Elizabeth Lee's Blog
May 23, 2017
Dear Book World... It's not you, it's me.
Dear Book World,
I've come to the conclusion that it's not you that's the problem, it's me. You see, for almost six years, I've tried like hell to fit into the little box that is the "indie romance writer". At least by today's standards. I've tried to be overly accessible to my readers, I've tried to master the art of marketing in this crazy, hectic ever changing market, and I've tried to write as fast as my fingers (and life) would allow. To the point of nearly driving myself crazy.
I've cried. I've screamed. I've taken breaks from social media and writing all together. The frustration of not being able to "keep up" almost beat me. Almost. Then I remembered why I started writing and self-publishing in the first place. It wasn't to get an NYT title or rake in mounds of cash. It was never about hoards of fans or constant admiration from peers and readers. It was because I felt like I had a story to tell. A story that was unique to me and the people I was trying to attract as readers. I still do. Quite a few actually. I just have to do it in my own way. On my own terms. At my own pace. Which was the draw to self-publishing in the first place.
I can write a book in a few weeks, or glom onto what is trending and push out my rendition of the same old story, or... Hear me out... I can write he stories that I want to write and that, hopefully, you want to read. I can put exactly what I need to put into each and every book I write. Which means, you might have to wait a little while between releases, and I might not be online chatting books or keeping up with the latest drama on Facebook. I might be “offline” for a while because that's where I need to be to write. In a clear, undistracted head space. Which means I can assure that what I'm putting on paper is pure and authentically and completely me.
Don't get me wrong, I admire the writers that crank out those bestsellers month after month and find balance between real life and running a book empire. They are rock stars. But every writer has a process and mine is just different. With all of that being said, I hope that you'll be on the look out for my releases and give them an honest shot when you see them pop up on your screens... Even if it takes a little while for them to appear.
Now that I've got that off my chest... I'm really excited about my current project. A new series! The Letters is a three-book series of interconnected stand-alones that follows the lives of three women who are linked through the loss of their friend and a collection of letters she leaves behind for them.
Friendship, romance, and the learning to live without regret...
The first release, Dear Kate, is scheduled for June 2017.
Kate Beckett has always had a plan—get her professional life to the highest level, then focus on her personal life. She preferred things in a certain order and liked to check them off accordingly.
When her best friend loses her battle with cancer, Kate starts to wonder if maybe she's been living life all wrong. And, when letters from the dearly departed start to arrive, she is forced to take a look at her life and ask herself a very important question: “Are you happy?”
To honor her best friend's final wishes, Kate takes a chance in spontaneity that sends her straight into the arms of a man that was definitely not part of her plan. A man that is everything that makes her want to throw caution to the wind and live in the moment.
Now she must decide if living a life with regrets is something she can do or if she's willing to shake things up for a chance at true love.
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Dear Kate: www.goodreads.com/book/show/35212326
Dear Willa: www.goodreads.com/book/show/35212345
Dear Vanessa: www.goodreads.com/book/show/35212370
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I've come to the conclusion that it's not you that's the problem, it's me. You see, for almost six years, I've tried like hell to fit into the little box that is the "indie romance writer". At least by today's standards. I've tried to be overly accessible to my readers, I've tried to master the art of marketing in this crazy, hectic ever changing market, and I've tried to write as fast as my fingers (and life) would allow. To the point of nearly driving myself crazy.
I've cried. I've screamed. I've taken breaks from social media and writing all together. The frustration of not being able to "keep up" almost beat me. Almost. Then I remembered why I started writing and self-publishing in the first place. It wasn't to get an NYT title or rake in mounds of cash. It was never about hoards of fans or constant admiration from peers and readers. It was because I felt like I had a story to tell. A story that was unique to me and the people I was trying to attract as readers. I still do. Quite a few actually. I just have to do it in my own way. On my own terms. At my own pace. Which was the draw to self-publishing in the first place.
I can write a book in a few weeks, or glom onto what is trending and push out my rendition of the same old story, or... Hear me out... I can write he stories that I want to write and that, hopefully, you want to read. I can put exactly what I need to put into each and every book I write. Which means, you might have to wait a little while between releases, and I might not be online chatting books or keeping up with the latest drama on Facebook. I might be “offline” for a while because that's where I need to be to write. In a clear, undistracted head space. Which means I can assure that what I'm putting on paper is pure and authentically and completely me.
Don't get me wrong, I admire the writers that crank out those bestsellers month after month and find balance between real life and running a book empire. They are rock stars. But every writer has a process and mine is just different. With all of that being said, I hope that you'll be on the look out for my releases and give them an honest shot when you see them pop up on your screens... Even if it takes a little while for them to appear.
Now that I've got that off my chest... I'm really excited about my current project. A new series! The Letters is a three-book series of interconnected stand-alones that follows the lives of three women who are linked through the loss of their friend and a collection of letters she leaves behind for them.
Friendship, romance, and the learning to live without regret...
The first release, Dear Kate, is scheduled for June 2017.Kate Beckett has always had a plan—get her professional life to the highest level, then focus on her personal life. She preferred things in a certain order and liked to check them off accordingly.
