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New Release Coming!

My latest release is coming out in 2 days!!

Forbidden Warrior

Forbidden Warrior is Máel’s story, the 2nd in the Renegade Lords series.

It’s also the 1st release in a new multi-author project, A Midsummer Knights Romance!

I gathered up 6 other medieval romance authors and we built a Tournament World, then all set our stories in the World.

Set in the north of England, 1193, at Rose Citadel, our tourney will be host to daring displays of chivalry, treacherous deeds of intrigue, and blazing tales of unforgettable passion & love.

They release every 2 weeks through July, so get ready! You can see all the books w/ covers & links HERE.

I hope Forbidden Warrior ticks every box on your medieval-loving list!

  • A big bad alpha hero

  • An heiress

  • Enemies to lovers romance

  • Sexy banter

  • Forest romps

  • Jousts & sword fights

  • The romance of a lifetime

I hope you love it! 
BUY LINKS HERE

Weekly-ish Update-Feb 14

A day early

Yes, my weekly-ish update is coming on a Thursday instead of a Friday, because I completely forgot what day Valentine’s Day was.

I scheduled this post for Friday the 15th, bearing Happy Valentine’s day greetings to you all, then woke up this morning and saw the real V Day deal. (I’m going to keep calling it V Day because typing out “Valentine’s” all these times is making my autocorrect lose its mind: “Didn’t I just correct this for you, sister?  Like, one line ago??”)

So, rather than deleting my V Day wishes for my beloved readers,, I’m bumping up the post date.

That, ladies, is flexibility. Forget yoga–just reschedule your blog post.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

And look, here we are, at your V Day greetings!

Hope you have a good weekend!  It’s a long one for many people in the States.  if you have off on Monday for President’s Day, enjoy it.  If you do anything for V Day, have a blast.

If you don’t do anything for V Day, enjoy your non-celebration because seriously…sometimes these kinds of days are hard.

Maybe a rollicking historical romance would help…?  With a big bad alpha hero on a mission… Maybe named Kier… Or Jamie Lost…. Or Tadhg…   Just sayin’!  

My V Day Text To Hubby

To be perfectly honest, the person who revealed it was V Day was my husband, via a text, wishing me a Happy V Day. 

I immediately texted back: “Aww, thanks NO FLOWERS, RIGHT??? They’re expensive and they die and you work late so I won’t get them till 9p and there’s no sun to come in the window and bathe them in an ambient glow anyhow, not in this crummy, rain-soaked corner of the world so NO FLOWERS. Happy V Day, babe!” 

Romance Writers in the Real World. Scary bunch.

Got any sweet or funny V Day texts between you and your Significant Other?? Post ’em below!

Working on a Rom Com

Working on a contemporary romance right now, then diving back into the next in the Renegade Lords series!  I think it’s Rowan’s story.

I have a dog

Okay, this isn’t news. I’ve had a dog for a long time. Like, 15 years long.  But here she is, 15 years ago, when we brought her home.

Honestly…that’s all I’ve got

There you go. My life is boring as hell in a social media way.  If you’ve got anything exciting going on, I’m all ears. Like those sweet or funny V Day texts…

Otherwise, here’s to hot, hard men who know what they want and puppies who drink from hoses and don’t see flowers dangling over their heads, but when they do see them, eat them right up.

Friday Excerpt! King's Warrior

Instead of an update on the anti-productivity of my week, I thought an excerpt was in order. Read on if you’ve ever wondered if it’s worth it to fight back..

The answer is yes! A resounding yes. Especially if you have an Irish outlaw at your side. 🔥 A word of warning, though: you have to pick your outlaws carefully, and at first, it might seem like you’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake…

King’s Warrior

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She’d never done such a thing before. Never defied, never fought back. It quite stirred the blood.

She felt ten feet tall— no, twelve. Surely her heart was larger now too—it was certainly beating harder than she ever recalled. She felt flushed and hot and full of energy and vigor. Like some wild thing, fierce and unrestrained.

It was…wonderful.

She spun to the knight, who was examining his sword. “I do thank you, sir,” she breathed, her eyes shining.

As if just recalling her, he jerked his head up, then strode over with such intense focus she took a step back. But her heart was still hammering with excitement and power, and she did not feel fear.

He drew up in front of her and cupped her cheek with a gloved hand, then tipped her face up to the dim light of fire and oil lamps.

“Are you hurt?” he asked in a gruff voice.

“No. No, I am quite well, thank-you,” she said politely.

A smile flickering across his face. “Den scoth.”

“And you?” she stammered.

Another flicker of amusement, this time in his eyes. “I am well, thank-you.”

Their eyes were close, so close she could see his were as dark as the rest of him, so deep a shade of brown they were almost black. Their mouths were closer even than their eyes, and their whispered conversation was being held at such close quarters, she felt his breath gust over her lips with every word. Hers skidded across his too, until the air between their mouths became a small heated geyser of the warrior’s breath and her own.

“I’ve never fought off soldiers before,” she said in a whisper.

“One would never know it.”

She smiled, recklessly happy. “I did rather well, did I not?”

“You were magnificent,” he drawled, a low male sound, and the hand cupping her cheek tightened ever so slightly.

Then, proof she’d turned entirely to a wild creature, she grinned into those hard, enigmatic eyes and said in an exultant whisper, “We did it.”

This time, amusement appeared as a full-on, darkly handsome smile. “Enjoyed that, did you? I’ll have to see if I can’t find us a tavern brawl later.”

She laughed, and his gaze dropped to her mouth. He was still cupping her face in his powerful, shockingly gentle hand. For seconds—three, four, five—he simply stared at her mouth, and all that had been fluttery and flushed in her became a veritable river of fast-moving heat and desire.

He is going to kiss me.

The thought made a wash of chills rise through her body as if she was a vessel being filled, then he brushed the calloused pad of his thumb across the corner of her mouth. “Your lip, lass. ’Tis cut.”

As if in a trance, she lifted her fingertip to the corner of her mouth and felt the smallest of cuts. Her fingertips came away with a spot of blood.

“Does it hurt?” he asked.

“Oh no,” she whispered.

His thumb still rested at the corner of her mouth as his gaze made the slow climb to her eyes, and her head tipped back the barest inch.

Oh, yes, he was going to kiss her. And she was going to let him.

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