Monday, May 22, 2017


When a bomb landed on Autumn Callahan’s doorstep, she found her dream had turned into a nightmare. The veterinarian had built her practice from the ground up and established a dedicated clientele—something that provoked an enemy into targeting her. Fearing for his daughter’s life, her father appoints Jackson Cooper to protect her. He was a man with a past and the last man she expected—or wanted—to keep her safe.

Jackson Cooper never thought his best friend’s annoying little sister would have blossomed into such an alluring woman. He broke her heart nearly fourteen years ago, but that wouldn’t prevent him from keeping her safe now. The domineering man always got what he wanted. She could hate him, but he’d do whatever was necessary to keep her alive.

The longer they remained together, the more difficult it became to deny the hidden desires they felt for one another. Someone wanted to eliminate Autumn and her business, but Jackson vowed to not let that happen. He came back into her life for a reason, and this time, it wouldn’t be so easy for either of them to walk away.


“Get out of my room,” she said in the calmest voice she could muster. In the end though, it came out hoarse.

“Not until we get a few things straight.” He stood perfectly still at the door, pinning her with his eyes. “I’m here on business. Your father hired me to protect you, and I fully plan on doing my job. So get it out of your pretty little mind you’ll somehow get rid of me or avoid me the entire time, I’m here. It’s not going to happen. I see all my battles through to the end. This one is no different.”

She refused to cry in front of him. He had lowered her from a human being to a job in five seconds flat. The look in his eyes said that he didn’t care. He didn’t give a shit about her or her life. He was in it for the money.

“I don’t care. Just leave me alone.”

“Not until someone tells me what the hell is going on.” Jackson stepped inside her bedroom. “Why do you need someone to protect your stubborn ass?”

“Look here, buddy. You do not get to come into my home and insult me. I don’t give a shit what my father told you or is paying you, but this is my house and ultimately my decision.”

A spark of interest flashed through his eyes and his lips curved slightly at her remark. “I fully intend on the Major briefing me, but I haven’t the slightest idea what the hell is going on. I need you to tell me what happened so I can plan the best course of action.”

Course of action. Yeah. Right.

“Someone planted a small bomb in a package and sent it to me. It blew up at my office. My father’s overactive imagination thinks the person who sent it is out for blood and planned on killing me in the process. I know enough about bombs from studying with Nick that a little hand-held isn’t going to threaten a life. Take an arm off, maybe. But not take a life.”

“And you saying that shows your na├»ve stupidity.”

“Stop it,” she screamed, tears forming in her eyes. “You do not get to waltz into my home and call me names. Especially when you’re uninvited.”

“No? You’d rather me sugarcoat it for you?” Jackson stepped inside her bedroom, taking up her space. “Tell your father, ‘Yeah, sure she’s tough shit. She can handle herself.’ Then stand to the side and watch your body turn into pink mist when a bigger bomb explodes—all on my watch? When hell freezes over, sweetheart. If you think I’m backing down on this mission because I hurt your feelings fourteen years ago, you’re not only stupid but an ignorant fool.”

“I hate you.”

“Yeah, well, that’s something I can live with.” He reached into the side pocket of his pants and pulled out shiny metal cuffs.

“What are you doing with those?” Autumn arched a brow.

“Until I can trust you, you’ll be handcuffed to the bed.” A sly grin crept across his face.

“You aren’t putting those things on me.” She walked around the bed, positioning it between them.

“No? Is the tough girl going to stop me?”

Autumn sized him up and immediately decided it was a battle she’d lose. Although she roughhoused with her brother Nick, Jackson was twice his size. She would lose before the battle even began. Where the hell was Davis? “I’ll scream.”

“And no one will hear you.” He grabbed her arm and clicked the first cuff in place before she could pull out of his reach. “Or better yet, no one will care.”

The cool metal wrapped around her wrist like a snake twining around a limb. Autumn struggled and Jackson’s grip tightened. She hated the tingle he sent up her arm when his fingers held her wrist immobile. Nothing was more humiliating than the fact she still had that kind of reaction toward him after all he subjected her to.

“Now that’s a good girl,” he cooed. “If you’re really nice to me, I promise to give you more freedom.”