When her best friend loses her battle with cancer, Kate starts to wonder if maybe she's been living life all wrong. And, when letters from the dearly departed start to arrive, she is forced to take a look at her life and ask herself a very important question: “Are you happy?”
To honor her best friend's final wishes, Kate takes a chance in spontaneity that sends her straight into the arms of a man that was definitely not part of her plan. A man that is everything that makes her want to throw caution to the wind and live in the moment.
Now she must decide if living a life with regrets is something she can do or if she's willing to shake things up for a chance at true love.
For more news on the Letters series and other awesomeness, sign up for my newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/EyE3L
Add them on Goodreads for updates on releases!
Dear Kate: www.goodreads.com/book/show/35212326
Dear Willa: www.goodreads.com/book/show/35212345
Dear Vanessa: www.goodreads.com/book/show/35212370
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Published on May 23, 2017 08:23
May 23, 2016
#ELReads -- Sizzling Summer Reads
The weather is heating up and it's time to sit poolside with a book in hand! Check out my favorite list of Summer Reads and get those e-readers steaming! These books will leave you hot, drenched, and everything in between! The Water's Edge Series – Stacy KestwickWet
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1WKOVBR
Doughnuts were her weakness.
If Sadie Mullins hadn’t been running on the beach to burn off the calories from her doughnut addiction, she wouldn’t have noticed the man not moving out in the water.
Wouldn’t have dived in after him.
Wouldn’t have met West Montgomery.
The cocky bastard should have been thankful, grateful even.
Of course, he wasn’t.
That should have been the end of it.
Of course, it wasn’t.
Damn doughnuts.
Soaked
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Having hope was her weakness.
If Sadie Mullins hadn’t started to believe in love again, hadn’t let herself fall for him, she wouldn’t be feeling this way.
Wouldn’t have her heart breaking.
Wouldn’t regret meeting West Montgomery.
The cocky bastard should have left her alone, let her forget about him.
Let her move on with her life.
Of course, he didn’t.
That could have been the end of it.
Of course, it wasn’t.
Damn hope.
I LOVE this series! It's sexy and funny and a whole lot of other things that will surely get you squirming on your beach towel.
On the Island – Tracey Garvis-Graves
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1WKNSlo
Two people stranded on an island struggle to survive—and slowly fall in love—in the runawayNew York Times bestseller from the author of the forthcoming novel COVET.
Anna Emerson is a thirty-year-old English teacher desperately in need of adventure. Worn down by the cold Chicago winters and a relationship that’s going nowhere, she jumps at the chance to spend the summer on a tropical island tutoring sixteen-year-old T.J.
T.J. Callahan has no desire to go anywhere. His cancer is in remission and he wants to get back to his normal life. But his parents are insisting he spend the summer in the Maldives catching up on all the school he missed last year.
Anna and T.J. board a private plane headed to the Callahan’s summer home, and as they fly over the Maldives’ twelve hundred islands, the unthinkable happens. Their plane crashes in shark-infested waters. They make it to shore, but soon discover that they’re stranded on an uninhabited island.
At first, their only thought is survival. But as the days turn to weeks, and then months, the castaways encounter plenty of other obstacles, including violent tropical storms, the many dangers lurking in the sea, and the possibility that T.J.’s cancer could return. As T.J. celebrates yet another birthday on the island, Anna begins to wonder if the biggest challenge of all might be living with a boy who is gradually becoming a man.
I cannot say enough great things about this book! I loved every single thing about the adventure and the love. Watching the characters grow and evolve is fascinating. If you have this on your TBR it's a great time to pick it up. It's a great read for that summer porch swing!
The Scene Series – Roxy Sloane
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1YSo8Bp
**Warning: Xavier is a dirty-talking, panty-melting, and alpha as f**k. Can you handle the heat?**
How did I wind up getting f&*$ed hard against the wall of a luxury hotel suite? Oh yeah, I was just doing my job. My maid’s job, that is. But sexy guest Xavier has other plans – and he’s not a man who takes no for an answer.
I’m breaking all the rules, and rumor has it, Xavier’s hiding a dangerous secret. But I can’t help it – I want more.
All ten inches more.
Nothing says heat like a sexy guy and a luxurious Miami hotel! This series is super sexy. You won't be disappointed with Xavier.
The Summer Games – R.S. Grey
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As an Olympic rookie, Andie Foster has spent far more time in her cleats than between the sheets. For 21 years, her Friday nights have consisted of blocking shots rather than taking them. But now that she's landed in Rio, she's ready to see for herself if the rumors about the Olympic Village are true:
The athletes are all sex-crazed maniacs...The committee passes out condoms like candy...The games continue long after the medals have been handed out...
As Andie walks the line between rumor and reality, she's forced into the path of Frederick Archibald, a decorated Olympic swimmer and owner of a sexy British accent—too bad he's unavailable in a way that "it's complicated" doesn't even begin to explain.
In other words: off limits.
