Watch This Space–ISLA’S IRISH COWBOY by Bella Settarra

When he opened his mind, she opened his heart.

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New out from Bella Settarra, it’s ISLA’S IRISH COWBOY.   It’s Book 4 of the Cowboys of Cavern County.  I just ‘met’ Bella recently, and she’s already one of my favorite people for lots of reasons, not the least of which being the fact that my first ginger heroine is called Bella.

With this book, I have to tell you she had me at ‘Irish cowboy.’  So I was dying to know what it was all about.  Here’s the blurb…

Isla Gillingham is a beautiful, successful model – so she’s bound to be a spoiled, selfish diva, right? At least that’s what Kean Maguire presumes until he meets her. His impression of her changes in a heartbeat when he sees her dressed casually, eating fries, smiling and giggling.

Not one for socializing, Kean is secretly happy to volunteer to take Isla and the photographer into the mountains for a photo shoot – until Isla’s manager, Tabitha Merchant, warns him that there is a powerful legal team ready to pounce the minute he slips up, and a court battle will not only lose him his job, but also result in the closure of the Fielding Ranch.

Isla is immediately taken with the Irish cowboy, and thrilled when he leads their trek into the mountains. His demeanour is anything but friendly, however, and even worse when an accident occurs on a narrow ledge.

Reluctantly, she allows Kean to offer her shelter at his cottage when the weather deteriorates. Given the chance to learn more about each other can she persuade him that she is not the calculating bitch he assumed? And is his heart really as cold as the ice outside, or will it melt with the driven snow?

As Isla admits that her life isn’t quite as happy as it seems, Kean must disclose his unsavoury past, despite knowing it could completely turn her against him. But their lives change entirely when they discover they are not the only ones keeping secrets…

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And knowing you guys, I went ahead with the adult excerpt.  You’re welcome!

Kean tangled his fingers in her soft, blonde curls. He stroked the smooth skin of her neck, causing her to buck deliciously up toward him with a soft moan.

He had never felt anything like it. It was like running his fingers through velvet. Her shoulders were like silk, and he couldn’t resist trailing one hand down her body. She was so sensitive, and jerked violently as he caressed her skin. He grinned. He’d remember that. The way she had reacted to his teasing with her feet had surprised and delighted him, and it was good to know her whole body was a mass of nerves, just waiting to be teased mercilessly – and he was just the man for the job.

Isla arched her back, pushing her gorgeous breasts hard into his chest. He watched her face, her eyes fluttering open and closed all the time as she writhed beneath him. God she was hot!

His rock solid erection jabbed into her softness as it strained against the denim of his jeans, desperate for its release. Desperate for her.

Kean kissed her again and she groaned into his mouth. Her fingers dug into the back of his neck and she clung to him for dear life. Their tongues fought wildly against each other as their rampant breathing filled his ears.

Isla grappled at his waistband, her need surpassing her manners, and he loved it. Her slim fingers slid between his skin and the button which she quickly unfastened, and he sighed inwardly as she tugged at the metal zipper which was wedged against his ardor.

With a deep chuckle he slipped his own hand down between their groins, chancing a brief stroke over her pussy while he was there. Her breath hitched. Good.

He felt her nimble fingers caress his as he yanked hard on the zipper, and her hand covered his as he slid it down, freeing his desperate cock. Staring into her face for a reaction he was relieved at the way she licked her lips, panting hard. Her eyes were on fire, pleading with him, and he didn’t need asking twice.

Kneeling backward he pulled the denim down his thighs, then quickly stood as he hauled the jeans off his legs. The cooler air wafted across his glistening skin and he welcomed it like a long-lost friend. His whole body felt like it was a furnace and he longed to divest himself of the last scrap of fabric which clung to his groin like a wet rag.

Isla was watching him, biting her lip, her chest heaving up and down as she panted. Her hands were at her waistband and he watched her unfasten her belt and then her button. As her fingers reached for her zipper he took a step toward her.

“My job, I think.”

She stared up at him, her eyes full of hope.

Kean grinned, running a finger over the denim which covered her pussy.

“Please,” she whispered.

He nodded and slowly pulled at the zipper. Her whole body felt tense to his touch as he took the waistband and gently hauled the fabric from her and threw it next to his own jeans.