Autumn jerked her hand away only to lose her balance and fall against the bed. Jackson climbed on top of her, pressing his body against hers to hold her still. She bit her lip to keep from saying something stupid like “Kiss me.” This was war, not foreplay, and she should have used her legs to kick him off her. Instead, her mind played their past relationship like a silent film. Each kiss, each touch flooding her memory faster than the speed of light. She groaned when he pressed his hips to her, remembering the feel of his body as he moved inside her. She’d been with men since her time with Jackson, but he was the only one who made her scream. Oh, how he made her scream.

He clicked the other cuff in place around the posts, the smug smile on his face saying he knew her thoughts. She didn’t exactly hide them, with her legs spread apart and her crotch all but rubbing against his. So much for not embarrassing herself.

“You can try to play tough, sweetheart, but in the end, you will lose, and I will win.” Jackson brushed a strand of hair from her face. His gaze lingered along the length of her body almost as intimate as a caress. “I always win.”

She screamed her frustration, and he did nothing but smile. She kicked her legs in an effort to fight him, but he moved quickly out of the way. All logical reasoning said she was doomed. She couldn’t comprehend who he thought he was coming into her house and holding her prisoner, but he sure as hell would pay for it. They’d all pay for it, starting with her overbearing father and his gallant status quo.

Jackson held out his hands. “Now don’t move.” He snickered. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Fuck you, Jackson!”

He smiled. “As memory serves, you already have.”

Monday, May 15, 2017

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Thursday, April 27, 2017

“I don’t give a fuck what happens tomorrow. You’re mine, Piper. Mine.”

King Aleo needed a mate. Tradition meant that all the female shifters in the kingdom came to the castle to pledge their love for him in the hopes that they would be chosen to be his forever. However, Piper arrived at the ceremony with another problem at hand and she fully intended to challenge everything the king believed about their traditions. Humans were forbidden to mate with shifters, but Aleo's love for Piper was not something he could ignore. Will Aleo be forced into a custom that rips him from his true love forever? Or will the King be able to change the rules before the matching ceremony begins?

“Get me a towel,” he said letting her go.
Piper stood and grabbed the towel she’d brought in for him. “I’ll go get some clean sheets for the bed.”
He stood, his cock erect from the teasing. After dabbing his arms and chest, he wrapped the towel around his waist. Piper had moved to the side, watching him. The top of her dress was damp from the bath, and he could see her hard nipples and the outline of her luscious breasts.
His idea of not fucking her backfired. Every time she was around, his entire body knew about it. He wanted nothing more than to spend his last night as a single man buried inside the one woman that he could never have. She cleared her throat and walked across the room. Before she could leave, he grabbed her, pulling her back to him. 
“Nobody gives a fuck about clean sheets.” He stared into her eyes. “If I told you I wanted to fuck you, what would your response be?”
Piper’s gaze darted around the room. “Your future mate wouldn’t like that.”
“No.” He shook his head. “But she’s not here, and you are.”
The slender column of her neck had faint marks from his fingers. He liked how possessive it looked. “Take your dress off.”
“I don’t think…”
“I didn’t tell you to think. I told you to take your dress off. Now.”
Piper moved away from him. He watched her a moment as she walked across the room. She turned to face him. “No.”
The defiance was back. His pulse sped up. “No?”
“No.” She propped her hand on her hip. 
He stalked toward her. “That sassy little mouth and that revealing dress have had me hard all day. You’ve awakened the beast in me, sweetheart. Now you’re going to learn what that really means.”


Saturday, April 15, 2017

"I know I'm better than him...Your body says far more than your lips ever will."

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I knew how to please women. So good in fact, they paid me to do it. With a soft kiss to the back of their neck or a teasing bite on their inner thigh, I made them beg before making them scream. It was a game we played. However, Kelsey didn’t enter my life for the same reason as most. With her, it wasn’t a game. I’d willingly fulfill her every desire but the fantasy world we had created started to blur with reality. The tables had turned really fast. She had me at her mercy before I even said hello and I was the one on my knees begging…


Hiring an escort to get my writing groove back was something close to insane. One bad book, a failed long-term relationship, and a family that didn’t know when to quit had me on the edge of desperation to get my life together. A weekend was what Caleb offered me. For a hefty price, he’d give me everything I wanted. I agreed to it for the right reasons, but I never dreamed that one weekend with a sinfully sexy man wouldn’t be anywhere near enough.



