Release Day!

Ghost of a Chance is out now! I’m bouncing around the web this week and next, talking about the book and sharing a couple of exclusive excerpts. Y’all know by now how much I adore this book (and the sequels that will be out later this year) and this world I’ve created. I hope you love it as much as I do.

 

Only love makes life worth living—over and over again.

Ghostwalker Blake Jones dies every day. It’s his job and how he helps trapped souls cross over. But to return to life, he needs an anchor. His new partner, Derek Scott, is a surprise. Not only is he male, but his appearance belies a caring and gentle heart underneath. Despite attraction and a strengthening relationship, they know they shouldn’t take things further.

But there’s a big difference between knowing and doing.

Their growing love presents a problem, though not the one they expect. Blake and Derek have to decide if they should take their relationship to the most permanent level—an unbreakable metaphysical bond. Doing so offers both risk and unimaginable reward. Can Blake let go of his fears and put his complete trust in Derek in order to have the happily ever after he’s always craved?

Buy Links: Dreamspinner / Amazon / BN / Kobo / iBooks

 

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Release Day!

Out now, from JMS Books, Hero Worship!

Paramedic Alex Sullivan has always thought Matthew Carter was attractive. There are reasons why Alex knows he shouldn’t get involved with the younger man. Taking Matt on as a housemate seems like a recipe for disaster. But Matt not only proves to be the perfect roommate, he also makes no effort to hide his attraction to Alex. Matt knows what he wants. Can Alex be the hero Matt already thinks he is?

 

Buy Links: JMS   Amazon

And a bonus, if you check out the short stories page at the top, you’ll find links to the flash fics I wrote featuring these two guys, and their continuing love story.  (Scroll down to the story at the bottom of the page)

Beholden

Years ago, before I was a published author, I had a personal blog with very few readers. I still enjoyed updating it, and I was still writing, though I hadn’t yet gotten anything into shape to submit for publication. But on that blog, I started writing a serial story about magic and love. I wrote a sequel too. But while I was doing that, I did get published, and after a while, I didn’t have much to say on the personal blog and decided to stop updating it.

Fast forward to about two years ago. I’d been published and was focusing on writing new things. I decided to revisit the old world I’d created in that serial story, revamp it and tweak, create new characters, and write a new story. This one would have several sequels, and the overarching plot would not be resolved in one book, but go through all of them, even as new couples fell in love in each one. It was ambitious and I was excited.

Things…happened. I won’t go into them, because there’s no sense in rehashing it, but suffice it to say, I shelved the book I’d written and the idea to go with it. I mean, I thought about it over the years, and even had an idea to revamp parts of it, and write a new first story and and and…

Anyway, it never happened.

But lately, I got to thinking about that story again, about the world and about the metaplot. Since I had already decided I was going to stop letting fear hold me back, I dusted off the story, made a few edits and tweaks, realized it was pretty good, and submitted it for publication.

Beholden was picked up by JMS Books and will be out in April. It’s got love and magic and a problem that needs to be fixed. It’s the first of a trilogy. It’s about Julian and Wes, and how they fall in love while trying to do their jobs.

I adore it. And I can’t wait to bring it to you.

Coming Soon!

Releasing on January 13th from JMS Books!

Hero Worship was originally part of an anthology several years ago, but when the rights returned to me, I knew I’d eventually put it back out in one way or another. JMS gave me the opportunity.

If you haven’t read it yet, you can get it in just one week! I’ll have buy links up soon. I’ve also written several flashes since it’s first release, featuring Matt and Alex, because I just couldn’t let them go. After release, I’ll pop em all in so you can check them out.

Paramedic Alex Sullivan has always thought Matthew Carter was attractive. There are reasons why Alex knows he shouldn’t get involved with the younger man. Taking Matt on as a housemate seems like a recipe for disaster. But Matt not only proves to be the perfect roommate, he also makes no effort to hide his attraction to Alex. Matt knows what he wants. Can Alex be the hero Matt already thinks he is?

What Kind of Year Has It Been

I like to look back and see all that I’ve accomplished over the year. Makes me feel good and as though I’m moving in the right direction. And gives me an idea of where I’m headed next.

So this year has been full of ups and downs, that’s for sure. I’m not even going to touch on the world at large. There’s too much blargh there, and I’m sure you can guess how I feel about most of it. There had been some really moving and amazing things as well. And yes, there’s maybe been more bad than good, but it will all balance out in the end. I have to believe that.

But for me personally, it’s also been crazy. Writing wise, I’ve had a very good year. I wrote three stories, released four, and edited five.

The books I’ve released this year have gotten a lot of really great reviews.

I brainstormed and disregarded and started and stopped, but in the end, I’ve accomplished a good deal. That means next year, I’ve already got four slated for release (one is a re-release) and I’m hoping to add at least one more to that total.

