So if you follow me on Facebook, you know in the last year I became quite obsessed with Sons of Anarchy. After watching and rewatching the show, an idea started to percolate in my head. For awhile, I tried to ignore it. I mean, I had enough to focus on writing wise. But the idea wouldn't leave me alone. Finally, I decided to embrace and indulge it, and I came up with a blurb. As more and more scenes came to me, I decided, oh what the hell. I like to stretch with my writing--go places I haven't been before and write characters I would never dream of.

That is where Vicious Cycle came from. I'm hoping to have it out late Spring/early summer.

Here's the cover and blurb




































David aka ‘Deacon’ Malloy has devoted his adult life to the Hell’s Raiders motorcycle club. Plucked off the streets as a teenager for his fighting ability, he willing embraces the violent life-style of his new family. After his adoptive father’s murder during the last club war, he slid into the vacated role of Sergeant at Arms. His world is thrown for a loop when a former club whore dies, and the five year old daughter he had no idea he had fathered is deposited on the club steps.

Alexandra Evans followed in her parents’ footsteps by going into education. As a Kindergarten teacher, she loves helping her young students learn to read and write. At the start of the school year, one little girl stands out to her above all the rest. With an aura of sadness about her, Willow Malloy is someone who needs all the tender loving care Alexandra can give. When she suddenly stops coming to school, Alexandra goes in search of her. What she finds is a clubhouse full of bikers, and a father hell bent on keeping his daughter always within his sight during a turf war.

The moment Deacon lays eyes on Alexandra he knows he has to have her. He doesn’t give two shits about the fact she’s a naïve civilian or that she has no desire to become another one of his conquests. He’s never found a woman he couldn’t have, and he wants nothing more to persuade Alexandra into changing her mind.

Will Deacon seduce Alexandra into his dark world, or will she help him embrace a brighter future for himself and his daughter?

Well, we're twenty days into the new year, and I realized I hadn't really updated what was coming this year from me. Most of you are anxiously awaiting The Pairing, and you're hoping for Strings of the Heart as well. But I have a few new books that I'll be putting out this year that I'm really excited about. I have an official cover reveal for Vicious Cycle coming later in the week. And I may have some news on a Brayden and Lily novella.

First up to feature today is Drop Dead Sexy. It's a blurb that's been out awhile, but I'm excited to reveal the cover for the first time today!!!




Pretty sexy, huh? I had the extreme pleasure, heh, heh, of meeting the model, Colby Lefebvre, at the Rockin' The Holidays Indie Bash in Anaheim. Here we are...



And here's the blurb!
Be sure to add it to your Goodreads! https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17236244-drop-dead-sexy


For Olivia Sullivan, love is more a four letter curse word than a sentiment. Growing up as the daughter of a small town mortician, guys didn’t warm to the fact there were dead people in her house. At thirty, taking over the family business and becoming the town Coroner helped to cement her undateable status. Of course her past sex history didn’t help matters either.

Attempt number one with her first love ended barely before it got started with a horrific latex allergy hospitalization. Attempt number two had him coming and then going with an undiagnosed heart condition. For the past three years, Olivia has closed up shop for fear of what might happen next in the bedroom.

After being forced to go single to her mother’s lingerie shower, Olivia stumbles into an out of town bar with one intention: find an able bodied stud to go home with to end her losing sex streak. Enter Holden Caulfield Mains aka Catcher, who earned his nickname not just from the book he was named for, but for the fact he was sure to catch the attention any woman who came within a five mile radius. Waking up after a night of the most mind blowing sex she could have ever imagined, a horrified Olivia runs away thinking she’s left Catcher behind.

When Olivia’s small town is wracked by its first murder, she never could have imagined her one night stand would reappear in the form of the GBI’s lead investigator. To her mortification, Catcher isn’t ready to let go of their sizzling chemistry, and he doesn’t understand the meaning of no. As things start to heat up between them, the body count starts to rise, and they’re led on a wild goose chase from back woods mountain Nudist Colonies to altercations with the Dixie Mafia. Can Olivia and Catcher survive to solve the murder while also not succumbing to their explosive passion?

So originally I planned to release The Pairing last winter. Yeah, I suck epically. But what really happened is before I could sit down and start writing Pesh and Megan's story, this hot rocker and his crew invaded my mind. Well, actually, they'd invaded my mind back in November 2012. I had 11K words on Music of the Heart when The Proposal came out. I had every good intention of doing The Pairing when I finished Music of the Heart, and then there was Mr. AJ Resendiz to contend with...you can imagine how easy he is to persuade you to abandon a story to write his own.

