Re-release Day! Now available: TRANSCENDENT

Now available through Amazon and Barnes and Noble is a re-release of the two stories I had in the Agony/Ecstasy anthology that came out a couple of years ago. These short stories feature the same couple, Marin and Cole, with one told from Marin’s POV and the other from Cole’s.

I really recommend the entire anthology, too, especially if you’re looking for talented authors in BDSM and erotic romance. Del Dryden, Helen Kay Dimon, Margaret Rowe, and Shoshanna Evers all have stories in this book, just to name a few. It’s $5 at Amazon right now, and worth the price.

Happy reading!

Friday Reads, Knitting, and a Sneak Peek

I’m a little delusional this Friday. I’m working on copy edits for my March release, The List, and I need to clean my whole house, top to bottom, in anticipation of company next week. Surely there will be time to read and knit, right?

Books + yarn = happy!

Books + yarn = happy!

Don’t burst my bubble, folks. The project on the needles is the Smart Bitches Outlandish Arm Warmers by @ElyseIndeed, knit with Rowan Yarn’s Fine Tweed in Wensley (that’s blue-green for those of you who don’t speak Rowan). These are going to be a fun, quick knit, lots of stockinette so suitable for knitting with one eye on a movie or a soccer game.

Claire's arm warmers. Pattern by @ElyseIndeed via @SmartBitches

Claire’s arm warmers. Pattern by @ElyseIndeed via @SmartBitches

I’m not sure I’ll actually wear them. Fingerless gloves, etc, look very cool on other people, but I’m usually so cold I’m wearing a turtleneck and a thick sweater. My opportunities to wear a 3/4 length shirt sleeve and some diabolically adorable arm warmers are slim. I might end up giving them away.

The other yarn is for the Honey Cowl, knit in the recommended MadelineTosh DK in Moorland. I think. I can’t wait to cast that on. The pics on Ravelry and Flickr are so beautiful!

Item the third: a couple of lines from The List.

“I’m not going to jump.”

“I didn’t think you were,” he said. He had a long face with strong bones and a full-lipped mouth that looked like it rarely smiled. She found herself wondering how his smile transformed his face, if it made it foolish, or charming.

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Whether you’re cleaning, knitting, or reading, I hope you have a great weekend!

One Line Wednesday

Well, technically two lines that comprise one thought. A snippet of dialogue from the The Muse, an Irresistible novel due out next year.

“You’re trying to get your brain to tell your body it’s safe, to think your way into safety. Maybe your body needs to get used to being in danger and being okay.”

*This is from the rough draft, so the above may be revised, edited, or cut completely. Items in the mirror are closer than they appear. Tax, title, and license extra. Your mileage may vary. Mine certainly does.

Now available: Afternoon Delight!

Afternoon Delight, the first book in the Irresistible series, is now available!

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Sarah Naylor, food truck co-owner and recent Manhattan transplant, savors each moment of her new job—whether it’s refining the truck’s menu, learning the city, or spending afternoons in bed with the hot paramedic who’s fast becoming her favorite customer.

Tim Cannon spends his days sprinting from one emergency to the next. He eats like he works—at top speed—somewhere along the line he lost his ability to enjoy life’s simple pleasures. Hooking up with Sarah is just another way to cope with the stress of his job, until their afternoon trysts coax Tim into enjoying everything he’s avoided. Can Tim learn to balance his job saving lives with the everyday delights that make life worth living? If anyone can teach him, it’s Sarah….


Wheee! I hope you love it!

Final teaser for Afternoon Delight

Setup: Tim and Sarah have a running challenge…and Tim’s finally won one.

He walked to his apartment in the same erotic haze, the spring sunshine a tangible weight on his skin. The city’s air still smelled fresh, not yet tainted with summer’s heat of exhaust, rubber, asphalt, garbage, and eight million people. He inhaled. Warm buns from the bakery on the corner. The trees, stressed as they were by not enough light and polluted air, were bursting from bud to leaf. He could smell that, too. Not even the cabbage and onions simmering on his downstairs neighbor’s stove could eradicate the promise of sunshine and life.

He carried around plenty, the weight of responsibility for his patients the heaviest burden, the weight of training Casey additional and necessary. He was happy to carry it; passing on knowledge was a critical part of the job. But just like good stress was still stress, any responsibility he shouldered added weight. But the sunshine, like Sarah, somehow lightened the burden.

“Get a grip, Cannon,” he muttered. “Next you’ll be composing poetry to the birds.”

His phone buzzed. He pulled it from his cargo pants pocket and looked at it.

I’ll be there by four.

Finally, the end was in sight. He wanted her to know what to expect, so he sent her a quick response, just to set the mood. Be ready to pay up.

I hope you enjoyed this last teaser…the whole book is on sale tomorrow! 🙂

Afternoon Delight teaser: All Dialogue

“You are an absolutely rotten loser.”

“I am not. I just don’t concede defeat,” he said, and kissed her again.

“You’re touching me.”

“I’m kissing you. You didn’t say I couldn’t kiss you.”

“Your skin is touching my skin.”

He kissed her heated cheek, then her ear. “Darlin’, if we were skin to skin right now, you wouldn’t be arguing semantics with me.”

Happy Thursday, everyone… 🙂

Hump day Afternoon Delight teaser

Another excerpt from Afternoon Delight, out Tuesday, 9/16/2014 from Berkley Intermix!

She shooed him back to the table, waited until he sat down, then set the plate in front of him. “Individual chocolate lava cakes,” she announced.

