It's barely ten-thirty in the morning, and already I have more birthday wishes than I could possibly hope to respond to and still keep my fingers attached (though some days I wonder if it's worth it. Then I pick up my coffee mug and think, "Oh yeah...")
Have I mentioned lately that you guys rock?
So to celebrate my birthday, I'm going to share excerpts from my upcoming releases, Shadow of the Wolf, All For You, Hecate's Own and The Hob. It's going to be a long blog post, but... it's my birthday!
(And no, I will NOT write A Hobby Jolly Christmas. Please. I know you were going to go there. Just... no. He wouldn't be caught dead in a title like that. I can barely get him to wear jeans.)
Shadow of the Wolf
Heart's Desire Book 1
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Strike a match, light the candle…and fall into the spell.
Christopher Beckett is from an ancient line of wizards, but with one aspect that sets him apart. His wolf. Right now that wolf is howling for a mate. Knowing it’s only a matter of time before the wolf’s needs override everything else in his life, Chris casts the spell all the Becketts have used to call their mates to them.
His wish list is short: She must be of a lineage at least as old as his own. And she must accept his wolf. When his mate appears, he realizes his list should have been one item longer.
Alannah Evans, a powerful witch of the Evans Coven, has no problem with Chris’s wolf. It's the wizard part that sticks in her magical craw. Witches and wizards have always been at odds, so by rights, she and Chris shouldn’t be striking sparks of attraction this bright. But Chris will not be denied, and gradually she finds herself trusting him—then falling into the fire of desire.
When it becomes clear an old enemy has targeted them both for death, Chris charges into a duel that could cost him his life. Or worse: Lana.
Warning: This novel contains explicit sex, graphic language, magic, mayhem, and a wet, naked wolf shifter bearing hot chocolate. Mmm… chocolate.
Christopher woke to the feel of a rough tongue on his cheek. He opened one bleary eye to find Alasdair staring at him and purring.
He lifted his head and peered around. His workshop. He’d fallen asleep in his workshop. It wasn’t the first time he’d done that, and he doubted it would be the last. He looked down at the book spread out below him, The Registry of Wizards, Witches and Warlocks, and groaned.
Alannah Evans. A witch, not a wizard.
Well. That will teach me to be careful about how I phrase my summoning spells.
He’d rechecked the runes, the copy of the paper he’d burned that night a month ago, and slowly realized his error. He hadn’t specified a wizard mate, just one of an older lineage, someone who was born from power, with magic to complement his own.
Apparently the Lord and Lady had seen fit to send him a witch.
Joy. He was never going to hear the end of this. His family would have a field day.
And it was beyond too late now to change it, even if he wanted to. His wolf was completely delighted with the woman upstairs currently curled up in their den, leaving her scent on his sheets and pillows. He wanted to go up there and wallow in her scent, have it wash over him until he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.
And that was only the beginning. He wanted to lick every inch of her body until all he could taste, would ever taste, was her. He longed to thrust inside her, pulling climax after climax out of her until they were both limp and sated, then do all of it all over again.
He buried his head in his hands and groaned. Now what do I do? Witches and wizards tended to avoid each other, and with good reason. The precise way wizards performed magic was the antithesis of the breezy way witches performed the same tasks. The hours a wizard spent carefully crafting spells would drive any self-respecting witch insane. The way witches tended to pick up seemingly random objects and blithely cast a spell that garnered the same results drove wizards nuts. Add in the resentment witches felt about how wizards could do things they couldn’t do, and the contempt some wizards openly showed toward witches, and you had one hell of a mess destined to give one tired, grumpy wizard a serious migraine.
And the sad part was, just speaking to her last night had shown him he had no choice. Even if he could reverse the summoning, demand a redo from the Gods, he wouldn’t. She was just so…beautiful to him. It wasn’t her shoulder length, dark brown hair. It wasn’t those wide, chocolate brown eyes, her strong jaw, her full lips, or the way she barely came to his chin, causing every protective instinct he had to go on high alert.
No, it was the glimpses of her he’d seen last night that sealed his fate. Funny, smart, warily cautious but following him anyway, she’d been brave, strong, resilient.
He’d have to woo his reluctant little witch. He smiled, remembering her reaction to him last night. If he had any doubts about whether or not he could succeed, remembering the quickly banked hunger in her face removed them.
He’d have to deal once and for all with Cole. If Cole tried to lay a hand on Alannah again Christopher wouldn’t be able to keep from killing the son of a bitch.
Standing with a sigh, he headed to the kitchen, hoping a nice warm breakfast and some hot coffee would earn him a nice warm reception from the woman in his bedroom.
All For You
The Nephilim Book 1
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Seth van Licht is a Nephilim, a group of men born of the angels themselves and tasked with bringing down the of mortals. He's been asked to guard the sister of one of his closest human friends, and he's finding it to be no hardship. Abby is everything he's ever wanted in a woman, and the attraction he feels for her is overwhelming. Seth would like to guard her much, much closer... if only she'd let him.
