Monday, October 13, 2014

Blog Tour & Giveaway - Wrong For You by Lisa Cardiff

Alec Reed, the drummer for Chasing Ruin, has secrets…lots of them. He can’t even remember a day without them because it all started before he was born. He’s spent his life trying to outrun his past, until he ends up back in the town where it all began.

Violet Emerson knows exactly where her life is going and exactly what she wants until Alec Reed walks into her life. With his dark tattoos and his sexier than sin eyes, Alec is everything her parents warned her about. She knows she should keep her distance, but something about him sucks her in and she can’t let go.

But will Alec’s secrets destroy everything?

He pried her fingers away from his hips and pulled her shirt over her head. His white-hot gaze seeped into her pours making her tremble. She reached out to pull him against her, but he wrapped his hands around her wrists, pinning her hands next to her hips on the kitchen counter. “Don’t move. Let me see you,” he said as his fingers whispered across the tops of her breasts so lightly her skin pebbled under his touch. “Do know how sexy you are?”
“Not sexy,” she mumbled because she didn’t think of herself that way. Cute, attractive, pretty maybe, but sexy she was not. Sexy was reserved for beautifully styled woman on the cover of a magazine with perfect clothes and hair. She didn’t have either and she really didn’t care before this moment. “Not compared to you.”
Alec chuckled as his lips twisted into a cocky grin. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He reached around her back unclasping her bra, sliding the straps down her shoulders with a reverential swipe of his fingers.
Her eyes fluttered as she arched toward. “You’re so out of my league. We’re not even in the same hemisphere.” She was the girl next door, whereas he was larger than life, living in LA, probably brushing up against stars, attending functions she couldn’t even fathom for his job at the agency. She wasn’t meant for that type of life.
His hands paused, no longer moving and she opened her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Don’t say that. It’s not true.”
She opened her mouth to object, but he placed his finger over her lips.
“If anyone isn’t good enough here it me.” Darkness flashed across his face. He had secrets lots of them, she realized and a tinge of unease slithered down her spine. “I’m not a good person, Violet, but when I look at you, I want to be.” He looked up at the ceiling momentarily. “Maybe that counts for something,” he mumbled, his voice almost inaudible.

After spending years practicing law and a million other things, Lisa decided to pursue her dream of becoming a writer and she must confess that inventing characters is so much more fun than writing contracts and legal briefs. A native of Colorado, she lives with her husband and three children in Denver. When she isn’t managing the chaos of raising three children and owning her own business, she can be found reading or writing a book.


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Blog Tour & Giveaway - Decorated With Love by Parker James

Chase Moore was devastated when he learned his hot boyfriend proposed to a woman. With his love life in tatters, Chase pours himself into his interior design career. But when a fabric order for an important client goes awry, it threatens to put him over the edge. Drowning his sorrows in a cup of hot, black coffee before consulting on his next big job seems like the answer—until he see Frank.

Frank Hilliard didn’t believe in fate or karma or any of those silly things when he stopped into the java shop, until a powerful attraction draws him to meet a gorgeous man’s gaze. He approaches the stranger’s table with every intention of following a gut instinct to get to know him better—much better.

When Chase discovers the man who sets his body—and soul—on fire is the husband of his newest client, he vows not to be the 'other man' again, but his heart and his body just aren't listening. Frank awakens feelings he never wanted to have--raw and primal--and just when Chase is certain it has to end, the real truth of Frank's situation reveals a stunning secret that promises more than Chase ever bargained for.
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Chapter One

