Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Teaser Tuesday: Moment of Truth



Summer House Book 3
Moment of Truth

Sometimes the wrong love turns out to be right...

Heather Connelly made that dreaded mistake most young girls in love made. She followed a boy to Nantucket, convinced he loved her. And then got dumped in a public and humiliating way that ended in a pub brawl. With her heart ripped to shreds, she wanders the beach drowning her tears in a bottle of wine, trying to figure out how to give it one more try. She finds the open door to his suite on the beach and climbs into bed naked wanting to show him just what he'll miss. Their love making is electric and nothing like she'd ever experience before. She's convinced she's won him back. But the next morning she wakes and realizes...she climbed into the wrong bed. Can this wrong man be perfect right for her?

Despite making his first million by 25 and then turning his small company into a nearly billionaire dollar empire, Slade Sullivan couldn't feel any lower. Recently divorced, he's gone to Nantucket Island, a place where he'd visited on many occasions as a child, to lick his wounds and regroup. When a beautiful woman climbs into his bed and begs him to make love to her, he can't resist. But in the light of day he realizes his huge mistake. She's nearly twenty years younger than him! He knows he should end it right there, but he can't resist this woman who makes him look at truths he's never wanted to see. Can their summer fling become a lasting love?


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Excerpt 


Heather

I should have learned my lesson from all the losers my mother brought home with her when I was a kid.  I’m a magnet for them, too.  Except…Jason wasn’t a loser.  He didn’t beat me up or try to get me drunk just to get in my bed.

I did that on my own.  The beating up part was the mind fuck of my life.  The drinking made me forget it.  And everything else…well, that was everything else.

I dig my toes into the cool sand and drop to the ground.  The salty breeze coming in from with the surf bathes my face enough to ease the nausea that is wedged in the pit of my stomach.  I hate being sick.  I won’t be sick.  Not for him, dammit!

The water is coming in further and soon I’ll be able to feel the surf hit me. Make me wet. But I don’t care.  Out here in the darkness, no one can find me.  No one can judge me.  No one can hurt me.

The crowd of people who’d gathered outside the nightclub I’ve worked at for the last six weeks is thinning.  The sound of people talking and laughing and walking along the beach as they make their way back to their hotels and beach houses echoes around me.  But no one bothers me.  I’m invisible here.  I want to be invisible…until I hear Jason’s voice

Jason. 

A tear trickles down my cheek and I let it travel to wherever it wants to go.  I don’t bother to stop it.  I like the cool air against my wet skin.  I can feel that, just like I feel the slight pain beneath the sweatband around my wrist.  And the bruise on my face that doesn’t sting anymore.  It just aches like the aching in my chest.

Jason had loved me once.  How could I have been so wrong about that?  But now he’s being a dick of monumental proportions.  The only reason I even came to Nantucket was because I was sure he still wanted me here. Well, fuck.  He hadn’t wanted me tonight even though he’d asked me to wait for him after my shift.  But then he’d started kissing that fuck-faced bimbo...Chelsea. Right there on the dance floor. For everyone to see.

I run my hand over the pain growing in my chest.  Tonight was a total waste.  Being here on this island is a total waste.

“What the fuck did I do?” I hear Jason say.  And I’m just pathetic enough to care about what that is.  “I totally fucked it up.”

This is what makes me pathetic.  Because I do care.  Does he regret kissing that Chelsea girl and making me look like a wretched fool in front of all the people at the club?  Does he regret pushing me and making me stumble against the freakin’ bar and hitting my face?  I can tell that my cheek is swollen.  And I saw the look on my roommate Penny’s face.  She saw it too.  They all saw it. 

I rub my head where it hurts and realize it’s not from being hit, it’s from having my hair yanked.  I don’t know who did it.  Everything happened so fast and then I was on the floor and people were climbing over me.

I think, but my head is still fuzzy.  I’d had a few shots after seeing that first kiss on the dance floor.  I needed to finish my shift and that was the only way I was going to get through it.

