Monday, November 26, 2012

His Heart's Desire!

Only 2 more days before my first full length paranormal is available! His Heart's Desire will be available for download on the 29th! I'm so excited. You must add this to your Must Be Downloaded and Read Pile!

Here is the blurb...

What’s a woman to do when faced with the man of her dreams—literally?
Catrìona MacDougall has dreamed of a highland warrior for years and over the course of her life she’s fallen irretrievably in love with a man she can’t have. This won’t do and she vows it’s time to put the dream man on the shelf and find a real man who can make her melt. What should seem like a very uncomplicated plan soon proves to be anything but. Catrìona is about to get way more than she ever bargained on. Maybe dreams really can become reality.

Laird Braden Ross, once a brave warrior for his clan was to marry Catrìona MacDougall and what started as a marriage to solidify clan relations turns into a love match. But, when Braden leaves MacDougall land with his bride to be, they are ambushed by banished members of the Comyn clan under the direction of Morgana a druid priestess who has long held deep feelings for Braden and when those feelings weren’t returned she vowed to make him pay. She attacks Catrìona and leaves her to die in Braden’s arms after cursing him into a loveless existence until his soulmate releases him.
Braden has been trying to reach out to Catrìona but she is convinced he’s nothing but a dream. He needs to prove to her they are meant to be, before she banishes him to the afterlife.

And here is a wee dram...

Catrìona ran her hands down the hard back of her lover, reveling in the flexing muscles as he thrust deep into her woman’s center, becoming a part of her. This was the only time she ever felt complete.

“I love you, Catrìona. Feel me; know me.” His voice was rough, like sandpaper, and yet it drifted over her senses like velvet.

“I do; I do feel you.” Pain danced through her voice and heart as she realized her time with her knight was growing to an end. “I love you, Braden. Forever.”

She grabbed at his strong buttocks in a pitiful attempt to hold him close.
“Aye, lass, forever,” he whispered.

Catrìona sat upright in bed pushing her tangled hair out of her eyes. Tears streamed down her face, but she ignored the salty drops. Her body burned as if she actually had been making passionate love, and she tried hard to bring her breathing under control. She was tired of forever waking to the taste of her tears and the pain in her heart.

An ache between her legs reminded her she was still unsatisfied. Yet she knew in her heart she would only experience the release she desired in the arms of her dream lover.
Reaching over, she clicked on her bedside lamp. The mournful sound of a saxophone from a jazz club down the street danced on the air. The lamp cast its buttery light over the small room as she gazed with longing at the old portrait hanging over her bedroom mantel. Her Scottish knight; her dream lover. She feared he was the only man she’d ever love.
Pathetic. He was nothing more than canvas, paint, shadows and color. But he looked so lifelike. On more than one occasion she had reached out to touch him, yet it was always in vain.

Catrìona padded over to the portrait and stared. “I wish I knew who you were and why you haunt me so.”

The man in the portrait didn’t answer her, but she didn’t expect him to. Still, something compelled her to speak her thoughts aloud. Somehow, she knew he heard her. He had always heard her. He stood in a commanding position with his broadsword in hand, ready to do battle for his lady-love or clan. Regardless of the reason, this man was willing to fight for what was important to him.

His long dark hair fell in sensual waves down his back, and his well-developed chest was bare, with the exception of a swath of plaid across the tawny skin. A Celtic armband encircled his left bicep, drawing Catrìona’s eye to the sinewy strength there. This strength would never be used against her but rather to protect her. A shiver of longing danced across her skin at the thought. Those dark eyes of his stared out, tempting and promising so much. She often wondered if her ancestor had taken artistic license when she created him.

Catrìona knew deep in her heart she had not. The artist had faithfully captured the sensual gaze in his beautiful, dark brown eyes. The promise of fulfillment burned there, beckoning the unsuspecting.

Catrìona called the painting Her Highlander, not knowing who he was or if he even hailed from the Highlands. “Why do I dream about you with such detail? I can feel your hot breath on my skin. Your rough and callused fingers are like magic on my flesh.”
She continued to stare. Tonight the dreams had been different. Tonight she had almost reached orgasm. This time the slight clenching of her womb had rippled through her—she’d tottered on the sweet, delicious precipice and ached to crash over the edge to total oblivion.

No answer came from the painting, so she turned away from him and padded back to her bed. After taking a moment to straighten the sheets, she climbed into the cool linen. A quick glance at her alarm clock confirmed it was still too early to get up. It was two a.m.
Catrìona hadn’t even been asleep for three hours before the dream had wakened her. Her sensual dreams were not uncommon, but it had been different this time. This time she had felt more than her phantom lover’s touch. This time she’d smelled him; a combination of spice and male musk—a potent elixir. She was supremely aware of the rough texture of the sheeting beneath her naked body. The scent of heather and wood smoke hung in the air.

Her feelings for the portrait were odd, and she was the first to admit it. Her grandmother had accepted Catrìona’s preoccupation with the knight right from the beginning. That had been the summer she’d turned thirteen. Catrìona had always loved visiting her Grammy. It meant seeing him. Her mother would drop Catrìona off with a kiss on the cheek and promise to call—a promise she never managed to keep, no matter how hard Catrìona prayed she would. Grammy would dry her eyes and set her up in her special bedroom with the portrait of the knight hanging across the room on the wall. When she finally asked about him, when she was around eleven, her grandmother’s answer had been vague but offered with a smile. Catrìona now knew it had been a knowing smile.

“See, lass, you have your very own guardian knight. He will ease your loneliness.”
And he had. He came to her, teasing her with his kind words, making her feel like a princess of old. There had been magic at Grammy’s house.

