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Update on Casanova Cowboys

Hello everyone!

Just a reminder, if you haven’t popped over to my Leah Blake website, be sure to visit (www.leahblake.com).  I’ve been working on my Alternative Romance series for the moment, and there’s always something new and exciting happening.  I’ve updated the Boys of Sinn Island page on this site, so keep up to date with all the upcoming releases.  🙂

I still have two Casanova Cowboys books to write.  Landon and Colton will have their stories told.  I apologize for the delay.  I have not forgotten about my Ryders and they will make a reappearance soon.  I’m aiming for 2015, but I have to see what Leah Blake has in store for everyone 😉

If you are on Facebook, friend me if you haven’t already.  I’m on there everyday and I love to chat with my readers.

On another note, the fifth book in the Boys of Sinn Island series is coming out this Saturday, October 11th.  Here’s a small preview of what’s in store for everyone.


Jeremy Cortez and Dylan Hughes have been best friends for six years. Add in one week of intense intimacy when Jeremy finally gave into his desires for men, and there is nothing they haven’t done together.

All of that’s about to change when Jeremy hooks his hopes on creating a future with his current lover, who is also a regular guest on Sinn. As much as Jeremy wants something permanent, he can’t get over the guilt of leaving Dylan, or wash away the attraction he feels toward his best friend.

Dylan fell in love with Jeremy years ago, but has always kept his fierce emotions under wraps. When he catches Jeremy’s lover in the hands of two women at Breakers, his first and only instinct is to protect Jeremy’s heart, whatever cost to his own.

The cost is crushing, as Dylan and Jeremy find themselves fighting to save their friendship, and the unspoken love they hold for each other.


Jeremy started to step into the apartment, but Dylan shoved him back onto the stoop, following him out and pulling the door closed behind him.

“Are you fucking mad?” Dylan raked a hand through his tousled hair and hitched a thumb over his shoulder. “You’re gonna wake my sister and her kids. You do that, and there’ll be hell to pay.”

“I’ve already paid those dues. I paid this weekend. The whole fucking weekend having to live with what I did, or what I didn’t do.” He rushed his words, desperate for Dylan to hear everything he had to say before he lost the chance to explain himself. Jeremy shifted, suddenly uncomfortable under Dylan’s closed glower. The man stood before him in a pair of gym shorts and T-shirt, looking appealing and sexy to a degree that simply shouldn’t be legal. “I got home and you weren’t there.”

Dylan lifted a brow and crossed his arms over his chest. “And you thought it was a good idea to track me down in the middle of the night?”

“Yes!” Jeremy reached for his shoulders. Ice crackled along his spine when Dylan leaned away from him. “Dylan, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I was a dick. I know it—“

“Hey, wait.” Dylan lifted a hand. “We’re not going to talk about this now. It’s almost two in the morning.”

Jeremy grabbed his wrist when he reached back for the doorknob. “No. We are going to talk now because I don’t want to go back to our apartment without you.” Jeremy wedged himself between Dylan and the door, forcing his friend to look him in the eye. The nearness to Dylan lit him on fire, a fire he no longer cared to fight. “I want you. I want you to come back home with me. I don’t want to be without you. I’m a fool for not seeing it sooner, but I’m seeing it now.”

Dylan licked his lips and looked away, his forehead creased. His mouth set in a firm line. His jaw ticked as he ground his teeth.

Good signs. All good signs.

Jeremy cupped the side of his face. Dylan twisted his head, pulling out of the tender touch.

“Please. Let’s go get a hotel room somewhere nearby so we don’t disturb your sister, and I’ll help you get everything out of here tomorrow morning.”

Dylan shook his head. “No.”

The hopeful grin that had been plastered to Jeremy’s face waned. Dylan looked at him, torment and stubbornness stirring in his eyes.


“No?” Jeremy repeated.

“You heard me, Jeremy.” Dylan sighed. “I’ve tried to be everything you could want, but even someone like me comes to a breaking point. That breaking point was when I saw how easily manipulated you were by that asshole. Six years of friendship. Six years of secrets. Six years, Jeremy, for a man you’ve known barely two months.” He gave Jeremy’s hand on Dylan’s wrists a pointed look. “When you won’t listen to reason, I’ve got to wonder about logic. I won’t leave myself vulnerable to be hurt like that again. Not by you.”

