Saturday, February 22, 2014


Here's a peek at my newest release, RESCUE MY HEART. 
Smug, arrogant Dr. Hack Roberts ran down sarcastic writer, Rory Sampson in Central Park,breaking her arm. A judge has sentenced him to type her book. Here is their first meeting at her apartment.

“Just a minute. I’m coming.” The knuckles rapped again. She could hear his impatience through the door. Finally getting her cast through the armhole, she pulled down the ribbed top and yanked open the door.
“You couldn’t wait a damn…” She looked up. Dr. Hack Roberts filled the space, his husky, six foot two-inch frame, leaned against the door jamb. He wore the arrogant look she had seen on his face before. His eyes were a soft brown, his jaw square. He had just enough stubble to be attractive and his lips…well, they were perfect. So he’s good looking. He’s an asshole. Something about him made her tingle. She wanted to run her finger down his face.
     “You knew I was coming. Couldn’t you be ready on time? I hate women who are late,” he said, stepping across the threshold.
“It’s not easy to get dressed with this…this thing on my arm.”
“So start earlier.” He walked in and stopped, his gaze perusing the room. “Let’s get this started. I have other things to do than babysit you. Where do I sit?”
“You’re here until three, right?”
“So the judge said.” She didn’t know whether she wanted to smack the bored, annoyed look off his face or kiss him. Kiss him? Never! Rory pushed the thought out of her mind, but couldn’t tear her gaze off his mocking brown eyes, kissable lips or thick, brown hair.
“Here,” she pulled out a chair at her tiny desk, just big enough to hold her laptop. He turned to face her, his gaze rested on her breasts then lit on the chair.
“You expect someone my size to squeeze into this tiny space for five hours every day?”
RESCUE MY HEART combines a sassy love story with pug rescue. Hack and Rory, enemies fighting a mutual attraction find a common ground when they rescue a pug. The story draws on my 5 years of pug rescue experience as a volunteer. In the back of the book are listed websites for pug rescues around the U.S. 
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Monday, February 10, 2014


Welcome! This is our Valentine's Day Tuesday Tales post. I've got a snippet from a WIP called:
Scent of Love

“Bryce, Bryce…isn’t that the most beautiful name? He must be sooo handsome.”  Chrissy danced around the kitchen, waving a dish towel.
“Get to dryin’, missy,” Jory said, dipping her hands back into sudsy water.
“You’re just jealous because they ran out of names before they got to you.”
“You were the first one in line.”
“I know,” she beamed. “I love being first.”
Jory laughed as she handed another clean dish to her kid sister.
“First thing tomorrow I’m going to buy some pretty stationary. Maybe something perfumed.”
 “Buy it by the piece.”
“Is that a shot?” Chrissy scowled at her sister. Their aunt, Nancy Gorman, joined them.
“You’re not exactly known for your follow-through, Chrissy.” Nancy glanced at Jory.
“This isn’t tennis. When he falls madly in love with me, we’ll be writing reams and reams to each other. Maybe mother kept some, I’m going to look in the attic.” With that she disappeared, leaving the K.P. duties to the others. Nancy cocked an eyebrow at Jory.
“Are you going to pick up after her this time, too?”
“What do you mean?”
“When she grows tired of writing to this young Marine.  Are you going to step in, like you always do since your folks passed?”
“I don’t have the heart to let the poor guy wait for letters that won’t be coming. I’ll let him down easy.”
“How long do you think before Chrissy moves on?”
“You a betting woman?”
“Five bucks says she doesn’t make it two weeks.”
“You’re on.” Jory pulled the plug and the dirty water ran down the drain.

Monday, February 3, 2014


Welcome! I love sports romance, don't you? I wrote my first one and it's FREE! Here's a bit about the book, called HIS LEADING LADY. (For giveaway details, scroll down.)

How does a rookie quarterback react when faced with the truth about his leading lady? Is his play for her a touchdown or only a false start? A chance meeting with gorgeous actress, Penny Thatcher, has Mark Davis smitten. Luck breaks his way weeks later when he meets her on a blind date. After an all-out blitz to win her affections, the public revelation of an ugly secret intercepts his forward pass. Will Mark get tackled by the humiliation? Is he in the game to win or will he walk away from her, chalking it up to a fumble on the goal line?
 How about a brief excerpt, a tease? 
   Penny cracked her eyes open. There were colorful bars on the television, indicating that the movie was over.      Last thing she remembered was snuggling into Mark and resting her eyes. Just closed them for a minute.
   She had fallen asleep cuddled up against him. His warmth comforted her. His hand rested behind her, and his legs pinned her between them, as if she was part of him. Her nose was touching his neck. She inhaled his delicious masculine scent and struggled not to give him a lick.
   Sharing space barely big enough for his large frame, and definitely not comfortable for two, put her in danger of falling off. She moved her hips an inch, stretched and then relaxed in his embrace. It was three o’clock. Mark shifted his position, almost throwing her to the floor. He rubbed his eyes.
“Too late to go home,” she said, rising from the sofa and extending her hand. Mark took it, and she led him into the bedroom. He pulled back the covers.
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