New books
I have news of new books.
First, my first new m/m in a while will be out in December/January.
It's called Shady and it's a dark and sexy suspense novel set in the near future:
Can a dark, tormented cop and a warm and caring hustler fall in love while trying to stop a murderer? Created to be the perfect killer, Shade has done some 'shady' things in his past but when he meets Nick, a sexy and honorable part time painter, Shade is drawn to possess him. And Shade is very good at getting what he wants, using any means necessary...
My hero Shade is very dark. He will do anything once he falls in love to protect his lover, and with such a man, I mean anything, lie, cheat, steal and yes, kill.
Shady will be available for pre-order on December 20 from Total E Bound.
I also have two books in my firefighters series near completion, the Men of Station 57. The first, The Shy Dominant I sent in recently and the second I'm half done with, called The Protective Dominant. I'm totally in love with the one I'm doing now as two survivors of trauma are finding their way to loving. I really like writing such stories.
The first book in this series, "Forbidden Fire" may have a change in title to "The Forbidden Dominant." This is a particularly great thing for my publisher to do since it's time and trouble for them.
The books all feature light BDSM. I'd go so far as to call it almost cuddly.
So be back soon with more dates and covers as they are revealed to me.
Okay, I was asked for a wee snippet of Shady so I'm providing it. It's NSFW. Enjoy!
Shade pulled out a pair of sneakers, some jeans and a t-shirt. Danvers had an interesting
wardrobe. Expensive clothes, all black, which Shade assumed were for work and then paint splattered and unattractive (since no way were they form fitting) t-shirts and jeans.
"Will this do?" He held the items up, catching Danvers staring at a holo picture of himself and the vic. His eyes were damp again. He nodded silently.
Shade turned his back. “Get dressed. The team has already been through here so if you
need more clothing, you can take it now."
Shade was hyper-aware of the rustle of Danvers getting dressed. That slight, lean body, the cool elegance. He was way above a cop’s touch. After a moment, Danvers touched his arm lightly.
"Can I take this too?" Danvers indicated the image of him and Appleton.
"If you want. You were close."
"He saved my life. I had no one, was going nowhere," Danvers whispered. "Shit!" He covered his eyes. "I'm a fucking mess!"
Shade picked up the holo picture and handed it to Danvers. When their hands met, the connection arched between them. Instant, physical, gut wrenching.
Next thing he knew, Shade had his arms around him. He leaned his forehead against silky hair, breathing in freshly showered scent while he rubbed Nick’s back in awkward comfort. For once, he wanted to try to be nice but he didn’t know how. Was he doing this right, or was he holding on too tight, too possessively? He knew how to gut someone in an alley, leave them to bleed out, but he didn’t know how to give comfort.
"All right?" he asked.
"I never do that, just lean on someone I don’t know." Danvers avoided his eyes.
Shade forced himself to step back. What was he doing, touching Danvers, who was a witness, a possible suspect? Sure, he bent the law when it suited him but--
"Nick!" a new voice interrupted.
Shade spotted a slight man around the same age as Danvers in the bedroom doorway. He had
tousled dark hair and snapping black eyes. He glared at Shade.
"Jonathan,” Danvers said. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
"Who are you?" Shade demanded.
"Jonathan Spenser, Nick's boyfriend."
"Hey, no need to lay it on so thick,” Danvers chided. The way he placated Spenser pissed Shade off.
"Uh huh." Spencer held Shade's gaze.
"I kind of...fell apart." Danvers shoved back some of his long spiky blond hair.
"Well, good thing I got here, baby, ‘cause you only get to do that with me.” Jonathan stamped a possessive kiss on Danvers's lips.
Mine, the gesture said.
Shade felt something primitive rise. He wanted to rip Spenser’s hands off Nick. He wanted to care for the blond himself.
"I'll speak to you again soon," Shade warned him. "Leave your whereabouts with Stevens on the way out."
Nick nodded. “Thanks, uh…”
Shade had a case to solve, he needed to—
Fuck, he wanted Nick Danvers.
He didn’t care that he was a beautiful hustler who specialized in older men. He didn’t care that he had a boyfriend already.
He’d find a way to have Nick.
