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.


Saturday, June 2, 2018

To Save His Prince excerpt

Holding cover for

To Save His Prince

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.

Read An Excerpt HERE

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

A Place To Belong teaser


A Place to Belong

Teaser with excerpt

Coming Soon

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.

Go here for an excerpt


Thursday, April 19, 2018

Excerpt from HAWK'S SPIRIT - The First Shifters Series




Ever wonder how the first Wolf Shifter came to be? 


Working Blurb: 


Hawk is alone, hiding from the world, living in a tiny, rickety cabin his grandfather built. He has few supplies and fewer yet needed skills to survive on his own but because of what he did, because of what his father caused him to do… well, there’s just no other choice.


But then one day “Spirit” shows up. A large lone wolf who begins to “take care of” Hawk. He brings him game, he protects him from predators, and he even pulls him from a raging river. And Hawk has begun to talk to Spirit as if he is human and can understand.

Except Spirit isn’t human.

Yes, Spirit has filled a void in Hawk’s life, and he is very grateful, but he is a wolf and Hawk needs the company of a human. In fact, Hawk is desperately lonely, to the point he even tells Spirit he longs for the touch of a man, the first time he has ever said such a wicked thing out loud.

Then one full-moon night there is a large, beautiful naked man at the cabin door claiming he is Spirit. At first Hawk is terrified but then he realizes the stranger has Spirit’s amazing golden eyes... 