Her legs were smooth and freshly-waxed. Her pink satin panties were plastered to her pussy in a dark, sticky mass of passion. He watched her chest heaving and her eyes stared at him, full of desire. She raised one knee, sliding her foot slowly up the bed, and put her arms above her head, offering herself to him while at the same time teasing him.

His cock twitched at the sight and she licked those full lips of hers again. The ache in his groin told him he couldn’t wait much longer and he hoped that the look in her eye was telling him she felt the same.

Although desperate to jump on top of her, to feel her skin once more, he couldn’t resist gazing at her beauty for one more minute. She posed beautifully and he wondered if she had ever had photos taken in just her underwear, or less. If she had he would love to see the results, although he would be jealous of the photographer who shot them. He wondered if it would be Stefan. His earlier concerns about them being an item had dissipated when they had been up on the mountain taking pictures. The camera loved her but Stefan didn’t. He flirted with her but there was no real emotion between them. And he would know – he had scrutinized her every move, every expression.

“Kean?” Her voice was smooth, like melted chocolate and he suddenly realized he was staring at her.

His cock reacted to her before the rest of him. He smiled and she visibly relaxed. Slowly he kneeled on the bed. Isla’s hand reached out to him and he took it in his. Her skin was like the satin of her underwear.

Gazing at her gorgeous face, he gently kissed the tips of her fingers before trailing them down his torso and planting them on the waistband of his briefs. She gasped with surprise, but took hold of the elastic, still staring back into his eyes. Carefully she peeled the fabric from his body, allowing his cock to spring free of its confines.

Relief washed through him and he balked at the sensation. Isla continued to pull the sodden fabric down his legs, still watching only his face. He put a hand down and helped her remove his briefs and then took her fingers and placed them around his throbbing member. Only then did she look down.

Use this LINK for your copy of ISLA’S IRISH COWBOY.

 

Now meet Bella Settarra…

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In Bella’s world all the heroes are gorgeous hunks and the heroines are always beautiful. Having said that, she firmly believes that ‘handsome is as handsome does’ and that ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’. (She is also a big fan of clichés as well as alliteration! J)

She has been hanging out with her ‘imaginary friends’ for a  few years now and finds the profession exhilarating and intriguing.  Her stories are all Erotic Romances, although they vary considerably in subject-matter.

One of the things she absolutely loves to write is light BDSM and her Collar and Cuffs series (Etopia Press) received an ARe Bestseller Award for Waiting on Summer, which has also been nominated for a BDSM Con Golden Flogger Award. This series was set in a BDSM club in Miami, and was a joy to write.

She also loves writing Cowboy Romances and was thrilled when the first book in her The Men of Moone Mountain series, (Etopia Press), entitled Ménage on Moone Mountain, received a nomination for the Ménage Romances Fan’s Award 2015 and became an ARe Bestseller, and the third book in this series, Ménage on Ryder Ranch was also nominated for the Erotic Ménages Romances Award 2016. The fourth book in this series, Ménage at the Mode Boutique is now also available in digital format. She is currently writing another Cowboy series, Midnight in Montana (Siren Publishing), the first of which, Dallas at Midnight, is already available in digital and print formats, while the second book, Meet Me at Midnight, is available in digital format at present. Her latest release is Isla’s Irish Cowboy, which is the fourth of her new series, The Cowboys of Cavern County (Totally Bound Publishing).

Her writing career began, however, in the fantasy/myth genre, with her first series Sirens and Sailors (Siren Publishing). Although this was a series of six novels, it actually started out as a short story! This was a delight to write and was proof positive that her High School Classical Studies lessons weren’t entirely wasted.

She has also had a couple of short stories published in Men for Hire and Men for Hire 2 (Luminosity Publishing) and a paranormal story in the anthology Shared for the First Time (Romance Rebels Publishing). She even had some rather raunchy poems included in Coming Together in Verse.

Not everyone is perfect – but it’s the character flaws which make them interesting, she believes. As in life, things don’t always run smoothly, but  the twists and turns provide the drive to keep going, even when it just feels like an uphill struggle. Bella is currently fighting her own battle against breast cancer – a battle which she is determined to win – and believes that all women have the right to feel sexy even when they are battle-scarred.

She hopes you enjoy your foray into her world and would love to connect with you at:  Blog: http://bellasettarrabooks.blogspot.co.uk/
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Amazon page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Bella-Settarra/e/B00I7927E8/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

 

Two More Days!

You still have two more days to get your hands on FOR SPARROW for the pre-order special of 99¢!  Have you seen the book trailer yet?

