Friday, August 17, 2018

The Key of Solomon-Amber Moon on sale now


At Amazon, anyway. Soon to be at Smashwords. 


BLURB:

Lucas has a low-paying, dead-end job, lives in a tiny apartment, and can count his close friends on one hand. Well, one finger actually, and for all the sympathy she has, it may as well be the middle one. No, Lucas’s life is not one any would truly strive for. However, it keeps him from thinking too much about his distant past and the one man who had gently held his heart… but then ripped it right out of his chest and crushed it under his expensive leather Gucci’s. As a teenager not even out of the closet yet, surviving the fallout became unbearable so Lucas did the only thing he could. He disappeared.

Fourteen painful years later and Lucas is ready to move on. He’s going to finally kill his unrequited love for Ryder once and for all.

That’s when the magic of Solomon and his galactic bar sweep in. Seems Lucas had the audacity to query the gods in the form of a fist to the sky. The cosmic bartender couldn’t resist taking up the challenge. Mainly because Solomon holds many keys and one of them just happens to be to Lucas’s happiness. He only needs to convince Lucas of that.

Shouldn’t be too difficult… right?


Thursday, August 9, 2018

COVER REVEAL - The Key of Solomon - Amber Moon


BLURB


Lucas has a low-paying, dead-end job, lives in a tiny apartment, and can count his close friends on one hand. Well, one finger actually, and for all the sympathy she has, it may as well be the middle one. No, Lucas’s life is not one any would truly strive for. However, it keeps him from thinking too much about his distant past and the one man who had gently held his heart… but then ripped it right out of his chest and crushed it under his expensive leather Gucci’s. As a teenager not even out of the closet yet, surviving the fallout became unbearable so Lucas did the only thing he could. He disappeared.

Fourteen painful years later and Lucas is ready to move on. He’s going to finally kill his unrequited love for Ryder once and for all.

That’s when the magic of Solomon and his galactic bar sweep in. Seems Lucas had the audacity to query the gods in the form of a fist to the sky. The cosmic bartender couldn’t resist taking up the challenge. Mainly because Solomon holds many keys and one of them just happens to be to Lucas’s happiness. He only needs to convince Lucas of that.


Shouldn’t be too difficult… right?

Coming out again August 17, 2018

Saturday, August 4, 2018

Prologue for To Save His Prince

Flirting with 75,000 words now, nearly finished! Here is the first few pages, not edited at this point, but still hope you like it. 




Working Blurb:


Emory is a humble kitchen servant intent on working hard so he can continue to earn his daily crust of bread. It is a thankless, back-breaking job but it is exactly where Emory wants to be. In the magnificent West Quay castle. Because that is where the incredibly handsome, extremely talented Crown Prince Riffyn lived. The beautiful, kind and attentive man had stolen Emory’s heart years before when he rescued him and his mother from a band of thieves. Now Emory’s only wish is to be close, so he can simply admire and serve the man. A prince who seems he just might feel something for Emory as well.

But evil walks the halls of the castle, and Emory stumbles on a plot to kill the prince. Of course, being a lowly servant, no one believes him, including Riffyn. Luckily he haphazardly thwarted the plot, putting his own life in jeopardy but unfortunately did not stop the threat to the prince. He needs to convince Riffyn of the danger, but how?

Especially, now, after it is announced that it is time for the prince to marry and produce an heir to the throne. Even as Emory’s heart breaks because of this, three separate kingdoms are bringing their eligible princesses to vie for the prince’s hand. And then, to top it off, Emory discovered some of these princesses are using magic to enchant the prince to love them against his will.  Are these princesses part of some plan to overthrow the kingdom? Or are they somehow connected to the evil plot to kill the prince? Either way, Emory must find a way to save his prince.


