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For the next 5 days, you can grab a FREE ecopy of Wolf at the Door, the first in my steamy, shifter romance series.



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Pop star Lillian Hart is determined never to trust another man. She has no idea that the wolf at her door is anything other than a wounded dog, much less the Alpha of the Snowdonia Wolf pack. There’s something about the wild creature that pulls at her. Then a man with her wolf’s eyes starts to invade her dreams, and reality and fantasy merge in a way that has her hoping, against all odds, for dreams to come true.

Lillian may have sworn off men, but Jake’s not just any man, he’s a shifter, and he’s about to shift Lillian’s world to make room for him. He vows to claim her as his Mate, and when Jake makes a vow, he keeps it. But Lillian wants to take it slow and Jake is not about to waste any time.

In this battle of wills, both discover giving in and trusting their hearts can heal even the deepest of hurts.


Sadness Into Joy – guest post from Rosanna Leo

Can you judge a book by its cover? Hell, yes, if it’s from Rosanna Leo. Gorgeous covers, and fabulous books. Her Gemini Island shifters especially.

I’m THRILLED to showcase her newest release on my blog today.


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Thanks so much to Sofia for hosting me today as I celebrate the release of Predator’s Rescue, Gemini Island Shifters 7, the latest in my shape shifter romance series.

Many of my faithful readers were surprised and excited to see a darker side as this series progressed. When it began, my fictional community of shape shifters on Gemini Island was a sanctuary. There may have been some obstacles for my characters, but they were always overcome.

Halfway through the series, I introduced a new villain and things weren’t clear cut after that. There were losses for the good guys and moments of devastation. Hearts were broken and several characters had new obstacles in their path.

Why would I have gone in this direction? Well, simply put, that’s life. We all feel sadness at one time or another and it was important to me that my characters also endure a bit of hardship.

Early readers have rejoiced upon reading Predator’s Rescue because we see the first moments of hope in a while and a glimpse into some new relationships. Yes, the Ursa Lodge will never be the same but the characters who inhabit it are strong. They don’t give up on love. Some of them will find new love in unexpected places. By the end of the book, I believe my readers will be filled with a sense of joy and excited to see the culmination of the series in book 8.

I hope you’ll join us on this journey.



Tiger shifter Jani Fodor should have washed his hands of Fleur Bissette long ago. However, when she disappears from the shape shifter sanctuary on Gemini Island, he can’t forget her, and launches a fraught two-week search to find her. He thinks she’ll be grateful but the petulant she-wolf resents his intrusion in her life.

predatorsrescueJani recently liberated Fleur from a vicious cult of shape shifters, where she was brainwashed by the sadistic August Crane. The wolf shifter terrorized their friends at the Ursa Fishing Lodge and Resort on Gemini Island. Labeled a “bad girl” all her life, Fleur knows she’ll never fit in with the good guys at the Ursa, no matter how much Jani tries to convince her of their regard. Besides, she can’t stay with Jani. Although he’s the closest thing she’s ever had to a friend, their chemistry is explosive in the worst way.

When a new menace arises, in the form of a vicious drug dealer with a grudge, Jani is adamant Fleur accept his help to rehabilitate her addict mother and remove her from the influence of her dealer. Fleur accepts Jani’s assistance but as they work together, friendship erupts into passion. Neither can deny their lust-struck spirit animals and before long, they realize their connection runs deeper than they ever expected.

Despite the threats posed by the drug dealer, the worst danger of all dwells inside Fleur. Haunted by the spirit of August Crane, Fleur is inundated by visions that torment her. She is consumed by guilt and plagued by old hostilities. Can this bad girl make good? And is Jani’s love enough to save her from her demons?



Once again, Jani’s temper flared but he swallowed his simmering rage. He stood and raised his voice so he could be heard over Loretta Lynn’s tinny warbling as it emanated from the jukebox. “Now I’m going to ask everyone in this shithole one more time. I’m looking for Fleur Bissette. Where is she?”

