Friday, May 20, 2016

"Bourbon Blues" Cover Reveal

FinalBB22Release Date: 5/27/16

I want Daisy Crest, and I always get what I want.
The name Camden Rutgers is golden in Hickory Creek Township, Tennessee. My father is the president of the Serrated Brotherhood MC. My mother is a member of local royalty.
More than my good name, I have the looks, money, and power to entice any woman to slide my Harley between her legs and take a ride. I expect the same response from Daisy when I make my move.
Let’s just say things don’t go well.
For months, I assume Daisy will run back to me. Too bad she hates exercise and her ego refuses to let her grovel.
Frustrated with waiting, my heart demands I claim the quirky virgin. Daisy can hem and haw, play cold with my heart, and even try reasoning with me, but nothing will prevent her from becoming my Bourbon Babe.
Bourbon Blues is a standalone romance within the Serrated Brotherhood MC trilogy.
***Warning: This novel contains scenes of a sexual nature, violent themes, and coarse language. It is intended for mature readers.***

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Bijou Babbles: May Madness

RSBS9Hey, everyone, I wanted to send a quick update on current and upcoming projects! Bourbon Blues is nearly finished and will be published later in May. The romance between Camden Rutgers and Daisy Crest is the first book in a trilogy following the boys of the Serrated Brotherhood MC and the girls at the Lush Gardens Trailer Park. I’ll have a cover reveal soon with a definite release date.

In other news, I’m finally producing audiobooks. The first two available are Little Memphis and Rebound Biker while Broken Memphis should be live later in the month. I’m also working on the Damaged books and hope to get Junkyard Dog started this summer. Here are the links if you’re an audiobook lover. FYI, if you’ve already bought the ebooks for these books, you should get a reduced price on the audio books.

Little Memphis
Rebound Biker

Also, the Ramsey Security Series is now a box set exclusively at Amazon and available with Kindle Unlimited.

Finally, to celebrate the three-year anniversary of Damaged and the Beast’s release (April 2013), I gave the covers a face-lift. Below on this post, I’m having a signed paperback giveaway of the new versions. If you’re a girl cover fan, they’re still available through Amazon too. ;)
I have a few giveaways running this month! The first is a free Little Memphis audiobook narrated by Meghan Kelly!
I'm also giving away a copy of the Rebound Biker audiobook narrated by Trixie Summerfield!
Next time around, I'll have release date information! Until then, happy reading!

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Bijou Babbles: Springtime is Here!

I want to thank everyone who bought, read, reviewed, and showed love for Junkyard Dog. I loved writing about Angus and Candy, so it's great knowing readers enjoyed their story.
I’m already focused on the sexy twins from Hickory Creek Township. Dayton and Camden Rutgers have made cameos in Damaged and the SaintHigh Voltage, and Junkyard Dog. Now they’re getting their own series. The hulking bikers are accustomed to getting what they want, but romance will prove their most difficult challenges. Their cousin Bonn Fletcher will also get a book in the three book series.
The first romance in the Serrated Brotherhood MC is titled Bourbon Blues and follows Camden Rutgers winning over shy Daisy Crest. I hope to have Bourbon Blues out by early May.
Several people have asked if I plan to create audio books. In fact, I’m currently working to have my books recorded. The two Little Memphis MC books, Rebound Biker, and Damaged and the Beast are in production. I’m also searching for producers for the other books.
Unfortunately, I had to pull out of the Sassy in Jacksonville signing due to family issues. I will definitely be at Deliciously Dirty in Dallas in August and Carolina Book Fest 2016 in October. If you plan to attend either signing and would like to reserve any of my books, here’s the signup sheet.
I hope everyone is enjoying their March. In a few weeks, I hope to have a cover reveal and release date for Bourbon Blues!

Friday, March 11, 2016

"Junkyard Dog" is LIVE!

66 tighter nonCSMy new romance is live exclusively at Amazon.