Abby has been burnt by men before. Literally. Scarred inside and out by her former lover, she's finally ready to open up and allow her heart to trust again. When the man she had a crush on in high school makes his interest known, Abby decides to take a chance on Seth, unaware of what he truly is. Seth does his best to get her to open up her heart to him, barely missing it when she steals his own.
When evil stalks her in the night, it's up to Seth to keep Abby safe, even if it means losing her in the process.
Warning: This book contains explicit sex and graphic language.
“So, what’s for dessert?” Bill asked.
Abby smiled over the hot oil, adding another triangle of dough. “Home-made sopapillas. Hope you guys like honey or strawberries, because I forgot to pick up chocolate.”
“Heathen.” Trish got out the honey and the strawberry puree, more than familiar with Abby’s kitchen. “How could you forget chocolate of all things?”
“After the attack of the Shar Pei Barbie you’re lucky I remembered you were coming over.” Abby shuddered. “I’m going to have nightmares for a week.”
Abby maneuvered the hot sopapillas onto a plate. She took them to the table, sprinkled them lightly with confectioner’s sugar, and everyone dug in. The only sound to break the silence was mm’s, warming Abby’s heart.
After dinner, Abby brought out the cards and the popcorn. They always had popcorn on hand when they played cards—mostly because Abby had banned Nerf guns. “Anyone want to play Canasta?”
Trish cleared the kitchen table as Bill grabbed a pad and pencil.
Seth raised a brow. “Canasta? What’s that?”
Trish was standing behind Seth, waving her hands madly.
Subtle, Trish. Very subtle. Abby took the hint. If she was going to try and get closer to him, she had to make a move. She grinned at Seth, knowing it was a pale imitation of her earlier easy smiles. I hope I don’t look like I have gas.
“It’s kind of like rummy, but to win you need make something called melds out of sets of seven cards. Jokers are wild, but you make more points if the meld is pure and doesn’t contain them. And you can make a meld off your partner’s cards.” She had to admit, Trish’s idea of having him come to dinner with them had worked out brilliantly. She’d been able to relax in a way she wouldn’t have been able to on a date.
The confusion on his face was absolutely adorable. How could such a masculine guy appear so…cuddle-worthy?
As Bill began to shuffle the cards she shifted so that she was seated across from Seth. “It’s okay. I’ll teach you how to play.” Which was probably Trish’s plan all along.
Bill snickered. “Wait until we break out the Cribbage board. Then it’s every man for himself.”
“Yup.” Trish took the seat across from Bill, smirking at her husband. “He’s gonna be so happy to have someone else join him in his lonely loserhood.”
“I don’t lose that badly.”
Her fingers on her forehead in the shape of an L, Trish began to sing. “L is for loser, that’s good enough for me.”
Bill threw popcorn at her head.
Seth chuckled as Trish returned fire. “I’m not very good at card games. I’m a lot better at trivia games. I really kick ass at Clue.”
“That’s okay.” She patted his hand, startling herself. It was the first time she’d voluntarily touched a male who wasn’t family, and she felt fine. No fear, no anxiety. It was nice. She resisted the urge to caress his fingers. Okay, better than nice. His hand was lean, but strong. “We’ll take pity on you.”
“I’m not that bad. Really.” He patted her shoulder, and she had no desire to shrug off his touch. Maybe a relationship with someone like Seth was possible after all. “It’s just a card game. How hard can it be?”
She shook her head and proceeded to teach him the rules of the game. They were going to get creamed, and she couldn’t care less.
An hour and a half later, they conceded defeat to Trish and Bill. The other couple had wiped the floor with them. They had made more inroads into the wine, and Abby decided to blame the wine rather than admit that it was the sight of her partner that kept distracting her. He leaned back in his chair and smiled ruefully. “Next time we’re going to kick your asses.”
“Hell, yeah.” Seth toasted the other couple. “Because next time we’re playing Clue.”
Abby was still giggling as she walked him to the door, Trish and Bill not far behind them. “Seth?”
“Hmm?” He was shaking his head at something Bill or Trish was doing behind her.
Abby ignored them. She was used to the antics of her brother and sister-in-law. “You’re welcome to come again, if you’d like.”
His gaze snapped to her face, the blue-gray of his eyes darkening, turning pure blue, yet they were far from cold. “I’d like that.”
She could feel her cheeks flushing. “Me too.”
She wasn’t certain how long they stood there before Trish and Bill elbowed their way out the door, taking Seth with them. He turned back toward her as he headed to his townhouse. “Good night, Abby.”
She gulped. She could hear the desire in his voice, feel the warmth of his gaze. Trish was right. Seth wanted her.
Now all she had to do was decide if she had the courage to let him have her...