I started Dying for Love, the fourth story in my Requiem Inc series. I’m pretty proud of all I’ve accomplished there, and can’t wait to keep that momentum going.

On the personal front, I was laid off, and spent four months kicking around without a job. It was a blessing, as two of those stories I wrote almost entirely in that time.

I’ve knitted a ton of things.

Listened to more audiobooks than I can count. Read even more than that.

I got a new job, that so far I don’t hate, and even though I’d rather not have an EDJ to take up my time, it doesn’t suck.

So really, for me personally, I’m counting 2017 as a win.

So what can you look forward to from me in the coming year?

Ghost of a Chance releases on January 16th.

Hero Worship will be out in January too.

Lost Souls Found will hit shelves in the spring.

And Somebody to Die for will be out in the fall.

I’m writing book four in the Requiem Inc. Series, and about to send off the first bit to the publisher to see if they want it.

And I’m kicking around a few other ideas, trying to figure out which ones stick and want to make it to your ereaders and shelves.

2017 might have been a mess, but it wasn’t a complete mess, and I’m fervently hoping 2018 will be better.

Wishing you all the hope and happiness we all deserve.

Flash Fic Friday

**Okay, yes, I know it’s actually Saturday but sometimes life…and my own brain…gets in the way. So, let’s visit with Deacon and Rory from A Timely Gift, out now. (buy links in the books tab at the top) This takes place immediately following the end of the book. From Deacon’s POV. Enjoy!**

The warmth from the fire, and the spiked hot chocolate, had lulled me into a pleasant lassitude. I’d intended to go home once I dropped Rory off, but after our kisses and conversation, I hadn’t wanted to leave. Rory was curled up against me. He had his ereader in his lap, and when I’d asked earlier what he was reading, he’d told me it was a Christmas romance. I was flicking through channels, never settling too long on one thing. I kept the volume low so as not to disturb him. It was nice, just being together, with nothing but the tree, fire, and TV for illumination.

Rory heaved a sigh, then pushed himself up. I quirked an eyebrow at him, and he grinned.

“I’m just gonna settle Apollo for the evening. It’s late, and he needs to go to bed.”

I nodded and watched as he walked over to the perch in the corner of the room. Apollo immediately stepped up onto Rory’s hand, then made kissy noises. Rory chuckled, and I saw him kiss Apollo’s beak as he turned and headed out of the room.

He wasn’t gone long, but in the time he was out of the room, I started to overthink things. Was I supposed to leave now? Stay another night? I would love to stay, but I wasn’t sure if I should ask. I definitely didn’t want to assume. We were going out to dinner tomorrow night, and maybe Rory expected us to be apart till then.

 

“Are you staying?”

I startled at the sound of Rory’s low voice, and jerked my gaze to his. He bit his lip, then let it go to take a deep breath. From where I was, in the low light, I couldn’t really make out his expression.

“That’s up to you,” I answered cautiously.

Rory took a step toward me, then froze. His hand moved, and it took me a second to realize he was playing with the hem of his sweater.

“I think it’s up to you,” he whispered.

My mind raced, trying to figure out what he wanted from me. But then I realized that was stupid. If I wanted to know what he wanted, then I just needed to ask.

“Come here, baby.”

Rory grinned and jogged across the room, and when I opened my arms, he sank down against me and snuggled in close. I took a deep breath, and smiled at the scent of him. Body wash and chocolate and just a hint of wood smoke. He smelled amazing.

“I’d love to stay, if that’s what you want. But if it’s too much, too soon, just tell me. We’re meeting for dinner tomorrow, right?”

He nodded, and huffed out a breath before burrowing closer. After a minute, he tilted his head back to stare up at me.

“You said I was your Christmas present right?”

“Yes. I meant it too.”

Rory’s grin turned wicked, and he licked his lips. “Well. It’s still Christmas for another–” he pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time. “–two hours. And you have yet to unwrap me.”

My blood rushed south, and my breathing picked up. Good God. Was there anything sexier than Rory, turned on and wanting me? I didn’t think so.

“You’re right. Merry Christmas, Rory.” I bent and kissed him, hard and consuming, until he was panting for breath. Then I gave him a nudge so he’d get up. “Get in the bedroom. I want to unwrap my present.”

He laughed and ran, stripping off his sweater as he went. I followed.

This really was the best Christmas ever.

Flash Fic Friday

**Hearts and Hazelnuts is available now! (You can find all the buy links at the bottom of this post) Let’s visit with Beckett and Jordan as they get ready for their first Christmas together. This takes place after the last chapter of the book, but before the epilogue. Enjoy!**

The living room smelled like fresh cut pine and peppermint tea. Beckett couldn’t help the small smile that played on his lips as he set down yet another box. He’d been searching through the attic for the past several hours, locating his mother’s Christmas decorations. The tree was ready, he had a playlist of carols queued up, and now all he needed was his boyfriend.

