RELEASE DAY!

I'm happy to announce that Horny, Hard, and Hare-y is available from Resplendence Publishing today!

Blurb:

It's time for the annual race, and tortoise shifter, Duncan, is finally going to catch some tail—hare shifter tail, otherwise known as Charlie. With Gibbs, their owl shifter friend, keeping an eye out overhead, they're off and running. But Charlie is as spontaneously careless as the fairytale hare and finds himself caught by local DNR officer, Ben.

The full moon is rising, and if Charlie stays collared through the Hare Moon, he'll remain an animal forever. It's up to Duncan and Gibbs to free him before time is up. But in telling their secret, will they lose Ben forever? It's a foursome waiting to happen, where Ben reconnects with a mysterious lover, and the tortoise finally catches his hare.

Excerpt:

Charlie Cuelho glanced over his furry brown shoulder. His ears twitched, ruffling a little in the breeze as his constantly moving nose tried to find Duncan’s scent on the wind. Charlie had time, lots of time, so he stopped to run a soft paw behind his long ear and down his nose. He practically shivered at how awesome that felt, so he repeated the motion.

“You’re going to lose again.” A great horned owl settled onto a nearby branch.

“I’m fine, Gibbs. He’s nowhere in sight,” Charlie disregarded. Besides, having the tortoise in his sites as he won the race was exactly what he wanted. He just didn’t want to push it too close. The fact that he’d be able to laud the achievement over Duncan again and again, didn’t hurt either. There was nothing sexier than a pissed off tortoise shifter, who owed you a debt.

Since Charlie had yet to decide what that debt would be, it would only make the moment sweeter. Definitely something Duncan didn’t want to do, like kiss him whenever Charlie snapped his fingers. For an entire month. Yeah, that would be awesome.

“That’s what you said last time, and he won. You two are a cliché,” Gibson complained, tearing Charlie away from his thoughts.

“Fuck you,” Charlie barked.

He stood up on his hind legs, trying to make his exclamation sound more impressive. Which was difficult, considering he was a hare and too damn fluffy to be imposing.

“You mean, fuck like a bunny?” Gibbs made a sound like a sniff. Which wasn’t possible, technically, since he didn’t have a nose—in owl form. “I shouldn’t be warning you, but there’s a trap ahead.”

“I’ll jump it.” A movement caught Charlie’s eye, and the tell-tale scent of tortoise reached his sensitive, ever moving nose. “You know, most owls sleep in the daytime. You don’t make a very convincing shape shifter if you can’t keep the same habits.” He’d waited long enough. Duncan’s head poked from behind a bush, stretching for a better look. “Gotta go!” Charlie told the owl.

“Wait!” Gibbs called.

Charlie didn’t wait, he wouldn’t. It was just a ploy to get him to slow down enough so that the tortoise would win the race, a-damn-gain. Every year it was the same thing, laundry chores and dishes for six weeks. If Duncan had ever made him pay up creatively, Charlie might have lost on purpose. Stinky laundry and dishes weren’t creative.

Bathing Duncan for six weeks—with my tongue—now that would be hot.

Charlie raced forward, leaping over leaves and branches. His hips twisted in mid-air, knocking his long back paws together like he was clicking his heels, before they came down, dug in and pushed him off even faster.

No way was Duncan going to win another race. Not this time. No fucking way. He glanced back as he made another leap. Exultant that he didn’t see Duncan anywhere near him, he bounded happily onward. Twigs popped under his feet. Leaves rattled this way and that, with each successive jump forward. He had this race in the ba—.

His back left paw extended. Momentum carried him to a lurching stop and Charlie scrambled uncomprehendingly, when his left paw remained immobile, no matter how he shook it.

Overhead, Gibbs circled, screeching alarm. He’d be saying “I told you so”, unless the hunter was nearby to hear him.

Charlie’s heart hammered in rapid staccato beats. His keen eyes caught the flicker of movement even before he heard the crunch of boots. Charlie froze instinctively. He huddled making himself as small as possible, even though he knew it was already too late. He’d been seen, and trapped, just like Gibbs had warned.

Fuck!

“It’s okay, little guy. No one’s gonna hurt you,” the gentle voice of a man reached him. It sounded hypnotic and soothing. A voice like that could make a guy forget that he’d just been snared, and might end up as somebody’s stew meat.

Wouldn’t this dude be surprised when he tried to skin him and found a naked man instead? Charlie almost smirked. Except he couldn’t, because he was busy freaking out at the moment.

