New – FREE – M/M romance: Loving Rush

LOVING RUSH is now available for FREE download


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Ed’s been best friends with Rush forever, watching from the sidelines while he rises through the ranks to become one of Hollywood’s top movie stars.

He can’t deny Rush anything. But letting him practice kissing, before he stars in his first gay role? Ed’s wanted Rush’s lips on him for as long as he can remember, but this won’t put just their friendship at risk. He’s not sure his heart will survive the encounter.

This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group’sLove is an Open Road” event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story.



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Seeing the Love – out today

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My latest release comes out today – Seeing the Love.

If you love contemp romance with a broken hero and a scarred heroine, this one’s for you :-)


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Lucas Wade is losing his sight. As the darkness threatens to swamp him, the one bright spot in his day comes in the form of Natalie Fontaine. She works in the sales office, hundreds of miles away, and she alone treats him like a regular guy. She has no idea about his disability, and he doesn’t plan on telling her about it.

But if Lucas can’t be honest with her, Natalie may never see the love he has to offer.


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A great bargain read if you grab it before the 19th July.

Lila’s Wolf is the first in my time travel series, and now you can try it for only $0.99  :-)

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When Lila Cammell is abandoned by her time-jump partner, leaving her alone in Britain in the Dark Ages, revenge is the only thing on her mind. She’d trusted Jared Grohl with her life and her heart, and bringing him to justice will be sweet.
Finding him captured and enslaved by the Saxons changes all her assumptions. Now it’s a fight for survival, but the only way to save him…might be to leave him behind.

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Chapter One

Southeast Britain

Year: 413 AD



He poured the oil into his hands. Chamomile and lavender filled his nose—the perfume of summer—and he breathed them in deep, holding the fragrance a moment longer. As always, the scent made him think of Lila.


He recognized the warning tone and rubbed his palms together, making her wait until he’d warmed the viscous liquid. She’d forgive him this small delay. Positioned at her side, he began to work the oil into her back, spreading and stroking along the length of her spine. She sighed again, but this time with obvious pleasure, and shifted on the bed, edging farther into the sunlight that poured through the window. With slow, practiced movements, he massaged along each bone in her spine before rising to rub circles into her ample shoulders. He pushed into the dimpled skin with his knuckles and drew a soft moan. She wriggled and he increased the pressure.


He complied, sweeping down her sides, gently across her hipbones, and now advancing to her generous bottom. He paused to replenish the oil, and then returned to the task at hand. She carried a lot of flesh for a woman of her years but, he reflected, she ate well. He’d barely finished when she grunted and rolled over, presenting her naked front. Watery blue eyes regarded him, a hint of a smile on her face. “Take your time, Wolf. We have all afternoon.”

Nodding an acknowledgement, he started work on her stomach with a series of slow circles around her navel before he eased his fingers up toward her breasts. He caressed them both in turn, sensitive to her response. There was a sharp hitch in her breath when he brushed the side of one nipple. His fingers skated away, teased close to the peak of the other breast, and then glided up to her collarbone to ease the tension he found there.

Before long, he cupped her breasts with a gentle squeeze and stroked the nipples with his thumbs. Large and rose colored, they were rising to attention and firming beautifully for him. He tweaked one, and she gasped, a tremor running through her body. His fingers ached, but he pushed it to the back of his mind; he’d only just started. All the same, he eased south, circling and sweeping, a steady push and pull against her flesh, pausing only to take more oil. He flexed his hand as he did so, resting the tendons under the guise of warming the oil.

“Wolf.” He turned back to her with a ready smile and the furrow disappeared from her forehead. “You’re teasing me.”

He bowed his head and tiptoed his fingertips farther down, testing how ready she was. A graceful stroke across her hipbone, and she shifted as though uncomfortable, lifting her pelvis to meet his hand. It was time. With one bold move, he cupped her mound and drew a loud groan in return. The massage stepped up a gear.

He used one finger to spear the curls between her legs, and found her moist and excited. Good.

He brushed his finger back and forth across and felt the little bud swell under his touch. “Sa,” she murmured, her accent getting heavy, the more aroused she became. He moved to kneel between her open thighs, kissing a path up the pale flesh while she moaned and trembled. He spread her lips, holding her open for his mouth, ready to receive his tongue.

