Saturday, March 15, 2014

Welcome to Sneak Peek Sunday! This is the opening from my new FREE book, series starter for the Hollywood Hearts series, called, 


Boom! The beautiful blonde barreled into Mark’s chest right in front of Jean Louis Designs on Rodeo Drive. He grabbed her upper arms to keep her from falling and stared into the biggest, bluest eyes he’d ever seen. The flash of a dazzling white smile, a whiff of lily of the valley perfume, golden hair, and perfect features blurred everything else around him.
“I’m so sorry,” she said. Or did she? He was so mesmerized he barely distinguished the words. 
She stood as transfixed as he, focused on his baby blues, until a man abruptly tapped her shoulder. “We’ll be late, Penny, come on.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t looking,” she mumbled.
“No harm, no foul,” Mark muttered, his gaze resting on her generous breasts for a moment before returning to her face. Toting a shopping bag in each hand, she smiled at him again and was gone, as quickly as she had arrived. Mark Davis stood in front of the door, transfixed, as if his feet had been embedded in the cement sidewalk.
“Come on, buddy, you’re blocking traffic,” Harley Brennan, his best friend and teammate, said, giving him a nudge.Mark snapped out of his reverie and moved away from the tony store. “Wow,” he said. “A hottie. Yeah. A wet dream on legs.”
A bit about the book
Fresh-faced quarterback Mark thinks he’s scored a touchdown after winning actress Penny Thatcher’s affection. But a public revelation soon threatens his chances…. Is love the one game he can’t win? A charming will-they-won’t-they romance.
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Monday, March 10, 2014


Welcome! Another Tuesday Tales episode of my WIP. This week, it's written around the word "end". Return to the awesome TT authors at the bottom of this page.
            Steam was coming out of Jory’s ears as she strode down the sidewalk to Haven’s Heart Pub. After pushing through the door, she spotted Julie at the bar, beer in hand.
“Where the hell have you been?”
“Hey, Jory, come on, have one. Dexter’s paying, right Dex?”
“Anything for this pretty, little lady,” he said, practically drooling down Julie’s cleavage.
“You’re coming with me.” She grabbed her sister by the arm.
“What for?”
"That soldier you’re writing to is in rehab in Oak Bend.”
“He’s asking for you. Come on. You’re going to see him.”
“Am not. You’re writing to him, not me.”
“But he thinks I’m you. You were dumb enough to send him that picture.”
“Tell him I moved to New York or something.” She turned back to her lusty friend.
“No, you don’t. Not this time. This shit has to end somewhere.”
“What shit?”
“Me bailing you out.”
Julie faced her sister. “Bail yourself out. You’re in love with him.”
“Am not in love with him.”
“I see the way you are when his letters arrive. You sneak away to your room, spend hours behind closed doors. Do you memorize them?” She thrust out her hip, resting her hand there and narrowed her eyes.
“You ungrateful bitch. That’s the last time I bail you out.”
“Good. I’m sick of you expecting me to be grateful all the time. Who asked you?”
“You did. This is over. The end.”
Jory stormed out of the bar, but stopped abruptly. “Shit. What do I do now?” 
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Sunday, March 9, 2014


Thanks for stopping by. Take a peek at my new series with the first book, RESCUE MY HEART. Here are six paragraphs and some fun pictures of pugs, who star in the book.
A little set-up. Bess is trying to charm a policeman out of giving the four new friends tickets for having their pugs off leash in the park after the appropriate time. 

Since this is dialogue, I'm assuming this is the same length as six paragraphs of narrative would be. I hope you find this snippet makes you want to read more. 


Rory watched Bess inch nearer to the officer. She studied the baker’s body language and facial expressions. I think I’m in the presence of a professional flirt. Maybe I can learn something. 
“Your apple pie made me drool.” He blushed.
“Apple pie? That’s so easy to make.”
“My ex couldn’t bake to save her life. You make it look easy.”
“What a shame! I’d love to bake a pie for you.”
“Really?” He returned the ticket book to his back pocket and gave Bess the once-over again.
“Sure would. I’m trying a new recipe for a chicken dish. I could easily tack on apple pie for dessert. Would you be my guinea pig?”
Rory saw the man swallow. Is he drooling over the food or over her? Maybe both. She covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a grin.
“Me?” His eyes widened.
“Uh huh, I’m making it tonight. I hope it’ll be good enough for the show. And if you join me, I’ll do pie.” 
Maybe she’ll be the dessert. Rory stood motionless, watching Bess wind the policeman around her little finger.
“A chance to eat your cooking? Are you kidding? I’d love to.”
His gaze swept over her ample curves, clothed in a T-shirt and jeans, stopping to rest briefly on her cleavage.
“Fine. It’s a date, then.”
A bit about the book

One smug veterinarian on a bike runs into one sharp-tongued dog walker, literally. Injury leads to insult. Adversion leads to attraction. Pug rescue brings them together. A funny, sarcastic, heart-warming ride. 
Buy it HERE, links to all retail ebook stores carrying all formats.