The flavors in the first mouthful spread over his tongue, hot and cool and sweet and tart all at once, just hot enough to make him respect it. The dish rewarded his attention with a sensory explosion unlike any in his previous experience. It smelled like heaven, tasted like a dream, looked like something out of a magazine. He could hear it calling his name.

Without thinking it through, he reached out and scooped a bit of chocolate, cream, and raspberry juice onto his fingertip, then extended it to her. She smiled, leaned forward, and licked it off one cat stroke at a time. He stopped breathing.

“You were holding back with the beater,” he said when she’d finished.

“I don’t mix sex and cooking,” she said matter-of-factly. “I’ll do neither well, when both should be done to the absolute best of my ability.” She took another mouthful of the dessert. “And savored,” she said when she’d swallowed.


“Never. Much of what I make doesn’t respond well to my being distracted. Also, it’s really unhygienic for the kitchen, and the list of foodstuffs that shouldn’t be introduced to a woman’s private parts is actually quite long.”

He burst out laughing.

“You can’t tell me you don’t see all kinds of weird stuff.”

“The ER sees more vegetables in awkward places than I do, but every so often we get dispatched to cut someone out of a pair of handcuffs.”

“Always try the key first,” she said, then scraped the last bit of torte off her plate and ate it.


She cocked her head and looked at him. “Still want to stick around?”

A little more Afternoon Delight

When a competitive foodie and an ultra-competitive paramedic get together, winning is everything….

He set his wine on the counter and crossed the kitchen. “I have the ultimate respect for you after what you did on Wednesday,” he said, purposefully pitching his voice low and rough, waiting for her response. He knew so little about what turned her on, but that did, his honest reaction to the memory of what she’d done to him. He was a little aroused and a little embarrassed and a whole lot desperate to do it again.

She’d done all the heavy lifting last time, so it was a relief to brace his forearms on the stove’s hood and explore the curve of her ear, using only his lips until she shuddered and her eyelids drooped. He gently traced the inner whorl with his tongue, then nipped less gently at her lobe, noting that her hand, automatically stirring something thick and yellow, halted entirely at the use of his teeth. She liked the edge, but then again, he already knew that.

“You’re playing dirty,” she said.

“This surprises you?” he murmured into her hair. “I thought you were sharper than that.”

“I’m not surprised,” she said. Her hand hovered dangerously close to the hot pot, so he slid his fingers along her forearm and guided it to the counter. “I’m letting you know I see what you’re doing.”

Wild  curls tickled his cheek as he smiled. “What am I doing?”

“You’re looking down my shirt, for one.”

He outright laughed. “I am. I didn’t see anything last time.”

“You certainly did,” she said.

“All right, I didn’t see enough.”

“And you’re trying to seduce me out of taking a forfeit.”

“Right again,” he said. He unfastened the knitted belt of her sweater and opened the fabric. It was warm to the touch, perhaps from the heat of the stove, but more likely from the heat of her body, radiating like the scent of the sauce and whatever grain was slowly bubbling at the back of the stove.

“Hmm,” she said as he rested his hands on her rib cage, just below her breasts. “What will you give me in exchange for releasing you from our agreement?”


Here’s a little something to spice up your afternoon….

That was easy.

Six feet and at least three inches of tall, brooding blond man leaned against the counter of the Citibank and invited her over. For sex.

Sarah remembered her last long, coherent conversation with Aunt Joan, near the end of her two-year battle with ovarian cancer. It’s not long now. Promise me, promise me when I’m gone, you’ll go back to the way you were. You’ve given up so much of your life to take care of me. It’s not the kind of challenge a twenty-five-year-old woman should take on. Do something just for you.

Moving from San Francisco to New York was the first step. Opening the food truck with Trish was the second. The next thing she’d like to do, just for herself, had just invited her over for an afternoon delight.

Enjoy the rest of your day, and stay tuned for more teasers from AFTERNOON DELIGHT, out Sept 16…


I love the middle of the afternoon. The morning rush is over, evening fun and family times are on the horizon, and there’s usually a little break time for a treat: a bit of chocolate, sneaking a few pages of reading, something quiet, something I’m not likely to announce on Twitter or Facebook. Something just for me.

The heroine in my latest erotic romance, AFTERNOON DELIGHT, feels the same way. Sarah is a chef for a food truck, so her work day winds down in the middle of the afternoon; the hero, Tim, works the day shift as a paramedic, so he’s off work earlier than most people, too. Which leaves them lots of time to do something that feels a little bit secret, a little bit special…fall in love.

The book comes out on September 16, 2014. Every afternoon between now and then I’m going to give you a bite-sized treat of AFTERNOON DELIGHT, to spice up your afternoon. Here, Tim meets Sarah for the first time…

Movement caught his attention. He looked over his left shoulder to see the food truck woman walking toward him, a steaming bowl in one hand. Probably it was her lunch break, too, now that the rush was over. He stood up in case she wanted the bench in the sunshine.

She flashed him that bright smile. “Don’t leave,” she said.

“I thought you wanted this bench,” he said.

“I did, because you were sitting on it.”

A fast talker. Just the way he liked it. He sat back down, stretched his arm across the back of the seat, and smiled back. “Still here, darlin’.”

She held out the bowl, a napkin and spork cupped between her palm and the bottom of the bowl. “Do me a favor and give this a try.”

More mid-afternoon treats coming every day until Sept 16, when AFTERNOON DELIGHT releases! Full excerpt available here, and preorder links are available through Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon! 😉