Saturday, November 20, 2021


Hey, all. This is going to be a bummer update, so apologies in advance. Back in August I went into Urgent Care to get treated for extreme head pressure, pain and dizziness that'd been bothering me for about a week. At first I assumed it was related to my EHS but the dizziness was something new and extremely scary so I figured I better not blow it off. They put me on a prednisone burst and sent me home. Since that day, I've been to two additional Urgent Cares and a trip to the ER and I still don't have any conclusive answers as to what is going on with me. The dizziness has mostly let up and is really only an issue sometimes when I'm lying down. The headaches are pretty much a daily presence, as is the anxiety that goes along with them. Sleep...yeah, that's not happening so much. In other words, I'm pretty much an effed up mess right now. 

That brings me to the part of this post that has me ready to cry. I was really hoping to be able to release Triple Trouble on schedule but as some of you are probably aware I already had to push the date to December. Although it's the absolute last thing I want to do, I've made the decision to pull the preorder on Amazon.  I still plan to release Triple Trouble, and hopefully it will be no later than the first part of January. Please know that this is NOT an easy decision for me and I hate that I'm letting my readers down in any way. I'm keeping the preorder up on the other vendors and I will let you all know when the book goes live everywhere. 



Friday, December 27, 2019

Double Dirty Release Day + a Giveaway!

Happy Friday, everyone! I hope y'all had a wonderful holiday. I'm still in recovery mode from whatever this cold/flu bug that's been going around, BUT today is a big day for me so I'm dragging my sicko butt out of bed to celebrate my brand spanking new release. WOOHOO!!! I'm FREAKIN' ECSTATIC to finally get to share Double Dirty with you all. This book has everything I love in a story: Dirty sexy times, tons of humor, and a perverted, porn-addicted parrot.  Also, it has HOT IRISHMEN.

I know, right about now you're probably thinking to yourself, "Holy parrot balls, how can I get my hands on this book?" Well, I just happen to have some handy dandy links below to help you out with that situation. I also have a couple of other things you might want to check out.  Over at Romance Free Reads, you can score a bunch of awesome romance reads for absolutely FREE. Make sure to check it out today, though, because many of these books may only be free for today.  Secondly, I'm giving away a $10 Amazon giftcard to celebrate Double Dirty hitting the cyber shelves. Make sure to enter via the Rafflecopter form at the bottom of this post. Good luck, everyone!


Sawyer and Knox Sullivan. AKA: The Double Dirty. With a nickname like that, it’s no wonder they’re the top requested male escorts at Hunks for Hire. Andie Norris knows better than anyone to steer clear of the wild Irish brothers, thanks to her mom, who co-runs Hunks for Hire. But the dirty duo’s exploits are the perfect inspiration for Andie’s comic web series and the forbidden fuel for her fantasies. Fantasies she gets to live out week after week…and no one will ever know.

Hands off—it’s the unspoken rule between Knox and Sawyer when it comes to Andie. Pushing things past the flirt zone is only asking for trouble. For starters, her mom would kill them. And rightfully so. They’d have to be the biggest a-holes alive to corrupt Andie with a hot, filthy threesome. But apparently that’s exactly what they’re doing, judging from their naughty antics on her web serial. She thought they’d never uncover her little secret? Newsflash—fate always bites you in the arse. Now all bets are off. Andie is about to find out that when it comes to the Double Dirty, there’s no substitute for the real deal.


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Saturday, November 23, 2019

A Long Overdue Update

Hello, friends! As the title of my blogpost implies, this is a long overdue update from me. I'm sure many of you have noticed that I've been pretty quiet lately. A handful of people are aware of the reason for me not being around as much as I used to be. I decided it was time--way past time--to share my story with everyone.

I'm not someone who really likes to talk about my struggles, particularly health related. It just feels like I'm being a big bummer downer  if I unload that stuff on anyone. Which is why I tend to either downplay what's going on, or even joke about it. I won't do that this time, though. For a couple of reasons. Number one: I owe you guys the unvarnished, vulnerable me for this one. No sugarcoating the situation. Number two: this post might actually help others. I hope it does.

