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Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Mystic Wonderful: A Hell Theory Novella

 New book available now: Mystic Wonderful: A Hell Theory Novella. The story runs concurrent with book two in the Hell Theory Series, Night In A Waste Land, and focuses on Gallo and Tristan. 

It should be live for Nook later today!




Friday, September 18, 2020

New Book: Night In A Waste Land

 Book Two in my paranormal/urban fantasy/erotica series based loosely on the tales of King Arthur, set in a not-too-distant future, is now live. 

You can grab Night In A Waste Land HERE for Kindle, and HERE for Nook.




Saturday, June 6, 2020

New Release: King Among the Dead

Book one in a new series, now available:




“It’s a love story. Love doesn’t require morality, does it?”

Rose Greer’s life of pain and terror changes the night Simon Becket finds her locked in a cabinet. Blood on his face, but a hand held out in offering – a hand she takes.

Beck is kind, and eccentric; rich, and generous, and soft-spoken. Beck is cultured, and patient. Beck is lonely, rattling around his crumbling townhouse with only his elderly upstairs tenant for company.

Beck is a killer.

And Rose thinks she might be, too.

With Beck, she’s discovering all her darker impulses – and her passions. And she’s learning that the Atmospheric Rift which altered the world years ago isn’t exactly an event from the past.

“King Among the Dead” is the first in a new supernatural/horror erotica series based loosely on the legends of King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table, set in the not-too-distant future. Featuring angels, demons, mythology, monsters, plenty of steam, and an eventual OT3. Dark, weird, and sexy, Hell Theory isn’t for the faint of heart.





Saturday, May 16, 2020

#LoneStar Now Live



Book seven of the Dartmoor Series, Lone Star, is now live for Kindle. Other platforms coming soon. 

Sunday, March 22, 2020

#DartmoorSeries Read-Along: Tastes Like Candy Part Two


"Darla...Was I supposed to give better warning about the Calloway girl coming?"

She gave him a sideways look as she scrubbed the skillet beneath the tap. "What do you think?"

"I think I'm glad I don't have an old lady to worry about. One sister's bad enough."

She chuckled. "You don't mean that."

"Sure I do."

"Uh-huh."

See yesterday's post about the prologue and chapter one, our introduction to Michelle and the London Dogs that make up the club on her side of the Atlantic. Chapter two opens with Candyman, who we've met in several previous Dartmoor books, most notably Snow In Texas, and who now takes one half of center stage. 

I like to think that if you manage to wind up voted into the president's chair, you share some important qualities with your fellow presidents from other chapters, but Candy is a very different leader than Ghost. Part of it is that he's Texan; if you grow up in the South, you learn that each state has its own subtle attitude; everyone's Southern, but there's cultural differences that show themselves in lots of little ways. Another aspect is the sheer size of Candy: he's got a big man's laid-back self-confidence. And, unlike Ghost, he grew up in a loving family environment. He's not power hungry; he's always known he was destined for leadership, but was perfectly happy to serve under Crockett...until Crockett's dementia pushed him into the president role. He takes his job very seriously, but he's not a task-master like Ghost. He wants his guys to be happy, to be seen as their friend first. At the start of TLC, we know that he likes women - he has a strong relationship with his sister - and he likes sex, but he's certainly not looking for any sort of special relationship. Nothing that would detract from club business. 

Nine - their father had sired nine children. The thought gave him heart palpitations. 

The chapter itself is another point of contrast. In Knoxville, Ghost has built Dartmoor: this sprawling complex of legal businesses that support and supplement club activity, and offer the Dogs a base from which to act charitably within the community. But in Amarillo, the clubhouse is just that - a house. The club is small, financially failing: just eking out a bare living in a much more down-to-earth, blue collar fashion. 

Enter Michelle. 

So this was the infamous Candyman's lair. For some reason, she'd expected discarded bras and panties, mountains of dirty clothes, clutter, empty bottles, condoms laying out in the open.

Michelle comes to Amarillo with lots of preconceived notions, most of them about Candy, who's one of those larger-than-life, legendary club members who features heavily in club gossip circles. He's 45, a notorious bachelor, and she thinks she knows what he's like. 

I love their first meeting: she's staying in his room, wearing a towel, and he walks in, fresh out of the shower, and it's awkward, and one of those cliche, oh-shit moments, and both of them freak out. 

