Friday, July 22, 2016

Now Available for Pre-Order!!

The Heroes of Silver Springs, Volume 1 (MF, MFM)
Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 252,000

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AVAILABLE: Tuesday, August 2nd

Box Set #44: The Heroes of Silver Springs Collection, Volume 1 (All 4 books for $3.99)

In Caught off Guard, Fire Department Captain Dean Wolcott has reformed his old, wild boy ways and has become a respected member of the community. But even with all he has achieved, one thing is still missing—Veronica Abbott, the sweet girl who was always out of his league. When she returns, Dean is shocked in the best way at the woman she has become. Veronica is looking for an exciting future. Her new business provides some spark, but it’s the prospect of Dean Wolcott that really lights the fire inside her.

In Twin Games, someone doesn’t like that Angelina Keaton has inherited the Keaton Municipal Airport, but it will take more than fires and tampered planes for her to sell the family business. When the playful firefighter Jason Graham comes on the scene, he knows he’s found his perfect playmate, but the game is turning deadly. Jason’s brother Jackson, an FBI agent who prefers direct approaches and straightforward solutions, comes to help investigate and finds himself in a game between Jason and Veronica, one that he can’t resist playing, just this once.

In Stormy Nights, Navy SEAL turned firefighter Ryan Magee has no trouble convincing women to share his bed, until he meets Tina. The struggling single mother has more important things on her mind, but her resistance is tested when she and her son are forced to ride out a storm in Ryan’s home. But Ryan’s past catches up to him, endangering them all, and their time together may come to a grave end neither of them anticipated.

In All or Nothing, Bailey Lamont has finally moved on from her troubled past and finds herself in possession of the two things she wants most in life: a satisfying career and the heart of the man she loves. But Tripp Barrett’s hardheaded determination might be their undoing. When an injury threatens his firefighting career, he vows to regain the life he has built for himself. But will that be the life centered on his career or the one focused on Bailey? Can he have them both or will he have to choose?

Caught off Guard Excerpt:

“You asked to see me?” Despite the fact that the woman of his dreams stood there looking at him, dressed only in a towel, with a heat in her eyes that would burst any thermometer; despite the fact that in about three seconds he would have a very visible pop-tent going on with the towel because of that look; that was the part his shocked mind latched on to. He even forgot that Barrett and Shannon were still in the doorway watching with wide eyes and amused expressions. She had asked to see him. Holy shit!

“I wanted to thank you for putting out the fire at my parents’ house,” she said, and he felt his dick sigh in disappointment. She wanted to thank him. Not invite him to that house for a dinner that would lead to hot, slippery sex in the bedroom. Which would then lead to another night of hot, slippery sex and another and another. Which would then lead to him asking for her hand in marriage and a lifetime of nights of that hot, slippery sex.

He looked at her—at her long blond hair, sweet rounded breasts that stretched the material of her maroon crop top, the gold loop bellybutton ring that showed above the very low cut waistline of her very short shorts—and wanted to cry. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Barrett tap Shannon on the shoulder, cock his head, and the two tiptoed out of the doorway leaving him alone…with her! He was alone with Veronica Abbott in the locker room of the station house wearing only a towel and she…He looked down her body again. Hell, she wasn’t wearing much more than he!

The realization of that shocked him into confusion. The Veronica Abbott he remembered would never be dressed the way this woman was. She would never be standing in front of a man who wore nothing but a towel and looking at him as though she willed that towel to drop, either.
“I should get dressed,” he said quickly and turned to walk to his locker.

“Don’t do that on my account,” she said, and he stopped, turned. Though he had only taken a few steps, she had followed. She stood close, too close. When she spoke, her voice reverberated with arousal. “I like you this way. Although, if you want my opinion, I think you’re still wearing too much.”

Dean was flabbergasted. Sweet Jesus, the woman was coming on to him! His wildest, most crazed fantasy was coming true—no, even his fantasies couldn’t have created a moment like this—and he was too stunned to know what to do. He stared down at her, knowing all his bewilderment and shock were etched in his expression, and waited. For what, he didn’t have a clue.

She laughed. The sound was both musical and sultry. No doubt, the woman could make a fortune on one of those 900 sex lines. “Dean Wolcott, you’re looking at me as though you aren’t sure if you want to rip off my clothes or run for the door.”

“I’m not sure,” he admitted when he finally managed to find his voice.

“Lacy told me you aren’t the wild adventurous boy you once were, but I didn’t believe it.” She stepped even closer until their bodies touched. He could feel the heat radiating from her, smell the subtle hint of her sweet perfume.