There was a crash and a feminine cry from behind one of the closed doors. Jani didn’t hesitate. He launched himself off his stool and toward the door, already on the verge of shifting. His tiger hairs danced in anticipation under his skin, ready to burst through his pores.

The two men who’d approached him grabbed him by the shoulders and hauled him back.

“Hey, asshole,” the grizzly man shouted. “You’re not allowed back there. Private parties only.”

Jani glanced at the hand on his shoulder and then at the man. “One warning. Take your hands off me.”

The idiot snorted and looked at his pal. “Why waste your time lookin’ for Fleur anyway? That girl’s nothing but trouble. Trouble loves her. In fact, she’s probably spreading her legs to trouble right now.”

Jani reached for the man’s arms and spun him around. “What did you say?”

“It’s all the bitch knows how to do. That’s all women like her are good for anyway.”

Jani reared back and let his fist fly, cracking it against the man’s face. The grizzly shifter flew across the room, hitting the back wall, collapsing to the floor. The grim satisfaction of seeing the man crumple overrode any pain in his knuckles. In fact, it felt so good to hit the jackass he had to hold his hand behind his back so he wouldn’t hit him again.

No one, no one, insulted Fleur. The man was lucky Jani didn’t kill him for the slight. Fleur had been called too many names in her time, and he’d made it his mission to see she was never belittled again.

Jani nodded toward the other men. “Don’t even think of stopping me.”

He tried the closed door, relieved to find it unlocked. He flung the door open and his tiger senses homed in on her immediately.

Fleur had clearly been serving drinks to the small group of shifter bikers inside, but one of them had gotten a little too close to the new waitress. Her tray of drinks lay on the floor, smashed, and one of the men had her over his lap. His large hand caressed her ass as she squirmed in his grip.

As time seemed to freeze for Jani, Fleur turned to glance at him. She mouthed his name.

The silent plea made his heart twist in his chest. Had she actually spoken aloud? He wasn’t sure. He couldn’t hear her voice. His ears were ringing too much as his tiger roared her name.

Her dark eyes seemed to grow darker, black with emotion, but he didn’t take time to analyze the sentiment flitting behind her irises.

With a noise that must have sounded more animal than man, Jani raced toward her and pulled her off the man’s lap. He moved her toward the door, so she wouldn’t be hurt in the melee. He then turned to the shithead who’d grabbed her, a growl emanating from his furious core.

The biker, startled and likely drunk, didn’t react quickly enough to shift. Jani hauled him off his chair and thrust him toward the wall.

“Jani,” Fleur called, her voice loud and clear now. “Don’t. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“His hand was on your ass. I know enough.”

One of the other men was foolhardy enough to try to stop him. He tried to yank Jani away but Jani snapped his arm back, using his elbow to hammer the man in the face. Cradling his bloody nose, the man retreated.

Jani turned his attention back to the shifter who’d groped Fleur. “That was the last time you ever touch her.” Bracing himself, he head-butted him. A sickening crack sounded in the room. The man moaned, his eyes rolled back, and he dropped to the floor.

Ignoring the pain exploding through his forehead, Jani marched toward Fleur, picked her up, and hauled her over his shoulder.

“Hey. Put me down! You have no right.”

No right. He might have laughed if he wasn’t concerned about getting her out of there in one piece.

Holding out his free arm to warn off any others who might consider having a go at him, Jani carried the writhing Fleur out of the room and out of the bar. His heart thumped against his chest just from holding her. Granted, he hadn’t quite envisioned holding her like this, her ass high in the air near his face, but it pleased him more than he cared to admit out loud. Something about the scenario made his inner caveman very happy.


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12957 (167x250)Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author. Several of her books about Greek gods, selkies and shape shifters have been named Top Picks at Night Owl Romance and The Romance Reviews.

From Toronto, Canada, Rosanna occupies a house in the suburbs with her long-suffering husband, their two hungry sons and a tabby cat named Sweetie. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair.