It doesn't matter that he has abs that could bring peace to the Middle East and a smile that makes even the Queen blush; Andie fully intends on keeping her focus on the soccer field. But the Village is small. Suffocating. Everywhere Andie goes, Freddie happens to be there—shirtless, wet from the pool, and determined to show her a whole new meaning of the phrase "international affairs".
If this is what the Olympic Village is like I'm a pissed I didn't spend more time training! I love this fun and flirty read. Nothing like a man in a Speedo to get your heart racing!
Maverick – Anna Cruise
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Kellen Handler is in deep.
Ever since he can remember, he’s wanted to be a professional surfer. And he made it, rising to the top of the ranks, traveling the world and riding every break he’s ever dreamed of. His good looks and reputation for living on the edge—both in and out of the water—have made him an international superstar. But when his best friend dies in a tragic accident, Kellen wipes out big time, spiraling so badly that everything he’s worked for starts to disintegrate.
Tour officials scramble to do damage control and demand he work with a public relations company to clean up his bad boy image. It doesn't help that the person assigned to him, Gina Bellori, has her own demons associated with the surfing world.
Against her better judgement Gina accepts the job and concentrates on repairing Kellen's tattered reputation, despite his protests and despite the pain it causes her. With her past colliding with her present—and Kellen in the thick of it—she begins to realize that some secrets can't stay hidden.
And suddenly, Kellen Handler is no longer worried about losing his career.
He's more worried about losing his heart.
Anna Cruise is one of my all-time favorite writers and this is one of my favorite beach reads! Kellen is sexy on and off his surfboard. Click it now and get ready for a wet and wild ride!
Bait – M. Mabie
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He was trouble from the start, but I couldn't resist.
She was the best kind of trouble. The kind that was so wrong, it felt right.
I’ve tried and failed to stay away from him.
I’ve done everything in my power to make her mine and keep her.
He’s almost impossible to say no to.
She never tells me yes.
We’re always fighting.
When we’re not fighting, we’re… well… making up.
He makes me laugh so hard.
I miss her laugh the most.
I'm a liar.
She knows the truth, but won’t admit it.
Sometimes, I wish I'd never met him.
I wish we could meet all over again. I'd do better.
His girlfriend knows.
The guy she’s with is a fool.
I’ll never love anyone like I love him.
She doesn’t love me enough to choose us.
It was the wrong place.
It was the wrong time.
It should have been him.
It will always be her.
When I read this book, I immediately messaged M. Mabie and gushed about how much I loved it. It's a little taboo but in a great way! I loved Betty and Lou and rooted for them from the jump! Bait is the first in a series of three and I promise you won't be able to stop until all three are devoured.
Below the Surface – Elizabeth Lee
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Daniella Alvarez and Dylan McKendrie used to be in love. They used to be a team. An inseparable force to be reckoned with. But, when tragedy struck, their relationship sank faster than the ships they used to scour the ocean floor for. Now all that's left are scattered remains of what used to be.
Dylan, no longer seeking the mysteries on the ocean floor, now goes for the sure things and the guaranteed paychecks. When a longtime friend suggests he has hard proof that one of those legends that used to keep Dylan up at night could be real, he's torn between going after the gold and maintaining the life he'd built since leaving The Florida Keys.
Daniella was always a dreamer. She's always been chasing what would most deem unattainable—professionally and personally. Everything she'd ever wanted seemed to slip through her fingers the day he left, which is exactly why his return has her seeing red.
Can the two of them put their past aside long enough to figure out a mystery that has plagued them both for years? Can they work together to see what lies below the surface?
I know, I know...I wrote it so I'm biased, but this one has everything that's perfect for summer! A sexy boat captain, a sassy diver and mysterious shipwreck! You'll want to see what happens when Dylan returns to the island he left behind and has to face the woman who broke his heart.
Published on May 23, 2016 11:59
May 3, 2016
Coming Soon!
The release date has been set! Below the Surface will be hitting e-readers on May 12th! Here's a sneak peek at the Prologue! Add it to your TBR today and don't forget to sign up for my newsletter to receive an email containing all of the purchase links on release day!
Prologue – Dylan
I hadn't realized exactly how much I'd missed the clear blue water of The Florida Keys until I was upon it. It was a far cry from the murky coastal waters I'd become accustomed to over the last five years. Why exactly I was back in the place I'd left behind was still in question, but when someone texts you and says they have a lead on something that has plagued your dreams for years, it's hard to ignore. I was pissed at myself for even considering chasing after fairy tales. Yet here I was.
I let my sister, Minx, take the helm and made my way to my room. The sun glistened off the waters and I could taste sea salt on my lips. My eyes had to adjust quickly as I moved from the open deck into the enclosed stairwell that led down to the sleeping quarters. The Spindrift was an eighty-two foot salvage boat. We had all the bells and whistles—sonars, navigational displays, GPS. All things we didn't have when my dad was alive. Things I'd been able to purchase by actually turning a profit instead of chasing the treasure that belonged to ghosts. Things that I knew would make finding a shipwreck much easier than before...
Enough daydreaming. Just because I could find it didn't mean I would.