Jeremy’s soul wept, but he refused to walk away. “Dylan, don’t do this.”

“I didn’t do it.” The look Dylan pinned him with was as lethal as a spear in skilled hands. “You did.”

Dylan grabbed the doorknob and opened the door. Jeremy reached back and pulled it shut, fighting against Dylan’s resistance.

“No. We’re not ending six years like this.” The door slammed, rattling in the frame. He forced Dylan away from the building, down the handful of stairs to the landing. “I won’t let us end like this. Whatever it takes, I’ll earn your forgiveness.”

Jeremy dropped to his knees, hitting the concrete with a force he’d regret come the morning. He wrapped his arms around Dylan’s waist, fisting his fingers in the man’s T-shirt. Despite the moisture hanging in the air, he could smell a hint of Dylan’s arousal and tried desperately not to notice the bulge in the shorts.

A very difficult feat by the size of the bulge and the nearness to his face.

“I know you want me. I know it, Dylan. I want you, too. Only you. No one else anymore. I’m done. I’ve had my fun. I’m over it, and I want to be where I belong.” Jeremy pressed his cheek to Dylan’s lower stomach. A thrumming energy filtered through his nerves at the intimate contact. “Right here.”

“Jer, let go.”

“I can’t. I won’t.”

Dylan’s hands tangled with his as he tried to pry his fingers away from the T-shirt. “Jeremy. Seriously.”


Somehow, Dylan broke free of him, sidestepped his attempt to grab him again, and stormed up to the apartment. He disappeared inside the dark hallway. By the time Jeremy stumbled to his feet, his eyes stinging with tears, and reached the door, it was locked. He twisted at the knob and banged on the door.

“Dylan, please don’t.”


Here’s My Rant…You’ve Been Warned (Standing up to Pirates)

First off, I want to wholeheartedly thank each and every reader who supports me by purchasing my book legally. For you, I am grateful. I am thankful. You continue to allow me to do what I love to do.


8a53abf80517f28e684208d6b3373aaeWithout loyal readers who understand that we are trying to make a living as writers and don’t try to steal our work, you all rock! Writers are not filthy rich. In fact, most of us work a real job, if not two, and write when we can. We have bills we have to pay and expenses we have to cover. The percentage of writers who make it is so small. To see this, next time you’re browsing the bookstore, take note of all the published authors and how many of the authors you don’t know. Just because we are published does not give us instant economical super-boost. We write because we love to write. It’s hard work, yes. There are days I stare at my computer wanting to tear hair out because I just don’t know what to do with my characters. They aren’t talking to me, the story isn’t making sense, oh, and don’t forget those freak times when 1) my children flip the switch and the computer shuts down without my work saved or 2) the files get lost when you’re two chapters away from finishing an 80k+ novel. Yes, writing is hard. Hard. We put time, effort, and dedication into our work.

And of course, the love of writing.

So, when I’m learning that there is an audacious group…wait, let me correct myself here…audacious GROUPS (note the plural because there are many) that are taking work from me and hundreds of other authors (some big time names what I will not mention here), blatantly flaunting their file-sharing parties and pirating business with no shame and no morale, I get pissed. Actually, I don’t think there is a word for how infuriated I get. Here is my baby, hours and hours and hours of my work, my HARD WORK, in the hands of petty thieves who have the balls to call us, the authors whose work they are stealing, TROLLS. No, sweethearts, you’ve got it backwards. You’re the trolls.

I’m a nice person. I’ll give the shirt off my back to a stranger, buy a homeless man lunch, and help whenever it is possible. Heck, I’m a nurse and I have a natural affinity for trying to help people and honestly believing in the best when it comes to humanity. I truly do. All I ask for in return is respect. R-E-S-P-E-C-T…you know the song. Apparently respect is a dying idea, especially when I have a post sent to me where groups are warning their groupies that the “trolls” are following their emails and posts.

