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What I’ve Been Up To…

2 Oct

It was a ridiculously busy summer here. The fall hasn’t shown any indication of slowing down. So a quick rundown of what I’ve been up to…

 

I’ve started a new paranormal menage (and more!) series at Siren. The town of Refuge, Texas is an enclave of supernatural folk. You know, witches, werewolves, cat and bear shifters, vampires, fairies and more. I’m halfway through Book #2 (Erin’s book) and almost finished outlining #3. This is a series and a world I’m so excited about and love writing!

 

I published the first three books in my Holiday Menage series. Two drop-dead sexy Alpha males, one sweet but curious jewelry designer and seven holidays of deliciously naughty fun? What’s not to love?!

We had a great garden this summer. It was a fabulous teaching experience for our kiddo, too. We harvested right around 25 pounds of roma tomatoes, a few pints of cherry tomatoes, two beefsteak tomatoes (my under-producing plants this year,) two dozen zucchini, almost two dozen yellow squash, two cantaloupes, green onions, arugula, and more.

We finished up the fall planting a week ago and already have dozens of sprouting plants. This is a pic of one garden bed. (We have three raised beds at the moment with more planned.) We’re growing kale, broccoli, cauliflower, sweet yellow onions, radishes, arugula, carrots, spinach, two lettuce mixes and various flowers that Nyx chose.

 

I’m a huge fan of canning! I’ve been doing it for a few years but recently started preserving food hardcore. So far this year I’ve canned blueberry preserves, blackberry and blueberry jam, cherries, peach vanilla jam, pear butter, tomatoes, salsa and more. I’ll probably do applesauce and apple butter as soon as I get a good price on apples. (Did I mention I’m a frugal fiend?!)

 

 

Our little monkey turned 3 in September! What a wild, crazy three years it’s been! Kiddo was born with multiple severe heart defects. In the last three years, she’s had two heart surgeries, oral surgery and a hernia repair. We spent more time in hospitals and doctor’s offices than I ever care to remember.

But it was so worth it! Nyx is the sweetest, funniest kid and Dave and I can’t imagine a day without her. And, yes, she’s doing extremely well. She saw her cardiologist yesterday and got a clean bill of health. Her heart function is great and her pulmonary stenosis hasn’t increased. She gets a whole twelve month reprieve from having to visit his office!

So. That’s what I’ve been up to the last few months. I hope to have some good news regarding a new scifi/capture fantasy series very soon. Stay tuned!

 

 

Three-Day Weekend (MMFMM Werewolves) Releases Today!

10 Sep

Three-Day Weekend, the first book in my Refuge, Texas paranormal menage (and more!) romance series is available today! This novel introduces us to the town of Refuge, a protected enclave of supernatural citizens, through the eyes of Shelby, a Do-It-Yourself blogger from Houston. She’s looking for some R&R but finds love with the hunky men of the Blackhorse wolf pack:  Con, Ty, Chuck and Alex.

 
Blurb:

All Shelby Mosley wants is a long weekend of R & R. Finding a wounded wolf smack-dab in the highway and taking shelter with his three owners in their secluded cabin isn’t part of the plan.

But something isn’t quite right with these Blackhorse men. What the heck is up with all the wolf décor? And where do they get off smelling so deliciously good? That ought to be criminal!

Shelby spends a wicked, wild night with the three men. But the cold light of morning brings a startling discovery. Alex isn’t a wolf anymore. He’s an injured man who wants to claim her. Con, Ty, and Chuck are also werewolves who believe she is their mate!

When she learns Alex’s injury was a first strike in a looming war against a new breed of grotesque creatures, Shelby is faced with a choice. She can flee the danger or she can stand with her men and face the coming nightmare.

*The men of the Blackhorse pack share the same last name (wolf pack name) but are NOT siblings.*

 

 

Exclusive Excerpt:

Just the four of us. The words echoed round and round in her head. Three men and her. In bed. Doing things. What had happened to the boring, somewhat frigid young woman who had left Houston for a few days to clear her head? Who the heck was this sexpot now inhabiting her body? Where the hell had she been hiding all these years?

Ty stepped forward and began pulling the pillows from the bed and tossing them into a corner. Chuck grasped the patchwork quilt and top sheet and dragged them down to the foot of the bed. Con carefully placed her in the center of the prepared space and took away the towel scrunched around her waist.