The massage forgotten, Hilde grabbed his hair. She closed her fingers tight, ensuring he couldn’t lift his head. No matter, he could rest his hands while he pleasured her with his mouth. Hot open kisses and little licks soon reduced her to a quivering mass, moaning his name as he drove her closer to orgasm.

She climaxed with a long, drawn-out shudder, and he waited for the spasms to finish, knowing she needed a minute before they continued.

“You are so very skilled.” Her fingers relaxed on his scalp, and he drew a deep breath, closing his eyes to take a short rest.

As she’d pointed out, they had all afternoon.




Dreaming of a Wolf – now FREE on Amazon (11 – 15 July)

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Alun was Olivia’s first, and he was supposed to be her forever. After a tragic accident steals him away, Olivia wonders how she can ever be whole again.

When he starts talking to her in her dreams, she has to ask herself: is she going mad with grief, or is there still a chance for their forever?

Warning: Contains a blue-eyed charmer of a wolf shifter, and a girl who’s not ready to quit.


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Alun was my first, and I thought he would be my forever. Then he was taken from me.

This is our story.

  Chapter One

It just seemed so fucking unfair. It should have been pouring down, with heavy grey clouds, and an arctic wind swirling dead leaves around our ankles. We should have huddled under umbrellas, our tears obscured by rain. Instead, there was brilliant sunshine. Birds sang, children played in a nearby park, and lovers held hands and kissed by the pond.

Everything carried on as normal.

The vicar rumbled on, switching to Welsh and producing even more tears from Alun’s family. A small girl toddled forward, and peered into the hole that had been torn in the ground. She held a crumpled bunch of flowers, and tossed them on top of his coffin, before running back to her mother—one of Alun’s sisters.

The sun continued to beat down, but I tugged my coat closer around me. Even on this absurdly hot autumn day, I was frozen. I didn’t think I’d ever be warm again.

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Alun was only twenty-one. We shouldn’t be putting his remains in the ground. He should be standing here now, chattering about obscure bands he’d seen in the pub, whistling out of key, and tangling his fingers with mine. Kissing me. Reminding me, in his seductive, lilting voice, how I’d marry him one day. How he’d keep asking until I gave in.

I’d only been to one funeral before this, for my grandfather, and that was a few years ago. I’d been an awkward, gangly teenager, subdued by the grief that surrounded me. I’d barely known my dad’s father, and so I’d kept quiet and stared at the ground a lot.

Now I wondered if everyone in the village had turned out for this. How well Alun had been loved. There must have been thirty from our combined group of University friends, and many faces I recognized from family gatherings. His family all shared his brilliant blue eyes, an unearthly shade that almost glowed at night. I’d wondered if our children, one day, would share those eyes too.

Standing beside me, Tom wrapped an arm around my shoulders and turned my head into his chest. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “Let it go.”

I’d been crying silently, and the tears continued to fall, slow and steady, blotted by his shirt.

Somebody stroked a gentle circle on my back. Probably Luce, Tom’s girlfriend.

“You are coming to the pub with us?” Yes, it was Luce. She and Tom had welcomed me into their circle with open arms, even though the only thing we had in common was Alun. They’d grown up with him in this picture postcard village in deepest Snowdonia.

His voice rang in my head. His laugh as he tried to coax me to wrap my Manchester tongue around the complicated Welsh syllables. “It’s not Tanygrisiau, it’s Tan-na-grish-eye.”

I’d never hear that voice again, unless he visited my dreams. In the shock and numbness that followed the news about his death, I’d stopped dreaming. Completely. For most of the last four years, since we first kissed on that long ago summer holiday, I’d dreamed of him almost every night. We’d have long, playful conversations and kiss and make love. God. The dreams had been so real.

When I’d told him about them, he flashed me a smug grin, those gorgeous blue eyes twinkling, and told me, “We’re a bit psychic in my family. How d’you know they’re not real?”

I’d scoffed, of course. Even though it was odd how things I swore we only talked about in dreams, he somehow remembered too.

With a start, I realized the crowd had thinned, and just a handful of us stood beside the grave.

Alun’s mum came and hugged me. “I can’t face going to the pub, so we’re going home instead. Do come and see me before you leave.”

I nodded, unable to find the words to reply. I wasn’t sure I could face the wake either.