Uh, yeah. The AUTHORS are following your moves, and there are MANY authors following your moves. If you stole my car out of my driveway, babe, you better be watching the rearview because I’m coming up on your ass to take back what’s mine and deliver punishment, especially if you think STEALING my CAR is OKAY.

Same principal with the books. Let’s get that straight.

Here is my rant, although I’ve been on and off ranting, I know. I wrote it a couple of days ago when a huge issue came to light-one in which I found my books being pirated on a site that had the shameless nerve to offer downloaders the opportunity to donate to the author. This is the post I had on Facebook, but I’ve not included the picture here as I had on my page, hence the two questions in parenthesis.

Again, I thank each and every supporter of myself and all of my writer friends, from the bottom of my heart. You are all spectacular, and Ia745ba03f109d8f7c1d14dca43d116ad couldn’t do this without you. Please, help support your authors by standing up to piracy. Share the links on FB. Share the pictures. Help us in our fight to stop this from happening.



RANT: I’m laying it out flat. If you don’t like it, then don’t like me. This has come to light in one of my author groups and, needless to say, I am FURIOUS. Pirating books from published authors (just in case you don’t know what that is, I’ll spell it out for you. When you STEAL–yes, because you are stealing–a book from an author who worked their ass off to get it published, put it up on a torrent site or ANY unauthorized site, and allow the world to download it for FREE. Oh, and those of you who download things for free off unauthorized sites? Yes, you are STEALING as well) is a FEDERAL OFFENSE. Read the fine print in the beginning of any ebook. It’s there for you to see, so don’t be ignorant and don’t play ignorance. In the real world, you can still get sued for “negligence.” It takes time away from our work, our lives, to fight these criminals. (Why do I post this particular picture? Do you see the pretty green button that says “Donate to Author” there?) This pirate is not only STEALING our work and allowing hundreds, if not thousands, of downloads to be made for free, he/she is COLLECTING MONEY THAT THE AUTHOR WILL NEVER SEE!!! This scumbag, because no decent person would do this, is trying to make a buck off of our hard work. Talk about adding insult to injury, and a nice, deep stab in the chest on top of it. And, if you really think the authors being donated to are actually SEEING the money, I’m sorry, but you really need to wake up. I have 2 books up on this site, but I have friends who have many more than that. DO NOT support pirates. Support your AUTHORS. Most of us are willing to GIVE AWAY ebooks to readers, just DON’T STEAL OUR WORK. Would you go to the store and blatantly walk out without paying for your merchandise? And if you get caught, do you think the officers will let you go because “you didn’t know” or “you can’t afford it right now” or “it wasn’t me” when you are hold the damn item in your hand? You have some serious issues in your head if you think you’d get off the hook. So what makes you think you can get away with it with books, hmm? You won’t be happy when you’re smacked with a lawsuit for copyright infringement. Or maybe you think you’ll turn around and sue the authors who are trying to tear down your illegal underground rings (that are not secret groups or private groups when the world can see you file-sharing, you twits). REALITY CHECK. Do you know that if you did that, your illegal activities would come to light and your shallow lawsuit would die before it even got off the ground? I’m sure not because, after all, you’re too self-centered, too shameless, too brazen to think anything would happen to you, you fucking moron. Have your pleasures now. All good things ALWAYS come to an end.

Yours to Crave, BSI 2 Coming Tomorrow

Hi everyone!

I’m so excited about the release of my second book in my new Boys of Sinn Island series, Yours to Crave.  In anticipation of its release tomorrow, I’m going to share a brand new excerpt.  It is available for pre-order, so you can head over to www.bookstrand.com/yours-to-crave and pick up your copy today 🙂




Alex Stark’s been dumped by his boyfriend of a year and a half. What’s worse? The woman his ex bedded up with broke the news. When he arrives on Sinn Island for his four-day work weekend, the last thing he’s thinking about is finding a replacement. That is, until he wakes up in an employee room belonging to his island eye candy after drinking too much at Breakers with only a fleeting memory of having kissed the man.

Zachary Atkins has been employed on Sinn for months, and he’s always had a keen eye for Alex. Little did he know his crush is also his boss. Zach can’t ignore his pent-up feelings for Alex, especially when Alex returns the affection.

