Behind the Book: Post 1–The Setting of Lost & Bound

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LOST & BOUND, Book 2 in The Dream Dominant Collection, will be released on January 31, 2017.

It’s the story of a spoiled former child star, Shasta Pyke, who, when she gets into some legal trouble, is sent to cool her heels for a while, out of the limelight in the wilderness of northern Ontario.  There, she meets former wilderness counselor Blake Walker, who pilots a bush plane and helps run his family’s remote guest lodge.

 

I have wanted to write a book with this setting for a while, and when the idea of Blake and Shasta came to me, I knew it was the perfect time.  The remote forests and lakes of northern Ontario have always been special to me from the time I was a little girl.

 

Beginning in the mid-1940s, my family has owned a log cabin on a tiny island in what locals there call ‘Cottage Country.’  It seems lots of folks from Toronto like to get away from the hustle and bustle of the big city and relax on the area’s many quiet lakes.

In about 1947, my great-grandparents purchased the property on Rawhide Lake from a friend of theirs, a woman whose husband unexpectedly died there.  I can recall spending time there with them, my grandparents, and my parents when I was a very small child.  My kids were the fifth generation to vacation there.

For the book, I changed the name to Lake Miranda, but Rawhide Lake is located about 30 miles away from the town of Elliot Lake.  For the purposes of the story, I created two towns: Eliot Lake and Elliott Lake.  You’ll have to read the book to see why I did that.

Rawhide Lake is extremely isolated, accessible only by bush plane, or by portaging across several lakes.  Blake’s family’s home, Lake Miranda Lodge, is based on a couple of wilderness lodges in the area.  While in the story, Shasta could see the lodge from her island, our cabin is the only structure on that end of Rawhide Lake.  There are some remote guest cabins, belonging to one of the local lodges, situated a couple of miles down at the opposite end of the lake.

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My family’s cabin, built in 1946.

The Island Cabin, where Shasta initially stays, is based on my family’s cabin.  I took some liberties with the design of the structure, adding a bedroom alcove and a fireplace.  It does have a cast-iron wood burning stove, which my grandmother swore was carried in on the back of a very large Native American man.  There is no electricity, and it doesn’t have running water, unless you count the green hand pump Shasta confronts when she first arrives.  And it does, in fact, have an outhouse way out back.

For the book, I conveniently placed a spring on the island.  In reality, we had to take a 15-20 minute boat ride to get drinking water from a spring on the mainland.

While the cabin is rustic and lacks basic modern conveniences, the beauty and tranquility of the place makes it completely worthwhile.

Intrigued?  Watch the book trailer for LOST & BOUND.

LOST & BOUND is out January 31, but you can pre-order now.

books2read.com/LostandBound

Watch for more Behind the Book, coming soon…

Lost & Bound Cover Reveal!

lost-boundJust in time for the New Year, here’s the cover of Lost & Bound, my new contemporary erotic romance novel, which goes on sale January 31.  It joins Luke & Bella as the second book in The Dream Dominant Collection, a series of light BDSM stand-alone novels.

Here’s Lost & Bound, in a nutshell.

Blake Walker is no stranger to tragedy.  Immediately following a horrific event years earlier, he was lost for a while until he embraced his Dominant nature and found his true calling.  But things change and now he’s back where he started, helping to run his family’s secluded lake lodge.

When pampered Hollywood starlet Shasta Pyke gets into trouble with the law, she’s sent to the wilderness of northern Ontario to cool her heels for a few weeks.  There she meets sexy bush pilot Blake, who is tasked with seeing to her needs as the sole guest at the lodge.

Initially, Blake isn’t impressed with the spoiled actress, but he’s happy that her visit allows for his sister Jackie and her kids to go on a much-needed vacation.  Try as he might, he can’t figure out what the hell Shasta Pyke is doing so far out of her element.

Shasta’s attracted to Blake’s obvious good looks, but there’s more to him than that.  He sees through her armor to the vulnerable little girl she hides from the world.  The Daddy Dominant in him craves to shelter her, to make her his own.