“I’m not that boy anymore, Veronica.”

She clucked her tongue, lifted a hand, and trailed a fingernail down the center of his bare chest igniting a blazing fire in its wake. “And isn’t that a shame. You know, I always had the biggest crush on you.” Her finger stopped when it reached the barrier of the towel, paused, and he felt his eyes widen before the finger began slowly moving up again. “But you never would talk to me. Why was that, Dean?”

“I valued my life,” he said, his voice husky to his ears. God, she drove him mad! He fisted his hands at his sides to keep from touching her, because once he got his hands on her, he knew he wouldn’t be able to pry them off…ever! “I may have been a bit wild, but I didn’t have a death wish. Your parents would have had my head on a chopping block for even trying to get near you.”

“But my parents aren’t here now. They have no control over me anymore.” She flattened her hand on his chest, slid it down again. But this time she didn’t allow the towel to stop her descent. She continued, and when her fingers wrapped around his cock, he felt his breath lodge in his throat.

“Oh, my God,” he whispered as her hand began to stroke him.

She smiled up at him. “Not quite, but I guess you can call me a goddess if you wish, though Veronica will be sufficient enough.”

For more excerpts visit:
Twin Games
The Heroes of Silver Springs 2

Stormy Nights
The Heroes of Silver Springs 3

All or Nothing
The Heroes of Silver Springs 4

Monday, July 18, 2016

The Rescue Ranch series continues!

Available now at Siren-BookStrand!

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, light consensual BDSM, sex toys, HEA]

Former Navy SEALs Dillon Stokes and Korbin Blackwell have dedicated their lives to neutralizing terrorism. Now operatives with the ETDF, an elite counter-terrorist force working independently of government protocol, they’re handling the toughest missions in the business. But an assignment is about to drop into their laps that is going to test their skills, hearts, and a fifteen-year friendship.

After three attempts on her life, Temperance Calvert knows someone wants her dead, but the Memphis police don’t believe her. Alone and with nowhere else to turn, the only place she can think to go is Rescue Ranch. But getting close to Dillon and Korbin again will be certain suicide for her heart. Rescue Ranch, a safe haven for wayward boys, has changed since Temperance left Pleasure, Tennessee, but a few things have remained the same. Loyalty, honor, and bravery still run the land, and Dillon and Korbin still hold the key to her soul.