Alex can’t believe how quickly he’s falling for Zach, but reality sets in when they part ways. Zach won’t abandon his family in Georgia, and Alex must continue to run his family’s business in California. Can their hunger for each other overcome the distance between them?



“Don’t think anyone in their sober mind would want a repeat of a bad night,” Zach said, pressing up on his toes to stock a couple bottles on the top shelf. Alex moistened his lips, his body flushing and fingers tingling. Dear God, I want to touch all of that man. “I didn’t catch you come in tonight.”

Alex smiled, pleased by the insinuation. “Were you looking for me, Zach?”

The man tossed him a casual glance over his broad shoulder. “I know you spend most of the time on Crave.” His hand stilled as if he realized he might’ve shared too much information. “What happens when you work a floor for a long time. You get to know your regulars.”

Alex allowed his revelation to stir in the silence that followed, his attention easing down to the hollow of Zach’s lower back. His pants hugged a nice, firm ass and powerful thighs. Alex appreciated the leather that encased his hard body. He and his brothers took their time picking out the uniforms for each floor and each group of employees. Right now, he had no regrets with their choice for Crave.

“So how long have you been watching me?” Alex finally asked, breaking the methodical clinks and bumps of bottles going on shelves. He rubbed his swollen dick, unable to stand the restraint of his pants or the painful engorgement for much longer.

“Longer than you’ve watched me.”

Smooth response, boy. I like it.

“Where were you set up tonight?” Zach proceeded, turning to face Alex. He pointed to Alex and moved his finger up and down. “Anyone would’ve noticed the man wearin’ a shirt where shirts aren’t allowed.”

“I have means.”

“Ah, means. I see.” His smile faded slightly. He pulled the rack off the counter and kicked it toward the storage room door. “I shouldn’t pry. Apologies.”

Alex pointed toward the back alcove where he spent his night watching this lovely man. “There. Came in dressed as a bodyguard and changed in the alcove.”

“You’re management.” Zach leaned on his elbows, clasping his hands together close to Alex’s wine glass. “Fraternizin’, I thought, wasn’t allowed.”

“Do you want me to leave?” Alex asked, willing to wage a challenge. He mirrored Zach’s hover, his knuckles a hair away from the man’s. “I can go, if that’ll please you.”

“I didn’t say to leave, but I’m tryin’ to figure this out.”


For all of my Leah Blake books, please visit www.bookstrand.com/leah-blake 



I’m trying to build up my Author Page on Facebook for a few reasons.  1-I’m very active on FB, 2-I truly enjoy interacting with readers and can do that more easily on FB, 3-All of my news is up-to-date on FB, as I post daily, and 4-Why not?  I’m not giving up this site, but I would love to get to know those who drop by who I  haven’t “met” yet 😀

The Rules:

1: Click on the link below and “Like” my page.


2: Post a comment on my Author page (Hi! is perfect 🙂 )

3: If you refer a friend, make sure they tag you in a comment.  I will enter you twice ;D

4: This contest will close midnight EST, July 11, 2014.

The Prize: An autographed copy of Tempted by Her Trinity.  If I reach 150 likes, I will be giving away an autographed copy to 2 lucky winners!  Every additional 50 likes, another copy and another winner 🙂

Super simple!  My goal is to reach at least 100 likes.  Everyone who has liked my page will have a chance to win.  Many of my future contests will be hosted on my Author Page-not through my website or on my personal FB page-so you will have those opportunities to win prizes as well.  With 6 scheduled releases between July and November at his time (hopefully many more before the end of the year), there will be many contests, and not only for books.  I’m looking into some fun swag and bundles as well.

Don’t be shy!  Come play!  The more who participate, the more prizes there will be.  Tell your friends about the contest, share the link, and don’t forget to tell anyone you refer to tag you in their comment!  I look forward to announcing winners!  Good Luck!





[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, vampires, bondage, spanking, flogging, sex toys, HEA]

After two hundred years, Zandra Arella’s Awakening brings a frightening twist. Three of the four Elders have been destroyed, her sire the final target. Zandra has little time to learn the ways of this new world. Each hour she delays in tracking down the lethal Trinity is an hour her enemy has gained.