A library employee by day, she is honored to be a member of the league of naughty librarians who also happen to write romance. Rosanna blogs at


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A new read – and a fun giveaway from Tara Quan

I adore cats, shifters and foodies, so finding all three in one book is quite simply, MAGIC 🙂

Check out this fun new read from Tara Quan – and don’t forget to hop onto the giveaway!

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Tara says:

A year ago, I released Fireworks at Midnight, thinking I would leave the world of A Witch’s Night Out forever (I’d planned the series as a trilogy). Unfortunately, my characters had other plans. Since I’d sicced Madame Eve on her cat familiar, earth mage Shelley Dupree insisted I make things right. To be fair, I’d already given her a magical handicap, forced her under house arrest, and buried her in bills—taking away her feline companion did seem a cruel and unusual punishment.

It took me two months of fictional time to even the scales with Feline Valentine. Part of Decadent Publishing’s 1Night Stand series, my interracial paranormal romance is set in Washington, D.C., where magic-wielding folk try to live alongside us pesky humans. It’s my first true “shifter” AND “foodie” romance (talk about ticking two boxes with one book), and a quick read of the blurb should tell you what I mean.

To celebrate this unexpected return to my favorite series, I’m giving away a $15 gift card. To enter, leave a comment here and drop your details in the Rafflecopter widget at the bottom of this post [or at my website:].


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Feline Valentine (A Witch’s Night Out)

by Tara Quan

Cover_FelineValentine_TaraQuanUnder magical house arrest in her great-grandmother’s suburban cottage, college graduate and reluctant earth mage Shelley Dupree whiles away most mornings spying on the warlock next door. Though erotic daydreams offer some distraction, she faces long working hours, cash flow problems, and a repeat burglar. On Valentine’s Day, she sets a trap for the mysterious intruder, intent on ending his crime streak once and for all. But her scheming cat familiar foils her best-laid plans, and, with a little help from Madame Eve’s 1-Night Stand service, she discovers a far more dangerous species of magical feline.

After moving in next to a ramshackle building on the outskirts of Washington, D.C., pastry chef Adrien Chatdurois is plagued by repeat sexual fantasies starring the same curvy brunette. In a state of constant arousal, he devotes his early mornings to grueling exercise and spends the rest of his day handcrafting the city’s best chocolates. When his younger brother stirs up trouble on the shop’s busiest day, the frustrated shifter is forced to pay a surprise visit on his reclusive neighbor. He soon learns not all witches are wart-covered hags, and one in particular might prove the most delicious of desserts.

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Romantic Comedy, Interracial/Multicultural

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Adrien finished slotting the tray of chocolate-dipped strawberries into the case’s most prominent spot. In honor of Valentine’s Day, he’d drawn a Cupid’s bow on each fruit using melted white chocolate. Beaming a proud smile at the appetizing array, he made a mental note to drop off any remainders on his next-door neighbor’s porch after closing time.

With the notion came a sudden compulsion to also send a bottle of bubbly. Rolling his shoulders to relieve the tension in his fatigued muscles, he tentatively added champagne to the shopping list. If today’s profits met expectations, he should be able to gift the old lady some booze.

Less than a second later, an image of a bottle of peach Schnapps flashed over his vision. Stepping to his left, he took off the wool hat and placed it next to the cash register. Why was his brain fixating on ingredients for a Bellini? He didn’t even like cocktails.

White heat flashed over his vision. He found himself on his knees, crouched over a soft feminine body. Fizzy, bubbly liquid slicked skin the color of caramel. When her back arched, the drink sluiced over a set of tensed, quivering abs to soak her lacy pink waistband. He dipped his head, his tongue trailing over the potent mixture of peach, alcohol, and woman. He dug his fingers into her lush hips, tilting her in the opposite direction so the remaining liquid trickled over her ribs to catch along the underwire of her bra. Capitalizing on the excuse to taste, he—

Fingers snapped repeatedly in front of his face. “Oy. Where the hell did you go?”