FOR SPARROW is just 99¢ through release day, October 3!
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Behind the Book: The Setting of FOR SPARROW: Next Stop, Jupiter

This is it!  The last weekend before the launch of FOR SPARROW, on Oct.3!

The third book in the Dream Dominant Collection is set in Palm Beach County, Florida, my home for over 25 years.  In this series of posts, I’m taking you on a tour of some of my favorite places.  This week, we’re going to the gorgeous beach-side town of Jupiter, the location of several scenes in the book.

The first place Judd and Jessi visit together is my favorite bar on the planet (okay, I have about five of those), Square Grouper.  It’s a casual, outdoor tiki bar on the Jupiter Inlet, across from the Jupiter Lighthouse.  It’s the place to go if you want to completely decompress and let your stress melt away.

A stone’s throw from Square Grouper, in fact you park in the same lot, are the two locations from this week’s excerpt, Guanabanas and Blueline Surf & Paddle.

Guanabanas is another outdoor tiki place, more restaurant than bar, but they serve a mean Cat 5 hurricane.  The food is Florida fresh, and there’s always a crowd.  It’s on a strip of land between A1A and the Loxahatchee River, and the river views are utterly tranquil.  There are docks, and some folks arrive in their boats.  It’s also a great place for stand-up paddle boarding, and you can put in right there at the restaurant.

Directly across A1A is the Blueline Surf & Paddle Company.  They sell surfing and paddle boarding equipment, but you can also rent from them and get lessons.  You walk across the street and put in at the Loxahatchee River.  Notice the paddle boarders directly in front of Guanabanas.

As Jessi’s Dominant, it’s Judd’s position to push her beyond her comfort zone.  In this scene, he does just that.

Here’s an excerpt from FOR SPARROW…

Back inside the house, Judd washed up in the kitchen sink.  Jessi handed him a dish towel to dry his hands.  He eyed the old dishwasher, then looked to Jessi.

“I don’t really feel like messing with a dishwasher today, do you?”

Jessi’s eyes widened.  “Oh, well, no, of course not.  I’m sure you have plenty to do.  Don’t worry about it at all,” she said quickly.

Judd shook his head.  “It’s a beautiful day.  Why spend it inside?”  He stood straight, hands on his hips.  “How do you feel about stand up paddle boarding?”

She worked her mouth for a moment, frowning.  “I don’t guess I’m opposed to it, as an activity, you know.  I’m sure people enjoy it.  Live and let live,” she giggled nervously.

“I mean,” he cupped her elbow gently, “how do you feel about going?  With me.  Today.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Judd.  I’m kind of the queen of klutz.”  Jessi’s face turned bright pink.  “I don’t know if I’d be any good at it.”

Judd’s eyes narrowed slightly.  “Not sure I like my little one putting herself down.  Besides, there’s nothing to be ‘good at,’ you just…stand and paddle.”  He pantomimed for her.

He saw the reluctance in her face and gave his best reassuring smile, eyes sparkling.  “Come on, Jessi, it’ll be fun.”

Slowly, her smile spread to match his.  “Okay.  Let’s do it.”  She went upstairs and quickly changed into her swim suit and beach cover up.

On the way to the surf shop, Judd stopped by his place to pick up his paddleboard and gear.  He let them both into the townhouse and Jessi waited as he bounded up to the second level.

“It won’t take me a second to load my stuff into the truck,” he called from upstairs.  Jessi clutched her hands together anxiously as she surveyed Judd’s living room.  Everything was neat and tidy.  She didn’t know why that surprised her.

You just think about the stereotypical ‘bachelor pad,’ she supposed.

Crossing the room, she saw that the view from the sliding glass doors was breathtaking.  She imagined what it would be to wake up with a view of the ocean every morning.

“Almost ready,” Judd said, returning downstairs wearing aqua board shorts, a white t-shirt, and a Marlins ball cap.  A pair of black Oakley sunglasses hung around his neck from a black strap.

He held up a small black cube.  “I want to try out my new GoPro while we’re out there today,” he grinned.

Five minutes later, they were on their way north, heading for Blueline Surf and Paddle on A1A.  They rented gear for Jessi and declined the offer of a lesson.  “I’ve got it, man,” Judd smiled to the clerk.