“You can’t wait for this date to be over, can you?”
I glanced to the side, spotting a man taking a seat at one of the empty tables. “It’s not that.”
“No. I’ve been here before. The pretty girls always find something wrong with me. It’s cool.” He pulled out his wallet and paid the ticket.
“Would you excuse me? I really need to use the restroom.” Five glasses of water would do that to a girl.
I stood to find the bathroom, and when I came back, he was gone. Did he really have no idea why people didn’t like him? Another couple was being led to the table, and I felt stupid standing there. 
The cute guy who sat down by himself glanced up at me and I walked over to him. “Excuse me. Did you see where that man went?”
“Uh, I think he left.”
“Of course he left.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
“First date?” the guy asked.
“Something like that.” I glanced at my phone. “My sister set me up with him. He works in her office or something. I don’t know. It didn’t go well, obviously.”
He pushed the chair out with his foot. “Sit.”
I sat in the seat he offered and rubbed my forehead. “Are you here alone?”
He nodded. “I just ordered. You want anything?”
“No.” I chewed on my lower lip. “I drank so much water when conversation got awkward I was about to pee in my pants. I can’t believe he left me. How rude is that?”
The guy smiled. “Women saying they have to use the restroom is usually a diss. A planned escape to get out of a bad situation. He probably thought you weren’t coming back.”
I snorted. “I’m horrible at this stuff.”
He folded his hands over his stomach. “I doubt that.”
I licked my lips and his gaze focused on the movement of my tongue. Oh, hell. My body heated at the thought of him looking at me that way. Like he wanted to eat me. I teetered with the idea of letting him, too. He wasn’t bad to look at. He didn’t creep me out either with awkward conversation.
“I’m Kelsey.”
“So why are you eating alone, Caleb?”
“My plans got canceled. I got hungry.” He shrugged.
“Were you on a date, too?”
“No.” He shook his head. “I’m probably even worse than you at dating.”
I smiled. “I doubt that.”
Before I could say more, a woman came toward us dressed in designer jeans and a nice cream-colored sweater, with oversized sunglasses covering her eyes. Her long, brown hair fell around her face. She had an envelope in her hand and she sat it on the table next to the cute man.
“For earlier.” She glanced toward me. “Please. I’d really appreciate your discretion.”
He nodded once and looked at me while the woman walked away. I stared at the envelope which was full of money and glanced up at him.
“Um, I think I’m going to go now.” I stood. The only people I knew who received large sums of money were usually bad. I really didn’t need to invite anything else into my life right now. I searched through my purse for my keys.
He stuffed the envelope in his pocket. “You don’t have to rush off.”
“I probably do.” I turned slightly and caught a whiff of his cologne. Every nerve ending tingled as I breathed in his scent. What the hell was wrong with me? I acted like a hormone-crazed teenager with a crush on this man. 
“Maybe I don’t want you to leave yet.” He motioned toward the chair. “Sit. Eat with me.”
I licked my lips. “Fine.” I sat back in the seat, only because I liked him and wanted to know about the woman. “Was she your canceled plans?”
He grinned. “You sound like my girlfriend.”
I shrugged. “It’s not every day a woman approaches you with an envelope full of money and asks for discretion.”
Nodding, he leaned back and fiddled with the stem of his glass. “What is it that you do?”
“I’m a romance author.” I paused a moment. “Well, according to my latest review, I’m a washed up has been who is now boring and dull.”
“Why are you boring and dull?”
“Because apparently women don’t like the way I portray my male characters. I blame my ex for being the basis for them. He was an asshole.”
“So get a new man to inspire you.”
“Who? You?”
He stared at me. “I doubt I’m the kind of inspiration you’re looking for.”
“What is it that you do?” I asked him.
The look on his face was something between smug and coy. He didn’t offer any details so I only had to go on my assumptions. 
“Let me guess. A stripper?”
He sipped his drink. “Nope.”
I tilted my head back. “An escort?”
He didn’t say anything. Jackpot. I glanced around the restaurant. Everything seemed so casual and normal. I didn’t realize I had sat down with a man who sold sex for money.
“You look like you want to run.”
I shook my head. “No. I’m actually wondering what you charge.”
I met his gaze. The bold brown eyes staring back at me had my heart beating erratically. There was something about him that made my body react to him without a single word or touch. My palms were sweaty. My thoughts roamed beyond the point of appropriateness. 
“I’m a masseur.”
It should have been disappointing, but I wasn’t all that disappointed. I stared at his hands for a moment, taking in how wide and how long his fingers were. I could definitely picture them rubbing oil on my body while I lay naked on a table in front of him.
He shifted slightly and I met his gaze. The knowing look on his face told me that he knew every dirty thought running through my head. Hell, he was probably used to women ogling him. It was how he got business.
“How do I make an appointment?”
He licked his lips. “I’m booked at the moment.”
“And I really have a bad back from writing and all.” I reached across the table and took one of the fries off his plate. “Name your price.”