Naked and nervous, Shelby sat up and hugged her knees to her chest, shielding her breasts and bare sex from their piercing gazes. Standing around the bed, the men began to undress. She gulped as inch after sinfully sexy inch of tanned flesh was revealed to her. She’d never seen so much muscle. Her fingers just itched to reach and touch all that smooth, brown skin.

Her gaze moved even lower, trailing down those yummy chests to those throbbing cocks. They were long and thick and already shiny with pre-cum. Oh, my! She swallowed hard as she wondered how in the world she was ever going to make those fit.

Ty climbed into bed and sidled up close to her left side. Chuck snuggled up to her right. Con knelt at her feet and rubbed her calves. “Lean back, sweetheart.”

Unable to deny Con anything, Shelby let Ty guide her back to the mattress. Con continued to stroke her legs, easing her into the idea of sharing a tryst with three men. Ty kissed her first, his soft lips dancing across hers for a few wicked moments. Chuck’s lips took over the second Ty’s left. He didn’t waste any time making love to her mouth. His tongue darted between her lips and swirled around hers. He tasted of cinnamon and peaches from the cobbler and ice cream they’d eaten earlier. It was a heady mix of man and sweetness that left her hungry for more.

As Chuck kissed her senseless, Ty caressed her breasts and belly. She’d always been a bit self-conscious about her barely B-cup breasts. For a while, she’d even gone so far as to buy those weird silicone chicken-cutlet-looking things to stuff her bras, but the humidity and heat of one East Texas summer put an end to that experiment. Eventually, she’d learned to just deal with her shape. She’d endeavored to become comfortable in her own skin.

But, surrounded by all these magnificent specimens of the male form, those old insecurities came rushing back to her. With an apologetic and embarrassed smile, she tried to cover her small breasts. “I’m sorry they’re not very sexy.”

“What?” Ty frowned with confusion. Then, as if understanding, he shook his head and slowly dragged her hands free from her bosom. “You’re beautiful, Shelby. I love your breasts.” He bent down and licked a leisurely circle around her nipple. His big hand palmed her flesh. “They’re perfect.”

“You’re perfect,” Con declared, his deep, rumbling voice driving the point home.

“Don’t worry about silly things like that, sugar,” Chuck said as he nipped at her collarbone. “Just focus on us. Let us make you feel good.”

“This is all about you,” Con explained. “Tonight, the three of us are here to make you happy. We’re not leaving this bed until you’ve passed out with sheer pleasure.”

“We want you screaming,” Ty murmured against her breast.

“We want you begging for more,” Chuck said, his teeth grazing her neck.

“Oh, god.” Shelby dropped her head back to the bed and closed her eyes.

 

 

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Three-Day Weekend (MMFMM Werewolves) on Pre-Order!

4 Sep

 

Three-Day Weekend, the first book in my new Refuge, Texas series, is available via pre-order on Bookstrand.

All Shelby Mosley wants is a long weekend of R & R. Finding a wounded wolf smack-dab in the highway and taking shelter with his three owners in their secluded cabin isn’t part of the plan.

But something isn’t quite right with these Blackhorse men. What the heck is up with all the wolf décor? And where do they get off smelling so deliciously good? That ought to be criminal!

Shelby spends a wicked, wild night with the three men. But the cold light of morning brings a startling discovery. Alex isn’t a wolf anymore. He’s an injured man who wants to claim her. Con, Ty, and Chuck are also werewolves who believe she is their mate!

When she learns Alex’s injury was a first strike in a looming war against a new breed of grotesque creatures, Shelby is faced with a choice. She can flee the danger or she can stand with her men and face the coming nightmare.

*The men in this book share a last name (wolf pack name) but they aren’t siblings.*

 

Story Excerpt

“Shelby.” Con looked conflicted. She watched as his fingers curled and uncurled, as his chest lifted and fell. He wanted to say something, but it was as if the words couldn’t work themselves beyond his lips. Her stomach knotted into a ball of anxiety. Whenever those words finally escaped, they were probably going to be some doozies.

“Hell!” Swearing loudly, he crossed the open floor between them with such speed it made her head spin. She gasped and tried to retreat, but her back knocked into the door. There was no escape.

“Don’t, sweetheart,” he pleaded, his gaze desperate. “Don’t fight me.” His big, rough hand cupped the back of her neck. His thumb rubbed tender circles on her skin. That smell, those overpowering notes of fresh-cut grass and summer, invaded her nose. The momentary prickle of fear fled. Gazing up into his honest, pleading eyes, she understood. His eyes displayed a scary emotion with which she was intimately familiar. Con wasn’t trying to hurt or force her into anything. He simply didn’t know how to ask for what he wanted without making himself vulnerable to rejection. This abrupt come-on was just a defensive reaction.

