Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Tasty Tuesday - Hot New Military Romance Release

Look at what I just bought

Hot Alpha SEALs Mega-set  

All of the material is BRAND-NEW!

 Here's the blurb and excerpt from Unbreakable SEAL!

Maxwell Tate fights against a psychotic dream world, his sense of reality warped until he no longer knows what’s real and what’s not. Lacey Adams knows she can’t save all of her cases, but Max appeals to her more than any other. Can she salvage the Unbreakable SEAL?

Knowing from experience that if she reached out to touch him she risked her life, she stopped a few feet away. “Sir, I need you to look at me. Whatever it is you think is attacking you isn’t there. I promise you. Can you look at me?”
It only took a moment for him to look at her, but it seemed ever so much longer as she watched him strike himself over and over again. Obviously he felt it was the only way to rid himself of whatever he thought was after him. She continued to speak to him in the calm voice she’d used on many frantic patients until his movements began to slow.
“Hey, buddy, I know you can fight it off. Can you look at me?”
His dark head lifted and fierce, brilliant, yellow-gold eyes latched onto hers. Lacey felt like she’d just landed on a lunch order. She smiled at him as reassuringly as she could, then dared to step forward. She reached out a hand but he jerked away.
“No,” he snapped, deep voice taut with strain. “They’ll get you.”
Lacey pressed forward, hand outstretched. “There’s nothing there, I promise you.”
She rested her hand on his quivering arm and ran it down his skin to clasp his broad wrist. His frantic gaze followed her movement, then he turned to her and looked her arm up and down. Blinking, he shook his head, then held his own arms out in front of himself. When he lifted his eyes to her, she knew the hallucination was gone.
She tried to put all the reassurance she could into the smile she directed at his dazed expression.
“What did you see?” she asked.
“Spiders,” he gritted out. “Stabbing at my skin as they crawled up my body.”
Holding his arms out again, he skimmed his palms down their length, as if brushing away the experience.
Lacey realized as she stood there that his eyes still seemed a little dazed. Was that normal?
She held out her hand. “Lacey Adams.”
The man straightened and clasped her hand. “Maxwell Tate. Thank you.”
Lacey gasped as he tugged her into his hard arms, then allowed herself to be bear hugged. She expected to be released quickly, but instead he held on, as if he needed the contact. The man smelled incredibly good, as if he’d just rolled in laundry softener. Relaxing, she allowed him to take what comfort he needed from her. She’d actually been hugged many times like this, as if she were the last lifeline in the world. She looped her arms around his waist and rubbed his back. He would let her go when he was able.
When she felt his nose nuzzle into her loose hair, sudden shivers danced down her spine and the tenor of the hold changed. She became aware of how solid his arms felt around her. Muscular pecs rested just above her breasts and he was curled over her to accommodate his size. Heavy thighs pressed directly against hers.
When he eased back, she thought he was releasing her, but instead he shifted his strong hands to cup her jaw. Before she could breathe out a question or protest, his head lowered and his mouth settled against hers.
Lacey’s normally level-headed brain short circuited as his soft, full lips began to move over hers. The stubbly hair around his mouth tickled, but arousal surged through her body and she opened her mouth when his tongue glided over the seal of her lips. Damn. It had been an embarrassingly long time since she’d been kissed like this. Against her better judgment, she leaned into him, tilting her head.
The man groaned at her compliance and one of his arms wrapped around her arched back, clutching her tight. He shifted forward until their hips were more tightly aligned and she could feel exactly how much he was enjoying their kiss.
Then he jerked away.
Lacey blinked, shocked at the sudden loss. Her heart was thudding with anticipation, then suddenly bereft. She looked up and the guy was looking at her as if he didn’t know who she was. Well, he didn’t, actually, but he’d instigated the kiss. Why was he looking at her as if she’d been the one to grab him?
He frowned down at her for several long seconds before his eyes cleared. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”
Surprise had her mouth falling open inelegantly. She cleared her throat. “Uh, no, not really.” But as she looked at him, that sense of familiarity nagged at her again. “I’m an RN with Dr. Petrovic’s office. Maybe I’ve seen you there?”
The man squinted. “Can’t remember right this second.”
Lacey eased back, straightening her purple t-shirt. “I thought you might need some help.”
His eyes hardened and a shift settled over his body. Though he didn’t move, tension saturated the air. “I’m fine now.” His cold gaze drifted over her lips, then skimmed down her body. “Thank you for the help.”
Lacey Adams seldom was at a loss for words, but as she watched the scrumptious man walk away, it was all she could do not to breathe fire. Of all the rude insinuations she’d ever been slammed with, that had to top the list as the most reprehensible. And she had a huge list. Hell, she’d worked at Walter Reed for years, caring for some of the most wounded warriors to come home. Some of the things she’d seen and heard would peel the paint off a car. She’d had one guy whose answer to everything was ‘fuck you’, but she’d even gotten along with him eventually. Still talked to him occasionally. And she’d done it because she’d genuinely loved doing her job. In spite of the hurtful things the men said, for the most part they needed the help and care.
And that’s what she needed to remember. He didn’t seem to know what he was doing. If he were in his right mind, he never would have said something so hurtful. She hoped, anyway.

I got mine!

Friday, July 18, 2014

Happy Release Day to Me!

It's finally here! I know you've been waiting for it. 
Sorry I took a year to write it, but at the time Crow Magic released I didn't realize a series would be born. And then an eagle visited me....

 Legend of the Spirit Series

I hope you enjoy Dyami and his story.