Book Summary
Angus Hayes is as mean as a junkyard dog. Well, that’s the rumor Candy Wilburn hears before taking the job as his assistant. Hayes doesn’t disappoint. He’s a giant man with a big mouth and a bigger ego. In the town of White Horse, what the gorgeous and dangerous Hayes wants, he gets. Now he wants his sassy assistant.

Candy has no doubt Hayes will make a great lover, but she doesn’t want to be her boss’s booty call. At first anyway. Once he shifts from boss to friend and lover, Candy falls hard. Now she can only hope the filthy-mouthed outsider she loves can open his heart and learn to trust.

Junkyard Dog is a standalone romance with adult language, violence, and sexual situations.

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

"Junkyard Dog" Excerpt


Release Date: 3/11/16
I’ve only heard horrible things about Angus Hayes. He’s a ruthless man and all-around terrible person. He’s often compared to a junkyard dog. The asshole apparently rules the small industrial town of White Horse with an iron fist. After hearing so many bad things about him, I’m not surprised the bastard can’t keep an assistant. Lack of social skills aside, Hayes offers a solid salary and full medical for the position, and I’m lured to give the job a try.
His office is a concrete mass likely capable of withstanding a natural disaster or zombie apocalypse. The front door weighs, at least, fifty pounds, and I struggle to open the damn thing. Inside, I find a large front office filled with stacked boxes and discarded furniture. Before I wonder if I’ve stumbled into a storage unit, a woman pops her head up and stares shocked at me.
“Are you Candy Wilburn?”
“You came,” the frazzled blonde says, gesturing me closer. “A lot of people chicken out when they have interviews with him.”
I check my simple black blouse for fuzzies and then ask, “And you are?”
“Oh, I’m just the temp. A few girls at the agency and I trade off days here. No one can deal with him for…” The woman’s eyes widen. “I’m not sure if I should warn you or if warning you will make you run.”
“I don’t run especially not in these shoes,” I say, glancing at my slightly scuffed black heels.
The woman follows my gaze down to my shoes and then she focuses on my face long enough to lie. “He’s not so bad.”
I slide off my jacket and shake out my long, blonde hair. “I’m ready whenever he is.”
The woman hurries to the back room and mumbles something. Hayes yells that he can’t hear a fucking thing she’s saying. I jump at the sound of his booming voice and wonder if he’s hard of hearing.
After a minute, the woman returns looking extra rattled. “He’s ready for you.”
“He isn’t naked, is he? I’d like to prepare for whatever weird behavior this guy might pull.”
“No, he’s not weird. Just…” She pauses and considers her words. “He’s high maintenance.”
“Aren’t all men?” I ask, but she only stares at me. “Can I go back now?”
Nodding, she says nothing. Her fear doesn’t bode well for me, but unless the guy is handsy, I’m taking the job. Hell, I’ll put up with handsy if he adds vision to my benefits package.
When I enter, Angus Hayes is standing with his back to me. The guy is huge at over six and a half feet. No wonder the ceilings are tall in his bunker office. His hair is nearly black with a few stray grays. Going for a lumberjack look, he’s wearing a flannel shirt, blue jeans, and hiker boots. I suspect he shops at a special store for giants. Will part of my job involve picking up his oversized clothes?
Hayes turns to me and frowns like I’m annoying him. His people skills are stellar right off the bat.
“Wilburn?” he asks, sitting in a monster-sized chair behind a messy as hell desk. I’ve never seen so many post-it notes in my life.
“I prefer Candy.”
“What’s that short for?”
“Your mother didn’t love you much, did she?”
“My mother adored me,” I say, sitting across from him. “She just loved sweets more.”
Hayes doesn’t react. “You don’t have any experience running an office.”
“That’s not the most important fact about me.”
“What is then?”
My brown eyes find his nearly black ones, and I hold his gaze. “I’m excellent at tolerating assholes.”
The corners of Hayes’s mouth curves upward. “You suck at interviews.”
“You suck at keeping employees.”