Jessi was surprised to find that they were going to put into the river right next to Guanabanas, a local outdoor dining hotspot just across the street from the surf shop.  “Afterwards, I’ll buy you a cocktail,” Judd promised.

After a brief orientation, Judd helped Jessi onto the board and gently pushed her out into the Loxahatchee River.  “Am I supposed to wear the life jacket?” Jessi called back to him, indicating the ocean blue PFD currently resting on the nose of her board.

“Can you swim?”

“Of course!” she returned.

“Then you don’t have to wear it.  But you do have to have it with you, it’s the law.”

Judd smiled as he watched her wobble slightly.  She looked hot in what was actually a modest blue tankini, her auburn hair clipped up and off her neck, the red highlights gleaming in the sunlight.  He could only imagine Jessi in a bikini.  Did imagine it.  Then tried to think of something else, before she noticed his arousal.

Sighing deeply, he clipped the GoPro to the bill of his cap and paddled quickly to catch up with her.

When their hour was up, they returned Jessi’s gear to the shop, and put Judd’s things back in the truck.  With Jessi’s white beach dress back in place, they wandered into Guanabanas and found a small high-top table in the bar area.  A lone guitarist was playing Jason Mraz covers on the tiki stage.

Jessi ordered a Cat 5 hurricane while Judd opted for a local brew, and they chose a few appetizers.  After the server left, Judd pressed the button on the GoPro.  “So, Jessi, what do you think of paddle boarding?”

Her grin was stunning.  “I loved it!  It was so much fun, and way easier than I ever thought.”

He leaned into her and held the camera at arm’s length.  “Well, you had a kick-ass teacher, so…”  They both laughed into the camera.

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You still have time to get FOR SPARROW at the pre-order price of 99¢.
After launch day, it goes back to its regular $2.99.
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Watch This Space–MARYDEE NIGHT by M.S. Tarot

For Oliver West, the local night clubs were his kingdom, until the lovely Paige Turner showed him that she could be the Queen to his King.

There are so many great books coming out this fall!  This one actually launches Oct. 3, and I can’t wait to read it.  I was privileged to read a little snippet while it was under construction, so to speak.

Check out MARYDEE NIGHT, the latest from sexy erotica author and fellow Wicked Pen, M.S. Tarot!

For Oliver West, the local night clubs are his kingdom. Glittering palaces filled with music and erotic delights for all the senses. Known by the nickname “O”, he is a benevolent ruler, forsaking nothing in his quest to slake the desires that decent people hide. Like an angel fallen from heaven, he left decency and innocence far behind him long ago. Or so he thought.

Enter, the lovely Paige Turner. With her mane of Cruella de Vil hair and a smile more wicked than any witch, she could tame the club-hound “O” if she wished. With a request for a single red rose and a wink that promises things he never dreamed of, fate is showing him that Paige can be the Queen to his King.

But, given his past, will Oliver be able to do what he has never imagined himself doing to be worthy of her?

Here’s a little teaser from MARYDEE NIGHT.

“O, I want you to meet someone. Kelly introduced her to me.
She is so fucking cool!”

“Cooler than me? My nipples are hard. Maybe I’ll have to
work on my chill,” I said.

“Come on.”

“What? Have you fallen in love with her or something,
Adele?” I teased her. She and I had talked long and hard about her
more goth-than-goth friend Kelly and a stolen lesbian kiss. “I
didn’t think you were into girls.”

“I’m not! Besides, Paige doesn’t swing to girls either.
Leastways I don’t think she does,” she said.

“Paige?”

There are moments in any nightclub when there are just a few
seconds of dead air between songs. An echoing silence descends
upon the gathering, a moment’s respite for buzzing eardrums. As
luck would have it, I had spoken in just such a moment.
And in just the right place for the name to be heard.

In front of me was a tall woman with black as midnight hair,
frosted silver in a Cruella streak above deep blue eyes, who
instantly turned to look at me. She eyed me from head to toe, an
appreciative smile gracing her hooker-red lips. The music came
back up and she leaned forward to speak right by my ear in a way
that gave me chills.

“That’s my name, sexy; wear it out as much as you want.”
Paige’s hand was upon my stomach, a soft caress that almost
tickled. “And if you buy me a few shots of Fireball, I’ll consider
letting you wear out … other things.”

Adele was there under my arm, like magic. Appearing, in fact,
as quickly as my hard-on had sprung up. “Paige, this is my friend I
was telling you about. O, this is Paige Turner.”