Some necessary background first. About two years ago, I noticed that my inflammation issues were getting progressively worse. Additionally, I was exhausted all of the time and would lose my focus constantly. Fibro runs in my family, so I figured it could be that, along with chronic fatigue. Then the 90 minute hot flashes arrived. I'd get them several times a day. Okay, maybe it's perimenopause. (Sorry, yes, this post is likely to get TMI. We're all adults here. <~~~I know, who thought those words would ever come out of my mouth? UGH!) Anyway, I figured I had my culprit. Or culprits, as the case might be. And it might very well have been the case to a degree, but it didn't occur to me then that there could be something else behind it all. Stirring the shitpot, so to speak.

My symptoms continued, the constant brain fog increasingly getting worse. There would be weeks when I'd be sitting at my computer and be forced to re-read what I'd just typed a second ago. I was in the middle of one of these unfocused spells when I was hit with what I can only describe as a red-hot drill bit being forced into my temples and my brain. A severe hot flash hit me at the same time, only this time it was accompanied with a strange pressure in my head and a tremor throughout my body that wouldn't stop. Terrified out of my mind by what was happening, I crawled to the bathroom, on the verge of either passing out or puking. All I knew was something was very wrong with me. As soon as I could get the energy to make it to the phone, I would call for an ambulance. I include this part because anyone who knows me knows that I'm a real stubborn jackass and it takes a lot to convince me to even see a doctor. The fact that I was even considering a trip to ER was very terrifying for me.

Almost the instant I was inside the bathroom, the sensations in my head lessened and the tremors stopped completely. I didn't trust myself to move, so I continued to lay on the floor until I felt well enough to go for my cellphone. The moment I touched my phone, the sensations returned. Only this time I could literally feel an electrical sensation pass from my phone, travel through my arm, and jab right into my eardrum, intensifying that red-hot drill bit in my brain. I pulled my hand away from my phone, and the sensation eased off again. I wouldn't say I had a lightbulb moment right then, but I did think it was odd and more than a slight coincidence that I sometimes felt sick if I spent more than an hour on my cellphone. Right then I started thinking about what else I spent a lot of time on. Way more than my cellphone. Something I had been using right up until the red hot drill bit made an appearance. My laptop. The same device I was always so brain fogged around.

Despite the signs my body had been giving me for years, I'd never once considered that I might have a sensitivity to electronic devices. To be honest, while I didn't scoff at people who claimed EMF radiation was a potential health hazard, I did think maybe they were making a mountain out of a mole hill. I can absolutely say now that isn't the case. Not for me, anyway. And I suspect it's the same for many others out there who are electro-sensitive. Many who might not even realize it. That brings me back to my primary reason for sharing my story. If you notice something doesn't feel right in your body when you're around certain devices, PAY ATTENTION. That migraine or brain fog once in a while might not be linked to a sensitivity, but if it's happening all of the time it could definitely be a link.

It's took me another six months and then some to recover and heal from the toxic overload I'd unknowingly exposed myself to. I'm not cured by any means, though. I'm what is termed EHS. I have a hyper sensitivity to EMFs, wifi being the worse for me. A lot of folks out there would like you to believe this isn't a real thing. I get why. Until something like this happens to you, it's easy to think it's mumbo jumbo. I wish with every ounce of my being that it was mumbo jumbo.

Living with EHS is not easy. Sometimes it feels like a living hell. Short of bunking in a cave, I'm always going to have some exposure to EMFs. The toughest part for me is the toll it can take on me on an emotional level. The chronic fatigue and brain fog have improved since making some necessary lifestyle changes. No more wireless computing. Everything is hardwired now. But even with that my tolerance can be limited. I don't get to chat with my friends--with you guys--as much as I would like. I'm able to write half the words I used to in a sitting, if I'm lucky. And believe me, coming up with those words was tough enough without adding the EHS into the mix. My book deadlines have suffered massively. Which only makes me feel worse. I know I've let many of you down. If you have a pre-ordered book you're waiting on I deeply apologize for making you wait. I hate doing that to you, more than you could ever know. All I can say is I'm doing what I can every day to get them closer to done. I will not sacrifice quality and put out a subpar book that doesn't have my heart and love in it. You guys deserve the best from me and that's a promise I will always honor.  My goal is still to have Double Dirty released before or shortly after the new year. I love the crazy, wonderful ride Andie and her wild Sullivan boys are taking me on. I hope you love it too! And for all of my dear, amazing friends and loved ones who've pulled me out of some pretty ugly funks this whole trying time--I love and appreciate you all so much. I truly don't know what I'd do without you.