“ I've got something I think you should see ,” Callum James, my best friend and shipwreck authority, had texted along with a photograph of a map of the Keys. “ I think I found a solid lead on La Noche Estrellada.”
La Noche Estrellada.
It was as elusive as the lost city of Atlantis and even more intriguing as far as I was concerned. The so-called lost ship of a Spanish fleet that went missing almost three hundred years ago. The ship that only a few people even knew about and had never been mentioned in any history book. I still wasn't convinced, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn’t a tiny bit curious to explore the idea. After that text message, I hadn't been able to close my eyes without seeing that map... and her face.
Daniella.
The one who'd put the notion of La Noche Estrellada in my head in the first place.
I was nineteen when my father had hired her fresh off getting her diving certification to work on our boat. It was the closest thing to love at first sight I'd ever experienced. Her long dark hair and almond-shaped greenish gold eyes coupled with the body of a sea goddess, and spouting stories of lost treasure with so much enthusiasm that anyone within earshot believed every word she said was true. Seeing her for the first time is what I imagined finding a centuries-old treasure at the bottom of the ocean would feel like. I'd found lots of things underwater, but none of them were ever worth much. Hurricane ravaged and owner error sunken fishing boats were the main hauls of our operation. Finding Dani was like finding the entire contents of the ocean floor in one well-kept, long, lean, and sexy package.
“ I'll think about it ,” I'd texted back to Cal. It wasn't like we didn't have the money to take a couple months off and explore the idea of La Noche Estrellada. I'd been good about saving and the work had been steady. I hadn't told Minx about what Cal had sent me. I could just imagine the excitement in her eyes when—if—I did. It wasn't that long ago that Dani was filling my sister's head with a tale of forbidden love and a boat full of gold, silver, and jewels.
I fell down onto my bed with a sigh. Minx getting excited about the possibility of the mystery ship wasn't the only problem. I knew that going after it meant something else. It meant I'd have to see Daniella again. I couldn't very well go find a boat that she'd believed to be real and not give her the option to join us. An option that I wasn't sure she'd even accept.
The last time I'd seen her, things hadn't went smoothly. Let's just say she wasn't exactly kosher with the idea of me taking The Spindrift north. But it was my boat and it was my decision. If she didn't want to come with me—if what we had wasn't worth giving up the island life for—then that was on her.
She’d stayed to chase treasure and I’d moved on.
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Prologue – Dylan
I hadn't realized exactly how much I'd missed the clear blue water of The Florida Keys until I was upon it. It was a far cry from the murky coastal waters I'd become accustomed to over the last five years. Why exactly I was back in the place I'd left behind was still in question, but when someone texts you and says they have a lead on something that has plagued your dreams for years, it's hard to ignore. I was pissed at myself for even considering chasing after fairy tales. Yet here I was.
I let my sister, Minx, take the helm and made my way to my room. The sun glistened off the waters and I could taste sea salt on my lips. My eyes had to adjust quickly as I moved from the open deck into the enclosed stairwell that led down to the sleeping quarters. The Spindrift was an eighty-two foot salvage boat. We had all the bells and whistles—sonars, navigational displays, GPS. All things we didn't have when my dad was alive. Things I'd been able to purchase by actually turning a profit instead of chasing the treasure that belonged to ghosts. Things that I knew would make finding a shipwreck much easier than before...
Enough daydreaming. Just because I could find it didn't mean I would.
“ I've got something I think you should see ,” Callum James, my best friend and shipwreck authority, had texted along with a photograph of a map of the Keys. “ I think I found a solid lead on La Noche Estrellada.”
La Noche Estrellada.
It was as elusive as the lost city of Atlantis and even more intriguing as far as I was concerned. The so-called lost ship of a Spanish fleet that went missing almost three hundred years ago. The ship that only a few people even knew about and had never been mentioned in any history book. I still wasn't convinced, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn’t a tiny bit curious to explore the idea. After that text message, I hadn't been able to close my eyes without seeing that map... and her face.
Daniella.
The one who'd put the notion of La Noche Estrellada in my head in the first place.
I was nineteen when my father had hired her fresh off getting her diving certification to work on our boat. It was the closest thing to love at first sight I'd ever experienced. Her long dark hair and almond-shaped greenish gold eyes coupled with the body of a sea goddess, and spouting stories of lost treasure with so much enthusiasm that anyone within earshot believed every word she said was true. Seeing her for the first time is what I imagined finding a centuries-old treasure at the bottom of the ocean would feel like. I'd found lots of things underwater, but none of them were ever worth much. Hurricane ravaged and owner error sunken fishing boats were the main hauls of our operation. Finding Dani was like finding the entire contents of the ocean floor in one well-kept, long, lean, and sexy package.
“ I'll think about it ,” I'd texted back to Cal. It wasn't like we didn't have the money to take a couple months off and explore the idea of La Noche Estrellada. I'd been good about saving and the work had been steady. I hadn't told Minx about what Cal had sent me. I could just imagine the excitement in her eyes when—if—I did. It wasn't that long ago that Dani was filling my sister's head with a tale of forbidden love and a boat full of gold, silver, and jewels.
