Hey ladies and Gents, sorry it's been a while but life has been crazy with the release of and everything that cam with it.
what a massive learning curve it was, and yet here we are, about to do it all over again with .

Have I leaned some very valuable lessons? Oh, I could write a book :)
Would I do it again? Yes.
Am I looking forward to the next release? Most definately.

I'm thriled to say the advanced reviews for 'Fire' have been amazing. When writing this book, I'm the first to admit that I took some risks, throwing in a couple of plot twists that readers just wouldn't see coming, and the reaction has been brilliant. I love that people have no idea where this book is heading, and I love that they've finshed it, wanting more.

So for those of you who very kindly offered to review it for me, thank you so very much. For those of you that are still waiting for the release, here's a little taste ... of Mika.



It was the need for coffee that dragged PJ from her bed, but it was the trail of shredded toilet paper that led her to the kitchen. The culprit was nowhere to be seen, but she could hear him behind the couch, growling. Creeping around the end she found his nest. Tiny pieces of tissue were scattered everywhere and smack bang in the center of it was Vader, one paw clamped over the roll while he chewed the other end.
She shouldn’t laugh, but he was so adorable with his misplaced aggression. It absolutely delighted her to see him play, but toilet paper? No. Crouching down, she picked up a handful of the shredded scraps, all under the watchful gaze of her little terror. “Hand it over.”
Vader ignored her completely, then just as she reached forward, he bolted.
“Fine. You’ll come grovelling when you want my breakfast.” Grinning, because he made her so incredibly happy, she headed into the kitchen. The token gesture knock came a second later.
“It’s open.”
Mika actually hesitated before he stepped inside. It was so unlike him that PJ stopped, eyeing him suspiciously.
“You okay or do you need coffee?”
Under his arm was a large flat box with a pink bow wrapped around it. Either Mika had bought her a present or it was the dress she’d ordered yesterday.
“Have you been practicing?”
“Why? What did Elliot say?”
Mika laughed and it was such a deep, intoxicating sound, she couldn’t help but laugh too.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“I wasn’t that bad and besides, he was worse.” Mika moved closer, his eyes blatantly traveling over her body. “Why do you have my box?”
“Delivery man rang our intercom, said he tried yours first.”
Edging past Mika, PJ headed for the door, relieving him of her dress on the way. The small intercom system on the wall was something she’d glanced at numerous times, but she’d never actually given it a second thought. She’d never heard a sound from it either, come to think of it. Everyone who visited had either texted her or been let in by Elliot. After pushing a few buttons she waited, hoping to see some form of life but there was nothing.
One big hand appeared on the wall in front of her then a second, which meant—heat settled along her back, the thin cotton of her dress no barrier against the closeness of Mika’s chest as he leaned over her, his dark spicy scent following a split-second later. She felt him everywhere, just like she had when they’d gone shopping and when they’d caught the train, and when he’d pinned her against the bench, the wall—shit, maybe Luke did have a point? Or not. Mika was gay and she was a woman, end of story.
“Is it turned on, PJ?”
She really wanted to look at him but she didn’t, focusing on the intercom instead. “I don’t know, Mika.”
“Why don’t you open it, see if you can figure how … to turn it on?”
Really, he was going to stoop that low? Well, she could play that game too. With one little swipe of her finger PJ opened the cover, stroking several buttons as she peeked back over her shoulder. “Do you think this one will do anything? It seems so small.”
She could swear his cheeks flushed, his jaw definitely locked before he forced a smile.
“It’s not that small. Maybe you should flick it, see what happens.”
“Flick it, what if something’s wrong and it explodes?”
It was a genuine concern she had, yet her face remained dead calm as she glanced back at him again. His brow rose right before his lips twitched.
“Then I guess you’ll get one hell of a zap. Who knows? You might even like it.”
Without giving her a chance to respond, he turned it on. A small red light appeared followed by a beep.
“Oh sorry, that was … strangely disappointing.”
He grunted, the muscles pressing against her back jerked but she remained perfectly still.
“Disappointing, huh? Well I’d never want to disappoint you, maybe we should try again?”
“Do you need to wait a minute first?”
This time he laughed, his breath sending her hair flying, he was that close.
“Does Luke know how much trouble you are?”
“I’m not trouble for him.” She meant it as a joke, but it came out sounding far more like a declaration.
“Is that because you’re scared of him? Of what he’ll do to you?”
She hadn’t been yesterday when she’d teased him about the whip, but now that she was counting down the hours until he arrived, she could no longer ignore the slight queasiness in her tummy. “No.”
With a little nudge to her shoulder, Mika turned her around. One hand remained by her head while the other hovered right by her face. His expression was fierce as his hand edged closer, capturing a strand of her hair.
“I think you are. I think he’s given you a little taste of pain and you liked it, but now he’s going to want so much more than that.” Mika’s beautiful topaz eyes held her prisoner, his body too as he pinned her against the wall. “How long are you going to let him toy with you before you admit defeat and walk away?”
That was the sort of remark she expected from Elliot and she’d have given one right back except she had nothing. “Mika, please don’t do this.”
Instead of answering, he caught her wrist, easing her sleeve back until the faint red marks were revealed.
“Why, if this is what you want, do you look like you’re about to cry?”
Fuck, did she?