Lucien, Damion, and Tor Corrington are no strangers to their father’s greedy demands and cunning ideas. They disregard his claim that the Assassin is hunting them down until they cross paths with Zandra. Her acute knowledge of a strange vampire-specific virus, the sudden depletion of succubi, and a cryptic concern for the Elders and their Assassin leaves the brothers, especially Lucien, certain the woman hides more than she shares.

Passions erupt between Zandra and the Corrington brothers, but with pleasure comes haunting secrets and dark betrayals. She has one chance to save Sire, the vampire breed, and her Trinity, and to convince the brothers to trust her and hope that following her heart doesn’t kill her…again.




Boys of Sinn Island 5 & 6

Hi everyone!

Hope your summer is starting off…hot.  I know mine is.  Florida in the summer is pretty brutal.  We spend most of the time inside, unless there is pool/ocean access within a few yards.  Disney?  Out of the question.  No way will you find me walking around ultra crowded parks in 100+ weather. No thank you 🙂

So, my latest news?  I’m officially an RN!  Over two years of working for this and it’s finally here 😀  I can’t express how much of a relief it is to see that license.  It’s real!  Now, to find a job…

The second bit of news?  Books 5 and 6 of the Boys of Sinn Island series have been accepted by Siren and have projected release dates for October and November of this year.  Book 5, Mine to Keep, is a story based on two best friends who hold deeper feelings for each other that are revealed only when their friendship is tested.  Book 6, Yours to Claim, is an intense story about a man coming out and the crush who helps him learn about his suppressed desires.  Yes, hot hot hot!  I’ll be posting covers and blurbs soon, so keep checking back.

Also, I’m in the midst of setting up a website dedicated specifically to Leah Blake and the work I produce under that name.  Once the site is up and running, I’ll post the link.  Be sure to check it out 😀

As of today, I’ll be starting the first book in the spinoff series for Sinn Island.  I can’t wait to check out these characters and how they make things work between them.



Cover Love Time

Hello my friends!

I’m so excited to share the cover for Mine at Midnight with you!  This entire Boys of Sinn Island series has taken me by storm.  I love these characters.  I love the setting–who wouldn’t want to escape to an island of decadent pleasures…and darkest passions?  I can’t wait to share some little snippets 😉

ecm-lb-bosi-mineatmidnight-fullIf you missed one of my earlier posts or Facebook announcements, this series will be published under my new pseudonym, Leah Blake.  Oh, don’t worry.  The spin-off will be under Rhea 🙂  And there’s a lot to write about when you have a never-ending supply of rich and extravagant customers begging to take up a cottage or villa on this private island.

So, have I piqued your interest?  Want to know a little more about Mine at Midnight?  Well, here’s the blurb:


Marcus Stark still lives with the pain of abandonment five years after his lover disappeared from his life without an explanation, never forgetting the only man he ever loved. When he learns Trevor has booked a pricey reservation on Sinn Island, he intends to claim his runaway lover as his submissive in hopes of learning why he left.

Trevor Dawson’s need to set things straight with Marcus leaves him with a drained savings account and a weekend pass to a new, exclusive Caribbean island, and his ex-lover’s newest haunt. On a whim, he contracts himself to be a submissive only to learn identities are a secret as the real owners of Sinn.

Marcus can’t lose Trevor again, and he’s willing to break the rules of Sinn to capture Trevor’s heart. When Trevor reveals the reason he left Marcus, they must make a daunting decision. Can they overcome the dark stain of their past? Or will they suffer heartache as the weekend comes to an end?


Keep checking back for more information about my boys of Sinn 🙂



Brand New News

Happy May.  Here’s wishing everyone a fun and safe Memorial Day!

Can you believe we’re almost halfway through this year?  I absolutely can’t!  Before I know it, Christmas will be here again.  My heels are dug deep into the ground, trying to halt time best I can.  Maybe that’s why I don’t sleep.  I try to squeeze out every last drop of the day.

I know I posted this last time, but if you are on Facebook and have not friended me, please go ahead and send me a request.  I’ve been busy, but I am always on my page at least once a day.  Oh, and I’ve created an Author Page (www.facebook.com/rhearegaleauthor).  Be sure to “Like” the page, as I plan on having many fun and exciting events hosted there.