Is there any way Shasta will agree to submit to Blake’s Dominance?

Lost & Bound is Book 2 in The Dream Dominant Collection, a series of stand-alone erotic romance novels featuring sexy, Dominant men and the strong, red-haired submissives who find them irresistible.  It is a contemporary erotic romance novel with a light BDSM theme, and features a DD/lg relationship.  It is intended for mature audiences.

Read a naughty little teaser:

After painting the exteriors of the first two cabins, Blake and Shasta took a break.  In the kitchen of the main house, he quickly made turkey sandwiches for their lunch.  “How’s that plug feeling, kitten?” he asked as he sat across the table.

“It’s fine.  I mean, I can feel it, but it doesn’t hurt.”

His grin was sly.  “Does it feel good?”

She shifted uneasily in her chair.  “I just know that my pussy is about to go up in flames if it doesn’t get some relief soon.”

Blake laughed.  “We’ll see what we can do about that.”  Rounding the table, he grasped her arm and led her to the kitchen counter, where he bent her over.  A sharp tug dropped her shorts to the floor around her feet.  He released his monster erection and impaled her roughly.

“Oh, shit, yes!” she panted.

After three strokes, he pulled out and restored his jeans, returning to the table to finish his lunch.

Shasta, still leaning over the counter, watched him incredulously.  “Are you kidding me?!”

Blake smirked confidently and gave her a wink.  “I’m telling you, kitten, by tonight you’ll be begging me to fuck your ass.”

Lost & Bound is out January 31.  Want to read more?

You can use this Universal Link to pre-order your own copy:

books2read.com/LostandBound

The official Lost & Bound book trailer was actually leaked a few days ago.  Watch it here:

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Weekend Excerpt–It’s a Mystery!

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Not so long ago I wrote a three-novel story called Rannigan’s Redemption.  The books were released one at a time over the course of about six months.

On July 26, you’ll be able to own the entire collection as a boxed set.  And on July 12, I’ll be revealing the cover.  You’ll see it first here.

For now, here’s an excerpt from Running Rogue, the second book.

Maggie strode purposefully across the lobby of Michael’s building.  It had been a shit week and knowing that she had to work all weekend to make up for what she’d missed, all she wanted to do was to check in on Michael, deliver his soup, and head home to a nice hot bath and a large glass of wine.  Ahead of her a man was just stepping into the elevator and she increased her pace, hoping to make it before the doors closed.  He turned and their eyes met just as the doors slid shut.

“Well, shit!” she muttered, juggling her purse, her brief case, and the bag from the deli.  Just then the doors slid back open.

“Sorry about that,” the man said, “I didn’t realize you were right behind me.”  He held open the door as she stepped in and turned around.  “What floor?”

Maggie glanced up at him.  He was tall with broad shoulders, muscular without being muscle-bound, with wavy brown hair and sparkling blue eyes framed by the longest lashes she’d ever seen on a man.  She’d noticed a bit of a drawl when he spoke.  Dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, he’d apparently been working out in the gym.  He stood beaming at her with a boyish grin on his face and he seemed to be waiting for her.  She realized she was staring.

Oh, shit!  What floor?  “Oh, sorry, um, twenty-one, please.”

He grinned again.  “Twenty-one.  That’s my floor, too.”  He held out a hand.  “I’ve only been here a couple of months.  We haven’t met yet.  I’m Bobby.”

Maggie shifted the deli bag and grasped his hand.  “Um, I’m Maggie.  I don’t actually live here.  I’m visiting a friend.”  She paused.  “Do you know Michael in 2101?”

Bobby’s eyes widened and he took a step back.  “Oh.  You’re one of Michael’s girls.”

Maggie frowned.  “No.  I am absolutely not one of Michael’s girls.  Nope.  Not me.  No way.”  She shook her head emphatically.

Bobby grinned wryly.  “So you’re not one of Michael’s girls.”