Double shots at the bar.

Bringing a tequila and beer to Jason.

“Fuck you,” I’d said when I saw him arguing with that dick from Hyannis.  I downed the tequila myself and then…and then…

I feel pain in my head and then I’m on the floor being stepped on.


The next thing I know Gus was dragging me out of the club.

Oh, God, who saw this?  Most of the people who’d witnessed the brawl on the dance floor tonight are regulars.  They know how I feel about Jason.  They’d seen us together.  And they’d seen what Jason had done.

The sound of Jason’s voice floats through the night air down to the beach where I’d rather hide from all those pitying stares.  All those people who saw my roommate Lily’s boyfriend, Gus Jennings, drag me out of the pit of the dance floor as Jason and some loser from Hyannis got into that fight…over Chelsea.

“I need to get laid,” I hear.  I sway in the sand as the alcohol finally hits me and makes my head swim.  It’s numbing.  But I don’t want to be numb.  I’m a fighter.  I’m a survivor.  Fuck Chelsea, whoever the hell she is.  If anyone is crawling into bed with Jason, it’s going to be me!


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Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Teaser Tuesday: Moment of Impact



Summer House Book 2
Moment of Impact

Do you remember that moment when you wanted time to stand still? When you could anticipate the train wreck ahead but had no way to stop it? Or stop the desire you had in your heart to protect the person you loved?

To Lily Carlson, running toward the oncoming train was better than being suffocated by her parents' goals and strict regime. While they wanted her to spend her days taking summer classes and then go to Harvard, all Lily wanted to do was dance and spend a summer on Nantucket Island living in The Bluffs, the name of the summer cottage she was renting with three other girls. She wanted to experience everything she'd missed. No curfews. No hitting the books and missing out on parties and meeting hot guys. She was finally free to be herself. And then she saw the man staring at her as she walked along the water's edge to work. She'd been dancing and it was clear he liked watching her dance. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, she couldn't stop herself from seeking him out only to discover that he was a drug she couldn't resist...and everything her parents feared.

Gus Jennings knew that he was every parent's worst nightmare. He hadn't exactly lived his life on the right side of the law. He had his reasons, not that anyone understood them. There had never been anyone in his life who believed in him enough to care. He needed to spend a month working landscaping on Nantucket Island and keep himself clean or face the harsh consequences. He knew when he saw the beautiful Lily Carlson dancing down the beach on her way to work that he should just turn his head and forget her. But Lily was irresistible, and she'd made it clear that she wanted him. He only hoped that he could get close enough to touch her, to be with her, without his past coming back and destroying her future.


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Excerpt 

Lily

He was watching me again.

It had been two weeks since I’d noticed the man staring out the window of his ground level room as I walked down the beach toward the restaurant.  At first, I thought it was just a coincidence.  It was early and not everyone was up on the island of Nantucket.  Just those of us who needed to be at the restaurant or tourist traps early enough to get there before the rush of people.

He’d opened up the curtain just enough for me to see his face, his eyes, and then let the curtain float back down into place as I passed by.  Every time was the same.  Every day I questioned it.  Of course he wasn’t watching me.  Why would he?

But then I’d catch him the next day.

Penny, my roommate at the summer house called The Bluffs, insists the guy isn’t a pervert.  She would know.  She works alongside him every day.  As far as Penny goes, she can sniff a loser out a mile away.  She sure as shit called it first with Heather’s ex, not that any of us can convince Heather of that.

The early morning is cool, just the way I like it.  I love the feel of the morning breeze in my hair.  It’s only five-thirty, my favorite time of the day when no one is badgering me about anything.  I’m alone with my own thoughts.  And the sun hasn’t had a chance to heat the air and spoil that fresh smell of salt coming in from the ocean.

The seagulls are already flying onto the beach to see if they can capture a small crab or quahog that might be exposed now that the tide was receding.  Soon the sun would begin to bake the sand and everything that inhabited it and it would smell like low tide down at the fishing harbor.

