With Night Shift due out on January 9th, I figured I could give you lovely readers a little bit more than a simple teaser and cover reveal.
Here’s an excerpt to feast your eyes and growing curiosity on!
With Night Shift due out on January 9th, I figured I could give you lovely readers a little bit more than a simple teaser and cover reveal.
Here’s an excerpt to feast your eyes and growing curiosity on!
I can’t express how excited I am that Night Break‘s release day is finally here! I’ve been working on this new series of mine for what feel like forever, and it shows that perseverance damn well pays off!
After bouts of illnesses on my part, as well as for my entire household, then followed by the holidays, my home being turned into something that would resemble a bed & breakfast (not complaining), and hubby breaking a wrist (of course it was the dominant one!) I finally managed to carve out the time I needed to get this one finished. To say I’m proud of the hurdles I’ve had to jump over and the sea of tissue I’ve had to wade through to get Dalton and Devolin’s story out to you all would be a massive understatement. So with no further ado, here’s a sample chapter of Night Break to kick off its release!
One Year Ago…
If I had to deliver that fucker’s obituary, this is how it would read:
Rick Donnelly—Wannabe war hero, traitor, terrorist. May he burn in hell.
In truth, he was the scum who managed to kidnap my friend Theo Lowell’s nephew, Jasper, then made off with the man’s woman, all for the sake of petty revenge and furthering his stance in organized crime.
Now, he was nothing but a piece of shit, sprawled forward, split in half, and wedged between Warehouse Ten and the front end of Theo’s brother’s pickup truck.
Collapsing to my back, Theo held onto his woman, Morgan, at my side. Allowing a long, drawn-out breath to escape, it helped ease the tension in my body as I dealt with the pain in my hand and leg. The damn bastard might be dead, but he did some damage before Morgan drove a truck straight through him. My shooting hand now had a hole through it, and since I was reaching for the gun in my ankle holster at the time, the fucking bullet managed to hit my bad knee.
It’s over. Thank God for crazy-assed women, great friends…and random strangers.
Jasper was safe.
Morgan was safe.
And Theo could settle into the life he thought he’d all but lost only hours before.
Sounding on the verge of tears, he uttered, “Huss?”
With our adrenaline dropping from the night’s festivities, I couldn’t blame his emotional state. The same gamut of emotions was reeling through me too, and I hadn’t had to track down two loved ones, nor had I had the displeasure of being held hostage, having to free myself, then do the same for the woman I loved. All this with some unknown cyber vigilante, who’d popped out of nowhere, to help him out. One we’d been forced to have blind faith in.
I’m your girl, Mr. T.
Yeah, Hussy was our girl tonight. Definitely.
“Yeah?” she said through that voice distorter of hers.
“Thank you.” Theo’s voice lodged in his throat, leaving the man incapable to add to his words.
It took a few seconds to get a response, but when it came, albeit in that robotically masculine voice again, it was just as overwrought with the same jumble of emotion that Theo and I seemed to be experiencing. “You’re welcome, Mr. T,” she whispered.
Hussy’s earlier concerned outburst to my being shot jumped to the forefront of my mind. This spurred me into action. I didn’t know why I felt compelled to reassure her, but I found myself unable to stop myself from doing it. Hussy wasn’t one of my team at Nightshade Security, yet tonight, she had come through for all of us. Despite never having met, a bond had been forged between the team, Hussy, and myself. Plus, I’ve always been one to listen to my gut, and it’s proven me right every time, so it was why I said what I did next.
“Huss?” I managed.
Her distorted voice caught. “Yeah?”
“I’ll be fine.” I swallowed the ball of emotion that had made my voice come out sounding like gravel. “But I’m going to need your name, honey.”
What I got next was an unaltered, breathless sounding, “Kip,” that made my lungs seize, my body tighten, and a part of my anatomy take notice in a very visceral way.
I had no idea who this woman was. She’d only spoken a single word—the nickname she’d given me based on my last name—Kippers. But that’s all I needed. I can’t explain the electrical charge that rolled through me, or the sense that something greater was at play. I simply needed more of that voice. I needed more of her. “I want to know—”
I heard a subtle thump on the other end of the line, followed by a long sigh.