She felt her face flush.  “I’ve known Michael for a long time.  We used to work together.  He’s a little…under the weather, and I told him I’d stop by, bring him some soup.”  She held up the deli bag for emphasis.

He flashed the boyish grin, blue eyes sparkling with amusement.  Maggie felt her pulse race and a warm flush crept up her neck.  What the hell?

“So you’re a lawyer.”

She nodded.  “Yep.  Sorry.”

“Why sorry?”

“Everybody hates lawyers,” she replied as the elevator doors opened on the twenty-first floor.  She stepped out into the hallway and immediately went down hard on her left knee.

“Motherfucker!” she cried out.

Bobby was beside her instantly.  “Are you alright?  What happened?”

Maggie looked around.  “My shoe.”  The heel of her right shoe was caught in the space between the elevator and the hallway.  It had snapped off as she stepped forward.  Bobby grabbed it before the doors closed, then gently took her arm and helped her up.

“Did you hurt yourself?” he asked, concerned.

“I’m alright, really,” she replied shakily.  Blood was dripping from her knee and running in rivulets all the way down her shin.

“You banged up your knee.”

“But I saved the soup, so there’s that,” she quipped.

He placed a hand on the small of her back and walked her down the hall, stopping at a door.  “This is me,” he said.  “Come in and let me at least bandage you up.”  Maggie regarded him warily.

“I’m not an axe murderer, I promise,” he laughed.

She frowned.  “Isn’t that exactly what an axe murderer would say?” she said as he unlocked the door.

“Tell you what–we’ll leave the door open.  You can sit right here.”  He pointed to a bench in the foyer.  “If I make any sudden moves you can run for it,” he chuckled.

Sheepishly, Maggie sank onto the bench.  Truthfully, her knee hurt.  She set down her things and glanced up at him.  “Thanks,” she said quietly.

Bobby smiled and gestured to his right.  “I’ll just…go get my axe.”

She could hear him in another room rummaging around through something.  She removed her broken shoe and held up the dismembered heel.  It had come clean off the sole.  An image flashed through her mind of the shoe repair shop just around the corner from her apartment.

“I can fix that for you.”  Startled, she looked up.  Bobby had returned with first aid supplies.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” she said quickly.  “There’s a shop near my place.”

He poured alcohol on some gauze and knelt beside her.  “It won’t take me two seconds,” he murmured, dabbing at her knee.

Maggie breathed in sharply.  “Ouch!  Ow ow ow!” she protested softly.

Bobby looked up at her.  “Sorry, cher,” he said, “we’ve got to get it cleaned out.”  Gently he grasped the back of her calf and raised her leg, wiping away the streaks of blood.

Maggie stared at him, scarcely breathing.  There was something electric about his touch, so strong yet so tender.

He finished cleaning her shin and returned to her knee, carefully placing a large bandage over the scrape.  “There you are, good as new.  Well, almost,” he smiled.

He took the shoe and heel from her.  “I really can fix this for you.  I’d just have to find my tools,” he nodded his head toward the other room.  “I should really unpack anyway,” he smiled ruefully.

Maggie rose from the bench and stood lopsided on one heel.  “I don’t want to be more trouble than I’ve already been.”

            Something tells me that you’re all kinds of trouble, cher.  “It’s no trouble.  Besides, I’d be worried about you limping along like Quasimodo on your way home,” he laughed.

She laughed, too.  “Well, alright then.  Thank you.  And thanks for…”  She glanced down at her knee.

“It’s my pleasure, cher,” he said quietly.

Maggie felt as though suddenly all the air had gone out of the room.  She stared up into his amazing blue eyes.  She opened her mouth but no words came out.

He spoke.  “Just stop by when you’re finished at Michael’s.  If I have to leave before that, I’ll bring you your shoe.”

Be sure to check back here on Tuesday for the cover reveal of the new Rannigan’s Redemption Collection Boxed Set!  In the meantime, ‘LIKE‘ me on Facebook–I’m there every day!

Launch Day!

