Saturday, October 4, 2014

Congratulations to the winners of the WASTED Cover Reveal Giveaway!

Congratulations to the following winners in the Cover Reveal Giveaway for WASTED! I would like to thank everyone who entered. I sincerely appreciate your support! <3

$10 Amazon Gift Card
Kay Sharpe

WASTED Necklace
Jennifer Ingman

Five Signed Bookmarks
Maureen McKenzie
Amanda Vinson
Marcie Heath
Shannon Cole
Melissa Stickney

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Giveaway and Cover Reveal for WASTED! Plus Excerpt!

It's time to reveal the cover for WASTED, a new adult contemporary romance and the first book in the WHISKEY NIGHTS series! Plus, there's a GIVEAWAY! Check out for your chance to win a $10 Amazon Gift Card, a WASTED necklace, and one of five signed WASTED bookmarks! Hurry! The contest is running for one week only!


It all started with sex on the beach…the drink, not…you know.

As a bartender, Mason Cambridge often charmed beautiful women who ordered up cocktails on his shift. It was part of his job after all, and he needed the tips—badly. 

When Lexi Swafford plopped her pretty little tail down on the bar stool, Mason offered her a drink. He had no idea that he would soon be working with her or that he’d be letting her room with him until her new apartment was ready.

In fact, once Lexi Swafford landed in Creekview, Tennessee, life as Mason Cambridge knew it would cease to exist…because after a night of drinking away the agony of his loneliness, one touch from her would change everything.

WASTED is a new adult contemporary romance recommended for adult readers due to mature content. WASTED is the first book in the WHISKEY NIGHTS series. Since each book focuses on a different couple, they can be read as stand-alones, but many readers may prefer to read them in order for maximum enjoyment.

A muffled string of slurred expletives drifted down the hall. I jumped to my feet and listened at the door—more mumbling. Grabbing my robe from the closet, I wrapped it around me, tied the belt, and peeked out my bedroom door.
“Shit,” Mason muttered, followed by another thump.
I opened the door wider and ventured into the hallway, walking toward the source of the noise. The apartment was pitch black, so approaching the end of the hall, I groped the wall, searching for the light switch.
Finally, my fingers found it, and I flipped it on about the same time that Mason plowed into me. His arm wrapped around my waist, though I wasn’t sure whether he was trying to steady me, him, or both of us. The strong scent of alcohol hung heavy in the air.
“Dammit,” he whispered as he stumbled forward, tried to straighten up, and fell backwards instead, bringing me with him as we landed on the floor in another thud.
I could feel my breasts pressed against his hard, muscular chest as his arm still held me firmly against him. His head was tossed back, his chin jutting in the air, a deep rumble of laughter reverberating through his torso.
He lifted his head and looked at me, his lips still curled into a grin. His eyes were the color of whiskey, which, considering he reeked of alcohol, seemed fitting. “Sorry, roomie,” he slurred. “What was your name again?”
“Lexi,” I ground out between clenched teeth as I scrambled to get off him.
He released a cry of pain.
Realizing that I’d accidentally kneed him in the groin, a flood of heat exploded in my chest and torpedoed up my face. “Sorry,” I mumbled, relieved when my knees firmly hit the floor and I could push myself to my feet.
He attempted to raise himself up on his elbows, failing miserably.
I maneuvered behind him, slipping my hands beneath his arms, and tried to give him enough leverage to sit up.
It worked.
“Can you stand?” If not, then he’d just have to sleep in the hallway.
After a lot of fumbling and with my grip firmly on his arm, he finally stood.
“You didn’t drive, did you?”
“No. I never drink and drive. My friend owns a caxi tab.” He stumbled a few steps. “A caxi tab.” He shuffled forward again. “A caxi….”
“A taxi cab,” I supplied, gripping his arm tightly.
“Yeah.” He pointed his finger in the air. “One of those.”
I pushed his door open and flipped on the light. With his arm draped across my shoulders, we staggered into his bedroom. He lurched across the floor and fell onto his unmade bed. Relieved to be free of his weight, I straightened and swept my eyes across the room. It was sparsely furnished with a bed and a chest of drawers. Some change, a photo, and an empty glass sat on a small table, which served as a nightstand. “You okay?” I asked, turning my attention back to him.
“I’m good.” He never opened his eyes, but a slight wave of his hand seemed to motion to me that I could leave. My eyes turned back to the photo, and letting my curiosity outweigh my discretion, I walked over and picked it up. A beautiful girl looked at me, her smile wide and her mouth slightly parted as if she were laughing. Mason hugged her to him, his profile facing the camera as he pressed a kiss to her temple.
Realizing I was invading his privacy, I quickly put the photo down and walked toward the bedroom door.
I didn’t know whether I was more surprised that he said my name or that he actually remembered it. I turned back to him. “Yes?”
He opened his eyes and smiled, a flash of dimples in his cheeks. “You remember how to make a Devil’s Handshake?”
I hoped he wasn’t about to order one. I didn’t know how much he had drunk while he was out, but the last thing he needed was more alcohol. “I think so.”
“Good. Tomorrow, you can look forward to a Sloe Comfortable Screw.”
I assumed that was the name of another drink. As I watched the roguish grin spread across his handsome face, I realized that I’d shaken hands with the devil today, but it had nothing to do with an alcoholic beverage.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