Monday, December 5, 2016

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When Austin Beckham’s sister suggests that he build his dream deck in an effort to nurse his broken heart, he jumps on it. Keeping his mind and his hands occupied was a good idea. Avoiding his ex lover’s flamboyant displays of affection toward his new lover was an even better idea. However, Austin knew nothing about carpentry. Determined to gain information from the hardware store, he meets Roman, a sexy cashier that threatens to heat up Austin’s already sweltering hot summer with just one look.

Roman has worked in construction nearly his entire life and wanted a change after his father caught him with another man in a construction trailer on a job site. Taking a lower-paying job at the local hardware store, he meets unskilled do-it-yourselfers all the time but Austin was different.

What started out as a simple question from Austin turns into something more when Roman arrives at Austin’s house for a door instillation. Sexual tension crackles between the two men as they fight the temptation to give in to their desires. Playboy Roman is good with his hands but how will he handle matters of the heart?


“Here.” Becky shoved a piece of paper at Austin’s chest as she walked past him into his house. “It’s from Mom.”

Austin read the paper and laughed. “Why didn’t she come over with you?”

Becky went into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. “‘Cause I came straight from work.” She pointed to the paper. “What’s it say?”

“‘Dummies tip of the day: When building a deck, hire a professional.’” He chuckled. “So true.”

Becky sat on the sofa and propped her feet up. “It must have come from her calendar.” She popped the top on her bottle and took a swig. “You know you’re going to have to get a different door, right?”

“No. Why?”

“Those kind dry-rot something awful.” She stood and walked over to the door, opening it. After popping the door sweep off, she looked at the wood. “Am I right or what? Take a look.”

Austin bent down to see what she was talking about. “Okay. What am I looking at?”

“Rotting wood. I had to replace mine a few years ago. It’s the same kind of door.”

“How much is that going to cost me?”

Becky shrugged. “I just picked out the door and had the hardware store install it.”

She replaced everything and closed the door. Austin stared at his sister and wondered why she got all the street smarts in the family. She used to complain because he was dubbed “the smart one,” but she was the one who made him look like a fool.

She washed her hands and sprinkled water at his face. “What’s new with you?”

He shrugged. “I’ve been working on that damn deck.” He sat on one of the barstools at the kitchen counter. “Oh, and I saw Oliver smooching Ethan yesterday. They were in the fucking parking lot of the hardware store when I walked out.”

She retrieved her beer from the living room and came back to the counter. “Why do you care so much about him? He’s a dickhead. Let it go.”

Austin ran his fingers through his hair. “I know all that, but it’s easier said than done.”

“Austin, it’s only going to get worse when school starts. You have to play nice with them. Might as well let it go and be done with it.”

He propped his head up on his fist. “Let’s stop talking about me. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Did you fuck Dr. What’s-his-name?”

She nearly spit her beer out at him. He chuckled and threw a towel at her.

“No. Oh God, no.” She shook her head. “That was a fix up.” She shivered. “A very bad fix up.”

He laughed. “At least you’ve been on a date recently.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I could fix you up if you’d let me.”

“No, thanks.” Austin leaned back on the stool. “I have enough trouble with men without your help.”