Shelby wasn’t sure why, but the overwhelming need to bow her head suddenly took hold. She glanced down and lowered her chin, twisting her face just enough to show Con the side of her neck. Above her, he growled. The unexpected noise shocked her. How the hell was a human making that kind of sound?

In the next instant, he tipped her chin and lowered his face. His eyes, once a warm chocolate, now glowed a mysterious shade of amber. That alone should have given her pause, but she discovered the mesmerizing color made her weak in the knees and desperate for his touch. Her eyelids drifted together as Con teased his lips across hers. Lust blossomed in her core.

Toes curling, she slid her hands up his big, strong arms and welcomed his searching tongue. He groaned hungrily as he captured her mouth. The little vibrations rippled down her throat and into her chest. She mewled like a kitten and clutched at him, wanting more of him. He deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping and dancing with hers until they were both panting and shaking.

As if electrified, she buzzed with arousal. This was such a new feeling. Oh, she’d been hot before when making out but nothing like this. Shelby was on fire and couldn’t breathe. Only the sensation of Con’s palms gliding across her skin assuaged the burn. “I need…I need…”

“I know.” Con pressed his lips to her forehead and crouched down to pick her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and cried out as his lips fell to her neck. He kissed and sucked and licked that sweet spot there until she hovered on the brink of coming. It was the most deliciously wild thing she’d ever experienced.

With his fingers tangled in her hair, Con tilted her head back even farther and nipped lightly at her neck. She rocked against his hard body. The towel had come loose and was bunched between their bodies. Con’s rough palm cupped her bare breast. He was so surprisingly gentle as he touched her. His thumb stroked her stiff nipple. She responded so easily to his skillful hands. Already, she was so wet and hot.

“Come to bed with us, Shelby.” Con’s lips were against her ear now. He pressed a tender kiss to her temple. “We need you, Shelby. We’ve been waiting so long for you.”

We? She pulled back quickly and knocked her head against the door. Con winced and rubbed the sore spot she’d just created. “Are you all right, sweetheart?”

She dragged his hand away from her head. Pinned between his massive, muscular body and the door, she felt sorely at a disadvantage but pressed forward. “What do you mean ‘we’?”

Con seemed reluctant to answer. “I mean me, Ty, Chuck, and Al—all of us.”

She didn’t miss the way he’d switched his words there at the last. Was there some other housemate she hadn’t yet met? Regardless, she wasn’t about to give him what he’d requested. She had standards, and hopping into bed with three men was so far beyond them it was incomprehensible. “I’m not that kind of girl, Con.”

His brow furrowed. “What does that mean, Shelby? I wasn’t aware that I’d implied you were somehow less respectable by asking you to come to bed with us.”

“You’re joking, right?” She tried to figure out how he’d gotten such a warped idea of what was right and wrong. “Men sharing a woman is wrong, Con. It’s not normal.”

“Who said we were normal?” His eyes flashed that strange shade of amber again. “Did you ever think that what you call wrong we consider the most normal and wonderful thing in the world?”

“I…” She didn’t have an answer for that one. “It’s not for me, Con.”

“How do you know, Shelby?” His head dipped, and he dragged his nose against the curve of her throat right up to her jaw, inhaling deeply as he went. “Your scent tells me differently. It’s much stronger now, but earlier, during dinner, I smelled it, too. Even then, your body recognized us as the mates you need just as our bodies recognized you as ours.”

“Mates?” Shelby’s world was spinning. The amber eyes. The way each man had such a unique scent. The way Con had growled earlier. Their bizarre connection to the wolf, Alex. What the hell was going on in this cabin?

“Later, Shelby,” Con said in a low, commanding voice that made butterflies swarm through her belly. “We’ll explain it all later. Just feel right now. Trust what your heart is telling you.” He held her gaze until her skin prickled with heat. “Trust me.”

Even through the fog of desire, Shelby recognized that some teensy, tiny part of her was screaming the obvious. She needed to run, like, fast. She needed to get away from this cabin and these strange men as quickly as possible.

But the practical side of her brain started to misfire as she did exactly what Con said. She trusted her heart. She trusted him.

Hands shaking, she clasped his face and brought her lips to his. The kiss was simple and sweet but sealed her fate. With a whisper, she ordered, “Take me to bed.”

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