First, my first new m/m in a while will be out in December/January.
It's called Shady and it's a dark and sexy suspense novel set in the near future:
Can a dark, tormented cop and a warm and caring hustler fall in love while trying to stop a murderer? Created to be the perfect killer, Shade has done some 'shady' things in his past but when he meets Nick, a sexy and honorable part time painter, Shade is drawn to possess him. And Shade is very good at getting what he wants, using any means necessary...
My hero Shade is very dark. He will do anything once he falls in love to protect his lover, and with such a man, I mean anything, lie, cheat, steal and yes, kill.
Shady will be available for pre-order on December 20 from Total E Bound.
I also have two books in my firefighters series near completion, the Men of Station 57. The first, The Shy Dominant I sent in recently and the second I'm half done with, called The Protective Dominant. I'm totally in love with the one I'm doing now as two survivors of trauma are finding their way to loving. I really like writing such stories.
The first book in this series, "Forbidden Fire" may have a change in title to "The Forbidden Dominant." This is a particularly great thing for my publisher to do since it's time and trouble for them.
The books all feature light BDSM. I'd go so far as to call it almost cuddly.
So be back soon with more dates and covers as they are revealed to me.
Okay, I was asked for a wee snippet of Shady so I'm providing it. It's NSFW. Enjoy!
Shade pulled out a pair of sneakers, some jeans and a t-shirt. Danvers had an interesting
wardrobe. Expensive clothes, all black, which Shade assumed were for work and then paint splattered and unattractive (since no way were they form fitting) t-shirts and jeans.
"Will this do?" He held the items up, catching Danvers staring at a holo picture of himself and the vic. His eyes were damp again. He nodded silently.
Shade turned his back. “Get dressed. The team has already been through here so if you
need more clothing, you can take it now."
Shade was hyper-aware of the rustle of Danvers getting dressed. That slight, lean body, the cool elegance. He was way above a cop’s touch. After a moment, Danvers touched his arm lightly.
"Can I take this too?" Danvers indicated the image of him and Appleton.
"If you want. You were close."
"He saved my life. I had no one, was going nowhere," Danvers whispered. "Shit!" He covered his eyes. "I'm a fucking mess!"
Shade picked up the holo picture and handed it to Danvers. When their hands met, the connection arched between them. Instant, physical, gut wrenching.
Next thing he knew, Shade had his arms around him. He leaned his forehead against silky hair, breathing in freshly showered scent while he rubbed Nick’s back in awkward comfort. For once, he wanted to try to be nice but he didn’t know how. Was he doing this right, or was he holding on too tight, too possessively? He knew how to gut someone in an alley, leave them to bleed out, but he didn’t know how to give comfort.
"All right?" he asked.
"I never do that, just lean on someone I don’t know." Danvers avoided his eyes.
Shade forced himself to step back. What was he doing, touching Danvers, who was a witness, a possible suspect? Sure, he bent the law when it suited him but--
"Nick!" a new voice interrupted.
Shade spotted a slight man around the same age as Danvers in the bedroom doorway. He had
tousled dark hair and snapping black eyes. He glared at Shade.
"Jonathan,” Danvers said. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
"Who are you?" Shade demanded.
"Jonathan Spenser, Nick's boyfriend."
"Hey, no need to lay it on so thick,” Danvers chided. The way he placated Spenser pissed Shade off.
"Uh huh." Spencer held Shade's gaze.
"I kind of...fell apart." Danvers shoved back some of his long spiky blond hair.
"Well, good thing I got here, baby, ‘cause you only get to do that with me.” Jonathan stamped a possessive kiss on Danvers's lips.
Mine, the gesture said.
Shade felt something primitive rise. He wanted to rip Spenser’s hands off Nick. He wanted to care for the blond himself.
"I'll speak to you again soon," Shade warned him. "Leave your whereabouts with Stevens on the way out."
Nick nodded. “Thanks, uh…”
Shade had a case to solve, he needed to—
Fuck, he wanted Nick Danvers.
He didn’t care that he was a beautiful hustler who specialized in older men. He didn’t care that he had a boyfriend already.
He’d find a way to have Nick.
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