So, now that I've bummed y'all out with my big bummer self, I'm going to sign off on this epically long post and get my butt in chair writing something other than epically long bummer downer posts.

Lots of love and hugs,


Monday, January 7, 2019

A Knockout Giveaway!

I  have a new release, y'all! Triple Knockout is the third installment in the Make Mine A Menage series. It's a completely stand alone book, but I DO have the first book, The Naughty List free at several retailers right now. It's a great time to pick it up if you haven't already. I'm also running a giveaway for a $25 Amazon giftcard to celebrate my newest release, so make sure you enter via the handy dandy Rafflecopter at the end of this post.

Triple Knockout is the first MMF pairing I've written in this series, and lemme tell you, these three characters are some dirty birdies. LOL. But they're also fun and so sweet together, they might have made me cry a time or two. Yes, I'm a HUGE sap! I hope that y'all fall in love with Allie, Van, and Beau as much as I did!

Allie Saunders has a dirty secret. Make that two fantastically filthy secrets: Beau Colton and Van Mitchell. The leading stars of her fantasies also happen to be her brother’s best friends. Hello, big fat hairy complication. It’s no mystery why her unrequited crushes insist on keeping her at arm’s length, but it doesn’t stop her from wishing for the impossible.

When she discovers their dirty secret, the once forbidden is suddenly a tantalizing temptation and the key that could turn her dreams into a reality.

In addition to being co-owners of a boxing gym, Van and Beau share mutual tastes outside of the ring—they’re both Doms. That’s partly the reason for their unbreakable Bro Code where Allie is concerned. She’s far too sweet and innocent for the edgy games they enjoy. Or so they thought. Their assumption—and willpower—is about to be tested. Big time. All courtesy of an annual Sub-For-A-Night charity event, and the irresistible, thoroughly off-limits woman who just stepped onto the auction block...

Warning: This wickedly hot MMF ménage contains two deliciously dirty boxers, a not-so-innocent dirty-talking heroine, dirty rope tricks, and dirty ways to break a sweat. Who says exercise can’t be fun?

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Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Bad Boys Do It Better + Giveaway!

A wild swingers club is usually the last place Grace Jennings would spend a Friday night. And she certainly wouldn’t invite rough around the edges tattoo artist, Dalton McDermott, as her date. But thanks to a PI job she’s taken on, she needs the perfect bad boy to go undercover with. Just not under those covers. Not that she isn’t tempted. Dalton is one hot package of scrumptious sin. He’s also an arrogant, dirty-tongued devil who's far too skilled at getting beneath her skin. Still, for the sake of her career, she’ll play nice. All while keeping her panties firmly in place.

The sassy and mouthy Grace is precisely not the type of woman Dalton goes for. So why in the hell does she make him sweat like no other? There’s only one solution to solving a problem like Grace—screw her out of his system and get the hell out of Dodge. But the deeper the two of them delve into the erotic charade they’ve created, the tougher the prospect of walking away becomes.

For two people who come from opposite worlds, love shouldn’t be on the radar. So why does faking it suddenly feel all too real?

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It's officially the release day for Bad Boys Do It Better!!! *happy dance and Muppet flail* I know a lot of Y'all have been waiting FREAKIN' FOREVER for this book to come out and I really appreciate your patience and support this whole time. I hope the wait was worth it and you fall in love with Dalton and Grace as much as I did! So I'm going to kick off this release with a celebratory giveaway. For your shot at a $25 Amazon GC just enter via the handy-dandy Rafflecopter below. Good luck!