I never thought that a sigh could hold so much untold emotion, but hers did.
“Don’t,” she whispered, and I could have sworn I’d heard her add a “please” to that. “Let’s just leave it at this.” I didn’t want to. A gnawing feeling in my gut told me that I needed her still; that I wanted her. “I only did what needed to be done. It’s what I do.”
Something told me that pushing her right then would be ineffective, so I gave in, much to my displeasure. But I did it in a way that left the proverbial door open and the ball in her court. “Okay, Huss. If you ever need anything—”
I could tell that she was contemplating my words. “I won’t.” The tone of finality in those words had disappointment weighing me down until she continued, “Tell you what, I’ll be in touch if something ever comes up.”
Disappointment fled and hope took its place. This was as good as I was going to get. “Okay.”
Silence dominated the next ten seconds before Hussy broke it. “I’m going to sign off now.”
“Huss?” I was desperate and I didn’t care. I wanted to reach through the communication device shoved in my ear canal and yank her to where I lay, so I could see the face that belonged to the voice. I wanted to figure out why she was how she was, what made her tick, what set her off. Hell, I’d have been happy to wait out the medics and the slew of first responders with her voice in my ear, telling me everything was going to be okay, just like Theo was doing with Morgan.
But before I could do or say anything, the line went dead, all coms were down, and sirens could be heard in the distance.
I could feel Theo’s gaze aimed at the side of my face. He probably wanted to know what the fuck was going on with me.
Ignoring the man, I thumped my head onto the dock in sheer frustration, and closed my eyes. “Bye, Huss,” I whispered.
Night Break the first in the Nightshade series, Night Break is finally here!
She’d give anything to be what he needs.
He wishes she would see what he does when he looks at her.
On the eve of a new mission, Dalton Kippers gets the surprise of his life when the cyber angel he’s been in pursuit of, shows up out of nowhere.
A threat to his life, Devolin Taylor rushes to Dalton’s rescue to share the information she’d dug up. After all, his accepting the case had been her fault in the first place.
Persuaded by Dalton’s implicit trust in her abilities, Devolin joins his taskforce at Nightshade Securities. Only, working in close proximity to the man seems to be a detriment to both their sanity. Anything less than an arm’s length and her brain short-circuits just long enough for trouble to lurk. And when that trouble comes knocking, it might be too late for them to get over their hang-ups and embrace the blistering chemistry they share.
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And they thought women were complex creatures… Ha!
After decades of reading an array of novels: thrillers, mystery, suspense, paranormal and yeah, romance (duh), I realized one thing… I hadn’t come across many works of romance where a woman had written in a male’s perspective, in the first person.
Since I’m some kind of masochist—okay, so I love to impose a challenge or two (or a hundred) where my writing is concerned—I took a leap of faith. Thus began my adventure!
Once Written, Twice Shy (OWTS) was inspired by a play on online dating and my love for reading and writing. What I didn’t know, at the time, was that not only would one book be born, but an entire series would follow!
All interconnected, yet vastly different, the men of The Broken Men Chronicles series each have a unique story to tell. From a divorcé, to a widower, a retired militant, even the age-old lost love scenario, and childhood nemeses, these men are scarred in some way (“broken” if you will) yet they persevere. Some battles, both physical and emotional, are tougher than others but they all seek one thing…to come out on top.
I’m no shrink. I’m no guy. I don’t have some degree in male psyche analysis of any kind. And no, I haven’t suffered an electrical shock much like Mel Gibson in What Women Want where I miraculously know what’s going on up there. Now, you’re wondering how in the world does a woman pull it off?
You see, there came a point in my life (as I entered my thirties), where I came to realize that what men and women want out of life isn’t all that different: a career, a family or at least someone to call theirs, a home, friends, happiness…need I say more? So, I seized the gauntlet and began to write.