What's new?

I'm currently working on a new series, which will be new adult contemporary romance. It will be a spin off from PERFECTLY ABLE and will begin with Mason Cambridge's story. Right now, my intention is for a series of stand-alone novels, meaning that readers won't have to read them in any particular order. They will share the common setting of the fictional town of Creekview, Tennessee. I'll have more details soon!

Sunday, January 26, 2014

DELIRIOUS is coming Feb. 7! Read the prologue now!

DELIRIOUS, the third book in the DANGEROUS Trilogy (mature YA contemporary romance) will be released on Feb. 7, 2014! I'm so excited! I love Stone and Dara, and they've been so much fun to write!

I want to give you a sneak peek of DELIRIOUS, but there are *SPOILERS* if you haven't read DANGEROUS and DEVIOUS yet. DANGEROUS is currently only 99 cents, so if you haven't already met Stone And Dara, what are you waiting for?

One Year Anniversary of Stone and Dara’s Engagement
As we lay on a soft blanket in the moonlight, I gazed at Stone’s profile as he admired the thousands of stars that had been sprinkled in the night sky like glitter in a puddle of ink. Our fingers entwined as he reached for me, and I found the warmth of his hand comforting. At one time, I would have thought it impossible for me to love anyone as much as I had loved Granny, but as I watched him, I knew that our romance would be one of the greatest love stories ever lived. My heart filled with emotion so potent, it was tangible, and I could feel it as it pumped through my body, a feeling of euphoria more addictive than any I’d ever experienced.
I had asked him once to make love to me in a moment of weakness, and he had refused. It was after Granny’s death, and when the darkness of that difficult time released me from its tendrils, I loved him even more. On the surface, Stone could seem self-absorbed, but I’d seen the other side of him, the side that was usually locked away, the side that would put my needs, even when I couldn’t see them myself, above his own desires.
I’d thought about that night many times during the last few months.
I wanted Stone. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything. I squeezed his hand, and he turned toward me, propping himself up on his elbow. Smoothing an errant strand of hair from my face, he whispered, “Happy anniversary, babe.”
“Happy anniversary,” I whispered. My heart thumped in my chest, and it amazed me that as long as we’d been together, he still had this effect on me.
He watched me silently, soothing me with his touch.
My gaze flitted to the willow tree behind him, silhouetted in the moonlight, and I thought about the first time we’d come here. I loved that tree, and as I watched its dangling branches sway in the gentle breeze, I knew that was where I wanted to be married.
Cupping my cheek, he kissed me tenderly as if I were his most prized possession and I required the gentlest of care. It was one of my favorite things about Stone, the way he always made me feel safe, cherished, loved.
Overwhelmed with the need to touch him, I lifted my fingers to his recently shaven face, admiring the smoothness of his skin, the contours of his cheek.
“Stone,” I whispered.
The darkness cast shadows on his face, but I knew he was watching me, waiting for me to finish. Bringing my hand to his lips, he brushed a kiss into my palm.
I swallowed, reluctant to continue.
“What is it, Dara?” he asked softly, and I could detect a hint of worry in his voice at my hesitation.
“Will you make love to me?”
Damn. She had no idea how much I wanted to. But I knew Dara. And the one thing I wanted more than making love to her was to marry her, have a family with her. She was my forever, and I didn’t want to screw it up.
“I will,” I whispered, “if you marry me.”
“I’m going to marry you, Stone, just as soon as we graduate from college.”
“I can’t make love to you until you marry me.” That was something I never thought I’d hear myself say, and I had to grit my teeth to make sure I didn’t take it back. She pursed her lips together, and the corners of her mouth tilted down in a frown.