“Damask? Who ordered the damask? Certainly not me. I wanted silk—the soft sage green silk I sent you the swatch of last week!” Chase broke the connection on his cellular with as much conviction as he could manage.
He swore, wishing he’d taken that call on his office phone, a good old-fashioned handset device that allowed you to slam down a receiver so a caller could feel the wrath as you truly meant it. He shook his head incredulously. Silk. Soft sage green silk—the perfect material for Ms. Conrad’s penthouse boudoir curtains—and some buffoon at the warehouse filled his order with damask! The horror swamped Chase, especially since he didn’t have the opportunity to break a phone receiver at the warehouse fulfillment worker’s expense.
Only one immediate cure popped into his mind at this moment—a nine-thirty-in-the-morning moment when a glass of Scotch whisky, neat, was out of the question—a good, strong cup of the blackest coffee Chase could find, along with the richest, most calorie-laden warm cinnamon roll, dripping in buttery, sugary icing. Well, at least the black coffee, he considered as he looked for the damned silk order form all over his desk at Just For You, the full-service concierge home store where he was a partner and worked as the resident interior design expert. I’d have the cinnamon roll and instantly regret the choice. Maybe I’ll settle for a muffin—easier on the waistline but decadent enough to soothe my pain, especially if they still have those carrot ones with the cream cheese icing.
Chase bolted from the desk chair with what he knew to be unnecessary force, grabbed his cell phone, and left his office. Giving his office door as much of a slam as he dared—what if Stefan or, even worse, Kurt had clients in their offices?—he purposefully made his way down the wide internal hallway and out to the reception area, stopping there to address the receptionist and interrupting her from what he was sure must be a very juicy romance novel.
“Wanda, I’m stepping out for about an hour. If those imbeciles at the warehouse call about the Conrad order, tell them I’ll get back to them in about twelve hundred calories.”
Chase barreled past a stunned and totally-clueless Wanda, down the elevator and headed out onto the sidewalk. He didn’t care if she understood. Right now, he just didn’t care about much. The morning air still crisp, Chase took a long, deep breath, as if clearing his lungs would rid him of the frustration the morning had already given him. A short walk to the trendy coffee shop on the next corner would be just the thing to cleanse his mood and give him a fresh outlook for a new beginning on the day. What had happened to him last week, along with snafus like this morning, were cutting into his otherwise positive outlook about himself personally and his burgeoning career as one of the areas up-and-coming new designers. His thoughts drifted back to how the trouble had all began.
“What do you mean you’re going to ask her to marry you?”
Chase could still remember the shrieking tone in his voice when he asked his lover of several months how he could want to be with a woman…and forever. Chase and Brad had been quite the item—or at least it seemed that way to Chase.
Yes, Brad had been dating Sylvia when they first met. In fact, Chase remembered the first time they’d laid eyes on each other—and shortly after, hands, tongues, and…well, everything else. Their meeting had occurred during one of Brad’s dates with the woman.
Chase had been invited to a big gathering at a local estate. He’d been privileged to design and supervise a huge redecoration project there. The invitees numbered over a hundred and Chase frankly had to stifle yawns of boredom. Good business mandated, though, that he hang around and be recognized as the person who created the luxurious ambiance the guests so enjoyed. Regardless of the money their firm spent on advertising, the best source of leads remained word of mouth and networking. Given how many people were in attendance and the quantity of champagne the waiters seemed to be pouring, there would be plenty of word of mouth happening.
He watched as the hostess—what a pain she had been to work with—wove among the guests, shaking hands, laughing, making conversation. He even noticed that while she circulated, her husband used the opportunity to visit with every young, pretty thing in the room, copping the occasional feel. Chase just shook his head in wonderment. The woman was a dyed-in-the-wool bitch, but even she didn’t deserve to be disrespected in that way, especially in front of her guests at her very own house.
What a circus. If I stay about a half hour longer, I should be able to leave without sacrificing any future coups. Chase grabbed another glass of champagne, leaned back against the stone pillar, and resumed his favorite pastime—checking out the men at the party. The women held little allure for him, unless they had deep pockets and a need to hire a decorator. Chase’s interest focused more on the faces, builds, asses, and bulges of the male guests. He hadn’t been laid in quite some time and the tension built in him.
He’d just about determined the dark-haired man with the older blonde woman had to be gay and a hired escort for the night when someone brushed against his shoulder—a little too close to be accidental.