I’m the kind of writer that writes with inhibited emotion. If I can’t feel it, it’s no good. In keeping close with everyday life, I like to mix things up. From the hot and sexy, to the rage, the grief, the turmoil that uncertainty in one’s life can cause, not to mention the humor, my readers are thrust into a world where they can relate. Personally, I love nothing more than a work of fiction where I can picture myself as being part of the character’s experience. It’s that proverbial fly-on-the-wall syndrome.
Reading is an escape. It’s a way to detach yourself from your world and immerse yourself into another’s. Should you laugh, feel angered, annoyed, overjoyed, not to mention, thrilled at any point in a read, then the author’s done their job efficiently.
Some may say that I have feminized my male leads. I disagree. Inspired by people in my life, I wrote characters that have a certain degree of respect toward the opposite sex (yes, even players can have some). In true guy fashion, my men’s dialect can be crass and inappropriate at times as it can be loving, sweet and endearing at others. Same goes for their behavior. I wasn’t looking to write up a slew of Stepford characters. Realistic means with fault and I strive to capture that no matter who the character may be. Of course, writing first person also means that your characters need substance and delving into each of these men’s lives, you’ll quickly come to find out, there is no lack of it. With that said, male readers are able to relate to these characters as much as their female counterparts.
In closing, I have to say that my experience in writing from a male’s perspective has been a
humbling one. I’ve loved the self-imposed challenge, not to mention the humorous discussions I’ve had with my male friends and husband while entertaining the task. For those of you reading this post, I hope that you’ve enjoyed the insight to my inner writer workings.
As this next week trickles by and you’re undoubtedly growing more and more impatient for the release of Play Me to Infinity, I figured you could use a heftier dose than a simple teaser. Enjoy!
I sat at Fairfax, checking out the flavors of the evening while unwinding from a grueling day at the office. It was slim pickings in the crowd, but the night was still young.
Sitting in the back corner at a table by herself, I spotted her. Nicole. I might have turned her unsavory attitude around where my brother-in-law, Jake, was concerned, but the woman now had a gun out for me.
Okay, so you’ve surmised that I’m single, perhaps even a player, and I’ll admit that you’re somewhat right.
I enjoy my bachelorhood… well, sort of. I wouldn’t say that it’s the lifestyle I’d have chosen for myself, more like one chosen for me, thanks to my ex-fiancée.
Loving Tracey with everything I had hadn’t been good enough. Despite the numerous warnings from friends, I had been living by the ‘denial is bliss’ adage until one day, the flip of her hair, the wiggle of her tight ass, and the batting of her lashes no longer clouded my perception.
After six months of dealing with her deceit, I shredded my devoted fiancé card and moved on. I’ve been playing the field for a year and a half since.
Truth be told, I don’t have time for a relationship, as much as I’d prefer one. I’m the CEO of Withers International, a multi-million-dollar company that specializes in public and government relations. Need I say more?
Ben knocked me back into the present as he dropped himself in the seat across from me. “Rough day?”
“Rough few months is more like it.” I huffed out a breath. “I need a new assistant.”
The man’s brows furrowed. “You still haven’t gotten rid of Karen?”
A dry laugh escaped. “You mean Tania.” I didn’t have the gall to look at my friend, knowing I’d be met with his disapproving look, and rightly so. As of late, there was quite the revolving door where my PA’s were concerned.
“Why do you do this to yourself?”
Okay, so I may have overstepped the boundaries on employer-employee relations. In my defense, they were the ones who approached me, not the other way around.
Ben shook his head at me. “Tracey really did fuck you up. This is ridiculous.”
I took a swig from my beer and let out a loud tension-filled sigh while leaning my bottle in my best friend’s direction. “You don’t know the half of it.”
It was late, and despite the fact that I’d made it out tonight, my interest in entertaining a possible suitor to cap off my day was lost once Ben returned to his bartending duties.
What about Nikki? As soon as the thought occurred, I almost choked on my last sip of beer. I would have to be desperate – no, insane – to even approach that man-eater.
Despite my intent on ignoring the woman who had eyed daggers at me all night, I turned my gaze toward the table she had been occupying to find that she was no longer there.