Well, her grandmother was dead now. She had passed on to the next realm three weeks ago, leaving Catrìona bereft. Frustrated at her physical and emotional condition, Catrìona growled aloud. Why was she being so unreasonable? And what did it say about her that she was so taken with a painting? It was as pathetic as the women who went gaga over Brad Pitt, convinced that if they were able to get his attention he’d leave Angelina Jolie. Yeah, sure, that happened all the time in the real world. The same could be said about her. Her Highlander was not going to step out of his frame and into her arms.

She turned away from the picture and stared at the opposite wall. She had a very important client appointment tomorrow, and needed to get her act together. Catrìona designed wedding dresses, and this next commission could win her the success she’d been working towards for years. She had to land this account.

Staying up into the early hours of the morning, lamenting over her pathetic hang-up with a man who did not exist, was not going to help her situation. The sounds of the French Quarter drifted on the air. No matter the time of day, the Quarter hummed with activity. Voices rose in laughter and good cheer, reminding her of how alone she was at that moment. Punching the pillow in a pitiable attempt to make herself comfortable, Catrìona closed her eyes and allowed the sandman to work his magic once again.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Happy Friday!

Happy Friday, friends. Wow, I can't believe that this month is half over already! Where is the time going? It never fails, when I have a ton of stuff to do, like I do this month, things get away from me. I'm almost done with my NaNo (National Write a Novel in a Month) challenge. As of last night it was at 40k. Not too shabby I must say! You're probably asking how terribly brilliant is the writing if I'm knocking out a full length novel in the space of 30 days. Truthful answer, not brilliant...but hey that's what a rough draft is supposed to be...a rough my philosophy is you can't fix what's not written.  My upcoming full length release, His Heart's Desire was actually a NaNo book so it's is possible to do a turn around and make it worth something!

Also, please join me today, November 16th at From Me to You Reviews! I'm guest blogging over there. Read and excerpt of my latest Trouble story The Trouble with Cupcakes! Leave a comment and be entered to win a $10 Amazon gift card! Hope to chat with y'all!

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Happy Veteran's Day!


I just want to take a moment and say THANK YOU! As a former military spouse, and current military mother I can honestly say that serving the country is not an easy thing. It's difficult, it's heartbreaking at times and then there are times that just take your breath away with pride. However, I wouldn't change my experience with this for a thing. My pride in my family that serves knows no bounds...they are protecting the freedoms and rights we sometimes take for granted. Let me assure you, these people more than anyone else on earth knows how precious these freedoms are. Remember it takes a very special person to put something so much bigger and important ahead of themselves.

This picture speaks volumes about what service to this country means! So many serve alongside the active duty personal. Please say a prayer for everyone involved...the hardest thing about serving the military as a family member is letting go when all you want to do is hang on as tight as you can.

So today as you spend time with your family and friends, enjoying this beautiful Sunday, say an extra prayer for those serving abroad far from blood family. And know you can sleep a little better tonight knowing someone...a perfect stranger has your back...

Saturday, November 10, 2012



Come Join Me!

Keep November 16th open! I'll be blogging over at From Me to you...Video, Photography & Book Reviews! Leave a comment and an email address you can be reached at and you'll be entered into a drawing for $10 gift card from Amazon! Who couldn't use some book happiness in their life? I hope to get to know all my readers!

Also all of our titles are 50% off until the 16th! Great chance to get some amazing reads at a discounted price. Visit our publisher page for a list of authors and titles!
Tirgearr Publishing
THE TROUBLE with CUPCAKES is available now...

Heather Ryan is the proud owner of Cupcakes on Royal. It’s a thriving business, but if she wants to put her cupcakery on the map, she needs to win the coveted Krewe of Bacchus after-party contract. When she finds out who’s leading the Krewe, Heather realizes she’s about to get a second chance with her first true but unrequited love, Alec Carlisle.

Alec is a successful New Orleans lawyer. As the leader of the Krewe of Bacchus, it’s up to him to put together the top caterers from around the city to cater the Krewe’s Fat Tuesday event. He has few regrets in life, but missing a chance with a woman from long ago is one he plans on rectifying when he finds out Heather is the baker behind Cupcakes on Royal. It won’t be an easy task, there are a lot of years behind them, but Heather is worth fighting for. His ex, Lila, who’s also vying for the contract, has her eyes on winning the contract at all costs. She also makes it clear she wants Alec back.

Will Heather and Alec find forgiveness of the past and be able to get past Lila’s obstacles to find the sweet ending they both deserve?
I've been a bad, bad author and I'm sorry I haven't been keeping up with this blog! Goodness, this is going to have to be a 2013 New Year's resolution me thinks!

Anyhow I'm going to get you caught up with what's been going on with me. OY! I've had two new Trouble novella's come out. The Trouble with Voodoo is available now at B&N, Amazon, Smashwords, and iBooks!


Ashley Quinn is fulfilling her dream of opening her own bookstore. In the heart of New Orleans, she finds the perfect location just off Bourbon Street, only to find the building is haunted by the ghost of the original owner, an 18th century notorious rake, Royce Kingston. Ashley has long-suffered haunting dreams of a young woman suffering incredible heartbreak, dreams that leave Ashley shaking and in tears on waking. When she learns she is the reincarnated woman from her dreams, it's up to her to break an ancient curse to save the man she'd loved so long ago, the same man who'd irreparably broken her heart-Royce!

Royce Kingston lived a reckless life. Women were attracted to him and he did nothing to dissuade them. He enjoyed wild nights of fun and flirtatious but momentary romance. He'd broken many hearts, but that was part and parcel of the kind of man he'd been. But he'd broken the heart of the wrong woman. She put him in the place in which he now found himself existing. Ironically, she is the only woman who can save him. He must prove he's worth giving a second chance. But unable to tell Ashley how to break the curse, he could find himself trapped between worlds. And time is running out.