“I don’t think you’re checking out the woman for some action there, pal. I think you’re sizing up her date. Do you think he’s the right size for you?” the masculine voice whispered softly, its timbre filled with innuendo.
Chase steeled himself not to turn around. The thrill the hot, suggestive statement promised had gone straight to his groin and his dick woke immediately.
Taking a deep breath, Chase kept his eyes forward but turned his head ever-so-slightly in the direction of the voice at his shoulder, replying in the same tone the man used. “How very astute of you. But to answer your question… I don’t know. They say size isn’t important, but I’m thinking I could use long, hard, and large right about now.” Chase smiled inside as he considered he’d returned as good as the mystery voice had given, and the excitement of the game they played made him even harder as he finished his statement.
“Well, if you need long, hard, and large right now, maybe you don’t have to search too far away. Why don’t you just look here?”
Chase turned to face the source of the mysterious voice and fell straight into the deepest nearly-black eyes he’d ever seen. The man, his exact height and build, stood eye-to-eye and so close they were nearly nose-to-nose. Chase’s cock twitched, and he considered briefly if the mystery man’s did the same, they could duel like swordsman—horny maleness seeking satisfaction.
“So, it seems you may have an interest in fulfilling a need I have,” Chase addressed the man, not moving a muscle closer or backing away. “It’s a powerful need, and it will take someone of considerable ardor to satisfy it. Do you think you can handle it?”
The dark-eyed stranger didn’t flinch when he gave Chase a piercing stare and replied in a thick, even voice, “Handling you expresses exactly what I had in mind—right now. And I think you’ll find my ardor sufficient to please.”
Chase wouldn’t play games any longer. It was becoming rather painful, standing inches from what was quickly developing into a very promising situation. He gave the man a meaningful glance and made his way down the steps leading off the pool deck into the manicured gardens below. He strolled slowly but deliberately to the darkest, most secluded spot he could find. Once there, he quickly freed his stiff dick. The head already dripped with the juice of potential fulfillment. He couldn’t resist the temptation to stroke his organ while he waited, hoping he’d been followed—and finding out quickly he had.
The handsome stranger’s eyes widened when he noticed Chase’s hand wrapped around his hardened sex, the head glistening with pre-cum. The man stepped closer, freed his own cock, and grasped it firmly.
“Beautiful,” he said before his mouth descended on Chase’s.
Hot, wet, and demanding, Chase didn’t think he’d ever wanted a kiss so badly.
Pulling back, he managed to gasp, “I need your cock.”
“And I need yours,” the man answered then removed his grip on his own staff and led Chase to switch hands, so he held the stranger’s length and the man grasped Chase’s firmly.
For the next several minutes, Chase fought to stay ahead of his feelings and his approaching orgasm. Chase joined their cocks in the same hand, giving each pull of his sex the double friction of two men’s hands and the feel of another cock rubbing and throbbing against his—intense and nasty, needy and primal. He deepened their kiss—wet and desperate. His tongue probed and darted, matching the cock strokes—hot, horny. Finally, as if on cue, Chase’s release gave way, along with the man’s, their cum mixing in their hands.
That surprise encounter had been the beginning of him and Brad. After their adventure that night, Brad slipped Chase a business card with his contact information and went back to the party to find his date and girlfriend, Sylvia, who’d made a trip to the lounge to freshen up. Chase had known about Sylvia from the beginning, but Brad had been the hottest and sexiest partner he’d ever had. Besides, Brad had told him Sylvia was a nice woman that he cared about but their relationship was really no big deal. Brad spent time with Sylvia and never talked badly about her, but based upon what Brad had told him, Chase believed he used her more as a ‘beard’ to keep the world at large from discovering what a true ‘man’s man’ he was. Brad always found time for them to get together—and get together they did. They couldn’t keep their hands off one another. They’d almost been caught several times.
Chase closed his eyes while he waited at the light, remembering the feeling of Brad’s hot, wet mouth wrapped around his dick. And it had been so long since he’d sunk his cock into Brad’s sweet, sweet ass or taken Brad’s dick into his.
Brad never promised Chase anything, but Chase had secretly hoped Brad would realize they were meant to be together. After all, everything with them seemed to fit perfectly. How can Brad not see that? But just last week Brad had destroyed his hopes with the news he intended to ask Sylvia to marry him.
“We can still get together,” Brad had said.
Stricken and lovesick over the news, he had his limits—fucking a married man among them. Chase called it off, then and there. After tears, scotch, and a couple of movie musical DVDs accompanied by buttery popcorn, he’d readied himself to face the world again. But what did the world give him? Damask! Damned damask!