Nicole was a beautiful woman, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t remember much about her from our childhood. Hell, she’d practically been a sister; and harassing her and my sister had been one of mine and Ben’s favorite pastimes. In our later years however, she became skittish, always quick to leave the room as soon as I entered it. The teenager I’d been had always wondered about the possibility of her having a school-girl crush. I have to say that I enjoyed cornering her to see that blush, especially that last summer before Mom and Dad picked up and moved us all to Austin.
Shaking the memories from my mind, I left my empty bottle on the table. As I turned to leave, I plowed into a tiny body. Bracing my hands on the soft skin of slim shoulders to prevent the person from toppling over, I found myself staring down into bright green pools laced with flames that were Nicole’s eyes.
What color do they turn when…? I groaned at the imagery that flashed through my mind. Forget it, bud, there’s no way in hell that you want to go there.
“Watch where you’re going.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled, my voice a few octaves lower than normal.
“D-do you mind moving?”
Her unsettled demeanor had me smirking. “Do I make you nervous, Little Nikki?”
As I let go of her shoulders, she stepped back.
“No.” She gave me a saccharine smile, but her eyes showed mischievousness. “You make me nauseous. Now, get out of my way.”
As she made to pass me, I grasped her elbow. “You know,” I leaned toward her ear, the subtlety of her scent clouding my thoughts momentarily, “if you’re ever looking for someone to help you get that stick out of your ass, I’d be more than-”
The claws came out. “Bite me!”
“I’d love to, sugar.” I grinned, pulling away just in time to see her face turn a delightful shade of pink. Yes, that blush was still as much fun to bring about now as it was back in the day.
As quick as our interaction occurred, it ended when she turned and trotted off.
My gaze turned to follow her exiting the bar. I let out a low whistle as I watched those hips sway in that skirt of hers. Her rounded ass filled the material to perfection and images of that luscious derrière, bent over as I took her from behind began playing in my head.
Damn! It’s too bad she’s as cold as ice.
And that was my cue to head home.
I came to a stop in front of my large four-bedroom house and sighed. Purchased to avoid the cramped lofts and high-rise condos, it was a constant reminder of the dream I once had of a home filled with children and a woman to worship. Nowadays, all I had to look forward to was the cold beer in my fridge, my comfortable furniture, and a house filled with silence.
Silence. It was always there when you didn’t want it, and never there when you needed it.
Over the last eighteen months, I kept my new façade intact, my machismo held close to the vest in an effort to mask that I was a family man to the core. Being honest, I was miserable. Lonely.
Maybe it’s time to take a chance? It had been two years since I’d left Tracey, a year and a half since I chose to have absolutely nothing to do with my ex.
Danica, Jake, and so many others disagree with the casualness with which I treated my suitors, but they understood why I did it. Well, most of them, with the exception of my sister’s judgmental best friend, Nicole that is.
So why wasn’t I going for it after two years?
The answer was simple: I was scared.
As I settled into bed, I came to realize that maybe it was time I let go of my pessimism where relationships were concerned.
Tis the moment you’ve all been waiting for – the cover reveal for Play Me to Infinity, Book 3 in The Broken Men Chronicles’ series – is here! Watch for it to drop live on March 29, 2016!
Burned by his ex-fiancée, Mike Withers traded in his dream of a family and home of his own, complete with the white picket fence, and submersed himself in work. And entertaining the occasional lady.
So, when he relocated to Jacksonville to take over as CEO of Withers International, and be closer to his sister’s family, he never imagined he’d find himself at a crossroads.
Once a player, always a player, right? Wrong! At least, that’s what Mike now has to prove to Nicole Baxter…
Combine Nikki’s games with a problematic mélange of exes, and Mike quickly realizes he’s heading down one of two roads – heartache, or the life he thought he had given up. Ultimately, the choice is his to make.
Maybe his ex wasn’t the one? Maybe he’d given up too soon? And maybe happiness lay in the form of a feisty, argumentative, tiny package in a tight skirt – with the ability to turn any argument into foreplay?