In the end, I just wanted to be by myself. I’d given my apologies, taken a cab back to the nearest town with a mainline rail station, and caught the first train that went anywhere near Manchester. Many hours later, I arrived home, to the place I grew up. Since finishing at University, I’d moved all my stuff back here, but it’d only been intended as a temporary stop. Alun and I were looking for somewhere together.

I pressed my fists into my temples. We had been looking. This was going to take some getting used to.

It was Mum’s turn to hug me. My parents had offered to accompany me, but it was something I needed to do on my own. All I wanted to do now was sleep, and hope to dream of him again.



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Caging The Wolf – now FREE on Amazon

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If you’d like a FREE introduction to the Snowdonia Wolf Pack, be sure to grab a copy of Caging the Wolf, free until 10 July on Amazon.




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Jessie has fallen in love with the perfect guy, Levi, but there’s one tiny problem. The blue-eyed hunk only exists in her dreams. That is, until he greets her in the local shopping mall. She’d swear they never met before, so how come he knows so much about her – and can tell her the naughty things they did in her dreams?

Warning: Contains a wolf shifter that won’t take no for an answer, and enough hot sex to drive any winter chills away.





I dreamed of home, and Christmas shopping. I sat on a wooden bench in my local shopping mall, the giant Trafford Centre, and gazed at the opulent decorations strung from the glass ceiling. Busy shoppers hurried past me—the usual crowds—but even though I’d shopped here a thousand times, it now felt alien.

I felt, rather than saw, someone take the space next to me. A glance to my side revealed a young man. He sprawled against the bench seat, one arm insolently thrown across the back, as though we were a couple.

I gave him a proper look. Messy, dark hair fell to his chin, and thick stubble raked his cheeks, as though he’d stumbled here straight from his bed. A black T-shirt hugged his chest, and worn, dark jeans clung to strong thighs. The denim looked soft and much-washed, and I dragged my gaze up from his crotch, to meet twinkling—startling—blue eyes. Where had I seen eyes like that before?

A lazy grin broke out on his face, and my cheeks heated. He couldn’t have missed the way I’d been staring at him. With his dark tan and perfect white teeth, he looked far too exotic to be sitting in a Manchester shopping mall.

“Hi, Jess.”

The rational part of me questioned how he knew my name. The rest of me wanted to swoon at his voice. Deep, and husky, it reminded me of salted caramel chocolate—velvety, but with a dangerous edge. It also had a lilting accent that was familiar. He was a Kiwi.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” My polite English upbringing stepped forward, even though I’d never seen him before. I couldn’t forget someone so delicious.

His gaze dropped briefly, as though he considered how to reply. A smile tugged at his lips. “Not really. I’m Levi.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to say, I don’t think we’ve met, but something held the words back. He was familiar, oddly so. He continued to stare at me, amusement lighting his brilliant eyes, along with something else, an intensity that made my spine prickle.

“You’re from New Zealand?” I blurted. “Are you here on holiday?”

“Kind of.” He gestured to the shops around us. “I’ve never been here before.”

“To the Trafford Centre? Or to Manchester?”

“Either. Would you show me around?”

Show a hot guy around my favourite shops? Shame it was only a dream. I smiled at him, and wondered where to begin. Something niggled. “How did you know my name?”

Levi pushed away from the bench to stand before me, tall and imposing, but delicious. He shrugged and held out a hand. “We met briefly, but you were, uh, distracted.” Wiggling his fingers, he gave me an enticing smile. “Shall we?”

Still, I hesitated. I’d never conjured up such a gorgeous apparition in my dreams before, and I knew it was too good to be true. Would he morph into a psycho and toss me over the railings to the gallery below? “I don’t usually hold hands with a guy I just met.”

“I wouldn’t want you to make a habit of it,” he countered swiftly, “but it’s solely for my benefit. I might get lost otherwise.” His eyes widened with mischief. “Man, I could be stuck in here for weeks.”

How could I resist?

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Lucas Wade is losing his sight. As the darkness threatens to swamp him, the one bright spot in his day comes in the form of Natalie Fontaine. She works in the sales office, hundreds of miles away, and she alone treats him like a regular guy. She has no idea about his disability, and he doesn’t plan on telling her about it.

But if Lucas can’t be honest with her, Natalie may never see the love he has to offer.