It's Launch Day! rannigan 2Rannigan’s Redemption Part 2: Running Rogue is out today!  It’s the continuation of the story of the complicated relationship between highpowered Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan and Maggie Flynn, the smart, spunky redhead he hired straight out of law school.

Michael Rannigan is running rogue. Since Maggie’s abrupt departure from the law firm of Murphy, Rannigan, & Metheny, he’s been in a tailspin. As he limps along in the new normal, he misses her more than he ever imagined.

Maggie misses Michael as well. But she makes the best of her new job at the District Attorney’s office. Occasionally they cross paths in court, each assessing the other. Like Michael, she finds herself making questionable personal choices.

When opportunity knocks for Michael he leaps at it, maybe as much to avoid Maggie’s absence as anything else. The fact that his decision impacts everyone else at the firm doesn’t slow him down at all.

Then comes news that shakes him to his core. Now that he’s burned all his bridges, who will be there to help him pick up the pieces?

You can get Running Rogue starting TODAY at these fine online booksellers.

Amazon, iTunes, B&N, Kobo, & Smashwords

Sexy Saturday Excerpt–Rannigan’s Redemption Part 2: Running Rogue

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We’re exactly a month out from the release of the second part of the Rannigan’s Redemption series, Running Rogue.  In honor of the occasion and sexy Saturday, here’s the first (explicit) excerpt.

     The following day, Michael left his sanctuary to relax on the beach. He chose a chaise far down the beach and away from the other sunbathers. Thoughts of Maggie still swirled through his mind like dry leaves in a brisk fall breeze.
I can just go about my business like nothing out of the ordinary happened. I’m sure she’s not spending time obsessing over it.  He shook his head. That wasn’t true. He knew Maggie well enough to know that she was bound to be thinking it over, considering how best to handle the situation. Besides, she’d been upset when she left, thanks to Gwen. She’d been in such a hurry, she’d forgotten her bracelet on the bathroom counter.
After Maggie left, he’d asked Gwen to leave and eventually had to threaten to call security before she would go. She’d had some choice words for him, too.

     It was stupid to call Gwen anyway. I’d gone through all my usual dates and couldn’t find anyone. Better no date than Gwen.  He’d tried to call Maggie both that night and the next day but she wasn’t picking up. He’d left messages on her voicemail and he’d texted, too.

     No, she’s still upset. First thing is, I have to straighten things out with her. He was surprised to find that he cared about how Maggie felt. It occurred to him that she was really the closest thing he had to a friend. He shook his head.

     After we get the whole Gwen thing sorted out, maybe Maggie will agree to go out sometimes. Michael pondered that idea for a moment. There were events that she really was suited for, case in point that music charity thing they’d attended years ago.

And the sex… His mind drifted back to the way she’d unrolled the condom using only her mouth, and his cock immediately responded. He nodded slowly. Going out with Maggie now and again would be a great thing.

Realization interrupted his reverie. No way would Maggie agree to be just another girl in my ‘line-up.’ Michael sighed.  A new idea occurred to him. Suppose I date Maggie exclusively? He scratched his chin as he tried it on for size. Maggie and I…a couple. He considered the implications. We’d go out together after the weekly gathering at Doc’s, for example. Maybe sometimes we’d stay in, cook together.

He smiled picturing the two of them in his kitchen whipping up something delicious, laughing and joking together. His imagination shifted to her naked form, her ample tits, that irresistible tattoo on her hip. Sex with Maggie on a regular basis…

     This is doable. Michael nodded slowly. I could be monogamous. We could see where this thing leads. Maybe she could even move in.   He frowned. She hates my apartment, though. He shrugged. We could find something together. But I’m getting ahead of myself. One thing at a time.

Michael smiled to himself, pleased with his decision. For the first time since he’d arrived in the Maldives he felt himself relax. He gazed out across the tropical blue water and breathed out a relieved sigh.

A bit further down the beach he noticed the male half of the honeymoon couple Vivian had pointed out in the restaurant. The husband in his blue trunks was very pale. Michael wondered briefly if he was using the proper amount of SPF, then immediately scowled at the idiotic thought.