Beck’s smile grew a little at the thought. He and Jordan hadn’t seen each other for three weeks, when Jordan drove back down to Medford the Sunday after Thanksgiving. They’d texted frequently and Facetimed every night. But it wasn’t enough. Beck knew they had many, many more months of this. Years, maybe. No, that thought was too depressing. This was their situation for now, and since he was finally confident in Jordan’s feelings, Beck could handle it.  He would handle it. He didn’t have a choice.

But tonight, after so many days, Beck would finally get his hands on Jordan again. Be able to hold him and kiss him, and really see Jordan’s eyes when they talked. They’d be able to have their conversation while snuggling on the couch. Beck had been looking forward to that since Jordan left. And now he only had to wait…

Beck’s smile turned into a frown when he glanced at the clock. It was later than he thought. Jordan should have been there nearly an hour ago. Refusing to panic or worry, Beck crossed the room and woke up his phone. No missed calls or texts. No messages of any kind. Beck reminded himself again not to worry, but a niggle crept in anyway. The weather was clear, and the traffic report free of construction or accidents. There should be nothing holding up Jordan’s progress. And if he got stuck at work, he should have let Beck know.

Right?

Okay, so Beck was definitely starting to worry. Things between them were new, and it had only been a few weeks since they’d defined their relationship and talked about he long haul. Had Jordan changed his mind about coming up for the weekend? Beck should have offered to go down to him. Things were slow enough now at the farm that he could have left Cory in charge and made the trip. But Jordan had seemed excited about coming back. Beck knew how much he loved the farm. Plus he could visit with his brother as well. Jordan had been the one to suggest he come up in the first place.

The sound of a diesel engine broke through Beck’s thoughts, and he didn’t realize how panicked he’d gotten until it all released. Dropping his phone on the couch, he hurried to the door, and threw it open just as Jordan jumped down from his truck. Jordan looked up, and his face broke into a wide smile. Beck had a moment to wish he still had his shoes on, so he could run out to greet Jordan, but even as the thought entered his brain, Jordan jogged across the expanse and engulfed Beck in a tight hug.

Beck tucked his head down against Jordan’s throat and inhaled the scent uniquely Jordan. A hint of citrus and engine grease overlaid the scent of warm male skin.

Jordan pulled away after a long moment, and practically shoved Beck through the door.

“Get inside. It’s freezing out here.”

Beck chuckled as Jordan took off his coat and boots. The moment he was done, Beck threw himself back into Jordan’s arms and kissed him hard, putting all the waiting and longing and worry and love he had into it. Jordan gasped, and Beck took advantage to press his tongue inside.

Eventually they separated, because breathing was necessary, and Jordan grinned up at Beck. “I’m sorry I’m late. I left a little bit later than I planned, and I thought I could make up time, but then it was one thing after another. By the time I realized I was going to be significantly late, I was on the road and I don’t have the hands free thing in my truck.”

Beck was getting the man a Bluetooth earpiece for Christmas. “I wasn’t worried.”

Jordan snorted out a laugh. “Liar.” He stretched up and kissed Beck again. “It smells great in here.”

“The tree. And the tea. You hungry, babe?”

Jordan shook his head. “I grabbed some food on my way out of town. Ate while I drove.”

Beck sighed and refrained from pointing out how dangerous that could be. One moment’s inattention and…nope. He wasn’t going to go there. Instead, he took Jordan’s hand and led him toward the living room. All the boxes were laid out, and Beck was itching to get started. It could wait until tomorrow, but there was something about decorating his home with the man he loved, that really spoke to him.

“Did you test the lights?”

Beck blinked. “What?”

“The lights.” Jordan walked around the couch and grabbed a string of lights, holding them up. “Did you test them to make sure they still work?”

“Not yet, I…” Beck trailed off as he watched Jordan proceed to do just that. His heart swelled. He loved watching Jordan confident and in charge. Beck moved to help, pleased to see that all the strings still worked.

Two hours later, the tree was decorated, the fire was blazing, and they sat together on the couch with nothing but the Christmas lights and the fire for illumination. Jordan was down to his T-shirt, and Beck caught the edge of tattoo out of the corner of his eye. He stretched out, and Jordan easily moved with him, lying down so Beck could lie on top of him. But when he lowered his head to start licking that tattoo, Jordan caught his face in his hands.

“Love you,” Jordan mumured, the words barely audible.

Beck sighed happily, the last bit of tension leaving him. “I love you too.”

Jordan pulled him up so that he settled right on Jordan’s chest. Together, they stared at the tree, with the soft music playing around them. This, right here, was what Beck wanted for the rest of his life.