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Lucas Wade is losing his sight. As the darkness threatens to swamp him, the one bright spot in his day comes in the form of Natalie Fontaine. She works in the sales office, hundreds of miles away, and she alone treats him like a regular guy. She has no idea about his disability, and he doesn’t plan on telling her about it.

But if Lucas can’t be honest with her, Natalie may never see the love he has to offer.


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Sian solved the mystery for him when she strolled past his desk to ask him about a meeting. “What’s this?” She picked up the Frisbee and examined it. “How sweet. You know I’m going to ask, but who’s Natalie?”

“Huh?” What did Natalie have to do with the Frisbee?

“Have fun with Molly. Thanks for saving my customer. Natalie.” He heard the smile in Sian’s voice, as she deciphered the writing. “Would that be Natalie in the Auckland office? The account manager? What’s her surname… Fountain?”

“Fontaine.” His voice was gruff. “Natalie Fontaine.” Warmth bloomed in his chest. It was just a gesture; it sure as hell didn’t mean anything. But yeah, it was nice of her.

Sian was speaking, and he hastened to listen. “What did you do for her, Lucas?”

“Oh, just a bit of juggling. Nothing much.” He didn’t mind Sian as much as the others—she wasn’t quite so irritating—but he still didn’t feel like chatting to her about Natalie Fontaine or why she’d sent him a thank you present. Would Sian take the hint and leave?

It seemed not. “She’s the one with the French accent, isn’t she?”

She has the most beautiful voice in the world. “Does she? I hadn’t noticed.”

Helpful Dave decided to join in. His head popped up like a meerkat’s.

“Natalie Fontaine? She likes talking to Lucas. Does she know about—”

“About what?” Lucas cut him off mid-sentence. “About what, Dave?” The challenge had been issued, the gauntlet thrown down. “About the fact that I work damn hard and do a good job?” He curled his fingers around the edges of his keyboard.

Silence hung between them. Sian was the first to crack. “I’ve got…uh…a meeting. Catch you later.”

He could feel Dave staring at him over the partition. Go on. Say it. Does she know I’m as good as blind? A fuckin’ cripple? Say it.

Dave cleared his throat. “Nothing, mate. I can’t remember what I was talking about.”



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New Release – Isabella’s Airman – coming out 4 June 2015





“Student Gillman.” The sentinel sounded annoyed, and I turned slowly to face him. “Make your report.”

What good would my report do? What difference would it make? All my life I’d planned to be an historian, but not anymore. “These aren’t just names and numbers on a page. Not now. They’re flesh and blood. They have dreams and hopes. They fall in love.” I stumbled over the words. “I can’t go back to pretending it’s just history. It’s real now.”

“Well done, Student Gillman. That is an accurate, if emotive, assessment. I am pleased to see you are extending your studies.”

I stared in disbelief. It was as though I’d said nothing. I drew in a shaky breath and pushed to my feet. “I can’t do this. Not today, not ever. I want to leave.”

The sentinel cocked his head as though he hadn’t heard me.

“I want to leave,” I repeated, louder. “I know you can authorize an emergency portal. I can’t stay here.”

Something like amusement flitted across his face before his mask slammed back into place. “Emergency portals are for emergencies. Critical injuries. I don’t see you bleeding out, Student Gillman.”

I was injured on the inside. I’d never be whole again.

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Time travel student Isabella Gillman is about to embark on her most challenging assignment–leaping back to 1941 to observe World War II. The rules are simple: don’t get emotionally involved, and don’t interfere.


She breaks the first rule when she falls in love with rear-gunner Davy Porteous. The second is on its way out as well, when she realizes history says he won’t survive the war. Torn between the fundamental laws of her society, and the man she loves, Isabella faces a harsh reality: does she risk both their lives for a future that may not happen?


She can’t predict the results if she corrupts the timelines, but without her actions, Davy is out of time.



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Sasha’s homesick for the snow of the Welsh mountains, but the New Zealand sun and Santas in board shorts are worth it, if he gets to spend the holiday with his Mate, Megan. Besides, he’s got a surprise planned for their first Christmas together.

When he discovers he’s not the only one keeping secrets, his plans threaten to crumble. Can he make this a holiday they’ll never forget, for all the right reasons?


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