Chapter Two
Chase entered the coffee shop, needing that hot, black coffee more than ever. Luckily, there were only a couple people ahead of him in the queue, giving him just enough time to consider his choices of pastry. The desired and dreaded carrot cake slathered with cream cheese icing tempted him mightily but he tore his gaze away from it, trying to whip up some interest in the healthier but decidedly boring bran muffin.
“Hey, Chase, what’s your pleasure today?” Mandy, the barista asked. “You look like your dog got run over, and you don’t even have a dog. No offense.”
“None taken, and anything that isn’t made of damask or named Brad will work fine,” Chase answered, knowing Mandy wouldn’t have a clue what the hell he was talking about but not being able to refrain from spitting out exactly how he felt nonetheless.
“All righty then… One no-damask, no-Brad coming right up—not. Would you like to try that order again?” Mandy laughed, and Chase had to smile at her one arched eyebrow and her cute dimples, even though they did nothing for him that way.
“Sure, Mand,” he forced a smile and called her by her nickname to soften his initial comment. Just because he felt lower than a snake’s belly wasn’t reason to take it out on her. He was a regular and she was one of his java besties. They’d passed more than a few hours when she wasn’t busy, commiserating about life disappointments in general and man problems in specific. “I’ll just take coffee black this time. Give me the darkest roast you’ve got ready, please.”
“Want a pastry with that?” Mandy threw the question back over her shoulder to him while she dispensed the coffee. He could see the steam rising from the brew, and he was hopeful its warmth would cure what ailed him.
“Nah, thanks though. I think I’ll behave myself this morning, though tell your Nana that the carrot cake should be illegal. I’m going to call the police and have them at her door one of these days.”
That made Mandy smile and with a wink, she handed him the cup, took his money, and turned to the next customer.
Coffee in hand, Chase made his way to an empty table in the corner. Maybe a few minutes of quiet and hot java, would pick him up. He congratulated himself on avoiding the muffin, but he wasn’t entirely certain he wouldn’t weaken, go back to the counter, and get it and the carrot cake after all. His current outlook on life? Down—about as down as anyone could be. The breakup with Brad had really shattered his confidence in the relationship department.
Wait, could we even have a breakup if Brad kept his relationship with his girlfriend the entire time? What did we have besides some really hot sex? How much of a jerk am I, believing him and cheating with him on the side? Shit. That’s so not me—or at least it’s not who I thought I was or who I ever wanted to be.
Staring into his steaming coffee, Chase reflected on the realization he’d wasted months of his life on a relationship that likely was all in his imagination. Brad had used him. He’d been nothing to the man he cared for but a sex toy, a fuck buddy. His stomach dropped with the understanding and made Chase feel even worse, if that were possible. What an idiot! I deserve someone who returns my feelings and doesn’t consider me just an easy lay—even if I acted like one!
And then the business—damn that damask! Chase couldn’t even get an order right this week. Kurt bouncing off the ceiling was a given. He involuntarily cringed at the thought of facing that when he got back to his office.
Kurt, one of the triumvirate involved in Just for You, along with Stefan and Chase, had turned their boyhood friendship into a partnership that suited each of their individual talents. Chase had a knack for color and design detail. Stefan was a master carpenter and all-around handyman, and Kurt possessed an uncanny ability to market, woo potential customers, and coordinate the financial and physical details of project organization and fulfillment. Together they’d forged the most successful concierge design business in the city—and in a relatively short time.
Chase felt pride in the three of them. They’d met in grade school and been quite the trio. They were as different as they were alike, and those similarities and differences were what made their friendship special.
Chase had always been the smaller, more slightly built of most of the kids in school and the very interests that led him to eventually become a decorator also opened him to harassment and bullying. He was proud of his creative eye and his artistic abilities now, but during those awkward, formative years, they had been challenging, to say the least.
He remembered it as if it were yesterday. He’d been walking home from school one day—he thought it was during his fifth grade year—when a couple of the older—and much bigger—boys from his class had cornered him against Mrs. Johnson’s hedgerow.
“Hey, squirt, got any treats in that bookbag for us?” They’d crowded up to him, making him instantly fearful. It wasn’t the first time he’d been put upon this way by these boys, and they had friends who did similar things as well.