I fell down onto my bed with a sigh. Minx getting excited about the possibility of the mystery ship wasn't the only problem. I knew that going after it meant something else. It meant I'd have to see Daniella again. I couldn't very well go find a boat that she'd believed to be real and not give her the option to join us. An option that I wasn't sure she'd even accept.
The last time I'd seen her, things hadn't went smoothly. Let's just say she wasn't exactly kosher with the idea of me taking The Spindrift north. But it was my boat and it was my decision. If she didn't want to come with me—if what we had wasn't worth giving up the island life for—then that was on her.
She’d stayed to chase treasure and I’d moved on.
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Published on May 03, 2016 09:58
January 26, 2016
Less than a week!
On February 1st, the final installment of the Wild Riders series, Clutched, will be live on all platforms! I've enjoyed these characters and telling you their stories! To get everyone in the mood for Chayse & Hoyt's story here is a sneak peek at the Prologue! Prologue – Chayse
It always started exactly the same way—a rush of heat spread across my chest, my insides a tight coil of nervous anticipation, my palms slick. Each and every time. By now I should have been used to it. It wasn't my first time. Not by a long shot.
My pulse pounded. I could feel its cadence reverberating through my bones. I could feel it in every contraction of my muscles as I tried to steady my breathing and stay in control. The adrenaline coursing through my veins wouldn't allow it. I felt wild and alive. I felt free and invincible.
Go with it. Giving myself permission to be reckless wasn't hard. I lived for moments like this.
I leaned into every movement as I relished the power between my legs. Power that I was incapable of fighting. Power that dominated me. Power that I would happily succumb to each and every single time.
Hold on.
I fought for a breath. I fought for control, but it didn't matter. I was completely incapacitated. Overcome with all of the sensations flooding my system. I couldn't think straight, not when I was so close to the finish line.
The air left my lungs as fast as I was breathing it in as I reached the home stretch. I couldn't hold back any longer. I didn't want to. I wanted to finish as quickly as I'd started. I wanted to get there first, if I didn't it wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying as I knew it could be. I rocked my body forward, needing the extra push. It worked. It worked big time.
I won.
My endorphins were in overdrive and my body suddenly relaxed as I slowed to a near stop. It had taken everything out of me, but I'd finished first.
“Good for you?”
“Sure was,” I grinned as he pulled me against his chest. “Almost as good as winning a race.”
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Published on January 26, 2016 09:55
October 28, 2015
Watch me WHIP...
Book Two of the WILD RIDERS Series is out today! Are you ready to take a ride with Brett & Georgia?!
If they want to have a future, they'll have to let go of the past...
Georgia Bennett likes to keep busy. So much so that sometimes it's like she's on autopilot. It's the only way she can cope with the tragic loss of her fiancé and move on with her life. Between nursing school and volunteering at the hospital, she barely has time to breathe. But when the bad boy of motocross gets injured and needs her help, she can't turn him down.
Brett Sallinger likes his women like his bikes. Fast. Uncomplicated. Replaceable. But when he finds himself forced to take time off of his professional freestyle motocross career to recover from a devastating injury, getting to know the guarded girl nursing him back to health becomes even more important than healing.
She's suffered so much loss already and is terrified of getting close to someone with such a dangerous career.
He's determined to bring her back to life and refuses to let her slip through his fingers.
With everything on the line they'll have to decide if it's worth the risk...
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Published on October 28, 2015 13:53
August 29, 2015
Surprise Release! Throttled is LIVE!
I'm super excited to announce that, Throttled, book one of the Wild Riders series, is LIVE on Amazon! I cannot wait for you to all meet Reid and Nora! Check out the prologue below and get ready for a wild ride! PROLOGUE
The first time I saw her I knew that I was going to enjoy our time together. Why wouldn't I? She was made just for me. I’d been waiting for a moment like this. For a moment when I knew that I was exactly where I was supposed to be. The nervousness coursing through my veins was matched only by the thrill of feeling her under my body. I’d longed for this. Ached to put my hands on her. To turn her on and learn what made her tick. What made her bend to my will. I needed to control her more than I needed to take my next breath. My heart raced as I approached.
Why am I so nervous?
I was usually calm in these situations. I was Reid Travers, damn it. I was a professional. The tremble in my hand—the one that I quickly shook off—warned that I was entering some unknown territory. How could something so pretty—so wanted—make me feel this way? Maybe it was the fact that as I approached I could see my future unfolding. The future I’d asked for. Sacrificed everything for. The action-packed, everything-you’ve-ever-wanted, thrill ride that I’d always dreamed of.
With her.
I circled her slowly and reached my hand out to touch her. The charge that had been building between us released in a single spark as I first made contact. As I ran my hand over her sleek curves, I was practically salivating. The moment I straddled her, my muscles began to tense. As I settled into position, I took a deep breath and felt my lips curl into a wicked grin.
She was so responsive. So ready. My body gripped hers and she gripped mine right back. Like I said, she was made for me and I was damn sure built for her. She took all six-foot-three inches, two-hundred pounds of me with ease.
