more about the author

On vacation with her friends, Holly meets the delicious Will. He teaches surfing and sailboarding and watches her on the beach. Holly longs for romance. After an erotic encounter, they both hope for more. Can this be the love Holly has hoped for? Is Will the man of her dreams? Hot summer romance, tropical heat, and an unexpected storm of love.


A Gentleman Always Finds Out

A Gentleman Always Finds Out

Layna Pimentel

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Ruined and jilted, Mariah Harris, with her cousin, plots against the rogue who dared to insult her and her family. What she doesn’t expect is for their plan to lead them astray…on the wrong side of the law.

Julian Kingsley is ready to give up working for the crown, only he’s given one last mission. He agrees, but gets more than he bargains for. When a dalliance with a mysterious woman suddenly reveals her connections to his case, he’s honor bound to turn her in, but his heart can’t seem to give her up.


Master Dragon (Masters of Tabu 5)

Master Dragon (Book 5 of Masters of Tabu)

Gray Dixon

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For thirty-five years, Brock Dragon has been single, but for good reason. Working at Club Tabu, Knight Enterprises, attending college and taking care of his family, he just didn’t have time to meet the right woman and fall in love. That is, until the little spitfire with short hair and the curves of a real woman steals his breath away.

When Karlie Larson returns home to Dallas, Texas, as a Doctor of Aero-Astro Physics, she never planned to explore her sexuality at Club Tabu with the urging of her cousin. She quickly realizes the stranger with the dragon tattoo can give her what she has only fantasized about.

Can one look, one kiss, one whisper from the dangerous Bad Boy of the Big D turn into Mr. Right and give Karlie a first time she’ll never forget, shaking the very foundation of her well-ordered world?



Torture: Excerpt from Initiation (Christian’s Kisses)

*This is an graphic excerpt, so please don’t read if that offends you.

Christian’s Kisses is the first series I published with Secret Cravings Publishing.  It’s categorized as “sweet mainstream romance”, but it’s probably the darkest of all my published books, especially the second book (which is my favorite).  If you’ve read the books, you’d know Christian loves torture.  One of the best torture scenes I can’t share because it’s a spoiler, but this one I can.  I think it’s stuff like this that got me coined a “sexy horror” author.  So, enjoy the except, check out the book (if you haven’t), and leave your comments if you have any.


Inititiation_MEDChristian walked up to the weak hunter, grabbing the sides of his head and making him look up. Carver screamed out in pain, his mouth still very tender from last’s night’s encounter with Darien’s hammer.

“Hello.” A sinister chuckle escaped Christian’s lips as he reveled in the pain he was causing Carver. “Soon you will see what it feels like to be one of us.”

Carver managed to glare at Christian, but couldn’t speak.

“Oh,” Christian laughed, bending down on one knee and slapping Carver’s cheek, igniting another yelp from Carver. “Does your mouth hurt?” His brow lowered, that handsome evil in his eyes that drove women mad was driving Carver insane with fear. “Good.”

Carver swallowed hard, his fearful eyes never leaving Christian’s. Carver was covered in dried blood, a small bit of stubble growing on his normally well shaven face. He could taste blood in his mouth, Christian’s slap making him bleed again.

Christian bit Carver’s neck, drinking enough to render him unconscious but not kill him. Then, the vampires took him to the basement where his hunters were being kept. Darien tossed the hunter down on the cold stone floor and planted a swift kick in his stomach.

The impact woke Carver, and he slowly opened his eyes. He could hear muffled voices and the sound of Christian’s laughter. From his angle, he could only see the expensive leather shoes of the Master vampire standing in front of him.

“Feeling hungry?” Christian grabbed a chunk of Carver’s hair, lifting up his head. “I will take great delight in watching you kill your hunters.” He slammed Carver’s head back down, kicking him in the mouth before walking away.

Carver winced in pain, holding his mouth as tears came unwillingly to his eyes. His whole body ached, an intense hunger burning in his chest. That hunger, which had driven the gentle Addison to kill, was now taking over Carver. He could smell blood, and his head slowly picked up off the floor as he watched Christian and Darien cut his men so they would bleed. They knew the smell would drive Carver insane, which was their intention.