With a sigh, he directed his gaze at his sibling. “Bass, what the hell do you want?” Their two-year age gap allowed for a healthy dose of fraternal bonding, but a lifetime as the man’s big brother had also built up baseline cynicism. Sebastien’s unannounced visits tended to have odd and oftentimes very expensive consequences.



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Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, Tara enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, paranormal worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Her characters, armed with magical powers or conventional weapons, are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as their own happily ever after. To receive updates about her new releases and get a free sexy read, subscribe to her mailing list at


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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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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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Day 8 – Rosanna Leo – Lust Fever

1 blog + 31 authors = 31 Days of Hotness


Rosanna Leo is currently storming up the eBook charts with her Gemini Island Shifter series and I’m thrilled to welcome her to July Fever 🙂

She’s giving away 2 books from her (extensive) backlist to one lucky winner. To enter, just leave a comment (with your email address)  – and remember, everyone who comments also goes into a draw for the Weekly Prize Bundle. What could be easier?



Thanks so much to the wonderful Sofia for hosting the July Fever event! I am so proud to be here.

To me, “fever” means a mania. A heat that can’t be fought. A hankering that whittles down your defences until you are forced to give in. Sound dramatic? Well, in romantic terms, it is.

I often use the term “fever” in my books when describing the heat between a couple. My heroes and heroines often come to the realization that they feel feverish and that the only remedy for their ache is to submit to the object of their affections. And it is a delicious moment.

There is nothing better than seeing two people fight their attraction, seeing them grow pale and worn for want of each other. And nothing more gratifying than watching them blossom under each other’s ministering hands…and mouths…and, well, you get the idea.

Fever brings conflict and tension. We want to eradicate it, but in the case of erotic romance, we are forced to let it overtake us. We are only too happy to suffer what the French call “le petit mort.” In giving oneself to another, we take on a new life and begin a new, sensual journey.

As writers, we hope you will travel that journey with us.

Please leave a comment with your email address and tell me about the worst case of lust fever you’ve ever experienced. You could win your choice of two books from my backlist!




LSB Cover Art Template for PhotoShopBear shifter Ryland Snow just wants peace. The peace and quiet afforded him at his woodsy retreat, the Ursa Fishing Lodge. As owner of the lodge, Ryland enjoys the tranquil life he’s created among his fellow shifters. He lives to maintain a safe haven for them, away from meddlesome human eyes.

When his rock star brother arrives, bringing trouble in the form of a possible hitman, Ryland is incensed. He’s been cleaning up Soren’s messes as long as he can remember, and is tired of his brother’s lecherous exploits.

Things go from bad to worse when Lia Goodblood stumbles upon Ryland and his lodge. Yes, the reclusive erotica author is easy on the eyes, but the human woman is more trouble than she’s worth. To say nothing of her bizarre fear of furry creatures.

Ryland determines to rid himself of her presence. But when he learns she’s on the run from a crazed fan, Ryland’s protective bear instincts flare. And the bear won’t be denied.


She was already reviving a few minutes later. Ryland let out a sigh of relief.

Thank God. When he’d first seen the petite woman hurtling through the trees, he’d worried someone was after her. But no one else had barreled behind her. And yet she’d seemed so scared.

They hadn’t helped, presenting her with a couple of snarling bears.

She moaned a little, and the soft sound warmed him, making him hard again. Damn. He glanced around the room, remembered he didn’t exactly tend to stash clothes in guest cabins, and raced for the bathroom. He grabbed a couple of clean towels off the rack and tossed one to Soren. “Cover yourself.”

Soren grinned like a devil and motioned to his nude bottom half. “I can conduct my flirting business much more efficiently this way.”

Ryland glared as he wrapped his lower half in the towel. “Cover yourself or I’ll strangle you with it, lover boy.”

His brother placed the woman’s backpack on the floor and threw the towel about his waist. “Such animosity is really not in keeping with your sainthood, Brother Ryland.”