“Her low key yet intricately crafted descriptions invite her readers in.”
“Decevito is quickly becoming an author who will stand out in a crowd. I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend this sinfully sweet story to anyone.”
“Play Me to Infinity is another great love story. I highly recommend the series as the writing is smooth, the story-line engrossing, and the characters are ones you want to get to know. Its a quick read and one that will leave you smiling.”
“I can read this story over and over again. This story was certainly not boring! I would compare it to an erotica romantic suspense. A little bit for everybody!”
It may only be live as of March 29, but why not pre-order your own ebook copy at $0.99. Available for Kindle now!
As time inches toward Release Day – too slow for some of you I’m sure – stay tuned for more information about more pre-order links, contests, give-aways, and more about this series!
I know that this isn’t the type of posting I traditionally make but seeing as my absenteeism seems to have struck a question with my followers, I wanted to share a bit of insight on my goings-on over the last year and a bit, so here goes…
Since July 2014, I have had the pleasure of working on a special program at work. For those of you who are unawares, I worked for the Canada Council for the Arts in their Writing and Publishing section as a program assistant with various grant and award programs. And before you ask, no, I don’t make the decisions on who gets funding and who doesn’t nor will your affiliation with me be of any help. Can you say conflict of interest!
Some of you might already be familiar with the Scotiabank Giller Prize. Others of you may have heard of the Governor General’s Literary Awards (GGLA’s) but I suspect in not as much detail. The GGLA’s have been in existence since 1936 (historical list of winners) and it’s been my baby since July and stands – in most Canadian literary circles – as one of the most prestigious Canadian literary awards.
To say that I’ve been subjected to many works would be an understatement. Over 1,600 Canadian works have been submitted in 2014! Make that over 1,500 for 2015! Each book have been diligently evaluated by officers to meet the GGLA eligibility criteria prior to being put forth to a cast of three peer assessors who have been tasked with the decision on who will make the shortlist and which author/illustrator/translator would come up on top as their respective category’s winner.
Over these cycles, I’ve had the pleasure of meeting each winner in both French and English categories ranging from Children’s Literature-Text, Children’s Literature-Illustrated Books, Drama, Poetry, Translation, Non-fiction and Fiction. For one week, it was one of celebration – a week to discover new genres, new reads, new talent – for those of the general public it was a week that led to the discovery of an array of works that would broaden their literary horizons as a reader. For me, it was all of the above and MORE!
I’m not one to go out of my way to get to a book-signing event, nor have I ever been to a public reading but this is a little aperçu of what my first public reading/signing event was like…
First, as a program assistant, I was not only a spectator but I also oversaw a lot of the planning and logistical work with regards to each event that took place.
The winners first arrived on Monday and had an assortment of obligations whether it be with media for interviews, public events, a visit to Parliament Hill which included their very impressive and historic library, not to mention an evening at Rideau Hall – the Governor General’s residence – where they were celebrated for their winning works.
You want to figure out how to discover new genres and disciplines to read? Don’t go to your local bookstore and peruse the shelves. Nope! Go to a public reading! Trust me when I say that if you think you’re not one for a particular literary discipline, you might discover that you’re sadly mistaken. A public event such as a reading is not only a way to network with authors, but a phenomenal way to discover something new that you might have otherwise overlooked.
This is exactly what happened to me and boy do I feel foolish!
Not only did I purchase books that I had an interest in, but I also found a collection in my hands, myself lined up for the the register, purchasing genres and disciplines I would have never otherwise walked out with at a Chapters, Coles, Barnes & Nobles, whatever other XYZ-named store before. This is because those readings–the way the author spoke of their work, the excerpts they chose, the characters’ voices that were brought to life–the entirety was so captivating that their five minutes in front of the crowd simply just wasn’t enough! Heck, I have read one of the winning books already and I wound up with the urge to go back and read it again, feeling as if I would better connect with its characters if I did!
So with that said, hopefully I’ve given you the urge to go out and discover something new, to try a new route in discovering your next read, to open yourself to the various cultures in literature and experiences within it.