Prologue


They had knocked the basket out of Emory’s mother’s hands and the contents had rolled in the dirt. The bread had been wrapped in a thin cloth, so had been protected, and the vegetables could be washed, but it was humiliating there was little to nothing Emory could do to stop what was happening. There were three of the ruffians circling both him and his mother, two held short blades, but all of them were large and intimidating.
Emory hated his thin body. He labored hard working their small farm, tending to the livestock and keeping starvation at bay, but even at the age of fifteen, he had not developed the muscles young men his age had, doing the very same things he did. Still, he had to at least try to make sure this encounter with these thieves did not go any farther.
“Leave us alone! We’ve done you no wrong!”
“Emory!” his mother whispered harshly. “Hush, boy.” She tried to push him behind her which was even more embarrassing.
“That’s right, Emory,” one of the ruffians taunted. “Hide behind ye mama’s petticoat befores we cuts you up and feeds you to the bog rats.”
“Yeah, sonny. Theys mighty hungry this time of year,” jeered another. Then the vile man’s attention went back to his mother. “Course, we have a different activity planned for mama.”
They all laughed as the circle they had formed around them became smaller and smaller, all three of them staring like starving animals at his mother. She gripped Emory’s wrist even as he tried to raise his arm to shield her. “No, Emory! Please do nothing foolish!”
“Mom! Stop!” He stepped out beside her. “I need to protect you. I can fight them.”
But she was crying and the tears distracted him for a crucial moment, his heart wrenching. It was why the hit to his left side was unexpected. It had also been so hard Emory was suddenly face down in the same dirt as the radishes. Even as kicks rained down on him he could hear his mother’s screams and the tearing of fabric.
“Mom! No! Leave my mother alone!” He could do nothing more than to protect his own head. He was going to be no help at all to his mother. What did he do?
Unhand her, you scum!
Only in that moment had Emory been aware he had heard horse hooves thundering the ground. He just hadn’t realized it could have heralded a hero coming to rescue his mother and him. Noting the man who had been mercilessly kicking him was thankfully no longer interested in him, Emory rolled and gained his feet. It was then Emory was able to gaze up at the magnificent man who had just arrived. Dressed in chainmail and a royal blue cloak, he slipped from his incredible steed with agility and grace, drawing his sword in a motion so fluid it was like a dance.
“Who da hell are you?” one of the three who had attacked them snarled. Those same three now surrounded the beautiful man who was clearly a noble. What someone like that was doing here in Wybrook Emory had no idea. But he was thrilled the man had stopped the attack on his mother. Running to her sitting on the ground trying to cover herself having had the top of her dress nearly torn from her, Emory quickly took his own tunic off and slipped it over his mother’s head. Then he helped her to her feet. “Are you okay”
“Yes,” she stammered. “Are you?”
“Of course,” he scoffed, disgusted with himself he had needed help to protect his mother. Emory could hear the fight going on behind him as he turned to see if he could at least do something. But his mother pulled on his arm, keeping him next to her.
“Please, Emory. You’re hurt enough.”
Hurt? He glanced down at his naked chest and saw the beginnings of bruises, a few cuts and abrasions, but that was it. “I’m fine, Mother.”
But she held fiercely onto him which was fine. The nobleman was having no trouble all by himself. The man seemed to be toying with the three. The two with short blades jabbed at him menacingly but he appeared to be avoiding them with ease. The one without a blade was laid out flat, his attempts to attack the man obviously failing miserably. The blue-cloaked nobleman was as remarkable with a sword as he was to gaze at.
“Who is he?” his mother whispered.
“I have no idea, mother. But he’s amazing.”
Suddenly, as if the man had tired of his inept opponents, with a twist of his sword he knocked one short blade out of one of the ruffian’s hands, and with another swing, the second blade went flying. The would-be rapists screamed in protest but decided they, too, had had enough and ran off, including the man who had been on the ground.
The man sheathed his sword as he turned to both Emory and his mother. “Are you alright?” He held out a hand to Emory’s mother who took it. The man bent low and kissed her hand. Emory watched as his mother blushed.
“Oh yes, thanks to you, kind sir.”