Except for the seagulls, an older couple walking their golden lab down at the far end of the beach, and a runner moving in the same direction I’m headed, I am alone.

And of course, the guy.

He’s usually hidden, staying inside and peeking out the window from behind a raised curtain.  His room is in the lower level. I see the curtain fall back into place as I approach the old three-story house with a wraparound porch.

I don’t know why but to have him suddenly shut me out after giving me even the smallest bit of attention feels odd.  But there is no way anything can ruin my morning.  In four weeks I will be auditioning for a part in the dance program in college.  I lift my arms as if I’m on the dance floor getting ready for a pirouette.  My hair tangles around my face as I twirl and then stumble on the sand, laughing.

That’s when I saw him.  He steps outside the door and stands in the sand beneath the porch, lighting up a cigarette.  Why the hell didn’t Penny ever tell me the guy was so hot?  She gets to work next to this hottie every single day?

He doesn’t bother looking away like he normally does.  I know he sees me.  And I know he watched me dancing.  He always does.  And since he is, I may as well give him a show worth remembering.


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Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Teaser Tuesday: Moment in Time



Summer House Book 1
Moment in Time

This summer isn't about dying.  It's about living.  Jenna Traynor has been given her life back.  After two years of chemo and missing out on college life, she is in remission.  Spending the summer working on Nantucket Island is a good place to start life again.  Hot guys everywhere, fun times at the clubs, long walks on the beach and beautiful sunrises and sunsets over the ocean from her back porch. Living life again was the plan.  And then she met Bobby...

On leave from the military, Bobby Callahan needs one thing: a quiet beach to run and train so his leg will get strong enough for him to return to his post.  For the past three years the only thing that made him get out of bed was the military.  He'd joined the service to get away from sympathetic eyes and worried faces.  He didn't count on meeting a girl like Jenna whose thirst for life made him break out of the walls he'd so carefully constructed around himself.  And once he realized she had his heart, he knew he never wanted to let her go.  And then fate stepped in...

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Excerpt 

“If I leave you, it’ll kill me. If I lose you… It’s not going to matter anymore. I can’t go through that again. So it’s not happening.”

I realize he’s not talking about just leaving me to deal with this illness all by myself like Jared did. He’s talking about my death, something I have tried for two years to pretend wasn’t going to happen. And the pain he feels isn’t just for me. It’s for Donna and Wyatt.

“You know, Bobby, it’s inevitable.”

“I don’t want to hear—”

“We’re going to end,” I say, drowning out his protest. “You’re going back into the military and I'm going to college. And if not college, then…whatever life has in store for me if this lump isn’t anything to worry about. But the ending…we sort of knew that, didn’t we?”

The flash of hurt that crosses his face levels me. Then his jaw tightens and I’m confused by the hard look he gives me.

“Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Don’t pretend that what’s been between us is just some freaking summer fling. It’s not. It may have started that way, but it’s not that. Do you hear me?”

I can feel the emotion I’ve held back rise in my chest and bubble up my throat until it’s choking me and I can’t breathe. When I open my mouth to speak, a small sob escapes and my lips tremble. “I can’t do this to you.”

“I can’t do this without you,” he says. “I want this moment, even if it’s awful, Jenna. No matter how much time we have together, I want it. Even if it kills us both in the end. I’m not running away from you. Not now. Not ever.” He chuckles though I can hear the emotion he’s fighting back. “I just dare you to try to keep me away.”


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Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Teaser Tuesday: Dakota Blues



Dakota Hearts Book 11
Dakota Blues

Hawk McKinnon has been waiting for his lady love, Regis, to marry him ever since she stepped foot in Rudolph, South Dakota. Now that they're expecting a baby, he's determined to finally make her his wife. But Regis has doubts and fears Hawk can't possibly understand given his upbringing in such a big and loving family. As Hawk works to make Regis fall in love with him again, making her believe in the power of love and family, will he succeed in making Regis his bride?