“So what do you think?” The voice of the man responsible for delivering my new favorite thing in the entire world asked, pulling me out of my intoxicated state and reminding me that we were not alone.
“She’s perfect,” I replied without looking up. Adrenaline had replaced anxiety and I was more than ready to give her a go. I could have sat there for hours and explained to him why, but what I really wanted to do was see if she ran as good as she looked. “Fucking perfect.”
“The bike was built to your exact specifications, but everything is adjustable. Suspension, brakes, throttle. I’m sure your mechanic will be able to tweak it all to your liking.”
“I’m sure she’s just fine,” I assured him.
He was crazy if he thought I was going to let anyone but me handle her. I’d be making the adjustments. If she even needed any. From where I was sitting she was exactly what I’d asked for, tight and loose in all the right places. Though I wouldn’t know for sure until I did what I did best. I moved into position and within seconds she roared to life.
It was time to ride.
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Published on August 29, 2015 10:28
February 13, 2015
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January 18, 2015
An Early Check-In...
Release news and an extended sneak peek at Spend the Night Episode 1!
So, the official release date for the first episode of Spend The Night was not supposed to release until Tuesday, but I may have had a quick trigger finger on the uploading! STN is live on Amazon and Barnes and Noble (links below). I hope you all enjoy the first installment of this romantic suspense serial. The Wellesley-Crawford Hotel's cast of characters have been in my head for a very long time and I'm excited for you to all meet them!
Still not sure how you feel about serials? Here is an extended sneak peek at Spend the Night!
I wasn't sure how I had ended up in a dark stairwell with a stranger. His body was so close to mine—his hands, his mouth, all of it—I doubted if I'd be able to remember every single detail, but I sure as hell didn't want to forget it.
The memory of the evening flashed in my mind as his soft, warm lips crashed against mine. I’d gone to the hotel’s Annual Masquerade Gala as I did every year— socializing, laughing, dancing, and, possibly, overindulging on the champagne—something I never did. But, that night was special. That night was the first night that I finally felt like I was ready to fulfill my family's legacy. I was ready to run The Wellesley-Crawford Hotel.
I was having a fabulous time when the thunderstorm that was currently ripping through the area knocked out all of the electricity. The crowd had begun racing to the dimly lit exit signs in mass panic.
Somehow, in the darkness and chaos, he’d found me. I couldn't be sure if he was the man whom I'd just flirted with or if it was someone else entirely. It really could have been anyone. As irrational as it seemed, I didn't care. I deserved a night of wild night of fun, or at least that's what my friends had insisted.
“You work so hard, Hannah. You deserve to have a good time,” they had said, replacing my empty glass with a full one. I was way past my normal three drink max, but I was having the time of my life. The hours of hard work and dedication that I put into my family's hotel had finally paid off. I did deserve to have a good time.
The frivolity of it all quickly turned to something else when the lights went off and he approached me. He tempted me with danger and intrigue and I accepted. Something I thought I'd never admit. It started with a hand on the small of my back as he guided me through the crowd and down a dimly lit hallway to the stairwell farthest from the party.
The aura of mystery surrounding the entire situation made my heart race. It may have been illogical and reckless, but I'd been so consumed with the desire to follow him, that I’d acted on impulse and let the masked man lead me wherever it was we were going. Perhaps, it was the champagne that had lowered my inhibitions, but it seemed to be something more. A driving force deep within me that told me going with him was safe, and even if it wasn't, it would be worth the risk.
“Who are you?” I’d asked while being pulled in close behind him. “Where are we going?”
His answer was nothing more than a sexy, rough whisper, “You ask too many questions, Hannah.”
The fact that he knew my name instilled a false sense of trust and I continued to let him guide me to his intended destination. Down the empty hallways of The Wellesley-Crawford Hotel, through a service door, to an often forgotten set of stairs that the staff used to navigate the hotel, hidden from the guests’ view. I lived and worked at The WC and even I had to think hard about exactly where we were.
I tried to identify him with the help of the glow from the emergency lights but it was impossible to see his face clearly. The mask he was wearing from the party hid it too well and he never looked in my direction long enough for me to make out his features. Instead he moved ahead quickly and with a sense of purpose.
The firm grasp he had on my hand was warm and exciting. Strangely, it made me feel safe and not at all threatened. His kiss was as motivated as his touch. I knew what he wanted with me. It was the exact same thing I wanted from him.
He had to be somewhat familiar with the hotel to know that this stairwell would be empty—that it was out of the way and often unused—but I didn't have time to think about that as his hand slipped up my thigh and underneath the black cocktail dress I was wearing. His nimble fingers quickly grabbed the edge of my panties, ripping them from my body, and ripping all logical thoughts from my head. I knew in that moment exactly what was going to happen between us, and for once in my life I let go of my inhibitions. .
“Tell me what you want, Hannah,” he insisted, his voice a throaty whisper of desperation. The soft and harsh of his voice made it impossible to recognize. Even if I'd met him before, standing there in the dark, I had no idea who he was.