Chase hadn’t known what to say. His bookbag didn’t have anything in it they would like, and he somehow knew that wasn’t going to bode well for him. So, he just remained silent, waiting to see what fate would befall him. It seemed the safest route to take.
“What’s the matter, buddy? Cat got your tongue?” The one named Marv put a beefy palm against Chase’s chest and pushed him back farther against the hedge. The branches poked his back and he felt the sting of scrapes against his arms. There’d be some scratches there, for sure. Still he remained silent. What’s the point of trying to reason with them?
Suddenly the other boy—wasn’t Chad his name?—grabbed Chase’s jaw and squeezed his mouth into a painful pucker.
“Hey, pretty boy? Wanna give me a treat from your bag—or maybe you want to share another kind? I think you’re one of those sissy boys who’d rather play dolls with the girls and play mush-mush games with other boys. Is that the kind of treat you’d like to give us? Gimme a kissy-kissy.” He’d put his face so close up to Chase’s that Chase could smell his fetid breath.
Man, who’d want to kiss that mouth? Chase’s fear was momentarily pierced by that thought and he nearly smiled. Now that would not be a smart thing to do.
Chase just remained silent and still, hoping against hope that they might move on or at the very least, not hurt him too badly. He’d closed his eyes to wait for their next taunting salvo when suddenly the hands that had been grabbing at him were wrenched away, pulling him forward a bit with them.
The memory of opening his eyes and seeing two other boys, taller than him and definitely more physical, holding onto Marv and Chad with relative ease, still stayed with Chase. One of them—he knew now it had been Kurt—addressed the bullies.
“Now what are the two of you doing? Don’t you know it isn’t a good thing to bother a friend of ours?” Kurt shook Marv just a little as he delivered the question in a deceptively sweet and sing-songy tone.
A friend? Chase had seen these two around the school, but they’d never met, much less formed a friendship. But at this moment, he wasn’t about to contradict his rescuer’s statement. About that time, the other boy—Stefan, he’d later learned—literally picked Chad up and tossed him into a nearby bush.
“Don’t ever let me see you near this guy again. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll give him a wide berth—unless you want to grow up in that hedge you tried to back him into, that is.” Stefan wiped his hands on his jeans, as if needing to clean himself off after putting out the garbage.
Giving Marv a shove so he landed on top of Chad, Kurt clapped Stefan on the back, they exchanged a high five, and turned to Chase.
“Hey, dude, I’m Kurt. This is Stefan. Want to go grab a soda?”
And that’s how it had begun. Their friendship had only deepened since that day. Chase recalled their awkward phases and the uncertainty, embarrassment then wonder at the realization they were all gay. They’d navigated the sometimes-treacherous waters of growth from being children, to adolescents, and on into adulthood—and they’d done it together. They’d even come out to their families together. What a night that had been. They’d planned a multi-family cookout, and over dessert of triple chocolate cake, they’d broken the news. Chase smiled when he pictured the looks of shock on some of the faces and the mix of reactions. They’d nearly held their collective breath until their parents had ultimately come to terms with what their sons had chosen to share with them en masse. Thankfully everyone had accepted them and who they’d discovered themselves to be. Chase smiled when he reviewed the memory.
That night, along with all the other experiences we’ve shared, forged a bond among us that’s saved my ass on more than one occasion. Life might be shit right now, but my friends are the best.
He might not have Brad, but at least Chase had his best buddies and his business, even if he would have to deal with—
I have got to let go of the damned damask! If they won’t take it back, maybe I can use it in Mrs. Shaupenouer’s dining room design.
Chase had nearly made peace with the morning’s material order error when fate made him look up, straight into the gaze of the best-looking man ever born.
Damn! Who are you and where have you been all my life?
The attraction to the tall, dark-haired man felled Chase instantly—mentally, emotionally, and physically. He even felt a little lightheaded, which didn’t really surprise him, since so much blood seemed to have rushed from his brain to his suddenly wide-awake and rising-to-attention dick. Dropping his head to stare into his now-empty coffee cup, he suddenly had more questions than answers.
Who are you? Why are you looking at me? Are you interested? What should I do now?
Parker James is a unique, multi-variant personality who loves everything that has to do with love. Parker lives in Florida surrounded by wonderful friends, a home she remodeled herself—well, okay, paid someone to do what she wanted—and a rescued feral cat. While a published author in other areas, this is one of Parker's first forays into M/M romantic erotica, but there are many, many more to come! Email:

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Friday, October 10, 2014

Review, Blog Tour & Giveaway - Tatted Love by Kathryn Jacobs

Lexi Starr is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Derek, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.
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I don’t know if I am begging him to let me go or kiss me. My breath hasn’t slowed yet and his is increasing. Seconds feel like minutes and he removes one of his hands from my wrist but his outer is large enough to hold both. For a quick second, I think he is going to slap me but moves his hand up my cheekbone and gently tucks my hair behind my ear. I swear I can feel his pulse as his lips to mine causing fires to erupt in my belly. I swear this is the feeling I have been waiting for and I have longed for since Saturday night. If only I could feel this ever day. I don’t let myself think about why I am kissing him or what he will say after.

All I focus on is the way he let go of my wrist and pressed his body against mind. The way my tongue somehow follows his and my hands wrap themselves around his next as my legs wrap around his waist. I bury my fingers into his gently tugging at it as he moans.
Kathryn Jacob was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Before getting into writing she showed the All American Quarter horses around the world. Kathryn has won many prizes. After she sold her sat horse in August 2013, she decided to start writing. Who knew that it would take her a year to release Mated to the Alpha. This is a huge accomplishment for a 19 year old girl and to this day she will continue to write.



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Review by Allison

Tatted Love was a quick read for me. I love reading stories that are in a college setting. Lexi is a smart, girl who gets good grades, has a boyfriend that is nice and a life to be happy about. She sets off to college and meets her roommate who seems to be the polar opposite of Lexi. Oh, and then she meets Derek. He is the tatted up rude boy who knows how push her buttons. She thought she had her life pretty much figured out but meeting Derek and experiencing College life with her roommate has given her a different look on what she wants. 
Overall I did enjoy this book. I didn't realize this was part of a series so I wasn't prepared for some questions to go unanswered. My one wish is that it was a bit longer, but again, I think that's because I wanted to know some certain things.
I give Tatted Love a rating of 3.5 

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Blog Tour & Giveaway - My Coyote Ugly Life by Jessica Spoon

“How on earth do I get myself in these situations? I swear it’s like a never-ending bad dream. One of all my mistakes that continuously bite me in my size ten ass.”

Azaria ‘Ree’ Gable had her one experience with heartbreak and that was enough for her. She’s perfectly satisfied with her ‘One Month Rule’ and doesn't need her life changing anytime soon.

When circumstances take her back home, she learns things have changed…

A lot…

First and foremost being with the complete and astonishing overhaul and revamp of the Belton Police Department, where apparently the application was changed to state ‘Ugly Men Need Not Apply’ and the only requirement is ‘How Well Do You Look In This Uniform?’

Ree unexpectedly catches the eye of the new ‘gina-quiver inducing Chief of Police Grayson Cole, which starts an endless game of cat and mouse.