“There was a fire in Temperance Calvert’s apartment last night.”
It took every ounce of control Dillon Stokes had learned in his thirty years of life not to physically react to that news. Inside was a different story. His chest tightened, his heart suddenly hammering as if seeking a way out of his body, and his blood went cold as ice.
“And you’re telling me this now because?”
“She was in a wreck a few weeks ago. Single car accident and apparently walked away without a scratch, but word is it could’ve been a hell of a lot worse.” Korbin Blackwell paused as if waiting for a response to that bit of news. When he didn’t get one, he put the icing on the already cooling cake by adding, “A couple of weeks before that, she was almost hit in a drive-by shooting.”
The vise around Dillion’s heart nearly squeezed the damn ticker in two. Christ! How much pain could the organ take in one morning? He figured he should at least help it out by breathing because, shit, he’d apparently stopped doing that as soon as Korbin had started talking.
He drew in a deep breath, let it out slow, and kept his voice bland when he said, “It sounds to me like she’s having a string of bad luck.”
Truthfully, it sounded like more than that. It felt like more than that, too, but damn if he was going to let his tongue say so. Korbin didn’t seem to have the same control over the fleshy, muscular organ in his mouth.
“It sounds to me like someone is trying to hurt her.”
Dillon had to swallow the lump that formed in his throat before he could speak this time. “Is that what the MPD has decided?”
“MPD doesn’t seem to be taking it seriously. They’re treating each as a separate incident and, lumped together, as one big coincidence.”
Dillon finally tore his attention from the coffin being lowered into the ground several yards away. The crowd that had been gathered around the gravesite had already started to disperse. Some had gathered in small groups to talk, while the rest were headed to the line of vehicles parked in the street that wound through the cemetery. So far, he was the only one who hadn’t moved more than his head. He wasn’t sure he could, especially now when his feet felt as if they’d sprouted roots into the ground beneath them.
 He angled a sideways look at Korbin. “And, let me guess. You’re wanting to help her.”
“We’ve been asked to help her.”
Korbin’s intentional use of the word “we” wasn’t lost on him. Neither was the implication. “You talked to her?”
The green-eyed jealous monster that reared its ugly head in his gut came as a shocker. For starters, why in the hell would he ever be jealous because Korbin had talked to a woman? He and Korbin had been sharing women damn near since they’d figured out their dicks had a more exciting purpose in life than taking a piss. Then, there was the fact that the female topic of this conversation was Temperance Calvert. Temperance, who had made it clear on two separate occasions in the last fifteen years that the only way she ever wanted to see either of them again was over her dead body.
Except that a day hadn’t gone by since that he hadn’t thought of her and a night hadn’t passed that he hadn’t dreamed of her. And, as far as the over her dead body part went, if Korbin’s instincts were on the mark, as they almost always were, someone was attempting to make that part happen.
Korbin shook his head. “I talked to Josh.”
Well, hell. The man was in possession of some serious blow-Dillon-out-of-his-boots ammo today. He even caught himself glancing down to make sure they were still on his feet. He would’ve been less surprised if Winnie-the-Pooh had come to life and requested their help to rescue Piglet from a cell of terrorist Tiggers.
Fifteen years ago Josh Calvert had been a confused, angry, and devastated teenager who had retaliated against his cheating mother by setting two very impressive and well-orchestrated fires in Pleasure. He might have gotten away with them if he hadn’t told Temperance what he’d done. No. Correction. He might have gotten away with them if Temperance hadn’t told Dillon and Korbin what Josh had done.
“He called before the service started this morning,” Korbin went on. “To use his words, he’s buried the hatchet and, in an effort to see his sister stays safe, is attempting to convince Temperance to do the same.”
“She won’t do it.”
Not unless she’d changed a lot over the years. The Temperance he’d known had been fourteen, fiery, feisty, and quick tempered, all of which he’d contributed to her firecracker red hair that perfectly suited her personality and her name. At fifteen, getting to know a girl like her had showed him precisely what he wanted in a woman and damn if he hadn’t been looking for a replica ever since. When he’d turned eighteen, he’d tracked her down once before leaving for his first enlistment with the Navy. Those three years hadn’t changed her a bit. She’d told him in very blunt, very hot-tempered words exactly where he could shove the phone in his hand and had abruptly ended the call.
That was the last contact he’d had with her. The last contact outside of his thoughts and dreams, in any case.
He’d seen her, though. A simple Google search of her name and, wham, he got a page of links that took him to her business website, Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, and every other social media site on the internet. And, of course, there were pictures. There had to be pictures. What better way to increase his torment? And, of course, he saved many of those pictures to his hard drive to stare at and fantasize over again and again because, Christ on a pogo stick, the fourteen-year-old girl had turned into one hell of an amazing woman and, for the love of God, he’d still yet to figure out why in the fuck he couldn’t forget about her.
“Josh is hoping we won’t give her a choice.”
The whole not-giving-her-a-choice part brought to mind many of the fantasies he’d had over the years about the one woman he couldn’t shake. “What the hell does he want us to do, kidnap her and keep her hogtied at the ranch until we catch whoever is after her?”

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Combustible Relations

As a PR guru with the fire commissioner’s Media Affair’s Office, Renee Hofstede is determined, no matter the cost, to bring Station 4’s C-shift, and especially Engine Company 2’s crew, back into public favor after they’ve been put through the media ringer. Even if it means going nose-to-ripped-chest with captains Trey Baggett and Mick Bracken. But, when an old nemesis comes to Cherish, anything becomes fodder for flames. Renee is no exception when Trey and Mick become her personal knights in turnout gear.

Trey feels things stir in unspeakable places when Renee sashays into his office and reveals her plan to regain the community’s respect for the shift under his command. Mick is accustomed to following orders, but when they come from a sex-kitten like Renee, he’s not sure what to do. Then danger strikes and Trey and Mick’s protective instincts kick in. But what transpires will be combustible enough to make the three of them explode.