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Monday, April 3, 2017

Getting Frisky With a New Release & Giveaway!

I'm not too proud to admit there might have been some inappropriate spooning going on between me and my latest release the second I hit the "publish" button. *eyebrow waggle* That's because the new release is Frisky Business. AKA: the book responsible for giving me endless grief in countless ways. There was a looooooooooong wait for this book to see the light of day. And I'm forever grateful for my amazing readers for being so patient and supportive during the whole process of getting this book out there.

Jane and Jack's story was a big one for me. I'd teased the promise of their story throughout the Kinky Chronicles journey, and I knew these two characters deserved a big bang. Heh, I think Jane and Jack would heartily agree with that. *more eyebrow waggling* I wanted this book to be everything I'd promised and more. I wanted to do right by my readers and give them the full Jane and Jack experience, in all of it's raunchy, funny, thoroughly fucked up glory. It was a tall order to tackle, lemme tell ya. But I think the book is exactly what I set out to accomplish. I hope I did Jane and Jack proud. I hope I did my readers even prouder.

The best way to get over a man? Get your kink on with another. And Jane Campbell knows the perfect escort agency to get the job done.

As the owner of Hunks for Hire, Jack Brewster is used to the raunchy requests that land in his inbox. Bondage and blindfolds? Par for the course. But Jane’s email whispers a wicked enticement. A sane man would delete the message. Or send his best escort to the date armed with a steel cup. Only problem? The thought of Jane naked and bound beneath any guy but him is like a knife in Jack’s gut.

He doesn’t do commitments. And he sure as hell doesn’t do love and Happily Ever Afters. He was a fool before in that regard. Never again. But he can indulge in a taste. Then he’ll walk away from Jane. For good.

But eating forbidden fruit has its addictive consequences, and two stubbornly anti-love sinners are about to take the biggest fall of them all.

Warning: This book contains an irredeemable bad girl, an ex-gigolo who can give the Kama Sutra some pointers, and a sweet, dirty, and thoroughly complicated love story long overdue.




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Monday, August 22, 2016

Getting Kinky With Cowboys!

Several months ago I was invited by my good friend, Sable Hunter, to participate in the launch of her Hell Yeah! Kindle World.  Well, I'm thrilled beyond words that we are now live! Yeehaw! My contribution--Cowboy Kinky--is a crossover from my Kinky Chronicles universe. If you read K(ink)y Curves then you'll recognize the hero and heroine. ;) I'll share an except in a bit, but also make sure to check out all of the other awesome Hell Yeah! KW stories by visiting the handy-dandy links below.

Cowboy Kinky ~ Jodi Redford ~
Her Hell Yeah Cowboy ~ Donna Michaels ~
Cowboy's Break ~ Lexi Post ~
Saddle and a Siren ~ Randi Alexander ~ 
Man of My Heart ~ Desiree Holt ~
Cadillac Cowboy ~ Cynthia D'Alba ~
Until There Was You ~ Ciana Stone ~
Seducing Sarah ~ Maddie James ~
Gun Shy ~ Sabrina York ~
The Song of Her Sighs ~ Lana K Dempsey ~
Boardroom Cowboy ~ Kandi Silvers ~

Ford Beckett—former adult film star and leading man in Kaitlin Cross’s kinky fantasies. There’s only one problem: he’s her boss. As his PA, she puts in plenty of overtime just keeping him out of the doghouse with the numerous ladies warming his sheets. Her biggest fantasy involves clubbing him with a blunt object. But lately he’s been getting under her skin and pushing the boundaries of their relationship. The scary part? She’s beginning to enjoy it. What she desperately needs is some breathing room between herself and temptation. A friend’s wedding provides the perfect excuse to get the heck out of Dodge. Except for one tiny hiccup… Ford is the best man.