His fingers slicked through my wetness. A cry escaped my lips as I let my head fall back against the wall. I could barely make out his silhouette but I could feel him all over me. His mouth traced a path down my neck to the top of my cleavage. “Tell me,” he commanded again, pulling the material of my slinky black dress down to reveal my breasts.
“I-I want…you,” I said, breathlessly, fighting back every urge I had, to say that this was wrong. I’d never been the kind of girl that randomly hooked up with guys I barely knew. Hell, I didn’t even hook up with guys I knew nearly every detail about. But somehow the mystery of the masquerade ball and the dangerous undercurrent of a thunderstorm had intoxicated me. My head swam with the sensation of him touching me, of the pleasure rippling through my body—a body that hadn't felt pleasure like this in a long time, or maybe ever.
He didn't give me time to reconsider. He worked his mouth over the swells of my breasts as I heard the faint pull of his zipper.
I was pinned between the cool concrete wall of the stairwell and his muscular frame. His mouth returned to mine, consuming me and my will to stop him. Slowly leading his tongue over my lips with a familiar knowledge that left me with no regrets about the decision to allow this stranger to possess me in the way he was. He pressed in closer, filling any gaps between us perfectly.
My body surrendered. I detected the tear of a condom wrapper and had to admire his thoughtfulness. My mind was about as far from consequence as it could be. His hands dipped to the apex of my thighs and I felt the tip of his hard cock tease my entrance.
“Hannah,” he breathed, the only request for permission he’d be making.
“Yes,” I rasped out just before he thrust into me. My fingers ached from gripping his shoulders so tightly, but it was a delicious ache. I let him take me in the dark to a place that I'd only dreamed about—a place where two people were able to physically connect in a way that was beyond explanation, one where there was no right or wrong or socially accepted norm.
A wicked crack of thunder reverberated through the walls of the old hotel while the mysterious stranger shook me to my core.
“You're all I ever wanted,” he whispered, intensifying the notion that what was happening between us was more than just a chance encounter between strangers fueled by desire and the excitement of it all.
We panted and inhaled desperate breaths, breathing together as he rocked into me, and it was the most intense and satisfying experience of my life.
An experience that I feared would consume me in more ways than one.
Amazon B & N iTunes & Kobo links are coming soon!
The second episode of Spend the Night will be published on February 3, 2015!
So, the official release date for the first episode of Spend The Night was not supposed to release until Tuesday, but I may have had a quick trigger finger on the uploading! STN is live on Amazon and Barnes and Noble (links below). I hope you all enjoy the first installment of this romantic suspense serial. The Wellesley-Crawford Hotel's cast of characters have been in my head for a very long time and I'm excited for you to all meet them! Still not sure how you feel about serials? Here is an extended sneak peek at Spend the Night!
I wasn't sure how I had ended up in a dark stairwell with a stranger. His body was so close to mine—his hands, his mouth, all of it—I doubted if I'd be able to remember every single detail, but I sure as hell didn't want to forget it.
The memory of the evening flashed in my mind as his soft, warm lips crashed against mine. I’d gone to the hotel’s Annual Masquerade Gala as I did every year— socializing, laughing, dancing, and, possibly, overindulging on the champagne—something I never did. But, that night was special. That night was the first night that I finally felt like I was ready to fulfill my family's legacy. I was ready to run The Wellesley-Crawford Hotel.
I was having a fabulous time when the thunderstorm that was currently ripping through the area knocked out all of the electricity. The crowd had begun racing to the dimly lit exit signs in mass panic.
Somehow, in the darkness and chaos, he’d found me. I couldn't be sure if he was the man whom I'd just flirted with or if it was someone else entirely. It really could have been anyone. As irrational as it seemed, I didn't care. I deserved a night of wild night of fun, or at least that's what my friends had insisted.
“You work so hard, Hannah. You deserve to have a good time,” they had said, replacing my empty glass with a full one. I was way past my normal three drink max, but I was having the time of my life. The hours of hard work and dedication that I put into my family's hotel had finally paid off. I did deserve to have a good time.
The frivolity of it all quickly turned to something else when the lights went off and he approached me. He tempted me with danger and intrigue and I accepted. Something I thought I'd never admit. It started with a hand on the small of my back as he guided me through the crowd and down a dimly lit hallway to the stairwell farthest from the party.
The aura of mystery surrounding the entire situation made my heart race. It may have been illogical and reckless, but I'd been so consumed with the desire to follow him, that I’d acted on impulse and let the masked man lead me wherever it was we were going. Perhaps, it was the champagne that had lowered my inhibitions, but it seemed to be something more. A driving force deep within me that told me going with him was safe, and even if it wasn't, it would be worth the risk.
“Who are you?” I’d asked while being pulled in close behind him. “Where are we going?”
His answer was nothing more than a sexy, rough whisper, “You ask too many questions, Hannah.”
The fact that he knew my name instilled a false sense of trust and I continued to let him guide me to his intended destination. Down the empty hallways of The Wellesley-Crawford Hotel, through a service door, to an often forgotten set of stairs that the staff used to navigate the hotel, hidden from the guests’ view. I lived and worked at The WC and even I had to think hard about exactly where we were.
