Monday, October 14, 2013

CONTEST: Mr. Red Riding Hoode

The contest to win an ARC of Mr. Red Riding Hoode is OPEN!


Poconos Pack Book 2
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Length: Novella
ISBN: 978-1-61921-614-3
Release Date: November 12, 2013

The better to make you mine, my dear...

When it came down to saving his best friend Ben's relationship, Steven Hoode didn't hesitate to trade his Florida timeshare for a month at Red Wolf Lodge. Cold weather isn't his favorite thing, but hot snow bunnies are, so he plans to make the most of his vacation.

Good karma kicks in when he sees a pretty brunette chatting with the lodge owner. All thoughts of nuptials and nookie take a back seat to the heat that flares between them.

When Graciela "Chela" Mendoza catches sight of the gorgeous man shivering in a red-hooded parka, she realizes why he makes her heart beat faster. He's her mate. The problem? Steven has no idea his friends are Wolves.

Chela plans to break it to him gently, but when he accidentally witnesses the whole Pack shifting, things get a bit... hairy. He bolts, locking himself in his cabin and refusing to listen, even to Ben.

Unless she can get him to see that Wolves are people, too, Chela will lose her mate faster than she can say woof.

Warning: This book contains explicit sex, graphic language, a man packing some nice goodies and a she-Wolf all ready to gobble them up.


eBook Contest Instructions: 

Go to my Write to Dana page and send me your name (or nickname, if you don't want your name on the web), your email address and your preferred eBook format. That's it! If you win, I'll send your book to your email address.The contest ends November 11.

NOTE: Only one entry per person. Any entry missing one of the three pieces of information (name/nickname, email address, format) will be deleted without being entered. However, if you hit SEND and realize you forgot something, send it to me again, and you'll be entered.

Friday, October 11, 2013

CONTRACT: Siren's Song

Siren's Song has been picked up by Samhain Publishing! Book Five of the Gray Court, Oberon and Cassie, will be out some time late next year.

Want a sneak peek?


The Gray Court Book 5
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Length: Novel

Two souls, blending in perfect harmony.

Oberon has lost his memory. Wandering and lost, he finds himself trusting a complete stranger, a woman who makes his heart race and his palms sweat. He has no idea why he's so drawn to the woman with the turquoise eyes and beautiful voice, but he knows she's the only one who can save him.

Cassie has troubles of her own, but all of that is overshadowed by the knowledge that the High King is her truebond, the one man born to be hers and hers alone. Restoring his memory is sure to end their time together, but Cassie can't imagine a world without the High King. She'll sacrifice anything to give him back what he's lost.

Oberon is horrified by the sacrifice his bondmate willingly makes and swears to protect what he soon realizes is his. Beset by enemies, chased and attacked, he'll keep Cassie safe or die trying.

But Oberon's death isn't what his enemies seek, and when Oberon returns to his rightful place in the Court with his new Queen by his side all hell breaks loose. When Cassie's life is threatened, the fae world will bow before the High King or pay the price in blood.


Warning: This title contains explicit sex, graphic language, fishy shenanigans and royal naughtiness.

“Tell me what happened to me.”

Gods, the man was stubborn. “I can tell you a spell was cast on you, probably through something you ate or drank while you were in a weakened state.” And she knew exactly what had caused such a powerful man to become susceptible to that kind of spell. He’d gifted Robin Goodfellow’s mate with his own power, not only returning her to life but marking her as of his bloodline. She glowed now, her mortal shell shed, her silver hair and golden eyes standing out when she dropped her human Seeming.

As a healer, Cassie knew that what Oberon had done was only possible because somewhere in Michaela’s ancestry a fae had lain with one of her family members and gotten her with child. In truth, her whole family could become fae, with the right touch.

Oberon’s touch.

“You saved someone’s life, exhausting you. How the poison got introduced, I don’t know.” And she still wasn’t entirely sure it was poison. It could have been any medium. Breaking the skin could have introduced the spell to his system. She doubted he’d inhaled it, or there would have been more people cursed to lose their memories as he’d been. “Do you know if you’re wounded?”

He scowled for a second, before his expression once again became impassive. “Not that I’m aware of.”