“You’ve made love to plenty of other girls,” she said, her tone carrying a hint of aggravation. “We’ve been engaged for a year.  You don’t want me?”
“Hell, Dara. You have no idea how badly I want you, but you’re not those other girls. You mean something to me. You mean everything to me. And I’ve screwed up too much shit in my life. I will not take that chance with you.”
“Please,” she whispered. “Just once.”
I laughed, slightly amused because she had no idea what making love to her would do to me. “There’s no such thing as just once. Once we start having sex, everything changes. And what if you get pregnant?”
“We can use protection.”
“I won’t risk it. I won’t risk having something happen that you’re not ready for. If you’re not ready to marry me, then you’re not ready to make love to me.”
She nodded slightly, placing her palm against my chest. “I know you’re right. I don’t want you to be, but I know you are.”
I touched my lips to hers because I understood. I’d wanted her since the first day that she came to work at the bookstore and teased me with those pink sparkly lips. Damn, I’d wanted her then, and I’d wanted her nonstop ever since.  But I knew Dara as well as I knew myself, and she was the one person that I could push aside my own temptations for. I had to do what was best for her because I was terrified that if I did what was best for me, I’d lose her forever. Part of me thought that perhaps I was insane for not taking her up on her offer, but I was focusing on our future. I may not be getting instant gratification, but I was playing this game for keeps. And nothing was more important to me than winning the heart of Dara Golding forever.
“Here, I have something for you.”
I sat up and rummaged through my backpack, pulling out a thin box wrapped in shiny white paper and topped off with a dainty, pink bow. Handing her the gift, I pulled a flashlight out of my backpack and turned it on.
She sat up, her plea to make love momentarily forgotten.
“What is it?”
“Open it and find out.”
She carefully removed the bow and unwrapped the box. Lifting the gift from the soft, black velvet interior of the box, Dara dangled the silver heart pendant from her fingertips.
“Look at the heart,” I instructed her.
I shined the light on the pendant, so that she could read the inscription. “Stone and Dara,” she said softly.
“Now flip it over.”
She obeyed and read the inscription on the back, “Delirious.”
“That’s how you make me feel, Dara.” She looked at me, and I cupped her cheek in my palm, the emotion of all the things I felt for her rushing to the surface. “I want you to wear this necklace, and when you do, I want you to be able to reach up and feel the shape of the heart, to know how much I love you. I want you to feel the smooth surface with your fingertips and imagine me caressing your skin. I want you to feel the weight of it against your chest and imagine my palm resting over your heart, feeling its erratic beat from my nearness. I want you to remember Stone and Dara because from now on, it’s you and me, for as long as I live. I want you to remember the word delirious and to know that no matter where I may be, I’m thinking of you because you’re my world, and I’m so in love with you that I am delirious.”
I took the necklace from her, and she held up her hair while I fastened it around her neck.
Lunging toward me, she wrapped her arms around me and whispered, “It’s perfect, and I’ll never take it off. I love you, Stone.”
“I love you, too, baby. And I promise you that one day, after I’ve made you my wife, I’m going to make slow, intense love to you.”
She leaned back and looked in my eyes, fingering the pendant. “That seems so far away.”
I grabbed her, and she squealed as I lay back on the blanket and pulled her on top of me. “Then we’ll have to make up for it on our honeymoon. Until then, I can think of other ways to have fun.”
And I kissed her in the moonlight, my hands roaming her body as I reveled in my delirium.