“Here—a parting gift from your Master.” Christian gazed at the bloodied knife in his hand, the harsh lighting in the small cellar like room reflecting off its surface. “You are a hunter and will kill like one.” He tossed the weapon in Carver’s direction, the blade sliding across the floor and spinning in a quick circle in front of Carver’s eyes. Standing in the doorway, a low, sinister laugh escaped his lips, “Happy hunting.”

Christian and his elites left the room, the loudness of the door slamming deafening to Carver. The room was full of muffled whines from Carver’s wounded hunters, the sound stinging his ears. He lay on the floor for a few more minutes, every noise magnified as he felt the heavy pulse of his blood pumping through his body.

His mouth quivered as he looked forward and uncontrollably licked his lips. There was a trail of blood coming toward him, the small stream like a tiny river that was snaking its way toward him. The tease was intense, with every inch the blood drew closer, the wider Carver’s eyes opened, his pupils fully dilated. He was trying to resist the temptation, but the drive to kill was stronger than his own will.

Christian had made him into something he despised, something that he could never get away from. Breathing heavily, he began to hyperventilate, the blood trail getting closer as it made its way down the sloped floor that led to the drain Carver was laying on.

Closing his eyes as he gritted his broken teeth, the excruciating pain of his action almost out shadowed his need to feed. But then, the small stream of blood hit his cheek, its gentle kiss warm and thick, like the temptation of the devil. Carver’s eyes shot open, his nostrils flaring, his intense hunger shoving aside his sanity and waking the monster within.

He reached a shaky hand out in front of him, his fingers grabbing frantically at the knife. After a few swipes, he caught it, holding it in a tightly clenched fist. Gathering a burst of inhuman strength, he rose to his feet, his slow eyes following the path that tempted him to its source.

Carver appeared before a bleeding hunter. He slammed his hands onto the stone wall forcefully before licking the hunter’s bleeding face. He slowly let his tongue glide over the dirty skin, the man cowering under him and begging him to stop. Carver’s lip quivered with the act, the taste greater than anything he had ever experienced. Breathing heavily, Carver’s hungry eyes gazed distantly into the hunter’s.

“Stop!” He screamed, pulling angrily at the chains that tied him to the wall. “Don’t do this! Resist—”

With an artful swipe of his hand, Carver sliced the hunter’s neck, releasing a fountain of blood that covered his skin. He lapped at the fast flowing wound like a thirsty dog, but wasn’t able to satisfy the hunger.

The taste drove Carver mad, and he ran to his other hunters, slashing at them furiously with his knife. He had lost himself to the hunger, now becoming what he hated. Christian had gotten his revenge, a torturous end to a hunter that dared to wrong the great Master.



Behind the Covers: Breaking the Silence

Originally posted on Black Kat Designs:

breakingthesilencecoverThis is the second book in the Hard Drive Series, the sequel to Tricia’s best selling sport’s romance, Breaking the Cycle.  This book is expected to release in September.  For this cover, I got to work with two NEW cover models!  How awesome is that?


Behind the design:

  • Cover models:  Rex and Jacquie

  • Genre:  Contemporary Romance/Sports Romance

  • The shirt Jacquie is wearing, Operation First Response, is important because the character is a vet who has lost her hearing.  Hence the “silence” in the title.

  • Rex was wearing flame shorts, but they got cut in editing.  Whoops!  It wasn’t intentional, it was just an issue of picture placement.

  • Both models are actual fighters from a gym in the midwest, Hard Drive, that the author also trains at.  The owner of the gym modeled for the first book in the series, as well as for Check Mate and The Doll Shoppe…

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Cover Reveal! The Doll Shoppe Murders

Here is the cover art for The Doll Shoppe Murders.  And as I promised, Caesar is on the cover.  This book releases in August with Secret Cravings Publishing.  Love it?  I do :D



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