“I’ll check when we find a place to stop for the night.” As a healer, it was up to her to make sure he was not only safe, but sound.

His brows rose. “I think I know my own body. I feel no odd aches or pains, only a lack of memory.”

“Still. I’m a healer. Let me check. The wound could be as small as a mosquito bite.”

“As if someone used some sort of dart?”

“Or a needle, yes.” She wouldn’t put it past a Black Court operative. “More curious to me is how you got poisoned. You’re extremely cautious, even around the ones you consider friends. So how did you wind up bespelled?”

“I thought you said I was poisoned?”

The distrust that shadowed his expression cut her to the quick. “You know you’re magical, Oberon. Did you think a simple poison would do this to you?” She waved her hand at him. “A normal poison wouldn’t work on a fae. It has to be bespelled, glamoured in some way. It’s possible it could be a fae’s natural toxin that would do something like this, but it would have to be introduced under the skin for it to be effective.” And that limited the pool of people who could have been the one to poison him. Very few fae had the ability to wipe a mind as powerful as Oberon’s. “Not to mention you don’t trust easily. Someone close to you had to deliver the toxin, either in your food, drink or by piercing your skin.”

“Someone I trusted.” Oberon’s gaze turned back to the passenger side window. His tone was thoughtful, but hardly surprised. He must have already suspected betrayal. “You called me fae.”

She grimaced. She was doing a lousy job of keeping the information she fed him to a minimum. “Yes. We both are.”

“What kind of fae am I?”

“I...” She blinked, prepared to lie her ass off. “I have no idea.”

His gaze bored into her. “And you? What kind of fae are you?”

“A siren. Some call my kind merfolk because we’re nymphs of the sea.” She didn’t see the need to keep what she was secret, only who. The less he knew about her royal heritage, the better, at least for now. They had bigger things to worry about than her family’s soldiers. “I can use my power to sing you well, but it will take time, and a delicate touch.”

“How will you heal me if you don’t know what I am?” His brows rose. “Doesn’t the healer need to know his patient in order to—?”

“Shit!” Cassie yanked the wheel to the side as a car dashed past them, the maneuver insanely dangerous on the wet, icy roads.

Oberon’s eyes flashed brilliantly silver. “Our enemies have found us.”

Cassie tried to ignore her terror as she slammed her brakes. The car in front of them had skidded sideways, blocking the road. “Stay in the car.”

“Cassie—”

“Your life is far more important than mine.” She undid her seat belt, prepared to fight for her mate. “Stay in the car.”

Cassie climbed out of the driver’s side, ready to do battle for the man who didn’t even know who she was.

Favorite Quotes

"I had the right to remain silent, but I didn't have the ability." Ron White

"So let me get this straight. You want me to kill the little guys, kill the big guys, crowd control those I can't, buff the team, debuff the boss, keep myself alive, AND keep you alive, all while waving a stick and dressed in a towel?" - Anonymous Role Playing Gamer

"I think that statue over there is a statement on modern life. The statement is, "Well, shit." - Varric, Dragon Age II

"Why is it all claws and guns? Can't we piss off a fuzzy planet? Still dangerous, but hey. Bunnies." - Joker, Mass Effect

"Last night, I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and thought to myself, "Where the heck is the ceiling?" - Dilbert


"Aim at the high mark and you will hit it. No, not the first time, not the second time and maybe not the third. But keep on aiming and keep on shooting for only practice will make you perfect. Finally you'll hit the bull's-eye of success." - Annie Oakley

"It is only when you fall that you learn whether you can fly." - Flemeth, aka The Witch of the Wilds, Dragon Age 2

"The very existence of flamethrowers proves that sometime, somewhere, someone said to themselves, 'You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I’m just not close enough to get the job done.'” - George Carlin

"I hear there's a wild bridge tournament down the street. And you know Bridge. It's a lot like sex. If you don't have a great partner, you'd better have a good hand." Barry Weiss, Storage Wars

"You know, I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe." - Marcus Cole, Babylon 5, "A Late Delivery From Avalon"

"I aim to misbehave." - Capt. Malcolm Reynolds

"Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid." - Albert Einstein

“If you think you can or think you cannot, you are correct.” - Henry Ford
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