I tried to identify him with the help of the glow from the emergency lights but it was impossible to see his face clearly. The mask he was wearing from the party hid it too well and he never looked in my direction long enough for me to make out his features. Instead he moved ahead quickly and with a sense of purpose.
The firm grasp he had on my hand was warm and exciting. Strangely, it made me feel safe and not at all threatened. His kiss was as motivated as his touch. I knew what he wanted with me. It was the exact same thing I wanted from him.
He had to be somewhat familiar with the hotel to know that this stairwell would be empty—that it was out of the way and often unused—but I didn't have time to think about that as his hand slipped up my thigh and underneath the black cocktail dress I was wearing. His nimble fingers quickly grabbed the edge of my panties, ripping them from my body, and ripping all logical thoughts from my head. I knew in that moment exactly what was going to happen between us, and for once in my life I let go of my inhibitions. .
“Tell me what you want, Hannah,” he insisted, his voice a throaty whisper of desperation. The soft and harsh of his voice made it impossible to recognize. Even if I'd met him before, standing there in the dark, I had no idea who he was.
His fingers slicked through my wetness. A cry escaped my lips as I let my head fall back against the wall. I could barely make out his silhouette but I could feel him all over me. His mouth traced a path down my neck to the top of my cleavage. “Tell me,” he commanded again, pulling the material of my slinky black dress down to reveal my breasts.
“I-I want…you,” I said, breathlessly, fighting back every urge I had, to say that this was wrong. I’d never been the kind of girl that randomly hooked up with guys I barely knew. Hell, I didn’t even hook up with guys I knew nearly every detail about. But somehow the mystery of the masquerade ball and the dangerous undercurrent of a thunderstorm had intoxicated me. My head swam with the sensation of him touching me, of the pleasure rippling through my body—a body that hadn't felt pleasure like this in a long time, or maybe ever.
He didn't give me time to reconsider. He worked his mouth over the swells of my breasts as I heard the faint pull of his zipper.
I was pinned between the cool concrete wall of the stairwell and his muscular frame. His mouth returned to mine, consuming me and my will to stop him. Slowly leading his tongue over my lips with a familiar knowledge that left me with no regrets about the decision to allow this stranger to possess me in the way he was. He pressed in closer, filling any gaps between us perfectly.
My body surrendered. I detected the tear of a condom wrapper and had to admire his thoughtfulness. My mind was about as far from consequence as it could be. His hands dipped to the apex of my thighs and I felt the tip of his hard cock tease my entrance.
“Hannah,” he breathed, the only request for permission he’d be making.
“Yes,” I rasped out just before he thrust into me. My fingers ached from gripping his shoulders so tightly, but it was a delicious ache. I let him take me in the dark to a place that I'd only dreamed about—a place where two people were able to physically connect in a way that was beyond explanation, one where there was no right or wrong or socially accepted norm.
A wicked crack of thunder reverberated through the walls of the old hotel while the mysterious stranger shook me to my core.
“You're all I ever wanted,” he whispered, intensifying the notion that what was happening between us was more than just a chance encounter between strangers fueled by desire and the excitement of it all.
We panted and inhaled desperate breaths, breathing together as he rocked into me, and it was the most intense and satisfying experience of my life.
An experience that I feared would consume me in more ways than one.
Amazon B & N iTunes & Kobo links are coming soon!The second episode of Spend the Night will be published on February 3, 2015!
Published on January 18, 2015 18:43
December 19, 2014
A Sweet & Spicy Christmas Treat!
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Beautiful Collision by T.G. Ayer
Life on the run is hard enough. Gray doesn't need love to complicate her world. And the last thing she needs is to fall for the wrong guy.
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International surf sensation Kellen Handler has it all – fame and fortune and more women than he can count – but he's riding his own personal wave toward disaster. Can PR genius Gina Bellori rescue his reputation...and his heart?
Fever by Melissa Pearl
Two showers and one song that will change their lives forever...singing in the shower will never be the same.
Escaping Me by Elizabeth Lee
The last thing Cole was looking for was a girl like Whitney, and she sure didn't expect anything serious with the town's bad seed. Sometimes the one you think isn't for you turns out to be just the person you need.
Finding My Forever by Heidi McLaughlin
Women find me. I don't chase. I know what they want and they know I'll deliver. But after one look, one touch, one night...Now I'm the one doing the chasing.
Girl with Guitar by Caisey Quinn
Touring with Country Music superstar Trace Corbin is hardly a dream come true since he’s pretty much drinking his career down the drain. If Kylie can’t pull Trace out of his rut, he’ll pull her and her dreams down with him.
Draw Me In by Megan Squires
We meet. We fall in love. But it's not that story.
Begin with Goodbye by Kelly Walker
Justice is a myth, and true love is a lie. In Begin With Goodbye, Sam will go home to confront her sister's rapist, but she might find more than she bargained for.
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Published on December 19, 2014 07:45