Dyami Schafer, a Native American from the Chippewa tribe, leads a lonely life due to his large size and unusual appearance. When his nesting instinct sets in, he turns to Madame Eve and 1Night Stand to help him find his spirit mate. Or at least a woman who accepts him as an eagle shifter.

Amanda Collins never stopped loving the Chippewa boy she knew from her childhood. Maybe a night with a Native American man will help her forget the past and let her move on with her life.

Sometimes, it’s necessary to take a step into the past before dancing into the future. With the help of Madame Eve, will the Spirit of the Eagle carry Dyami and Amanda?

She brushed the gray tips and white strands of hair that gave him such untamed nobility. With a finger, she traced his face from his temple to his jaw, across his lips, then scraping her nails along the fine hair under his chin. A man of his enormous size would be capable of great strength, and a gal could easily lose herself in his arms for more than one night. His gaze intensified under her scrutiny.
“What do you see when you look at me?” he asked and lowered his eyes. Sinfully long lashes brushed his cheeks.
She considered him to be the most gorgeous man alive. His eyes mesmerized her. Some would consider the unusual color to be eerie, but she saw a whirlwind of emotions, from pain to hope, drawing her into his soul. Did his unusual appearance cause issues and uncertainty in his life? Despite his intimidating frame, he exhibited control and gentle qualities in the tender way he’d held her when they danced and the way he’d admitted his soft spot for animals. In arms like his, a woman could find paradise in many ways.
She cupped his face and forced him to meet her gaze. “I see a handsome, mystical warrior from another world.”
“Handsome, huh? I think you need your vision checked. I am nothing more than a simple Chippewa from Michigan.” His mouth was inches from hers. “However, I can be magical and take you wherever you want to go.”
“Then dance with me,” she whispered.

Crow Magic - 1st book in the Spirit of the Legend series is on sale for 99cents. 

 Eagle Dance on Amazon

Wednesday, July 16, 2014


I thought I'd post the visual inspiration for the characters in Eagle Dance.
This pic of Jay Tavare started the entire story.
MMA Fighter, Ben Henderson let me use his back for inspiration.
Dyami's golden eyes

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Tuesday Teaser - Eagle Dance

Dyami Schafer, a Native American from the Chippewa tribe in Michigan leads a lonely life due to his large size and unusual appearance. When his nesting instinct sets in, he turns to Madame Eve and 1 Night Stand to help him find his spirit mate or at least a woman who enjoys dancing and accepts him as an eagle shifter.

Amanda Collins never recovered from unrequited love and memories of a Chippewa boy. She believes a simple night with a Native American man will make her forget the past so she can move on with her life.

Madame Eve partners them for a 1 Night Stand in the magical Rose Cabin at the Poconos Mountain Resort. During a blizzard they learn one must step into the past before dancing into the future. Will the Spirit of the Eagle carry them?

Here is the first page:
Chapter One

Frilly snowflakes fell, decorating the sleeve of his Carhartt jacket. A pair of the crystals landed on the hard material, molded together to form a larger, even more beautiful design.
No two flakes are the same, yet they manage to find a mate. Is my design too different, that I’ll never find my match? Dyami sighed, his breath releasing in a puff of white and releasing the negative vibes teasing the edge of his mind. He straightened and stretched stiff back muscles. Everything in nature happens for a reason.
Over a few beers several months earlier, he’d celebrated his own pity party with a friend. He’d vented his frustration of women staring at him with fear or disgust and had reached his limit of tolerating loneliness. His large size and dark, Native American features often intimidated strangers. Women of his tribe whispered of his peculiar eyes and often walked away, repulsed.
Unfortunately, his nesting instinct had also recently kicked in. He wanted a good woman who would accept and love him for the rest of his life. His drinking buddy had mentioned an elite dating service, 1Night Stand, that set up blind dates that often led to a love match. Dyami’s spirit nurtured the seed of hope at the recommendation and persuaded him to fill out the paperwork for a date.
Then, a week earlier, he’d stood on his porch, drinking his morning coffee, when a hawk flew overhead. His people considered hawks to be messengers, and he’d wondered about the significance of the creature’s visit. With an impatient heart, he went inside, checked his email, and discovered a message from Madame Evangeline, the owner of 1Night Stand.
Following a day of work, he’d driven almost seven hundred miles in poor weather to meet his date. He’d planned to arrive at his destination with vim and vigor, not exhausted. Eventually, he’d given in to his fatigue and spent the night in a cheap hotel along Interstate 80.
Now, standing and waiting for his date, he watched a plow rumble on the road and the world grow white and admired the serene landscape. Giant evergreen boughs were laden with heavy snow, much like the mental weight he carried. The trunks stood strong, bearing the spirits of the earth. Crisp air filled his lungs. Around his neck hung a pendant with a small eagle mounted on an arrowhead representing his lineage. Clasping it, he closed his eyes. The rough edges dug into his palm, yet gave him comfort. Some of the legends of his culture were true; such as those telling of people born with a totem animal or a spirit guide. His ancestors had been blessed by the Great Spirit. In every generation, one man be born not only with a spirit animal residing within his soul, but also the gift of shifting from man to that of his spirit animal.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Monday Mojo - Cover Reveal & Count Down


Eagle Dance will be released this Friday.

I'd like to take a moment to publicly acknowledge Ben Henderson and his awesome manager, Julius Henderson of Smooth Entertainment for their help with the book cover. The hero's tattoo was based on the beautiful wings tattooed on Ben's back. With Julius' help,  Ben allowed us to use his image to be used on the cover. (Ben is a mixed martial arts fighter.)

The real Ben Henderson and his gorgeous wings.

How about that for your dose of Monday Mojo!