Hayes looks at my resume. “Did you hear about that all the way from Cincinnati?”
“My sister lives in White Horse.”
“What’s her name?” he asks before throwing up his hand. “Let me fucking guess. Your sister is Honey Mayer.”
“Mom loved her sugar.”
Hayes finally smiles. “I know everyone in my town.”
“And they all know you. Honey said you haven’t kept an assistant for more than a few weeks. Why do you think that is?”
Still smiling, he leans forward. “I don’t suffer fools.”
“That’s one way to put it.”
“Where are you living now? Can’t imagine there’s much space at the Mayer house.”
“We stayed there for a few days, but her husband kicked us out.”
“How fucking come?”
Shrugging, I consider my sister’s bad taste in men. “I mentioned he was an asshole, and he didn’t take it as well as you did.”
“No, I suspect he wouldn’t. Andrew Mayer is a thin skinned fucker.”
“Among other things.”
Hayes studies me for a minute, and I can see him figuring things out. He knows I’ve worked as a filing clerk and data entry. I’ve never managed anything in my entire life unless he considers my kids as employees and my house as a business.
“Where are you staying now?” he finally asks.
“We’re at the Hilltop Inn. You know the place that’s nowhere near a hill, let alone on top of it.”
“Who the fuck is we?”
“Me and my twins.”
“They're not babies, are they?” he asks full of disgust. “I hate babies.”
“They’re nine.”
Still irritated, he asks, “Girls or boys?”
“One of each.”
“Do they get sick a lot?”
“No, but I won’t pretend I won’t ditch work if they need me.”
“Fair enough, but I won’t baby you just because you forgot to take the fucking pill. Understand?”
“Do your medical benefits include vision?” I ask, standing up. “The woman on the phone didn’t know.”
“Sit the fuck down!” he hollers.
“No,” I casually respond while sliding on my jacket. “I need to get back to my kids before the thin-skinned asshole returns from work.”
Crossing his arms, he glares at me. “So you’re walking away from the job then?”
“No, you’re giving me the job. I’ll start tomorrow. See you then.”
Hayes jumps up from his desk and lunges to stop me from walking out of the door.
“There’s one fucking boss in this fucking office,” he growls at me.
Noticing his shirt collar is crooked; I reach up and fix it. “I appreciate height in my bosses. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Hayes glares hard at me, but he’s all bluster. I know he won’t hurt me except for possibly blowing out my eardrums from all of his hollering.
“Be here at eight,” he says, relenting when I refuse to.
Once Hayes steps aside, I walk past him. “That’ll work until the kids start school. Then I’ll come in at nine.”
I hear Hayes grunt behind me. The woman at the front flinches when he slams the door, but I only keep walking. Based on the mess of boxes, I have a lot of work waiting for me here. That’ll wait for tomorrow. For tonight, I’m taking the kids out to dinner to celebrate my new job.

Sunday, March 6, 2016

"Junkyard Dog" Cover Reveal

Release Date: 3/11/16
Angus Hayes is as mean as a junkyard dog. Well, that’s the rumor Candy Wilburn hears before taking the job as his assistant. Hayes doesn’t disappoint. He’s a giant man with a big mouth and a bigger ego. In the town of White Horse, what the gorgeous and dangerous Hayes wants, he gets. Now he wants his sassy assistant.

Candy has no doubt Hayes will make a great lover, but she doesn’t want to be her boss’s booty call. At first anyway. Once he shifts from boss to friend and lover, Candy falls hard. Now she can only hope the filthy-mouthed outsider she loves can open his heart and learn to trust.

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Thursday, February 25, 2016

Sunday Morning is LIVE!

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He had no business loving me. I had no idea what I was getting into by loving him.

Kirk Johansson rode with the motorcycle club controlling the hellhole I called home. He was dangerous, and I wasn’t looking to become prey.

Logic demanded I kept my distance, and I tried to play things safe.

Until one Sunday morning…

Sunday Morning is a novella containing sexual content, harsh language, and adult situations.

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