Looking for some new news?  I think I might have it for you.  I’ve been working on a project the past couple months.  I submitted a brand new series to my publisher, and I can officially say it has been accepted!

So, how many of you would like to take a trip to the Caribbean, where there’s this exclusive little island?  It’s costly, but what you get is well worth the cash.  Identities are strictly confidential, so you can do whatever your deepest, darkest, sexiest heart desires without fear of exposure to the world.292c63eb8750d5ad15228cc591d413f3

Welcome to pleasure in any form you can imagine.

Welcome to Sinn Island.

Ah, yes.  A lovely Caribbean retreat for your imagination, starting with Mine at Midnight coming to you in July.  Yours to Crave, Break Me Now, and Tempt Me Not will follow between August and September.  I will give you fair warning.  The Boys of Sinn Island series is M/M and will be published under a brand new pseudonym, Leah Blake.  However, I am going to be starting the spin-off which will be menage (M/F/M) under Rhea.  After all, an entire island of some strangers and some regulars, there is a mix to be had.

I can’t wait to start sharing little tidbits about these boys.  They’re something else.  Sexy, sinful, melt-right-off-the-bone delightful.  Some are rich.  Some are not.  Some have tattoos.  Some have dark pasts.  Some are battling for love while others are blind to it.

There is something to be said about the relaxing island air here on Sinn.  It brings peace to one’s soul.  Recuperation.  Anyone who’s visited will tell you, you will need every ounce of energy for your four days, three nights, on this island.  When the sun goes down, the party starts, and you don’t want to miss the fun that happens at Sinn’s premiere night club.

Oh, I’m sorry.  The owners just informed me that I can’t release the details of the club just yet.  After all, it’s not public knowledge.  What happens here on Sinn, well, you all know the saying.

Be on the look out for more news about Sinn and the boys that rule the white sands and crystalline waters.

And don’t forget to Like my Author Page for current news about upcoming releases 🙂



Brianna’s Sinful Cowboys, Casanova Cowboys 4

Happy April everyone!

These past few months have been hectic, to say the least.  I apologize for being absent here, but my absence has been for good reason.  If you are not friends with me on Facebook, click on my Facebook link and friend me 🙂  I’m active on my page with daily updates of upcoming events and works.

But while you’re here, I’ll give you a brief update.  Most may know I’ve been heavily involved in school.  Graduation is approaching…next week!  This is the light at the end of the tunnel I’ve been striving for for over two years.  The only thing left to do after I graduate is pass my boards and I will be officially licensed as a RN.  It’s been a long, stressful journey, one that I had to constantly push my need to write aside for.  I want to thank every one of my readers for your continued support during these months.

In addition, the fourth book in the Casanova Cowboys series is finally out.  My sexy sheriff of Ryder has his story of heartache and rediscovery with the help of his best friend and a woman who will lead him to find love again. Rylan’s story is one filled with emotion, both raw and reserved, so be prepared for a wild ride 🙂

Landon and Colton will have their stories told this year, if all goes as planned.  Right now, I started a new series, a M/M series that will be finished within the next few weeks.  If this 5-book series is accepted, I plan to have it under a new name.  I’ll keep everyone posted.  I’ve plotted out a spin-off of this series that will remain under Rhea, a MFM series for those who love a good, hearty menage.  I am also going to start writing a new trilogy that has been nagging me for weeks.  Needless to say, there are many projects on my plate.  Graduation couldn’t come at a better time 😀

I will leave you with an excerpt from my latest best selling novel, Brianna’s Sinful Cowboys.  Don’t miss this deep, touching story!



Brianna’s Sinful Cowboys


“He’s a good man, Bree,” Jackson said, his breath caressing the side of her face. An airy kiss touched her cheek. “I’ve known him for as long as I can remember. I know him very well.”

“I don’t doubt that, Jax.”

“I know you’ve done somethin’ to him.”

Brianna’s serenity faded. She straightened off the comfort of Jackson’s shoulder and looked up at him. Jackson shook his head, his thumb strumming her lower lip.