Will Ree let go of her misconceptions about relationships and allow Grayson to show her how beautiful life can really be?
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It’s now six o’clock and I’m sitting down to try to get ahead on a little work for an author friend of mine that wants me to help her come up with some graphics. I just get my program pulled up when the doorbell rings. 
I walk out of my office, turn and head to the door. I look out the peephole and see Chief Cole standing there. I immediately duck down, because everyone knows that cops can see through those little holes. It’s some kind of special tactical training they have to go through at the academy. 
I, ever… so… quietly, walk backwards down the hall. Then there is a pounding at the door (you know the one I’m talking about. Cop Move 2. The three quick pounds on the door that are able to wake the dead.). I freeze and don’t breathe for a moment. Just in case.
“Ree! Open the damn door!” he says, sounding exasperated. 
I continue my mission impossible escape back into my office. My desk faces the front windows, so I covertly move to the side that has the string to close the blinds. I plaster my back against the wall and, slowly, pull on the string. The blinds are on the opposite side from the string, and they are almost all the way to me when a face appears on the other side of the glass next to me.
“Aaaaeeee!” I scream out, hands flailing, ducking down and throwing my hands over my head.
“Ree,” he says seriously; his voice muffled through the glass, “Open the damn door.” 
I lift my head and look up at him through the window, “No.” I’m pretty proud of the fact that my voice comes out strong and defiant, despite the fact that I totally freaked out. 
“No!” I stand up and put my hands on my hips. “You can’t make me.” I grab the string and close the blinds the rest of the way, then go back to my desk, sit down and decide to get back to work.
Except it’s kind of hard, knowing he’s just on the other side of the window… 
Nope. Back to work. 
I bring up a couple pictures and begin to manipulate them. I push away all thoughts of Chief Panty Melter and begin to work diligently. I look at the clock on my computer, after what feels like an hour, and realize it’s only been two minutes. I look back at my double monitors; I haven’t done anything other than stare at the pictures. I can’t freaking concentrate!
Fuck it!
I get up and walk over to the window. I pull the blinds apart and deftly look out. 
He’s not there. 
I open them further and look all around my front yard. There is no trace of him. 
I mean, good. Yeah. It’s good news.
“Looking for something?”
“What the fuck!” I scream, spinning around, my hand flying to my chest. Chief Panty Melter is leaning against the wall, arms crossed, smiling at me. “How the hell did you get in here?!” I demand.
He tilts his head back, “Back door was unlocked,” he answers.
“So, you… you just came right in?” I demand, my voice a little weak. Dammit. 
“Well,” he raises his brows, looks down at himself and the fact that he is very much in my house, then looks back up at me, “yeah.”
“That’s a B&E and you’re a cop!”
 “And?” I jerk my head back. “And?” I demand, getting closer to him and in his face, “You can’t just break into someone’s house!” I screech, stomping my feet and holding my fists tight to my sides, arms straight. 
He moves quick. Really quick. One second, I’m in his face yelling, the next he has my back against the wall, his body holding mine in place and his hands resting against the wall on either side of my head.
His eyes roam over my face with an intensity I don’t recognize.
“Fuck,” he says quietly. “Has anyone ever told you how unbelievably sexy you are when you’re mad?”
I blink.
I blink again.
One more time.
Did I just hear him right?
“What?” I breathe out in shock.
“Baby, I’ve never been more turned on than I am at this exact fucking moment.”


My first book, Darkness Deserved, released July of 2013. It is the first book in the Shattering the Darkness Series.

I'm crazy and love my friends, family and booze.

I used to never read when I was growing up. My mother always tried to get me to read and I wanted no part in it. I figured why read when it's going to be a movie? (Yes, like I said crazy.)

Well a few years ago I jumped on the Twilight band wagon. I've always loved supernatural movies and when I saw the previews I knew I wanted to see it. And see it I did. I immediately went out and bought the books and became hooked.

They came to me at a very special time in my life.

I discovered I loved to read and found my nitch in the paranormal and romance genre. I started a book club with a cousin and all of a sudden these thoughts kept assaulting my brain.

So I wrote them down. Then, deciding that I wanted to write, I contacted some wonderfully amazing women who helped me through the process.

I now have three books under my belt and am still learning constantly.

My Life Series, is by far my favorite to write. There are some events in the story that are based on actual events that have happened in my life.

I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed living them.


EJ Button