But now it is time for Pesh to finally get his happily ever after. Whether you loved him, hated him, or wanted him to sleep with the fishes in the Proposal, he's falling in love for real with Aidan's niece, Megan. We didn't actually get to meet her in The Proposition--we just met her adorable son, Mason, when Emma was taking care of him and Aidan came home unexpectedly. You do get to spend time with her in The Party, the free novella of how Aidan and Emma met.



So here is the blurb for the book:

After her former boyfriend left her pregnant and alone, Megan McKenzie swore off men. She spent the last eighteen months focused solely on her son, Mason, along with finishing nursing school at the top of her class. Although she’s not ready to complicate her life with a long-term relationship, a nice no-strings attached hook-up is just what she needs. At her godson, Noah’s, baptism, she finds the perfect candidate in the soft-spoken godfather, Pesh Nadeen. After all, the widower could use a good time too. But after drinking too much, the night doesn’t end the way she thought it would. Forced to leave Pesh’s house through a walk of shame, Megan hopes to never, ever see him again. 

For Pesh Nadeen, the very sight of Megan sends him into an emotional tailspin. Since she reminds him too much of what he has lost, he wants to be out of her sight…at first. But the more he gets to know her, there's something about the diminutive blonde that causes his protective side to go into overdrive, and he finds himself wanting more. When Megan is assigned to him to complete her nursing clinicals, he sees it as fate, but she’s having no part of it. She only wants a physical relationship while he wants far more. 

What happens next is a sexy game of cat and mouse to see who will break first or if both of them will eventually get more than they ever bargained for. 


“So will you have dinner with me?” Pesh leaned forward expectantly as Megan opened her 

mouth. They were interrupted by the sound of Emma’s voice. “Oh thank God. I’m so glad you 

two are on shift today.”
Her anxious tone was the only thing that could have torn Pesh’s attention away from Megan. He 

glanced from Emma to Aidan, who was grimacing and rubbing his head. “What happened?”


Emma replied, “He fell and hit his head,” at the same time Aidan grunted, “Nothing.”


Megan stepped forward and went over to Aidan. She gasped as she surveyed him. “Ankle, 

your pupils are huge!”


Pesh took his penlight out of his coat pocket and went to Aidan. As he flashed the light into 

Aidan’s eyes, he grimaced. “Yeah, they are. What exactly happened?” He made sure to direct 

his question to Emma since she appeared to be the only one telling the truth. 


“We were at my OB’s for our first ultrasound.”


Pesh’s eyes widened. “Ultrasound…you’re pregnant?”


“Again?” Megan questioned by his side. 


The concern for Aidan on Emma’s faced washed away and was replaced with a beaming 

smile. “Yes, I’m eight weeks.”
“Why didn’t you say something at dinner Sunday?” Megan asked. 


“Well, I only found out two weeks ago, and we wanted to wait to tell everyone until we had the 

first ultrasound.”


Megan’s blonde brows furrowed. “So what does the ultrasound have to do with Ankle hitting his 

head?”


Emma pursed her lips and cut her gaze over to Aidan. “Would you like to tell them?” When he 

shook his head and then winced, Emma sighed. “When they hooked me up to the fetal monitor, 

they thought they heard two heartbeats. At the word ‘twins’, Aidan passed out and hit his head 

on the counter and then the floor.”


While Pesh quickly turned a laugh into a cough, Megan wasn’t so thoughtful. She burst out 

laughing. “You seriously passed out during the ultrasound?” 


Aidan scowled at her. “In my defense, it wasn’t quite the ultrasound yet.” At Megan’s continued 

laughter, he shrugged. “It was pretty mind-blowing news.”
“Oh Ankle, honestly.” 


Aidan turned to Pesh. “So am I going to stand around all day getting shit, or are you going to 

examine me?”


Pesh nodded. “Of course. Your pupils are definitely a matter of concern.” 


Glancing at Emma, Aidan said, “Just wait for me here.”

“Okay.”


Pesh motioned for Aidan to go into the first examining room. As soon as the door closed 

behind him, Aidan lunged for him, grabbing the lapels of his white coat. “I need a vasectomy. 

Today.”


Pesh fought the urge to laugh at the absurdity of the situation as well as Aidan’s desperation. 

“Okay, let’s get you to sit down. You’ve obviously been through a lot of trauma in the last hour.”


Aidan plopped onto the examining table. He buried his head in his hands and groaned. “What 

a fucking nightmare of a day.”

“Does your head hurt?” Pesh asked. 

“A little.” 

“Any nausea.”


“Maybe.”


Pesh furrowed his brows. “What do you mean maybe?” 



Aidan raised his head. “If you’re asking if I’m nauseated now, the answer would be no. I’m not. 

But on the other hand, if you’re asking if I get nauseous thinking about the fact that Emma could 

have been pregnant with twins, and I would have had three kids under two and in diapers…” 

Aidan shuddered. “Then yeah, I get really fucking nauseous, and the room starts to spin a little.”