Adult Excerpt:

“Renee, sweetheart, I—”
It was her turn to narrow her eyes at him. “Are you really going to tell me no, Mick Bracken?”
That got her a soft chuckle, but his expression immediately turned serious again. “Are you sure?”
“More sure than I’ve ever been of anything in my life.” It was the truth. Well, almost. There were several things she was sure about these days. She was sure of her love for him, of her love for Trey, and of her desire for both her men to make love to her at the same time. It would hurt, being filled by two massive cocks at once. She was certain of it, but she no longer cared.
“Damn, I love you.”
The husky declaration spun through her, heating her system and filling her heart. “Damn, I love you, too.”
He grinned, lifted his head to brush his lips to her mouth, and then gave her ass a soft pat. “Go to Trey while I get some lube out of the bathroom.”
“Come here, baby.” Trey reached her, his hands steady on her sides as she moved to straddle his waist. “In case there’s any doubt in your beautiful mind, I love you, too.”
She hadn’t thought her heart could feel any fuller, but it did. “And, I love you just as much.”
“Should we wait for Mick?”
Renee answered him by flattening her hands on his chest and lowering her body onto his. Her pussy was already drenched. It stayed that way when she was around either of the men she loved. And when she was with both of them…
“Christ,” Trey ground through his teeth as she settled her body on his, taking his cock all the way inside her cunt to the hilt.
Being filled by Trey’s cock was the greatest of pleasures. Her body immediately accepted the intrusion, her inner muscles expanding only to clench around his shaft, increasing the fantastical sensations that ricocheted through her.
“Mick can catch up with he gets back,” she managed to say, albeit breathlessly.
“He better hurry.”
Amused, she chewed her bottom lip as she met Trey’s gaze. “Oh? Why is that?”
“I should be too old for premature ejaculations,” he said gruffly, “but damn if you don’t do that to me every time I get inside you.”
Renee threw her head back and laughed. Then, she stopped laughing as she felt the foot of the bed dip behind her. She looked over her shoulder to find Mick had returned with a tube of lubrication fisted in one hand.
“Do you two need a few more minutes?”
Trey answered before she could. “Not if you intend on coming with us.”
Renee laughed again. “I think he means that in the literal sense.”
Mick grinned, but eyes flamed with a desire that scorched her soul. “Bend over, Trey, sweetheart.”
Trepidation and anticipation mixed a crazy concoction in her system as she followed his instruction and fixed her gaze on Trey. She stiffened when Mick palmed her ass and silently willed herself to relax. She started to shake from her head to her toes, her breaths becoming ragged as eagerness slammed into fear inside her.
Trey laced his fingers in the side of her hair. “It will feel good if you let it.”
Unable to speak, she nodded as Mick’s cool, wet fingers moved between her buttocks. She couldn’t hold Trey’s gaze any longer. Her eyes closed on their own accord and her head bowed. Her mind raced as rapidly as her heart as Mick’s fingers massaged her flesh, spreading the lubricant over her ass. His finger pushed inside her anus, bringing with it a stinging pain that quickly dissolved into a mind-numbing pleasure.
“Talk to us, Renee,” Mick softly urged. “How does it feel?”
She shook her head, unable to describe the bittersweet pain morphing to astronomical bliss. It took the form of searing darts that shot from her ass straight to her pussy that was already filled by Trey’s cock. “More,” she finally managed. “Please, I want more.”
Mick twisted his finger inside her, pulled it free, and another finger joined to work the gel in deeper. Together, his fingers stretched her anus until she pleaded with him to stop, to give her even more, to do something to relieve the talons of confusion clawing through her body.
“Oh, God, Mick, I can’t.” It was too much. The pleasure of it was blinding her, the pain a burning craze that shouldn’t feel good, but somehow did.
Mick’s fingers spread deep inside her, separating to stretch her as they circled and eased back only to pump inside her once more. The burn magnified, her pussy leaking juices around Trey’s cock even as it convulsed around his shaft. The intensity of it drove her to a crazed state of need. Her eyes filled as her clit begged and her hips jerked against Trey’s hold, now firm on her hips. Mick’s fingers began to methodically pump into her rear.
“He’ll stop if you want him to,” Trey told her.
“No!” The cry was wrenched from her throat as Mick pulled his fingers free only to plunge them in again. More coolness added to the inferno he’d built in her ass as he worked another glob of gel into her, the grease making a squishing sound as he fingered her deeper, faster.
“I’ve got two fingers in your tight sexy ass, sweetheart. God, I wish you could see this.”
“Forget seeing it. I can damn near feel it,” Trey said through clenched teeth. “Her pussy is tightening around my dick. Fuck, it’s amazing.”
“Are you ready for my cock now, Renee?” Mick asked as he continued to thrust his fingers inside her ass.
“Yes, please.” She half groaned and half cried out the words. “Make love to my ass, Mick.”
“Mother of God, that sounded so sexy.” He positioned himself, holding her ass cheeks spread with his hands as his cock nudged against her anus.