BOOK RELEASE: Knight's Fall (bk4 Boys in Blue series at Total E Bound)

That's right! It's been a while but I finally got another book out. The Boys in Blue series continues with Knight's Fall, featuring Liam Knight (the new partner at the end of Dangerous Distraction) and Andy Powell (the FBI sleaze-turned-honey from Reasonable Doubt).

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BLURB:

Andy’s cavalier attitude about sex keeps his emotions safe, but when Knight moves Andy’s heart, it’s a game of trust Andy isn’t sure he’ll win.

The Senator has decided that interdepartmental tension can be alleviated by a week of team building camp exercises. No one is immune as the first group arrives comprising multiple government departments. Among them are FBI agent Andy Power and Detective Liam Knight.

Having met six months ago was challenging enough. After all, Andy made an idiot of himself. He’s used to being the confident Fed who casually uses sex as he chooses. Some think he’s too free, but Andy knows they're only seeing his persona. But Liam Knight is different. He’s actually someone Andy wants a relationship with.

Liam thinks the klutz he met is kind of cute, if dorky. Yet the guy he has to partner with at camp is a bit on the cheesy side with slick come-ons and preformed ideas about Liam. Just when he thinks he can’t stand the guy, Andy’s mask slips away and leaves Liam breathless.

When the week is up, will Liam have cut through the bullshit or has Andy decided that trusting Liam with his heart isn’t worth the risk?

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Excerpt From: Knight's Fall

Agent Andy Powell could take down kidnapping cases, insurance fraud, and stake out the meanest sons of bitches littering the planet. He could seduce men into bed with a glib comment, or a slutty one. He’d done it before. He’d tried with Mack Sullivan. He might have succeeded if Mack weren’t so in love with Geo. But Andy had known he didn’t stand a chance with Mack. He’d had that look in his eyes when he talked about his partner that announced Mack was taken.

Andy had made a move on him anyway. Call him a fairy godmother, but he hated to see men insecure about their relationships for no apparent reason. It’s why he’d made the play. A sleazy one for sure. Persistent and a bit bitchy, Andy had pushed Mack knowing that until he admitted he loved Geo, the couple didn’t stand a chance of weathering the very forward advances of Geo’s ex.

Okay, and if Mack had slipped up and slept with Andy, then Andy would admit he’d been wrong about the two and take one for the team.

As though sleeping with Mack could be a hardship, he thought, snorting to himself.

It was a service to struggling gay men that Andy provided. Claiming that identity and that of a crack FBI agent seemed a whole lot easier than just being Andy Powell, single man. Wearing the armour of the job was easy. Being himself and rejected for it sliced him to the core every time.

Thank God, Mack and Geo had each other. Andy felt more than a little bit of giddy pride for helping them.

Andy lifted his Cosmo, playfully swirling the pink liquid before taking a sip. Barbeque smoke drenched the air with savoury aromas and his stomach growled with appreciation.

Mack gathered the attention of his family and select friends by clinking on his mother’s drinking glass. Andy smiled, knowing from the flush of the handsome man’s cheeks what would happen next.

“Here it comes,” Nate Giamanti said.

“No way. Not at a mixed barbeque. He’ll tell his family privately,” David Rook argued.

“Get that fiver ready. I’m telling you, he’s gonna announce,” Nate countered.

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OMG! I'm releasing!!

...and I completely forgot.

Reasonable Doubt is out now at Total-E-Bound!!!

BLURB:
Geo Wilson’s feelings for his partner Mack Sullivan run deep. But formerly straight Mack won’t come out to his family, no matter how Geo tries to encourage him. So when Mack makes no effort to discourage the woman his family sets up for him, Geo wonders if he missed the break up memo.

Mack’s apparent rejection hurts and Geo begins to have reasonable doubts about where they stand.

For Mack, taking the next step is a huge risk and one Geo has never taken before. Geo’s sudden coolness could be a sign of changing affection. It wouldn’t be the first time Geo has left a broken heart in his wake and Mack’s beginning to wonder if he’s just become another notch in Geo’s belt.

EXCERPT:
“No fucking way! No fucking way!” Geo Wilson laughed, holding his arms open as he walked away from Mack.