“Fine. Don’t say I didn’t offer.”

He rolled his eyes. His sister was annoying and sweet at the same time. “I did meet a guy yesterday. Well, I didn’t really meet him. I sort of eavesdropped on his conversation with an older woman while looking for the items I needed from the hardware store.”

Becky leaned on the counter, interested. “Is he hot?”

Austin nodded, taking a drink from his beer.

“Did you ask him out?”

“What?” He frowned. “No.”

She sighed loudly. “How are you going to get a date if you don’t ask the guy out?”

“I don’t even know if I want to date him.”

“You think he’s straight?”

Austin shrugged. “Could be. I didn’t see him feeling up a hot construction worker. I guess anything’s possible.”

“You want me to hit on him and find out?”

“No!” She grinned and scooted away from him, heading toward the door. “Becky, I mean it. Leave it alone.”

“What’s his name?”

“I’m not saying.”

“That won’t stop me. I know your type. I’ll find him.” She grabbed her keys and left.

Austin rubbed a hand over his face. Now was as good of time as any to place an order for that door. He reached for his wallet and keys and followed her, catching up before she backed out of his drive.


Thursday, November 17, 2016

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 Feisty businesswoman Aubree Manning knew coming back to Prospect, Texas would land her in the middle of drama. Her ex-boyfriend-turned-sheriff, Parker Montgomery, never forgave her for dumping his Camaro into the pond before she left town. Determined to make her pay, Parker arrests her the moment she enters town, but she manages to smooth talk her way out of trouble. However, it soon becomes difficult to suppress her lingering feelings for Parker when she starts spending more and more time with him.

Parker’s suffers in silence with anxiety and nightmares due to his dark past. After serving in the army for nearly eight years, he came back to Prospect to start anew. Though he never quite got over Aubree bailing on him the moment she turned eighteen, it seemed so easy picking up where they left off. The past can be forgiven, but the future stands in the balance. She’s only in town for a week and then she’s going to do the very thing she did ten years ago, unless Parker can find some way to convince her to stay.

“What are you doing?”
She stopped, startled by Parker’s large body behind her. “I needed to work out some frustrations.” She pulled her mask down and pushed her protective glasses higher on her nose with the back of her hand. “What are you doing here? I thought you were going to dinner in Tyler?”
“I don’t want to talk about that.” His jaw ticked. “Not with you.”
“Oh.” She set the sander down. After grabbing her phone from her back pocket, she glanced at the time. He’d barely spent any time away from Prospect, so she doubted he had a good time with his girlfriend.
He shook his head. “I can’t afford that place anyway.”
She set her phone aside and stared at him. “What’s wrong?”
He didn’t say anything as he searched for his house key. Aubree waited, watching as he unlocked the door and went inside. A few minutes later, he came out shirtless with a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
“That bad, huh?”
He tipped the bottle back, taking a swig, before finally meeting her eyes. “You’re a bad penny.”
She snorted. “Don’t blame me. I didn’t have anything to do with your date.”
He drank another swig of whiskey. “Maybe not, but you’re making my life hell right now.”
“I’ve done nothing to you.” She shoved her phone in her pocket. “I offered to talk to her. That’s the opposite of making your life hell.”
He gave her a sour look. “What’s in it for you?”
“Yeah right.” He stood and came toward her. “You deliberately went to the bakery to eat the fucking cake with those crazy old ladies even though you knew there was nothing between us.”
Aubree rolled her eyes. “Do you want chocolate chip instead of cookies-n-cream mousse?”
He crowded her, stepping into her space. “Sophie is pissed off about tonight.”
“Why? Because you can’t afford a fancy dinner?” Aubree glanced down at his bare, muscular chest. “Most girls would have said that even though Pierre’s restaurant was great, they would have been perfectly fine eating takeout on the couch while watching Netflix.”
“Yeah?” He took another drink of the liquor. “Let me guess … you’re like most girls.”
“No. I would have gone to the restaurant.” She licked her lips, staring at his. “And I would have had the lobster.”
He narrowed his gaze at her. “You are nothing but trouble.”
“I haven’t done anything.”
He set his whiskey aside. “No, but we’re going to.”