The first time two people make love is almost always special. Hopefully it’s special in a good way. Tan and Sinna’s first time is a culmination of waiting and desire and longing and some game playing – in the very best way. And in today’s blog, which picks up where last week’s left off, our hero and heroine finally sleep together! Yay! Continue reading “I give in, darling. Why was I resisting again?”
I love a forthright man. There’s something terribly sexy about a man who lays his cards on the table: Here it is, love it or leave it, honey. But pretty please love it! Le sigh. It’s like, ok, daddy. I will, I do! I suspect that’s why my dating life is strictly fictional LOL. In … Continue reading A Taste of Life Dating a K-pop Idol? A Hassle, Yes. Enough? Not On Your Music Loving Life
I need discipline. I’m working on it though. Anyway, here’s another unedited snippet that picks up where my last blog leaves off. Let me know what you think! I’m still on track to publish this book this month. Thanks for waiting! And shout out to people like “Little Fears” who consistently like my stuff. I appreciate you.
Foresight was common among his caste of demons, especially when it came time to secure one’s mate. Some had more, others just enough to provide better than average intuition on which direction to go in life. Now his was telling him to get on a plane. That on the other end of a large stretch of blue water he’d find the female haunting his mind and gently tormenting his body.
Having run and tramped and frolicked for hours with his brothers, he should have slept soundly. But that night he woke the house crying out. He wasn’t that loud, but Garhine demons have extra keen hearing. His brothers rushed into his room, his mum and dad on their heels, all of them concerned. Continue reading “Fans, family, all are loved. All can get f*!ked if they stand between a demon and his mate.”
I lied. I said this would publish in December. It’s January. I’m a bum, okay? But gimme a few more weeks, and I’ll rock your world! Or, I’ll try. LOL. Anyway, here’s another unedited snippet that picks up where my last blog leaves off. Let me know what you think!
“Feels good,” said Mitch quietly, and Miles shivered, the deeper timber of his brother’s demonic voice sending a current of happiness down his spine. In his right skin sensory pleasure was much easier to find. “I haven’t changed in over a week.”
“Fancy a run later tonight?”
“Hell yeah. We’ll get Marshall in on it. He’ll be glad of a good break.”
They ran for miles that night. Then, quickly scouting the tallest tree in the forest, they climbed to drape themselves over its upper limbs. Continue reading “His mate was no dream girl. She was real.”
Here’s another unedited snippet from my next paranormal romance How to Love a Pink Demon. It picks up where we left off last week. Let me know what you think!
“You’ll have to go alone,” said Brady.
Miles looked at him like he was crazy. “So the hell what? I’m not a toddler in need of an escort, am I?”
His handlers just rolled their eyes.
He left Sydney the next day to visit his family before his American exile began. He didn’t really think that, of course. He actually wanted to make the trip. At first he was against it, but shortly after it was decided a nameless excitement took root in his gut. It promised something special once he landed on foreign soil. Continue reading “Sometimes, a demon just needs to be free”
Here’s another unedited snippet from my next paranormal romance “How to Love a Pink Demon.” It picks up from last week. Let me know what you think!
“Have you developed a drug problem, then?”
Miles looked at him like, really? He’d never even been drunk.
“Well, what it is then?”
I think I’m waiting for someone. Someone I need. Someone very meaningful.“Wish I knew, old boy,” he winked at his agent.
Rich, who was quite intuitive despite his brash, take no prisoners demeanor, knew enough to let things lie – about that. “So, this underwear deal involves a bit of travel.”
Miles just rolled his eyes. Continue reading “Warning: Demons Without Mates Are Easily Agitated…”
I adore rags to riches romance. You know, poor girl meets rich guy, and after some shenanigans, misunderstandings, hot sex and a few puppy dog tails thrown in for good measure, wa la! HEA.
There’s just something so appealing about a rich and powerful man who wants to spend all his lovely cash on some hard up but worthy heroine. Destitute aristocrat meets tech zillionaire, former high school princess fallen on hard times meets boy next door made good, any variation therein, and I’m sold.
My latest book is that kind of romance. Only heroine Sophie was once rich herself. She became poor quite by accident. How I ain’t gonna tell ya. Ya got to read it if you wanna know the deets. But I do have this here snippet to whet your appetite.
The Siege of Sophie is out now.
She’d sent a zillion emails looking for freelance jobs this morning, applied to every job she was even sort of qualified for and reminded all of her agency contacts that she was available for temp work. Apparently so was everyone else.
She should open the mail. But why rush? Those bitchy white envelopes with their slim plastic windows held bills not checks. Bills she couldn’t afford to pay. Continue reading “She was poor, tired and sad. Then a rich jerk waltzed in and ate her damn breakfast. Worst day ever.”