“Yeah, you have, honey. He’s like a short-circuitin’ flip switch. The man doesn’t know which way to turn.”

The stitch between her brows deepened, her lips falling apart. She didn’t want to hear this. She fought to convince herself Rylan hated her to save her sanity. She loved Jackson, loved him with all her heart.

Until the big, bad sheriff came into her life.

“Why are you tellin’ me this?” Brianna asked. “We’re here to make that deal and we’re leavin’.” She stopped swaying, her hands dropping from his shoulders to his chest. “Aren’t we?”

Everything about his expression should have led her to believe he was genuine when he answered. “Yes, baby. Deal and gone.”

But she had come to learn Jackson’s expressions, and something lingered now that made her doubt his intentions. Would his loyalties to his friend, his old hometown that he never “fit into” become a conflict of interest?

“Jax, you know what this deal means to me. You know I need this promotion,” Brianna said.

“Bree, I know everythin’, but you don’t need a promotion to cut ties with your mother.” He touched her temple, followed by her chest. “Here and here, my love. That’s what counts. Be happy in your heart. Be sound in your mind. Don’t prove anythin’ to anyone, only to yourself and you’ll be free.”

He cupped the back of her head and laid her cheek to his shoulder once more. “As for Ry, let me just say that I think he’s got an eye for you like no other.”

“You’re up to somethin’.”

“Not up to anythin’. Pointin’ out a fact is all.”

She pressed her lips together for a long moment. “Really, Jax?” A short laugh escaped her. “I think I know you better than that. You’re simmerin’, and probably with those thoughts about threesomes we’ve joked about.”

His smile held a pronounced mischievousness. His eyes darkened, shadows casting through his expression. She knew that look, knew it meant he had something edgy and inappropriate, maybe even a little dangerous, coming together in his intriguing brain.

Her thoughts were disturbed when someone reached for Jackson. Rylan leaned into his friend, his head turned away from Brianna, and spoke close to Jackson’s ear. Jackson responded, his words muffled by the music. Rylan straightened up, shaking his head even as Jackson tugged him up to Brianna.

“I’ll be right back. Ry’ll teach you a thing or two about dancin’,” Jackson said. He pecked her cheek and sidled through the crowd, disappearing in a mass of cowboy hats, tank tops, and T-shirts.

Brianna shot Rylan a confused look, a rush of weakness pouring down her legs. He shrugged, holding out his hand.

“What do you want to know about country dancin’?” he asked. She glanced at his hand and recalled the strength in those fingers, the heat that permeated her flesh from his palm. Guiding her gaze along his bared forearms, the thick muscle and defined veins, to the bunched thermal sweatshirt at his elbow, she lost the ability to swallow. “Or do you?”

Her full attention flew up to his face, catching at his lips for a brief moment. He was watching her, those shadowed eyes peeling apart each molecule of her being in the most invasive and—god help me—erotic way.

“What are you willin’ to teach me, Sheriff?” Brianna asked, easing her hand in his. Her voice dipped, a sexual husk filtering into the last few words. Rylan’s lips curled ever-so-slowly, a seductive motion that demanded her full, unfettered focus. The shadow of a dimple formed in his left cheek, his fingers folding around hers. He angled his head slightly, his eyes narrowing enough to leave her heart racing in her chest.

“Some valuable lessons that come with bein’ part of Ryder.”

“Ryder the town? Or Ryder the family?”

Rylan led her in a slow circle under his arm. As she came back to face him, his smile had grown. She didn’t miss the sharp edge that accompanied it when his other arm slinked around her waist and brought her close.

“Both, Miss Cabot.”

Christmas Contest for $15.00 Strandbucks

With Christmas quickly approaching, I figured I’d love to give one winner an early Christmas present.  The contest is simple.  All you have to do is share one special holiday tradition in the comments and you’ll be entered to win $15.00 Strandbucks to buy yourself a few books on your wish list at Siren-Bookstrand!

Contest will run through Christmas Eve (9:59 pm EST so I can choose a winner before midnight), and the winner will have a present from Santa for Christmas Day.