Just then two men, also clothed in chainmail and cloaked in blue, came thundering in. They were equally as large as the man who saved them, but nowhere near as handsome.
“Your Highness! What happened?” The lead man unmounted even before his horse came to a full stop, his sword having been already drawn.
“Only a small altercation. Three ruffians were abusing these fine folks and I stopped them. Fear not. All is well. They ran off on foot – that way.” He pointed into the woods where the three had escaped.
“Do we go after them, my lord?”
“Absolutely. They attempted a foul deed and must be punished.”
The man bowed his head quickly, mounted up and both men took off in the direction the three ruffians had gone. Their savior turned back to Emory and his mother. “May I ask your names?”
Your Highness? My lord? Emory knew his eyes were wide and it was at that instant the beautiful man met his stare. There was a shock that ran through Emory’s body and he knew right then he would never forget that moment. “Emory… Emory Murran. My… my mom, Ekar Murran… my lord.”
“Emory and Ekar Murran. I am pleased to meet you. I am Prince Riffyn Van Corby of West Quay.” He bowed and Emory’s mom, her eyes wide as well, curtsied best she could. Emory simply stood there not knowing what to do. Finally, his mother pulled on his arm and Emory bowed awkwardly.
“Now, are you sure you are alright? May I escort you home?” His gaze shifted to Emory and he narrowed his eyes as he took in the battle wounds Emory had collected. The man reached out to touch a particular bruise and Emory flinched. Self-conscious of his bare skinny teenage chest Emory swiftly bent to retrieve the scattered vegetables and the wrapped bread. He hurriedly stuck them back in his mother’s basket, pulling it away from her as she reached out to take it from him. The basket would hide at least some of his half-nakedness.
“No, mom, I can carry it,” he muttered.
Seeming to understand Emory’s embarrassment, the prince winked at him. “You are a good son.”
“Thank you, my lord.” His face heated up as he shifted his gaze downward. He was attempting respect, to not gape directly into the prince’s beautiful blue eyes, but now he was staring at the prince’s well-developed body and wished he, too, could have muscles like that. But something else entered his brain at that moment as well.
He was wondering about the warm, gorgeous flesh the chainmail covered. He wanted almost desperately to touch the naked chest underneath, be crushed to it by those strong arms.
It wasn’t a shock. He had had such thoughts about the male body before. While all his friends were talking about girls, Emory realized he had no interest in them. But he had found himself ogling the blacksmith’s son once, while he worked, swinging his hammer in the summer heat. Emory stared as he removed his shirt that day, wiped the sweat from his face with it and tossed it aside. Emory had been mesmerized by the sight of the man’s shiny physique, wishing he could be closer, actually see more of his body. Even smell him. Luckily, the man had not caught him gawking.
However, this was the first time he felt compelled to act on his thoughts. To actually touch.
He knew now his face was as red as it could be because his skin was on fire.
Suddenly there was a hand under his chin, lifting his gaze.
“There is no shame in needing help with those three,” the prince expressed gently. “You were unarmed, and I am well-trained with a sword.”
Emory nodded best he could with the prince’s hand still holding his chin. “Oh my, yes, you are. And…and thank you, my lord,” he whispered.
The prince smiled. “No need to thank me,” he assured, his deep voice shivering Emory’s very core. “I am sworn to protect my citizens. And do not fear those men. My knights will find them, and they will pay for what they attempted here today. They will not bother you again. I will make sure of it.”
Emory couldn’t help but gaze into the prince’s beautiful blue eyes with immense gratitude. “I have no doubt. You are magnificent.” Realizing what he had said he quickly added, “With… with that sword,” he gushed.
The prince laughed. “Thank you. Like I said, I am well-trained.” He stepped back as he gave Emory a once-over. “You are young. You could learn. If you ever come to the castle, let me know. I can see that you are taught.”
“The castle? Me?”
“Of course, Emory Murran. I invite you personally.” He gave a slight bow as he gazed intently at Emory. Except there was something about the prince’s contemplation that made Emory tremble, even breathless.
But then people were arriving, crowding in on the prince and soon he was swallowed up in the mass. Emory and his mother, after explaining a dozen times what had happened, made their way home.
But Emory never forgot the invitation to come to the castle.