Ryland ignored him and turned back to the woman. He didn’t know why it mattered so much she recover and feel comfortable in his presence, but it did. Of course, as owner of the lodge, it made sense he didn’t want to see anyone scared or hurt.

Yeah. That’s it. That’s all.

His rationalization did nothing to quell the nervous tremors in his gut, though. Or his excruciating hard-on.

Okay, she’s sorta pretty and has a body made for sin. So what? Get over yourself.

Clearly  it had been too long since he’d allowed himself to get lost in a woman’s body for more than a quick fuck. And this woman’s body deserved slow, leisurely loving. Greedy licks. Sensual tugs. Why, her breasts alone were so full and perfect, they just begged one to suck. To say nothing of those rounded hips and soft, womanly ass.

Ryland ran a hand over his face, feeling overly hot. Jesus Christ. Stop thinking like a horny teenager. You sound like Carter.

Besides, she was nothing like him. Human. And if time had taught him anything, it was the pursuit of romance with a nonshifter was a fool’s errand. She didn’t belong here on his resort, on his island. He needed to revive her and get her out of there.

Desperate to relieve the sudden, raging desire shooting up through his body, Ryland forced himself to look away from the woman. In doing so, he caught a glimpse of his brother. Soren was sitting next to her, his gaze contemplative, his eyes trained on her boobs. Ryland realized he didn’t like the way baby brother was looking at her. “Hey.”

Soren looked up. “What?”

“What are you staring at?”

Without batting an eye, Soren turned back to their unexpected guest. “Her. Can’t I stare?”

Ryland’s eyebrows shot up. “Staring at women has already gotten you into trouble. Maybe you should find a new hobby.” He stifled the low growl building in his throat. Now wasn’t the time for brawling, but he didn’t appreciate the way his brother gawked. His cool eye, appraising, as if he’d never seen anything like her before.

“You were checking her out too,” Soren replied.

“No, I wasn’t. I’m not interested in this … person,” Ryland retorted. As he uttered the words, he bit his tongue hard by mistake, as if confirming the words were a lie. “Damn,” he whispered, tasting blood.

“Do you think someone was chasing her?” Soren asked in a pensive tone, picking up one of his drumsticks and stroking it as if it were a lover’s finger.

“I don’t know.” Ryland sat on the other side of her small body and looked her up and down as she lay under the covers. Despite his mistrust of humans, he couldn’t help wondering who would frighten such a tiny, delicate thing. Had someone tried to hurt her? The very idea made him want to bash his head against the wall. Or better yet, bash any lowlife who dared to touch her.

No one touches her but me, his heart declared.


As another stress headache shot through his brain, he wondered at the ferocity and lunacy of the feeling.


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12957 (167x250)Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author with Liquid Silver Books. Her books include For the Love of a God, Up In Flames, Sweet Hell, The Selkie, Sunburn and her newest Predator’s Kiss. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair.

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Be sure to come back tomorrow, to meet Patricia Bates 🙂

Day 7 – Debra Smith – Picnics

I’m delighted to feature Debra as part of July Fever. Amongst other things, she’s the author of the hot ‘n’ sexy Koning Clan shifter series. Mmmmmm… wolves….. 🙂

Debra’s giveaway is the first 2 books in her Koning Clan series, and to enter, you simply need to leave a comment (with your email address).

Over to you, Debra 🙂



When I think of July Fever I am reminded of summer picnics down by the water. In my newest release in my Koning Clan series Escaping Love, Clint and Alex do just that.

Here’s an excerpt:


“Wait here while I grab our lunch. I’m going to take you to my favorite place on the ranch.”

She nodded and dug the toe of her boot into the loose dirt. She seemed out of sorts to him but he didn’t know why. It didn’t matter, because soon she would only be thinking about him and how his touch brought her more pleasure than she ever dreamed possible.

Once he got her beneath him she would never want to leave. She’d be his and he could finally have his dream of a family. With mixed breeds, the girls would take after their mother and the boys would take after their father. They would literally fight like cats and dogs. He couldn’t imagine anything better.