Michael watched him gesture toward the water and followed the man’s gaze up the beach. “Holy shit,” Michael breathed to himself. The man’s wife, topless and wearing a tiny white thong, joined him by the edge of the water. Even from this distance, Michael could see that the woman’s body was slamming.

The pair began walking down the beach toward where Michael was sitting. Once again, he was glad to have his mirrored shades. He pointed his face straight ahead and watched them out of the corner of his eye. As they got closer, he saw that her tits were huge, probably 38DD or bigger, with pert pink nipples that made his tongue tingle in anticipation.

To his surprise, the woman spoke to him. “Hello,” she said. “We saw you in the restaurant the other night. I’m Amanda and this is Kenneth.”

Michael greeted them both and gave his patent Michael Rannigan smile. “I’m Michael.”

“Maybe you and your wife could have dinner with us tonight,” Amanda offered.

Michael laughed ruefully. “Actually, she’s not my wife. And actually, she had to go home. I’ll probably dine in tonight. But thanks for the offer.” He watched her carefully. She had that look in her eyes. Like the one Maggie had, the one that said she found him attractive. He felt a bit sorry for poor Kenneth.

“Oh, well,” she said, “I’m sorry your friend left. Are you sure you won’t join us? Wouldn’t it be great for Michael to join us for dinner?” she said to Kenneth, who nodded.

He smiled. “Thanks for your kind offer. I have some work to do anyway,” he lied.

Michael did end up having dinner on the deck of the bungalow. He didn’t miss Vivian’s incessant chatter at all. The sound of the water was a perfect accompaniment for his meal. Later, though, he headed over to the tiki bar on the beach for a cocktail. Standing at the bar, he’d just ordered a bourbon when he heard someone call his name.

Turning, he saw Amanda walking toward him, dressed this time, in a hot pink halter-topped sundress. Her long blonde hair swirled around her tanned shoulders. “There you are,” she said.

He gave an exaggerated frown. “Was I missing?” he quipped.
Amanda laughed. “I was just saying to Kenneth that I hoped you’d come out and play.” She placed a well-manicured hand on his arm.

In her light blue eyes Michael saw the double entendre. He looked around. “Where is Kenneth, anyway?”

Amanda smiled slowly. “Kenneth went back to the bungalow. He got a nasty sunburn today.”

Michael grimaced. “That’s a shame. I hope that doesn’t ruin your trip.”

“I’m determined to keep a stiff…upper lip,” she smiled. “What are you drinking?”

Michael hesitated. He’d finally come to a decision about Maggie. And Amanda was on her honeymoon, for fuck’s sake. Ultimately, he shrugged. “Bourbon. Would you like one?”

Two bourbons later, he followed Amanda into the ladies room. Locking the stall door, he untied her halter to release the amazing tits he’s enjoyed on the beach, groping them, pulling the nipples and stretching them to attention as he kissed her roughly. Then he pressed her up against the stall door and lifted her skirt to discover she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy was pink and smooth, and it was nicely wet.

“I want you to fuck me,” she hissed in his ear. Michael wasted no time in unzipping his pants and plunging his hard cock into her greedy core. She gripped the back of his neck with both hands as he pounded into her against the bathroom stall.

“Oh, Jesus, yesssss!” she cried out. Michael gave two more thrusts and exploded in release. He waited a beat then pulled out, cleaned himself off a bit, then put his pants back together. He left the restroom without a word.

Back in his bungalow, Michael went into the bathroom to start the shower. He caught his reflection in the mirror.

     I’m a shit. I just fucked a bride on her honeymoon. There’s no way I could be faithful to Maggie or anyone else. She deserves better than that. Michael turned away from the mirror and restlessly ran his fingers through his hair in disgust.

Rannigan’s Redemption Part 2: Running Rogue comes out February 9, and is available for pre-order NOW at these retailers.

Amazon, iTunes, B&N, Kobo, & Smashwords