Two decades ago, Ford left Texas with no plans of returning, but friendship and loyalty have called him home. He won’t turn his back on those who’ve stood by his side, even though there are plenty who’d prefer his boots never stepped on Texas soil again—including his family. Then there’s his biggest problem of all. Kait. Giving in to the blazing chemistry between them? A disaster waiting to happen, but avoiding calamities isn’t exactly his strong suit. That’s why he’s always relied on Kait to put out the fires in his love life. Seeing how she’s the one making him sweat? Yeah, consider him screwed.

Hot Texas nights and irresistible desires. Two stubborn hearts don’t stand a chance of avoiding the flames. The only question is will they survive the afterburn?


There are some things guaranteed to stay imprinted on a woman’s brain for the rest of her life.

First kiss? Check. 

First love? Double check. 

First sexual experience? Triple check. 

First glimpse of her boss’s naked ass? Quadruple check, and Lord have mercy.

Hypnotized by the spectacle taking place right before her eyes, Kaitlin Cross white-knuckled the kitchen counter and swallowed hard. On the other side of the window, Ford Beckett—the number one source of her daily frustration and desire to drink—stretched his arms over his head and twisted his broad shoulders a smidge to the right, his rock hard glutes and sleek back muscles flexing. He repeated the motion, this time to the left. 

So help her God, if he bent to touch his toes she’d be done for. Dead on arrival. Shock paddles wouldn’t revive her. 

Every inch of him was absolute Grade A bronzed perfection. Not a single tan line anywhere. Despite that mouthwatering fact, in the nearly five years she’d been working as his PA she’d never once seen him sunbathe in the nude. Until today.  

She should look away. For her sake, not Ford’s. The shameless devil wouldn’t give a flying squirrel’s butt about her ogling his ass. He’d shown off a hell of a lot more than his firm tush in the dozens of XXX-rated films he’d starred in before moving out of the spotlight and starting his own production company. Knowing him, he’d probably turn around and flash the whole monty if he suspected she was peeping on him. Thank God he didn’t—

Cursing under her breath as he pivoted, she quickly sidled toward the cupboards. Close call. A loud splash a few seconds later announced his dive into the pool. Deciding to risk it, she peeked toward the window just as he surfaced. He slicked back his glossy sable hair and glanced toward the house. Even from this distance she could make out the wicked sparkle in his eyes and the wolfish hint of his teeth. 

Sonofabitch. He’d set her up with this peep show. She’d bet her entire month’s salary on it. This little stunt went right in line with the numerous ways he’d been messing with her lately. For the last month and a half he’d jumped on every conceivable opportunity to tease and torment her. It’d all started that damn day she’d lost her cool and pushed him into the pool. Instead of accepting her threat that she was finally quitting for good, he’d hauled her into the pool with him. Then, in his eternal quest to ruffle her feathers and throw her off balance, the goddamn maniac kissed her. 

Worst of all? She couldn’t stop thinking about the hot pressure of his lips against hers. Jeez Louise, it hadn’t even been that great of a kiss. Barely lasted a second. But that solitary second tipped her world off kilter. Although he hadn’t tried to kiss her since, every once in a while she’d catch him looking at her a certain way. Like he was not only considering it, but planned to thoroughly annihilate her equilibrium in the process. 

God save her if that happened. 

She wanted to believe she could hold her shit together and resist him. She was not a weak woman, for crying out loud. But Ford Beckett was no mere mortal. The man could charm the panties off of a nun. She’d heard plenty of tales about his legendary status between the sheets. Or in his case, pretty much every venue known to mankind and accessible to a film crew. Despite her overwhelming curiosity, she deliberately refrained from watching any of his old movies—for the sake of her sanity and so she’d be able to look him in the eye every day at work. There were some things she was better off not seeing. His O face during one of his countless money shots topped high on the list. Still, it hadn’t kept certain jackwagon colleagues from sharing tidbits with her. Like apparently Ford was quite the multitasker. Not only could he please two women at once, he could do it while riding a horse. How the ever living hell was that remotely possible? Did three people even fit on a horse? Was there a midget involved? And goddamn it, no, she refused to find out.   

Narrowing her eyes, she watched him swim toward the opposite end of the pool, the crystal blue water rippling in his wake. 