He retrieved the basket full of food with a special treat for dessert. At the end, he would taste her on his lips. He quickened his pace, grabbing her hand as he passed to hurry his sullen Little Cat.

“You sure are in a hurry. You must be starving.”

“You could say that.”

With his added height, one of his steps equaled about two of hers, so she ran to keep up.  Though she tried it seemed as if they were moving at a snail’s pace.

“Fuck it.”

He stopped, slid the basket up his forearm, placed his hands around her tiny waist, and lifted a squealing Alex over his shoulder. He held her in place with one hands while his sure footing allowed for faster travel. The basket slid back down to his hand.

“What do you think you’re doing? Put me down.”

Little fists pummeled his back.

“You were moving too slow.”

“I was doing the best I could. It’s not easy to keep up you. What’s gotten into you?”

He grunted, happy because he could cover more ground with her and her bitable ass sat inches from his face.

“Did you just grunt at me? You’ve gone and went caveman on me. I’ll have you know I’m not the type of girl to sit here and take this. This is a fair warning. Put me down.”

Clint’s favorite spot came into view, making him ignore the protesting female dangling from his back. Underestimating her proved to be his first mistake when pain shot through his butt cheek. He stumbled a little but still kept going.

“Did you just bite my ass?”

“Of course not.”

His ass was throbbing, and she had the nerve to sound offended.

“I clawed it.”

She clawed it. The little harpy knew he wouldn’t believe that excuse. They couldn’t shift only part of their body. It was all or nothing.

As soon as he disarmed her he would feed her, bathe her, and then have her for dessert. Finally, he made it. Deciding to torture himself further, he slid her down his body then placed her on the ground. Her brows knit together and she kept searching his face as though she couldn’t figure him out. He made sure she couldn’t see what unfolded behind her.

She placed her hands on her hips. “Well you’ve got me here. Now what?”

“We eat, but first turn around.”

He wished he could read her thoughts when she saw his favorite place for the first time. When he found it while exploring in his youth he kept it for himself, private place for him to escape to. It helped a lot during his teens when Jesse got on his nerves or he nursed a broken heart. But he never shared it with anyone until today.

Her sudden intake of breath clued him in on her reaction.

“It’s like something from a dream.”

He tried to see her through her eyes. Large cottonwoods formed a large fence to one side while steep cliffs rose up from the other. A waterfall from a natural spring seemed to come from the face of the rock as if brought by magic. The mist from the water often caught the rays from the sun, forming rainbows.

The banks of the crystal clear pool of water had smooth black boulders forming a nice area to sit and bask in the sun. He removed the lunch from the basket while she stood completely mesmerized by the sight. He took his time giving her a visual massage while she seemed to memorize everything from the sound of the birds in the trees to the chirping of the squirrels, and the sweet smell of wildflowers mixed with sage.

Some would call her view captivating but his was downright hypnotizing.

“I’m starving, darlin’. If we don’t start eating soon I’m gonna have to find something else to keep me occupied.”

She turned, a smile knocking his whole world off balance.



EscapingLove240Eva, a rare white panther, is desperate to avoid her family and their expectations. Hundreds of years of tradition force her to run to the newly appointed Queen only to find her gone. Hopelessness causes her to invoke the right of Hospitality and everything that goes with it, including the mouthwatering lupine cowboy with talented hands. When he whispers her name she’s tempted to submit as long as he meets her every desire.

Clint, the beta wolf of the Koning Clan, is tired of troublesome females walking through the doors of Gryph’s Bar. The last one changed history. Now, a small, seductive feline grates on his nerves and beckons his primitive instincts. Even though she’s trouble, her taste drives him to addiction. Law dictates he must protect her, but the way she calls to his beast may lead to their undoing. As a male with no knowledge of his past how can they have a future?





Transforming Love (Koning Clan #1)

Transforming_Love200Jenny never expected her thirst for freedom to lead to her capture. Family secrets prevent her from running from the only man tempting enough to make her submit to her body’s desires.