Chapter One

He was a lone wolf. After those first few times seeing him, Hawk figured he had to be. The animal certainly was big enough to survive alone. Obviously strong, stealth. Even though those eyes were beautiful, eerily golden, they seemed defiant, alpha-like. His thick coat was very dark, even black, but still Hawk called him Spirit. The name came from how fast the wolf could move because he would suddenly be there, standing and silently watching. And then, just as suddenly, be gone.
Spirit had been hanging around the cabin for a number of weeks now. He wouldn’t come close but Hawk did not mistake that for being timid. He didn’t even think it was caution. Hawk knew the wolf was fully aware he could rip out Hawk’s throat long before he even aimed his gun, much less squeezed the trigger. So, no, it wasn’t any form of fear on the wolf’s part.
Hawk actually had the belief the wolf was trying hard not to scare him.
And, honestly, it truly had been tense that first time Hawk saw Spirit. Hawk had finally been able to bring down a small deer and had dragged it to the cabin where he gutted and cleaned it. There was still snow on the ground and it had been Hawk’s first real kill out there all by himself and he had not been careful. Young and fucking stupid, his father would say. Not that he really cared anymore for what that ass hole had ever thought. Still, the blood trail he left could have been followed by a blind man.
Spirit really had been fierce that day, baring his particularly sharp canines, growling and howling, doing a little dance all around the perimeter as if he would attack at any moment. Except he stuck to the edge of the woods, never coming all the way into the small clearing where the cabin and Hawk were. As nervous as Hawk had been that he had unwelcome company, he eventually went about his business of butchering the deer. If Hawk was going to die then he would die. But if the wolf let him live he was going to need the meat. He offered the entrails to the wolf, not that he looked hungry in the least. He just figured if he shared the bounty he might end the day alive.
And he did.
Hawk wasn’t sure if the wolf ate the offering or not, he never saw him do it, but the mess was gone the next morning.
When Spirit showed up a few days later, Hawk once again offered him raw meat. This time Hawk watched as the wolf sniffed at it, picked it up, seemed to nod in Hawk’s direction, then it loped off into the deep woods.
Huh, Hawk remembered thinking. I just might have made a friend.
For the next several days the wolf continued to visit but stayed to the edge of the woods. He seemed to be watching Hawk’s every move as he chopped wood for the fireplace, did minor repairs on the cabin and attempted to hunt small game.
Spirit even followed when Hawk checked his traps. Unfortunately, Hawk really had no idea how to be a trapper. His old man had the traps hanging in the barn so Hawk had taken them. The small amount of money he was able to find wouldn’t last long so trapping and being able to offer animal hides for trade, would be his only means of support.
Day after day, the wolf would come and sit at the edge of the forest to the point Hawk looked for him each morning. He would nod in acknowledgement, and the wolf seemed to do the same. Most of the time Hawk would go about his chores of surviving another day in the wilderness but sometimes he would just stand and stare at the wolf. He was simply gorgeous and something amazing to look at. Hawk was even finding himself wanting to get closer. What did his fur feel like? Would those shoulders really come to Hawk’s waist? But each time Hawk would try, Spirit would disappear.
After they were well into the third week of the wolf being an off and on again companion, and after yet another disappointing string of empty traps, Hawk stopped and regarded the wolf. He, too, had stopped and was standing about ten feet away, the closest he had ever come.
It was probably just a symptom of his isolation, or maybe he really was as crazy as his old man had kept telling him, but Hawk began to talk to the wolf as if he could understand.
“Well, Spirit, another tripped and empty trap but not any blood as if it were set off on purpose. It’s almost as if the animals know what this is and how it works. Do you think something like that is possible?”
The wolf only turned to him, cocked his head to the side and sat.
“I’ll take that as a no.” Hawk chuckled. “I have to tell you, though. This is mighty suspicious. I haven’t gotten anything in my traps. They’ve been like this since I came up here which is a little problematic because that deer I took won’t last forever.”
Spirit chuffed as if in agreeance.
“I’ve certainly seen plenty of fox. Maybe you have, too? That tells me there’s game. Hell, these tracks tell me that.” Hawk sighed. “However, I won’t fill my belly by continuing to stare at bare traps.” Hawk shook his head. “But I might just as well pretend they’ll yield something in the future and reset them.”
Which Hawk did. He walked from trap to trap and reset them, being careful to wipe away his scent on each one, even though he wore thick gloves, explaining every detail to the wolf. When he arrived back to his cabin he turned to see that Spirit had once again stopped at the entrance to the forest.
“Come on. There’s still meat. I’ll share.” Hawk wondered if he stood his ground this time, if he could somehow get next to the wolf. Something in him strongly yearned to simply touch him, gaze closer into those golden eyes, feel his breath on his face.
Spirit took a step, glanced around quickly before taking a few more. He gazed up at Hawk as he very slowly padded toward him. Hawk’s heart was beating hard. He wasn’t sure what the wolf had in mind. Probably not the same thing Hawk did although he didn’t think the animal meant him harm. He also didn’t appear hungry. But, a free meal was a free meal.
Except the wolf stopped and sat about halfway. After a few moments, Hawk smiled. It was clear Spirit wrote his own rules and Hawk’s desire to be nearer to the large animal was not going to be granted this time. If ever. When it was apparent Spirit was not going to give him another inch, Hawk turned, walked over to the large tin lock box near the front door, undid the lock, reached inside and pulled out another venison slab covered in cloth. He unwrapped it and walked slowly toward the wolf, holding the meat out in front of him.
“Like I said, Spirit. This deer was small to begin with and I had to go pretty far into the woods to get it. I’m just lost as to why, even though there seems to be game, I can’t find it in this part of the forest.”
He stopped ten feet from Spirit, keeping his eye on the beautiful animal, then laid the chunk of meat down on the melting snow.
“But no matter. I’ll still share.”
Amazingly, the wolf seemed to chuckle, shaking his head. Hawk couldn’t help but believe Spirit just might have been amazed Hawk had once again given him meat.
Or fucking stupid.
But Spirit still walked up to the offering after Hawk stepped back and sniffed the piece of venison. He had glanced up at Hawk with what Hawk thought looked an awful lot like gratitude. Then he picked up the chunk and trotted back into the woods.
Hawk had been disappointed he hadn’t gotten closer but wondered if indeed the wolf actually understood that Hawk was sharing not from bounty but from poverty. 
That thought truly hit home when the next morning there had been two fat rabbits lying dead on his doorstep. Hawk had quickly scanned the forest’s edge to find the wolf. Sure enough, Spirit had been there watching him. With what he knew had to be shock on his face, Hawk pointed at the rabbits, trying to ask the wolf if he had provided them. The wolf seemed to nod. Then he turned and once again disappeared leaving Hawk to contemplate the fact that the damn wolf looked like he had actually smiled at him.
Hawk nodded then, too, picking up the unexpected welcome gift. “Thank you,” he called out, hoping the wolf was still within ear shot. Not that he thought Spirit would totally understand him but he was getting the impression the wolf comprehended a whole lot more than really should have been possible.
And it made him happy. It meant he was no longer alone.

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Great review on REDZ WORLD for GHOST WOLF

GHOST WOLF received the highest it could get from 

REDZ WORLD

The Stardust Recommended Read!


Read it HERE