Mack Sullivan shared his grin, although he figured his version had a touch of curiosity to it. What the fuck was Geo on about? He turned, his eyes following the fluid stride of his lover as he moved towards a woman. Geo’s larger frame partially obscured her. Mack’s gaze stayed on Geo, the Dunne case file in his hands completely forgotten.

“Lauren. Holy shit. What are you doing here?” Geo asked, excitement and pleasure vibrating in his low husky tones. The same sexy tone Geo used on Mack when he was pleased…or about to get pleased.

Lauren? The spiralling red curls crushed on Geo’s shoulder as he hugged her, the long sleek creamy legs beautifully tipped by four-inch heels sent Mack’s stomach into a painful spiral of dread. Lauren Stratton.

Geo held her away, looking down into her upturned face like it held precious jewels. Jealousy left bitter bile in Mack’s throat.

“Look at you. Woman, you look amazing. Obviously being a Fed agrees with you. C’mon.” Geo took her under his arm and headed back towards him. “Mack, look who that cat dragged in.”

“Yay,” Mack replied flatly.

“Sully, you’re as hunky and as outspoken as ever,” she snarked.

He fucking hated it when she called him Sully. She knew it, too.

“What brings you to Maple Grove P.D.?” Geo asked, still oblivious to her subtle slam on his partner.

“That, actually.” She snatched the file out of Mack’s hands. “The little girl was taken after her correspondence with someone on the Internet. That makes it mine.”

“Suspected correspondence. No proof,” Mack said.

“Aw, you still have that sulky pout. That’s a sexy look for you, detective,” she said, lifting a finger to nudge his bottom lip.

Mack swatted her hand away.

“It’s sexy, isn’t it Geo?” she asked.

“Damn sexy,” he agreed, a slow smile pulling his lips into a kissable grin.

Mack nearly smiled with him, but someone might notice and they weren’t out yet as a couple.

Lauren’s gaze sharpened. She looked from one man to the other. Mack looked at the file as though he could read through the manila coloured card stock.

“What?” she asked, suspiciously.

Mack looked up at her, cocked a brow with disinterest. “You’ve got my file. I want it back.”

“No, not that. The other thing,” she said, now turning her attention to Geo.

Geo shook his head as though he didn’t understand her curiosity either.

“The look you just gave Sully. What’s that about? That’s not a typical look, that’s the look you used to give me when you wanted to haul me into the sack.” Her eyes widened, her mouth opened.

Geo discreetly lifted his hand off her shoulder and cupped it over her gaped mouth. “Hush now, baby. What you think you know, no one else does. Keep it to yourself. Got it?”

She nodded. Shock registered in her eyes, and Mack felt his chest swell with pride for his man, smugness at besting Lauren Stratton.

Just as casually as he’d done it, Geo lowered his hand from her face. His expression was warm and companionable. He didn’t seem affected by Lauren’s return. But Mack knew from experience that Geo was good at hiding his true feelings.

What was he feeling now, his arm around his old flame?

Anyone who’d been around the station for the past five years knew about Lauren and Geo. They’d been a hot item until she’d left him for the FBI. No warning. No Dear John letter. Nothing. She’d packed a suitcase and took off the next day. The bitch of it had been that she’d known she’d passed the testing and interviews for the position in the district office. She’d known and she’d still neglected to tell Geo she was leaving him.

Got Art

So tomorrow, I have this little release thingy happening. Open Sesame is coming out from Resplendence Publishing. It's part of an anthology but can be purchased separately while still in ebook format... which is like, three months or so. For the time being, here's my brand-spankin'-new cover art for my February 2nd release, F.U. It's a menage. Just for you curious, menage literally translates to "household" and does not mean it can only have three participating sexual partners. Which is good, since F.U. has five. Heh. I love the cover.

We went through one generation of mullet hair and I had to have the cover artist add glasses to one of the guys, long hair to my Asian dude, and change one of the background hotties to an African American. It's a very well rounded book. With lots of *ahem* action... and stuff. I'll post a blurb on it later, but for now, enjoy the art.

Oh and also, go over to Stumbling Over Chaos where a lucky winner will get a copy of each of the four stories in the Not Quite Wicked anthology... the one with my story, Open Sesame. The drawing is tomorrow! Head over and make sure you enter for your chance to win. Click the link and scroll til you find it.

Evil Mia

Release Day: Today Sex Ed releases from Resplendence Publishing around noon. Don't ask me if that is Eastern or Central. I'm not sure. However, as RP is in Florida I will propose that Eastern makes sense. For those of you who don't care to read male on male romances, you're in luck. This one is male/female. I live to serve.

