New Release–Year of the Cat

 

Year of the Cat is a paranormal romance and is released for the Kindle.

 

Excerpt:

Jared stood in the snow and tried not to shiver. He usually wasn’t outside this early, but at least he could give his free lesson before working with the other patrons. He let out a breath and it blew out in a vapor. Even with his quilted pants and parka it was freezing. The whole bloody mountain range was Baltic. A light dusting of snow obscured the traces of yesterday’s activities.

A black and brown calico rubbed against his leg.

“Trying to make amends?” The cat stuck her nose in the air and turned away.

“Don’t get haughty with me, Ms. Puss, you started it.”

“Are you talking to the cat?” Morgan said softly behind him.

He sniffed and caught the light aroma of spice and flowers with an undertone of Morgan’s sweet feminine scent.

Jared swung around.

Morgan was dressed in a stylish sporty outfit of black bottoms and a bright pink jacket. It went well with her blonde hair and pale blue eyes.

She gave him a shy grin, he almost chuckled. “Such a sweet smile on a lovely lady. Is that smile all for me?”

When the cat hissed, he picked up a fistful of snow and dropped it on top of her. The calico ran.

Morgan huffed and sat her fists on her hips. “You’re mean. What did that cat ever do to you?”

“She scratched me once.”

“Only once?” She cocked her head.

“Well…” He couldn’t tell her the truth. “More than once.”

She strolled over, snow crunching under her boots. “And if I do something to displease you during our lesson, will you dump snow on me, too?”

In his excitement from seeing her again, he’d nearly forgotten he’d promised a free skiing lesson, but the thought of what other lessons he could give her made his pants tight.

He took her hand. “I’ll be gentle.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Promise?”

 

 

Matrix Crystal River Now In Paperback

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Matrix Crystal River is now avablible as a paperback book.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/1546591966/

This book is about Vach and Maya’s son River.

My first two books in the series are now only 0.99 cents. The latest in my series is $2.99, so you can literally buy my entire series as ebooks for less than $5.00.
https://www.amazon.com/Matrix-Crystal-River-Crystals-Book-ebook/dp/B01MDOHI70/

After twenty-five years, the Earthlings were back. River Namaste swears he’ll never help the humans find matrix crystals, until he meets, Winona Miracle, Team Alpha Six’s geologist. Shy and vulnerable, the black haired, dark eyed beauty is all he wants.

But is she ready to put aside her goals for him?

Excerpt

At a rest area, Winona was left behind with River and Ori. She prayed that no one would wander into the spot while they were there. The men fed the animals and waited.

Walking around the area, she tried to get the kinks out of her legs. The woodlands looked different than the conifer forest back home. The leaves were mostly in burgundy and bright greens. She picked up a white-and-pink stone and turned it over in her hands. Quartz with some thick, dark silver veining. If I had a smelting setup, I could produce silver.

“Winona,” River called softly.

She went to him. “Yes, what is it?”

“You seem nervous.”

“Well, of course I am.” She glanced around. “Did you see the dirty looks we got from that fishing village?”

“You needn’t worry. I’ll watch out for you.”

“Gee, thanks. And who will protect you?”

He laughed. “I don’t need anyone to keep me safe.”

“Oh, sure. No one will attack a big hunk of man meat like you.”

“Man meat? What does that mean?” One side of his mouth curled up.

Jeez, why did I say that? She turned to walk away. “Never mind. It’s just an expression.”

He hooked a hand around her arm. “Don’t go.”

His wonderful spicy male scent was almost too much. “River, I—”

He pulled her up against him. Before she knew it, his lips were on hers. Once he swept his tongue into her mouth, she was lost. She slipped an arm behind his head and pressed herself against him.

“River,” called out Ori. “They’re back.”

He abruptly dropped her on her feet and stepped away.

When did I get lifted off the ground? She turned away, wiped her mouth, and pulled up her scarf, trying to hide whatever damage his rough kiss might have caused. God, what a kiss. Her panties were soaking wet.

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The Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/Matrix-Crystal-River-Crystals-Book-ebook/dp/B01MDOHI70/

The Paperback Book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1546591966/

 

 

 

Windswept Shores Seventh Anniversary

Talking to a friend today and realized my first book, Windswept Shores, has been published seven years ago today. That also means I’ve been a published writer for the last seven years.