He was up to something. And she didn’t trust him for one hot second. She grabbed her coffee mug from its perch beneath the Keurig’s dispenser and stalked in the direction of his home office. Though truthfully, she tended to think of it more as their office. She spent more time in it than he did. When you got right down to it, she spent more time in it than she did her own condo. Maybe she should move in and be done with it. But then she’d have to deal with Ford 24/7. She barely resisted the urge to strangle him as it was. For sure she’d be in some major trouble if she lived in the same house with him. Not to mention she’d have no reprieve from the pesky, inappropriate fantasies he stirred in her. The ones that didn’t involve potential murder charges being brought against her. She could handle those other kind. It was the ones that left her aroused and in need of a serious session with her vibrator that proved hazardous to her wellbeing. 

Bad enough having sinful thoughts about her boss. The fact that her boss was Ford—a man who had longer relationships with the ham sandwich he had for lunch that any woman he slept with? Yeah, she should have her head examined. 

Or better yet, find a guy to end her seven-month dry spell. That had to be her problem. Since breaking up with Russ, she’d put entirely no effort into dating. Partly that was due to the crazy production schedule with Ford’s newest project. The spicy, adults-only show was doing better than any of them predicted, earning the coveted title of most-watched late night series on the air for their network—something they were all ecstatic about. But the show’s success also came with the price of none of them having a life for the last few months. 

Now that they were on their mid-season hiatus? She was getting laid. Plain and simple. And taking a damn vacation. Hell, she’d get laid on vacation. No strings attached. No awkward morning after. No having to see the guy again. Freakin’ perfect. Best part of all? A whole week of not being subjected to Ford’s ass—naked or otherwise—tempting her with impure thoughts. 

Pumping her fist, she walked into their office...and stalled short when she spotted his camo PJ bottoms draped across her seat. Approaching the garment with all the caution she would a crouched lion, she inched forward and pinched the dangled leg between her fingertips. Oh Lord. The flannel was still warm from his body. And she didn’t have to press the fabric to her nose to get a good whiff of the woodsy body wash that constantly killed her concentration whenever he insisted on crowding into her personal space. Which was pretty much every other second. It was impossible to focus when his bigger-than-life presence invaded her senses. To add fuel to the fire, she always dredged up the craziest scenarios in those situations. Especially when they were in the office together. 

The fantasy her twisted subconscious loved to latch onto? Ford spanking her. If he tried such a thing in real life she’d go ballistic on his ass. Seriously, the only way they’d recognize him afterward would be through his dental records. But for some reason her mind insisted on going there. She could see it too clearly. 

He’d do something to piss her off—because hello, that was damn well guaranteed—and she’d rip into him. Instead of cocking that infuriating grin of his that always made her teeth grind, he’d plunk down in his chair calm as can be and tug her across his lap. Before she could cuss him out properly, his palm would land on her butt with enough sting to earn her gasp. She’d squirm to avoid the paddling, but the movement only made things worse by rubbing her crotch against his thigh. Within seconds, her clit would be at attention, tingling and greedy for more intense friction. Desperate to ignore the traitorous demands of her body, she’d bite her lip, killing her whimpers before they ratted her out. Little good it did. Somehow Ford knew precisely how her body betrayed her, and being the devil he was, he intended to take advantage of it. 

Without saying a word, he’d yank up her skirt and massage her reddened buttcheek through the lace of her panties before sliding his hand inside. His touch on her bare skin? Indescribably sinful and forbidden. She shouldn’t, but she wanted more than the lazy glide of his fingertips across her rear-end. She craved a bolder caress, down where she ached for it most. As if he’d read her mind, he’d trail his hand lower, tracing the crack of her ass, and then gliding his fingers along her pussy. By that time she’d be embarrassingly drenched, and the bastard would let her know it in no uncertain terms, swirling through her wetness so that the air would be thick with the incriminating slick sounds of her arousal. All the while he played with her, the hard bulge poking into her belly taunted her, promising even more exquisite pleasures to come. All she had to do was reach down and—

“Damn, darlin’. Next time wait ‘til I’m in my flannels before you start fondlin’ them.”