She held out her hand to me, “You go by O? I’ve read your
story many times. Maybe sometime we should meet at Roissy’s
château for whips and wine?”

I grinned at the reference and was about to answer back, with
as much flirty purr as I normally would, when her name hit me like
a ton of bricks. And I swear to you, on a stack of Bibles a mile
high, without that cutesy-pun name I would have never known she
was a drag queen.

MARYDEE NIGHT comes out Oct. 3,
but it’s available for pre-order using this LINK.

Behind the Book–The Setting of FOR SPARROW: First Stop–Howley’s

FOR SPARROW, my new contemporary erotic romance, and the third book of the Dream Dominant Collection, is set in my home, Palm Beach County, Florida.  For this Behind the Book series, I want to take you on a tour of some of my favorite local places, places I love so much, I had my characters go there.

The first stop on our tour is a funky diner called Howley’s.  Their catch phrase is on the sign: Cooked in sight…must be right.  I love Howley’s for a lot of reasons.

Built in 1950, it’s a nostalgic throwback to a simpler time.  The business was purchased in 2004 by a group who appreciated what Howley’s was, and they lovingly restored its iconic terrazzo floors and tin ceilings.  The furnishings are retro, from the long counter to the awesome mid-century tables.

I love the staff at Howley’s, too.  They’re all young, and rather gender-fluid, with lots of piercings and tattoos.  A nose ring seems to be standard equipment.  And they’re all super nice.

The food is fantastic as well.  The last time I was there, I enjoyed a mimosa over a delicious breakfast.

Unsurprisingly, they’re very arts-positive at Howley’s.  The paintings displayed on the walls are for sale.  But my favorite artwork is the mural on the outside, done by local artist Amanda Valdes.  Check her out if you’re interested.  When I’m rich and famous, I’m going to commission her to paint the huge blank wall in my kitchen.

As I thought about my story line, I wanted just the right place to serve as the backdrop for where Judd might have spent time with Jessi’s husband, Graham.  Howley’s seemed like the perfect place for the two men to get together for coffee once in a while.

Here’s a little sample of FOR SPARROW.

“Does being a paramedic keep you safer than being a firefighter?”  Her brow furrowed with worry.

Judd smiled.  “I suppose.  I don’t run into many burning buildings anymore.  We wait for the guys to bring victims out of the fires.  And we respond to heart attacks, injuries, car accidents, that kind of thing.”

He watched Jessi’s eyes widen.  “No,” he shook his head.  “I didn’t get the call for Graham’s accident.  I was off that day.”

“How did you know…“

“Jessi, your eyes show everything you’re thinking,” he said gently.  “It’s the damnedest thing I ever saw.”

Jessi immediately looked down at her plate, concerned about what else her eyes might give away.  Judd went back to eating and she picked at her burger some more.  Looking back up, she spoke again.  “How did you know Graham?”

Judd looked back up at Jessi, swallowed his bite of burger, and cleared his throat.  “I followed his blog for quite a while.”  Jessi blinked, trying to make the leap from following a blog to being friends.

He sighed, wiping his mouth and setting down his napkin.  “I told you my marriage ended because we wanted different things in life.  As things started going south, I realized that one problem was that both of us wanted to be in control.  And it didn’t work.  There was no yin to the yang, you know?”

Jessi nodded, frowning.

“I started looking online for anything that could help, some kind of advice to help me save my marriage.  The more I looked, the more I realized that in my core self, I’m Dominant.”

Judd paused to let that sink in.  Jessi was listening raptly.  “I found a few websites about being Dominant, you know the kind of thing, ‘do this’, ‘don’t do that’.  When I started going out again after the divorce, I tried some things, some really stupid things.  I made a few dates through FetLife and they were disastrous.”  He shook his head, half smiling.  “Graham’s writing was a revelation.  I thought, here’s a guy who knows what it is to be Dominant, to lead a submissive in the right way.”

She still didn’t say anything so he pushed on.  “I became something of a stalker,” he laughed, “reading every article, digging through his archives…  I commented on his posts and asked questions, and he was always nice, he always took the time to answer me.”  Judd took a break, nibbling on a handful of fries.  Jessi sipped her beer and waited.

“When I realized he was local, I worked up the nerve to ask him to meet me for coffee, and he agreed.  We met at Howley’s, and we talked for hours.”

“Howley’s,” Jessi repeated.