 
Windswept Shores part one
Windswept Shores is something warm to read while it’s frosty outside or a great read for the beach. And better yet, there a sequel too.

Blurb: The sole survivor of a plane crash, Megan is alone on a deserted island in the Bahamas. Then she finds a nearly-drowned man. Another survivor, this time from a boat wreck.
With only meager survival skill between them, will they survive these windswept shores and can they find love?
 
For the first time available as a trade paperback: https://www.createspace.com/4084680
And for the Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AS9NDNO
 
Excerpt:
His hand lingered on her shoulder. Her trembling vibrated up his arm. Blimey, she’s all shaken up.
“S’kay, she’ll be right.” He grabbed her sleeping pallet, pulled it over, slipping an arm around her waist.
Her body went rigid. “What are you doing?”
“Relax, mate, I’m not trying to get a leg over. You need a bit of comfort so you can go back to sleep. My mum would cuddle me when I’d have a howler of a nightmare. It’s nice to know you’re not alone.”
“So, I’m supposed to think of you like my mom or dad?”
“Or like yer husband if that’ll help?” He grinned in the dark, wondering what kind of reaction he was going to get.
“I think not.”
“I noticed you weren’t wearing a wedding ring. Is it because yer husband drowned?” His heart beat a little faster when he asked the question. He really wanted to know if he had a chance with her.
“No, he’s not drowned,” she snapped. “I lost my ring in the ocean, but I’m not sure when. I just looked down one day, it was gone.”
She’s in denial about her husband’s death. I reckon it’s too soon. A little disappointed, he decided to change subjects. “So, you got any ankle biters at home?”
“Two boys.”
“How old?” he asked. They must be missing their mum, poor little nippers.
“Joshua is twenty. He’s in college. Eli is eighteen and just graduated from high school.”
“Blimey, how long have you been married to your bloke?”
“Twenty-three years this January,” she said.
“How old are you?” He positioned his head where he could breathe in the scent of her hair, and inhaled a floral fragrance. How does she manage to smell fresh in a place like this?
Megan moved a bit forward. “Do you know that it’s considered very rude to inquire after a woman’s age?”
“Not where I’m from, so spill.” He scooted up some, placing his knees behind hers.
She pulled away. “Humph, well, okay I’m forty-two.”
“You’re still spunky.” He wondered how far she’d move until she ran out of room in her tiny shelter.
“Uh, spunky, thanks.” Megan rolled onto her back.
Blimey, she out maneuvered me. Seth was forced to move back, but kept his hand on her tummy.
“You got hitched when you were a young ‘un?” He quickly did the math. She’s a bit older than me. More of a challenge.
“Yeah, I got married at nineteen, but I knew what I wanted, or thought I did. Have you ever been married?”
“Got hitched once.”
“What happened?” she asked. Her bed rustled as she shifted position.
“We got into a blue, she told me to shove off, so I left. So that was the end of that.” His hand drifted to her rib cage.
“Any kids?” she asked, pushing his hand down.
“A son named Nick. He just turned six.”
“Okay, now you have to tell me how old you are.”
“I’m an old prawn. I just had my thirtieth birthday.”
“That’s not old, especially not for a man.”
“I’m starting to feel it when I surf,” he admitted, smoothing a wrinkle on her shirt.
“Oh, you’re a surfer?”
“Back in Uni I got caught up chasing the good breakers on Spring Break. I headed out from Cali to Baja, then from there to Florida. I became a Surfie. That’s what you’d call someone who surfs more than they work. Then I met this old bloke, Bill, in a pub. He’s from Oz too, or so I thought, but it turns out he’s an apple.”
“An apple?” she asked.
“He hails from Tasmania. I was broke doing odd jobs. Bill hired me to help on his fishing boat.”
“Wait a minute, Oz?”
“Oz, short for Australia,” he explained, moving his mouth toward where he thought her ear was, saying softly, “It’s in the sound Au`z-tralia—Oz.”
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Trade paperback: https://www.createspace.com/4084680
Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AS9NDNO