Other shit: One of my editors asked me about my third Darkness book and what I had in mind for it. This is how our conversation went:

Me: "I haven't written (book) three yet but it will have Thex in it and Sylvia as a kind of horrible and dark Drew and Spike (buffy), along with Raith as the lead. I MUST MUST MUST throw in Rinc and Jaecar in their continued terrorizing of Tony as the distant subplot... because it amuses me."

Ed: "Because it amuses me... OMG! I read that line and suddenly had the urge to bow down... (LOL!) You know, like you're some evil queen I must show my undying loyalty to or else wind up a pawn in a wicked, wicked game orchestrated solely for your amusement."

Me: "I need this (evil queen bit) embroidered on my bed pillow. It can be my proof to all and sundry who enter my bedroom that bowing is accepted here... Or perhaps a shirt that says, "Because it amuses me..." to wear to (big author's convention)."

Ed: You know, it's such a perfect response to everything why --"But Mom... Why do I have to do the dishes?" "Because it amuses me."--"Why do you want me to put the bread and eggs in a separate bag from the rest of your groceries?" "Because it amuses me for you to do so." --"Why do you want me to strip down, roll around in maple syrup, then dance the hokey-pokey?"
"Because it will amuse me." See? No matter the situation, if there is a why, you have an automatic response.

This is why I love my editors. They are ever so entertaining. You must go get one while supplies last.

Note to self: "Mia, definitely have the shirt made."

I HAVE A LOVE AFFAIR WITH BLOCK QUOTES EVEN THOUGH I TRULY HATE THE SPACING ISSUES

I've begun Mind F*cked. Only six hundred words in and my internal editor has begun yapping. Meanwhile, I received an email from one of my publishers that edits will arrive in my inbox within minutes. Which is where I suddenly remember that, oh yes, I have a release out next Tuesday.

Technically, Sex Ed is part of the Hot for Teacher anthology along with stories by Bronwyn Green, Brynn Paulin, and Cara Hart, though they'll be sold separately. All release on the 19th and all get bound together for print publication in ninety days with a completely different cover. My recommendation, if you care to hear it, is to purchase the individual story you wish to read thus keeping your expense low. Preferably mine if you must choose. Ideally, all as they are well written jewels of creative effort.

The blurb looks something like this:

Mina Lasky has a pesky crush on Biology professor, Derek Link. They’ve worked in tandem in the same University facility long enough that even the sound of his voice makes her hot. It’s time to put the fantasy to an end. Mina signs up to be his guinea pig in a female sexuality lab for those on the doctorate track. She hopes to work Derek out of her system while enjoying some much needed sexual stimulation.

Dr. Derek Link has been itching to get his hands on the quiet, sexy Chemistry professor. He can’t believe his luck when she signs up to be his lab. But one night isn’t enough and Mina won’t admit they can have something a lot more long term.

And when one of the students recognizes Mina, her heart isn’t the only thing on the line. With her career in the hands of a blackmailer, and her heart begging to trust Derek, she’s beginning to think the lab was a very bad idea.

Other shit: I ran into D today. Well, not actually. It was more like I found myself sipping from a fountain (as I do when thirsty), swung around to return to my cube, saw D checking out my assets, and choked. Except choke would suggest the water in my mouth went down my throat with definitely did not occur. But I did discover two things: A pale silk necktie looks nearly cobalt when wet. And a second dimple comes out of hiding when D laughs. Which he did. A lot.

Note to self: "Mia, invest in water bottle."

I hereby declare that Love Bites is a goddess of brilliance. Do you see that
sexy spacing up there? Yeah, she did that. No more block quote issues.

Release Cumming

Claimed by Darkness releases from Ellora's Cave on March 4th.

Next week.

Will be hosting a contest for free download of CbD awarded on the 3rd. Entrants agree to respect copyright laws and maintain ownership of awarded copy without reproduction of any kind. Commenters between now and 11:59pm on March 3rd will be entered in Book drawing.

Comment. My desire is to give a book away. My first book. Ever.

Other shit: Put note in work refrigerator indicating Terry might wish to get a life. Stalking innocent Mias are not recommended for her health.

More other shit: At home, met up with T moving final boxes. Patterson insists new occupant will arrive March 1st. Am eager to set eyes on new neighbor and perhaps take interim days to bore hole in shared wall.