In the meantime, I’m just going to curl up on the couch, my cup of coffee in hand and dive in to some of my GGLA winning books I have yet to tackle!
When I first sought out to write Once Written, Twice Shy (OWTS), I never knew that inspiration would strike me where I sat. Nowhere near half-way done with writing the book, it became clear to me that I had wakened some sort of dragon.
Here’s a little secret about me…I love a challenge. And OWTS proved a big one for me. Little did I know that a plethora of new yet delightful hurdles awaited me along with it.
First, I was writing from a male’s perspective. Second, I chose to do it in first-person to boot! For anyone who’s done this, you know your characters need a certain amount of depth and substance to keep the reader engaged. Taking up the challenge, I strove to portray the everyday aspect of a man’s life: the loves, the losses, the gains, the dramas, the in-betweens and yes…the heated passion.
As I wrote Paxton’s journey, I knew that I was writing a character that everyone could relate to in some shape or form. The fact that the rest of the cast was lovable (for the most-part–one must have a villain or two in the mix, right?) also helped. Suffice to say, as I moved along with OWTS, certain characters became deserving of their own story. And thus The Broken Men Chronicles series was born!
The Broken Men Chronicles (BMC) series features men, in their 30’s. They come from all walks of life, successful in their own right but there’s just something that’s missing. Trading on various life circumstances that have led them astray, thus miserable, each novel carries a journey toward self-discovery and happiness with a few bumps along the way. What’s great is that much like television, we have cross-overs which means some of your favorite characters from previous novels return for another fifteen minutes of fame.
And this leads to the long awaited news of the next book in the the BMC series!
Let me introduce you to Almost Forgotten (AF). Here’s a short synopsis to whet your appetites.
Jake had it all: money, women, and great looks. He was happy. Well, he thought he was.
Then, a series of women and a ghost from his past made him re-evaluate everything.
Why had she come back? Why was she standing in his firm’s boardroom with his opposing counsel? And the burning question – why did he give a damn after fifteen years?
She had broken his heart all those years ago, and Jake chose to live the life of a bachelor from there on out. Along with his fast-paced career, he maintained a fast-paced social life. It’s what worked for him. At least he’d convinced himself it did.
The loneliness of his large home the minute the housekeeper clocked-out and the women warming his bed deserted him left him wanting. Could he get what so many of his friends already had: the woman, the family, the house with the white picket fence? Maybe. But just because he desired those things, things he’d sworn off ages ago, doesn’t mean they were destined for him.
One thing was for sure; with Danica back in town, Jake’s life was never going to be the same again…
In the upcoming weeks and months, stay tuned for additional information on this winter’s release of Almost Forgotten, Book Two of The Broken Men Chronicles.
You’ve got to love the beginning of a new day! Well, this week’s theme for My Sexy Saturday just so happens to be A Sexy Morning.
A strand of her blonde hair fell in her face and I brushed it off to the side, tucking it behind her ear. My eyes never left hers.
“Good morning,” she said. She blushed and buried her head into the pillow with a groan.
“What’s that for?”
“I was thinking about what we did last night,” she said into the pillow.
I laughed. “I take it that you enjoyed it?”
She lifted her head. The twinkle in her eyes had returned. “Enjoyed, you could say that, more like over-indulged. I’m a little sore because someone used me well last night.”
“I think I can finagle a cure that might help with that,” I said, “for later.”
After a bitter marriage, Paxton seeks respite from his loss. Rediscovering his writing, he never expected creating a piece worthy of reading nor for two unsuspecting paths to cross in the most unconventional of ways.
Thousands of miles separated them, yet he’d never felt closer to anyone. Finding out that happiness and love was attainable again, was one thing. Having Alissa, was another.
When the two meet, sparks fly, chemistry is beyond explosive, and emotions reach a boiling point. Their brief love affair ignited the fuse but what Paxton neglected to anticipate was that his son would fall for the sweet, meek demurred woman in Alissa or the fact the woman would be their salvation…in more ways than one.
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