Judd grinned wryly.  “Cooked in sight…”

“Must be right,” she finished, smiling sadly.

He nodded.  “We met about once a month after that.  He was my mentor, but he was also my friend.”

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FOR SPARROW launches October 3, but for a limited time you can
reserve your copy for the pre-order rate of 99¢.
After launch day, the price goes up.

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Watch This Space–THURSDAY’S CHILD BY Jolie Mason

Jolie MasonMeet Hayden Thursday, a detective for the Metropolitan Police Department.

The Met is really a mega-city, a conglomeration of many cities growing together as populations booms and technology changes.

Thursday is called by many a hero because she pulled a few people out of a fire a few years back, but she really doesn’t see herself that way. She’s a cop. That’s it.

In Thursday’s Child, her debut novel, Thursday gets a new case, a serial killer case, and she could have done without it.

It’s one of the most unpleasant cases she ever caught. Someone is stabbing their victims and leaving them on display in stasis where they can slowly bleed out.


I’m so thrilled!  My favorite sci-fi/romance author has a brand new book coming out October 5, and it’s a mystery this time!  It’s the first book in a new series and we’re getting in on the ground floor.

Here’s the blurb:

Detective Thursday just caught another homicide in the borough, her first serial killer case. So much for the holiday spirit. These horrific murders should be bad enough, but as she works the case, solves the puzzle and finds a witness to protect, Hayden discovers a much bigger intrigue at play, one that will change her life irrevocably.

In this debut thriller by Jolie Mason, she begins the tale of Detective Hayden Thursday, a young detective in the mega-city known as the Metropolitan City Authority at the dawn of the new century. She made homicide detective through hard work and determination, and she hates a good mystery. That’s why she works so hard to answer the tough questions.

She and her partner, Randall Ace, are working against the clock to track down a serial killer in the Met, and it takes them into the underbelly of corporate research and development, leading them to illegal research, cybernetics and beyond. Hayden finds herself a little distracted by Dr. Gray Kerry, her witness and the biggest question mark in her life.

This series is best enjoyed in order and falls into the category of romantic fiction, but is not a true romance. If you love a good thriller, you might love Thursday.

How about an excerpt from THURSDAY’S CHILD?

 

 

A comm beep at the door sounded causing Hayden to go on complete alert. It was close to midnight. She pulled her stunner and held it to her side as she went back to the door and hit the vid comm for her hallway.

Dr. Gray Kerry stood on her doorstep looking frayed around the edges and nervous. He was decidedly less buttoned up now, she thought. “Detective Thursday, I’m here with information. Do you intend to let me in?”

She hit the broadcast button. “Have you looked at the time, Doctor?”

She watched Kerry struggle not to roll his eyes at her. “If I could come into your office, I would, Detective.”

She kept the stunner to hand, but Hayden decided to buzz him in. After all, he was perfectly aware there was a record of his visit to her. It would do him no good to hurt the detective investigating him. There were more where she came from.

“Come in, Doctor,” she said.

“You can call me Gray,” he said affably once he’d stepped into her foyer.

“You can call me detective,” she answered curtly. “What brings you here at this late hour, Doctor? We keep the precinct open twenty four hours for your convenience.”

“I’m sure that’s true. I came to you personally, Detective, because I can’t help you while being detained. I know who your killer is, and I’m trying to stop him.”

“I’m listening,” she told him folding her arms to let him see the stunner in her hand. He watched the weapon warily as he started to explain himself.

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THURSDAY’S CHILD is available
exclusively on Amazon for the time being.
You can pre-order for just 99¢ at this LINK.
And it will be available on Kindle Unlimited.

 

 

Weekend Excerpt–FOR SPARROW: Meet the Villain

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FOR SPARROW, Dream Dominant Book 3, comes out October 3.  It’s the story of Jessi Crenshaw, whose husband Graham dies unexpectedly, leaving her mourning the loss of her husband, lover, friend, and Dominant.

As it turns out, Graham had an inkling that his health was in decline, and he made provisions for Jessi.  He tapped his friend and protege in the Lifestyle, firefighter paramedic Judd Farris, to step in as Jessi’s surrogate Dom, at least until she gets back on her feet.

They move forward in a platonic D/s relationship, but soon find it hard to resist their mutual attraction.  Unknown to them, however, is the fact that danger is heading in their direction.

FOR SPARROW marks the first time I’ve ever written a proper villain as a character.  Today, meet Gary Wayne Gentry.