Thursday, June 28, 2018

Thursday, June 14, 2018

COVER REVEAL - A Place to Belong



Blurb:

Logan Perry was offered a job caring for an elderly lady a thousand miles from his home in Iowa. Looking for a place to hide, it seems to be the perfect opportunity to escape. So Logan runs to Texas. All he wants is a roof over his head and food in his stomach. So moving into the amazing McFarren Manor he believes is all he needs.

Bradley McFarren is only looking for someone to care for his aging grandmother. Too busy with the family multi-billion dollar real estate firm, he just doesn't have time. With no personal life to speak of, Bradley has kept his heart safe. As long as Gail, his beloved grandmother, is cared for, he thinks it's all he needs.

But what both their hearts truly desire is a place to belong.



Coming June 30


Sunday, June 10, 2018

Another excerpt of upcoming A PLACE TO BELONG



Cover revel by the end of the week

Blurb:

Logan Perry was offered a job caring for an elderly lady a thousand miles from his home in Iowa. Looking for a place to hide, it seems to be the perfect opportunity to escape. So Logan runs to Texas. All he wants is a roof over his head and food in his stomach. So moving into the amazing McFarren Manor he believes is all he needs.

Bradley McFarren is only looking for someone to care for his aging grandmother. Too busy with the family multi-billion dollar real estate firm, he just doesn't have time. With no personal life to speak of, Bradley has kept his heart safe. As long as Gail, his beloved grandmother, is cared for, he thinks it's all he needs.

But what both their hearts truly desire is a place to belong.


Excerpt


As Logan was heading back to Gail’s room, he was confronted by Clayton.

“I told you to move out of that room! My friends will be here shortly and there is no bedroom for them.”

“I’m sure there’s a hotel in town, Mr. McFarren. If you need, I can give you a list.”

“How dare you?” Clayton balled his fists at his sides. “You have no right to talk to me like that! I’ve had all I’m going to take from you. Get out of this house right now! You’re fired!”

Although Logan’s heart leaped at those words, he knew Clayton had no power over him. “You can’t fire me, Mr. McFarren. Only Gail can.” And Bradley. Actually Bradley would be in charge of breaking his heart. “Now please excuse me. I need to get to Gail.”

“No! I forbid you to see my grandmother! You are to leave these premises immediately or I will call the police.”

No! Could he do that? Could he have Logan thrown off the property?

“You wouldn’t do that. I am Gail’s nurse, personal assistant, her companion, her friend. I’ve been with her for three solid years…”

“Yeah, about that. Did you poison her or something? I have no idea whether or not she is dying right now because you’re doing something to her. So I’m no longer going to give you the chance. Now get the hell out of this house, Logan.” He held up his cell phone. “Don’t tempt me. I will call the police.”

“Me? Poison?” The words wouldn’t even make it from his brain to his mouth how shocked he was to be accused of such an insane act. He couldn’t even conceive of such a thing. Police or not, he needed to get to Gail’s side. He pushed Clayton aside and ran.

When he arrived at Gail’s room, he slipped inside and closed the door. She was peaceful, lying there so still, the monitors all still beeping and sending out their flashes of light. He knew Clayton didn’t follow him. Whether or not he would actually call the police or not was another story.

But Bradley was coming.

Although it would probably be another day.

Where had he called from? It must have been some remote place. Was he safe? He wished the man had shared with him where he had gone this time. But it was Bradley’s habit to tell Logan of his adventures after he got back home, never before he left. He would usually come for a full week, after he’d returned from being out of the country. Both Logan and Gail could sit for hours, listening to Bradley recount his journeys. He would always bring back some trinket for each of them. Sometimes he would have purchased it, but most times it was simply a rock or a shell or some other thing he found that made him think of them.

Later, after Gail would go to bed, and he and Bradley would be out on that wide veranda on the second floor with a brandy or a glass of wine, sitting close so they could talk quietly, Bradley would tell Logan about even more of his exploits. Early on, they were sometimes about some woman who had followed him back to his hotel room. But the last year or so he never talked about women. Lately, it was more about how Bradley missed Texas and how he only thought of returning quickly to this house with the treasures he had collected. He even talked about cutting back on his travels, regretting that Gail was too fragile these days, and he hated being so far away.

Logan had no idea where he’d gone this time. But it didn’t matter. He was on his way back and would be here soon.

Sometime later, John slipped into the room to get Logan.

The police were at the door.