Gryph is dark, sexy, and determined to win Jenny in the Slag, a contest revered by his kind. As the leader of his Clan he’s used to getting his way, until her. Can he give Jenny her freedom while winning her heart?




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Faking it…….

Not that sort of faking it…. * rolls eyes *

I live in New Zealand, one of the most beautiful countries in the world, and the sheer magnificence of the scenery usually inspires my writing. But I’ve hit a problem. I’m trying to write a Christmas-themed novella about a wolf shifter trying to get home in a snowstorm after being injured in a trap.

I’m thinking about snowy landscapes, log fires, and Christmas carols. Here, the sun is shining, lambs are gambolling, cherry blossoms adorn the trees. Doh!

Maybe I need to look elsewhere for inspiration?

 from Marathon Man

from Marathon Man

There’s a great story that when Dustin Hoffman was involved with the movie Marathon Man, his character was depicted as looking like he had stayed awake for three nights. Dustin, being a method actor, decided to stay  up for three nights in real life in order for it to look more realistic.

When he came to the set, Laurence Olivier (An actor some consider one of the greatest in the world) asked him why he looked so tired and Dustin told him. Olivier paused for a moment, and then made the famous statement, “Try acting, dear boy…it’s much easier.”

So, as I mentally throw another log onto the fire and reach for an ice cream instead of a mince pie, I could try the following to get into the right frame of mind:

  • reading books set in winter; the colder and more snowy, the better
  • ditto with movies; that one with Jake Gyllenhall battling against the freak snowstorm will be perfect
  • taking a cold shower and pretending I’m caught in a blizzard
  • try defrosting the freezer…

On second thoughts, I’ll fake it. Pass the mulled wine please…..


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The Day The Laptop Died (with apologies to Don McLean)

So bye, bye my Toshiba laptop,

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry…

Only in this case, it was a beat-up Mazda and it wasn’t a levee but a series of electrical stores. The result was still the same. I came up dry and without a replacement * sad face *

You could argue that my laptop isn’t actually dead, it’s only the screen that has finally given up, and I can still use it when I connect it to an external monitor… but… kinda defeats the idea of it being a lap-top, huh? It can go anywhere… as long as it has a 15” screen attached on the end of a wire. Yeah right.

I set off yesterday with an optimistic smile, fully expecting to come home with a shiny new laptop in a box, and be surfing and writing again by sunset. So what went wrong? It’s just a laptop, right?

It came down to one word. CHOICE.

Have you looked at them recently? So many decisions. Memory. Hard drive size. Processor. Screen size. One mouse button or two? Or none? Screen resolution. Battery life. Operating system. And then you finally get to Cost, oh and availability. Sod’s Law dictates that when you finally pick one, the damn thing isn’t in stock.

I spent all afternoon comparing options and then came home to investigate the even wider range available on mail order… I felt like crying. My supermarket stocks precisely 6 brands of ground coffee. Deciding which to buy takes, oh, 10 seconds at most. So I tried again today. Looked at so many that my head was at risk of turning into a giant disk drive, it was spinning so fast.

And then I finally made my choice. It met my specifications, was only slightly more expensive than I’d planned to spend… and the only one left was the display model. Okay, I told myself, it’s still good. But since the shop was about to close, and the sales assistant assured me he HAD to reformat the hard drive in order to sell it in a ‘clean’ state, I couldn’t take it home with me. With luck, it will be delivered tomorrow and I can finally resume the oh so important piece of work that I need it for.

My fingers are crossed, my toes would be if I could cross them (although that sounds painful, so maybe not!), and I will spend tomorrow in an agony of anticipation, waiting for The Call from my hubby.

So what is this Important Piece of Work that is hanging in limbo? It’s my latest manuscript. My crit-partner ( and I have challenged ourselves to write a Shifter Short Story each. She’s half finished while I’ve barely scratched the surface! Mine has a Christmas theme and I plan to publish it as another freebie here on my website, so I have a few weeks yet. I’ll let you know when it’s done 🙂

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