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Excerpt 

The Badlands of South Dakota were unlike anywhere else in the world, especially during the winter. Some people hated the South Dakota winters. But to Hawk McKinnon, it was a time for Sunday dinners with the family and snuggling by a warm fire with the woman who had the whole of his heart, Regis Simpson.

Reggie, as she liked to be referred to, had been increasingly absent for more Sunday dinners in the two years since they’d been together than Hawk could count. Today she was home and he was going to make sure she stayed there long enough for him to finally talk about the one thing she’d been avoiding since she’d moved into his house. The two of them finally getting married!

He’d thought briefly about stopping by the diner across the street, the home away from home that his mother had owned and operated for nearly all of his thirty-seven years. But he decided against it. She was probably ready to leave for the day and would only stay longer to feed him like she used to do before Regis had come into his life. Now he and Regis made dinner together. Well, on the nights she was home.

As he walked in the snow through the clinic parking lot, he thought about getting into his truck and driving it back to the house. Why bother? The air was crisp. It was a good night even if it had already started to snow again.

Last night’s snowfall had piled on to the snow they’d had earlier in the week. The plows were already out throwing salt and sand on the roads to keep them drivable. Good. Hawk didn’t need any accidents or emergency to call him away tonight and keep him from what he’d planned.

The light inside the house was on, he discovered as he rounded the trees and his house came into view. Regis’s car was parked out front, which made him smile. It was infinitely better to come home to Regis than to an empty house.

A cleared spot where his truck had been parked this morning was starting to get covered over with snow. Anticipation made his insides hum and had his gait picking up a notch as he walked. He shoved his hand in his pocket and smiled. It was going to be a great night.


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Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Teaser Tuesday: Dakota Homecoming



Dakota Hearts Book 10
Dakota Homecoming

Julian McKinnon hasn't been home to South Dakota and the family that had always been his anchor, and they want to know why. He may seem like the black sheep of the family, but telling his family he was an undercover FBI agent after all they'd been through didn't seem like a great idea. Now there's another McKinnon wedding planned for the holidays and the family has made it clear Julian isn't going to miss it for any reason. That leaves his informant wide open. The only way to make sure she's safe is to bring her home to meet the family. Aside from Georgie Garcia (Gigi) being too close to the front line of one of Mexico's notorious drug lords, she's incredibly beautiful, making it hard for Julian to separate his job from his growing feelings for her.

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Excerpt 

“You’re going to have to take your informant with you to South Dakota.”

Julian McKinnon listened to the voice over the phone.  Kelly Montgomery, the head of the Chicago office, had only recently contacted him about his missing son.

“You’re serious,” he replied.

“I can’t have her hanging around here.  We’re being watched.  And if we’re not, we will be.  This development is too sensitive to risk having Georgie Garcia slip through our fingers.  You understand what I mean.”

He did.  But it only complicated an already tenuous situation he’d put himself in with his family.  “Sir, the only reason I’m going home is because my brother is getting married.  If I show up with a woman…”

“What?  You’ve never brought a girl home to meet your mother before?”

Julian shifted his jaw to one side and glanced out the window of his motel room.  Motels had been his home for the better part of six months.  He was looking forward to going home.  Looking forward to Aunt Kate’s good cooking and his mother’s pampering.  He needed it.

“Don’t make me laugh.  I’m still stunned.  None of us, bar my sister, Grace, would ever think of bringing someone home until there was a ring involved.  The second we do, my mother has us married off.”

Kelly laughed.  “Your mother sounds like my wife.  To some extent, that’s the reason we’re having this conversation.  Given what happened to her sister, I wouldn’t blame her for wanting to disappear.  But she is the only link I have to finding my son’s whereabouts in Colombia.  I can’t risk that Georgie Garcia will slip through our fingers.”

“But, sir…”

“Make it happen, Julian.  If you’re going home, she’s going with you.  It’s either that or skip your brother’s wedding.  I don’t care what you tell your family.  I don’t care what she tells your family as long as she never mentions Eduardo Sanchez’s name to them.  You know that wouldn’t be safe.”


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