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Gary Wayne Gentry is a nondescript little man with dreams of being someone important.  He’s the guy who’s always on the outside, looking in.

He yearns to do a job that requires a uniform, but he was unceremoniously drummed out of the army for attacking a fellow recruit.  And after they see the results of his personality inventory, he can’t land a job with either the police or fire department.

Tired of not being noticed, he embarks on a violent cross-country tour, targeting first responders along the way.  He’ll show them.

Here’s an all-new excerpt featuring the villain of the story.

Gary Wayne Gentry stood watching as firefighters fought to extinguish the blaze in Parson’s Hardware on the main street of Baker City, Oregon.  He was merely one in a crowd of lookie-loos that had gathered on the opposite side of the street, a guy so nondescript that no one would ever remark on the short, balding man with a slight paunch.  No one would even notice him.  Which used to bother Gary.

Used to.  But he’d learned that being unnoticeable could be an asset.

He watched as the supervisor barked out orders to the firefighters on the ground.  Hoses were deployed, plans were followed.  Soon enough, thick black smoke turned white.  Which meant the fire was out, there were merely a few hot spots that merited attention.

He knew this because Gary had always wanted to be a firefighter.  Or a cop.  Or a soldier.  Some damn thing with a uniform.

He’d actually been in the Army for a short time.  Until he’d been involved in an altercation with a fellow recruit.  It hadn’t been his fault.  Gary Wayne Gentry didn’t take shit off of anybody.  The cry baby had had his jaw wired shut for a few weeks, and everybody lost their mother-effing minds.  To keep the bureaucratic wheels running smoothly, they’ve given him a General discharge, and Gary was adrift once again.

He’d tried the police and the firefighters, and gotten damn close, too.  It was always when they saw the results of his personality inventory that they said, “Thanks, but no thanks.”

Watching the Baker City FD roll up their hoses and gather their other equipment, Gary snorted.  Always so GD superior, like their shit don’t stink.  Probably effing volunteer, sum’bitches.

He had a uniform, mind you.  Like that was hard to get.  There was a uniform store on every corner in America.  Sometimes he’d dress up and go to a bar.  It was usually enough to get a few free drinks.  Gary would spin some yarn about the fires he’d put out, and the people he’d saved.  That only lasted so long before people got tired of listening.

Firefighters probably got a lot of pussy, too.  Only so far, the fake uniform hadn’t yielded much of that.

And the problem with small towns was, although he was reasonably anonymous, people would notice a man with a gun.  That much he was positive about.  A crowd that small, someone would definitely notice if he tried to pick off a firefighter or two.

Which was a pain in the ass, because that was the whole point of starting the fire anyway.  What, did you think Gary Wayne Gentry was just a firebug, one of those pathetic bastards who got their rocks off watching fire?  Please.  The fire was simply a means to an end.

He used to listen to scanners and try to show up at fires and car accidents and such.  But who has time for that, really?  When you set the fire, you know exactly when and where they’re going to show up, it’s not rocket science.

Anyway, clearly, Baker City, Oregon was way too small for him to be able to indulge in his favorite sport.  But then, you live and you learn, don’t you?  He’d worked his way up the west coast with a moderate degree of success.  Los Angeles and San Francisco had been goldmines for his little pastime.  So crowded, so full of crazies.  When the odd firefighter here or there, and one cop, he was proud to say, ended up shot at emergency calls, the authorities always blamed gang violence or some such nonsense.  Sometimes he wondered if he should be offended, gangs getting the credit for his work.  But he wasn’t ready to stop, so the better for him if he remained unnoticed.

If someone, his mother for instance, bothered to ask him, “Gary, why do you do these things?” he knew exactly what he’d say.

Because they think they’re better than me, that’s why.  Because they think I’m not good enough, that’s why.  G.D. mother-effers.  I’m smarter than all of them.

As the last of the onlookers left the scene, Gary decided that remaining unseen was the best plan, so he mosied on back to his beige Chevy Impala and drove away slowly.  There was one thing he was sure of.  He sure as shit couldn’t go any further west.  He laughed, imagining himself driving into the Pacific Ocean.  So, east it was.

Heading off into the dark night, he considered his choice of hobbies.  It was unorthodox, maybe.  But it wasn’t his fault, not really.  His name was Gary Wayne Gentry.  Seriously, his mother should have known better.

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