It was Derek Snow alright. The years between the last time she'd seen him and now had filled him out, added layers to his musculature, hardened his face, weathered it, a typical biker mosaic of lines and sunburn.

But she'd been eight the last time. And now she was twenty-six, and very single.

They're both instantly attracted to each other, but they're also both very practical, savvy, club-smart people, so they both try to hold it together, and act cool. Both of them know the reasons why a relationship shouldn't work - but those are the exact reasons why they do work.  

Saturday, March 21, 2020

#DartmoorSeries Read-Along: Tastes Like Candy Part One



Men win wars.
Legends inspire them to do so.
And some legends...some are still living...

We've lost all momentum with this read-along, but I'm endeavoring to limp along anyway. For the next few days, we'll take a closer look at Tastes Like Candy

Looking at reader comments since the book's release in summer of 2016, this is one of the most well-liked books in the series. After Fearless, it's the one most often mentioned as a favorite in reviews, comments, messages, and emails, and I must admit I've always found that a little surprising - though maybe I shouldn't have. Candy is tall, and bold, and a good brother, a good leader, with a honeyed tongue. I've always loved his name; as with so many of my characters, Derek Snow's nickname was borrowed from a horse I used to know. Candyman; Candy for short. In-universe, this human Candyman earned his nickname thanks to a mean right hook; he's got a reputation for ruining teeth. 

The thing I enjoyed most about writing this book, however, was the glimpse it offers us of Devin Green's brood. 

It had begun like any other task, a photograph slid across her father's ancient cherrywood desk. It was raining, fat drops sliding down the window, casting shadows across the rug in the upstairs room above Baskerville Hall. 

(By now, you'll know that the club is named after a black dog legend - just as in "The Hound of the Baskervilles," and I couldn't resist the chance to name the London chapter's pub and headquarters after the estate in my favorite Sherlock Holmes story of all time.)

Like Ava, Michelle was born into the club - but unlike Ava, she was brought up as a useful soldier - or, more accurately, covert operative - in her father's London biker army. 

Her mother's passing had hit him hard. Someone had needed to step up and be the woman of the house. The woman of the club. She'd never viewed it as a choice, but as a natural progression. 

Michelle's dad, Phillip, never remarried after his wife died, nor did he settle down with a serious, long-term girlfriend, so Michelle, by default, became the woman of the London chapter. Not only that, but the London chapter operates very differently from the Knoxville chapter. London is a major metropolis, and an international hub, and it's simply not possible for a club like the Lean Dogs to be much in charge of anything, the way they are in smaller American cities and towns. Everything Phillip's done, every ladder he's climbed, every toe-hold he's achieved, has come through subtly and subterfuge, rather than the outright flexing of muscles, and he's used every tool at his disposal - including his daughter. The London chapter doesn't ride down the street in formation, or have shootouts in public - but like with all chapters, they handle problems that regular folks bring to their doorstep. When someone gets in deep trouble that can't be handled by the police, they come to the Dogs, and the Dogs make it right - though with less flash and strutting about than the American Dogs. The delightful irony of it all, for me, is that all of Devin's boys hate him, and yet all of them have tackled life's problems with dispassion, cunning, treachery, and finely-honed skill, just as he would. 

I'm still genuinely surprised that readers were surprised by the spy angle in Prodigal Son, when this book lays all the groundwork for it. Oh well. 

TLC opens in London, with Michelle and her uncle - who was raised as her brother - Tommy on an op gone wrong. We get to see flashes of the weeks leading up to it, the ways the club, as it expands and matures, is changing, the ways Tommy's already worried about the way some members react to her role with the Dogs. We get to meet Albie, and see his secret stash. And we get to see the verdict handed down, after the explosion: Michelle can't stay in London. 

Michelle has a lot in common with the other old ladies that we've met - her toughness, and her attitude, and her fierce love of family - but she interacts with the club in a completely new way from all the women we've met so far. That was exciting to write. Her role is one that inevitably shifts when she goes to Texas...but it's a role that we're exploring again in Lone Star, which is book seven of the main series, and coming soon. LS asks, Can someone who worked in the trenches alongside the club take a step back and be content with a more domestic life? The book is all about restlessness, in all its forms, and learning how to reconcile the different sides of a life.