I’ll start.  No, I’m not eligible for the prize 😉

One special holiday tradition we share in my family is watching Polar Express while enjoying hot chocolate.  My husband and I first saw the movie in the theaters, despite the not-so-good reviews we read in the papers and online.  We LOVED it!  It was a different kind of movie, not filled with talk and action, but lent a wonderful experience and excitement in a subtle way.  I don’t think there is anything I didn’t like about the movie.  Sure, the characters didn’t have names.  Sure, it wasn’t a musical like most children’s movies.  Sure, it had a quirky sense of humor.  To me, the fact that it was different made it special.
I bought it as soon as it came out on DVD.  My son (who is now 9 and still loves the movie) and I watched it, and I’ve turned it into a tradition, something special my husband and I can share with our children.  That same year, Santa brought my son a Lionel Polar Express train, and it goes up under the tree year after year (we’d do my grandfather good, a man who loved his planes, trains, and automobiles, and collected Lionel trains).  This year was the first year my daughter watched it and is enamored by it.  Previously, she’s been too young, but she loves it so much it’s on all the time.  “Chocolate” has become a very common request, as well as “choo-choo train” and “elf”.

But this is what the holidays are all about.  Whether you celebrate Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanza, or any holiday, it’s about making memories that last a lifetime, and that can continue from generation to generation.

Merry Christmas,

Happy Holidays,



Here are some pictures of our Polar Express train 🙂


A Little Bit of Vampire. A Little Bit of Succubus.

Good morning everyone!

Well, it’s Thursday.  6 days before the release of my latest book Tempted by Her Trinity.  13 days before Christmas. 20 days before the New Year.  Is anyone else wondering where 2013 has gone?  I sure am, but with the new year approaching, I’ve already started a game plan for 2014, and with that, hopefully a lot of promising and exciting things.  Some of you might know I’m toying around with a new series that’ll revert back to my paranormal/fantasy roots.  I’ve also been thinking about that spin-off series that’ll bring the spotlight onto the secondary characters of Ryder, Kansas.  I can’t let my cowboys/girls go.  In addition to those two projects, I’m hoping to submit the first in my dragon shifter series.  I will most likely be publishing that series under my alternative name.  If that happens, I will finally be crossing my names.  My reasoning behind keeping the two separate will be a great future post 🙂

Even with Christmas approaching, Tempted by Her Trinity is not a Christmas story.  Nor did I want it to be. As much as I love Christmas, and hope to write a Christmas-themed book for next year, I do find so much Christmas can bog a person down.  What better way to stir up things than to throw a little bit of vampire and little bit of succubus into the mix?  Yeah, there’s a dash of resentment, a sprinkle of danger, a generous dose of hot passion, and a hint of deceit.  There’s hot and humid weather, sandy beaches, posh hotels, and private luxury jetliners.  There’s a woman who knows how to kick some serious ass, but still has a heart that she wants to share with a man…or three.  There’re men who have a rough and tough outer shell to hide their pain, suffering, and tenderness from the world.

Haven’t stopped by Siren to check it out yet?  Here’s a clip of Tempted by Her Trinity, coming December 18th to Siren-Bookstrand.

Tempted by Her Trinity

(Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, vampires, bondage, spanking, flogging, sex toys, HEA)

After two hundred years, Zandra Arella’s Awakening brings a frightening twist. Three of the four Elders have been destroyed, her sire the final target. Zandra has little time to learn the ways of this new world. Each hour she delays in tracking down the lethal Trinity is an hour her enemy has gained.

Lucien, Damion, and Tor Corrington are no strangers to their father’s greedy demands and cunning ideas. They disregard his claim that the Assassin is hunting them down until they cross paths with Zandra. Her acute knowledge of a strange vampire-specific virus, the sudden depletion of succubi, and a cryptic concern for the Elders and their Assassin leaves the brothers, especially Lucien, certain the woman hides more than she shares.

Passions erupt between Zandra and the Corrington brothers, but with pleasure comes haunting secrets and dark betrayals. She has one chance to save Sire, the vampire breed, and her Trinity, and to convince the brothers to trust her and hope that following her heart doesn’t kill her…again.

Available for pre-order at Siren Publishing: www.bookstrand.com/tempted-by-her-trinity