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Today, I'm over at Sidney Bristol's Pricked Party celebrating Ellora's Cave's themed series dealing with tattoos. I'm blogging about some interesting facts I picked up while researching Nick at Night. Come join me and leave a comment.

I’m giving away a copy of any title on my backlist to a commenter. Let me know what your favorite tattoo design is!

NICK AT NIGHT is Now Available

I had to post the cover again. I just love it! Anyway, it's now available and if you pre-ordered it, you should have received it by now.

Here is another excerpt. I hope you enjoy it!

With Nick’s assistance, Mia climbed into the limo and slid across the seat, making room for him to follow. The chauffer shut the door, cocooning them in the darkened interior. She placed her bouquet on the seat opposite where it took up half the space. The roses sprinkled a light fragrance within the limo but not enough to overpower the delicious scent of her companion.


“Where to?”

She gave him her address, and he relayed it to the driver. With the flick of a button, the privacy panel rose to cut off the front of the limo, isolating them in a world of silent, sleek sensuality.

She smoothed her hand over the rich leather seat and let the moment surround her. Here, alone with Nick, her body thrummed with a need she hadn’t felt in a long time. Well, if she didn’t count that intoxicating flood of excitement on the dance floor.

It had been a while since she’d wanted a man the way she wanted Nick. It wasn’t the obviously expensive suit or the trappings of wealth the chauffeured limo symbolized that attracted her. Growing up comfortably as she had, money had never been a draw. No, the need escalating inside her for this man came from the intensity that emanated from him, that aura of casual power that declared he would take whatever he wanted. Whether or not it was his to take was not an issue. The attitude that anything he desired was rightfully his flowed from every pore of his body.

She lowered her lashes and slid her gaze to his face. The tinted glass left the car in complete darkness, assuring them of total privacy. He hadn’t switched on the light but she could discern the outline of his profile and broad shoulders as the car pulled into traffic. He turned toward her, and she knew with certainty he was attuned to her every movement, her every breath, to the very beat of her pulse. A warm palm slid up her arm. She jumped at the unexpected touch.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. Touching you on the dance floor wasn’t enough. I need to feel how smooth your skin is again.”

Soft fingertips grazed her bare shoulder lightly working their way up her throat to turn her head into his kiss. “God, I’ve wanted to do this from the minute you walked down that aisle.” His lips, warm and searching, brushed her cheek before settling over her mouth.

Oh yeah, she’d wanted this, too. The feel of Nick’s mouth nibbling hers, easing her into a slow seduction, taking his time to arouse her.

She leaned into him as his arms came around her, pulling her close. He deepened the kiss, sliding the tip of his tongue along the seam of her lips. She opened, welcoming the gentle invasion.

A hot palm covered her breast and squeezed. She tried not to moan, but it was useless. The sound of her near breathless gasp filled the limo. He toyed with her breast, stroking his thumb across its hardening tip. The thin fabric of her gown offered no resistance, but the urge to feel his fingers on her straining flesh took hold with a maddening intensity.

She opened her eyes, wanting to see his hands on her body but the total darkness of the limo’s interior thwarted her. Unsettling as it was to feel his fingers sliding along her skin, yet not being able to discern where or how he would stroke her next, gave her the freedom to abandon any sense of inhibition.

New possibilities for this encounter formed in her mind. Since this had all the makings of a one night stand, why shouldn’t she explore a few new avenues? He seemed adventurous. Most of the men that attracted her were. Why not turn up the temperature and do something totally decadent?

His mouth blazed a trail of fire down her neck to the top of her breast. “God, you taste good,” he murmured, “just like I imagined.” All the while, his hands moved in hypnotic circles along her hips and across her back.

She pulled away, gasping for breath. “I need a moment.”

He stiffened and his hands stilled, but his lips continued to graze across her breasts just above the neckline of her gown. “You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”

She caught a note of desperation in his growl and hurried to re-assure him. “Of course not.” She threaded her fingers through his hair and massaged the nape of his neck. “I just had an idea. Can anyone outside see inside? I mean, if you were to turn the light on?”

“You want the light on?” His hand moved, and she reached to stop it.

“Wait. Just answer me. Can anyone see inside if it’s on?”

His hesitation sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. Nick wasn’t stupid. He had to know what she was thinking.

“No.” That one word held a world full of interest, which encouraged her to proceed with what she hoped wasn’t too outrageous of a seduction.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Wait a minute and you’ll find out.”



NICK AT NIGHT is available  at Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Ellora's Cave.

Announcing My Upcoming Release

I'm thrilled to announce that NICK AT NIGHT will be released July 6th.

When Mia goes home with a handsome, mysterious stranger after her best friend's wedding, she's expecting a one-night stand, nothing more. But Nick's heated caresses and seductive smile manage to wend their way into her heart. Too bad she's got more pressing matters-like a big promotion she's been working toward for years.


As for Nick . . . He's head over heels after one night with the intoxicating, fun-loving, sexually adventurous Mia, and her sexy tattoo, but his years of corporate raidership have come back to haunt him. He's stunned to find out that by day Mia is straight-laced Maria, and that his feelings for her-and his dreams for a long, hot future between them-are going to be put to a difficult test.

Mix one woman's white-hot arousal, and one man's devilish determination and a scorching tattoo in a most startling place and wait for the fireworks!


It is part of the "Pricked" series at Ellora's Cave. And no, the series title is not a reference to the hero's personality. J All of the stories in the series contain some reference to tattoos. There is a Reader Advisory attached to the story due to Mia inadvertantly stumbling upon a f/m/f ménage. I hope you enjoy Mia and Nick's adventure!


NICK AT NIGHT is available through pre-order at Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Ellora's Cave.



Finding Sean Now Available on Amazon Kindle

and B&N Nook

Years ago, Jennifer Gilbert rejected Sean O’Connell because she could no longer tolerate the ménage relationship with him and another woman. She wanted Sean all to herself.


Now the tables have turned. When Sean finds Jennifer again in “Finding Jen,” the first book in the “Lost and Found” series, the only way he can have her is to share her with the other man she loves.

In “Finding Sean” the second book in the “Lost and Found’ Series, Sean’s tolerance of Rick, the other man, turns to interest, and then more. No one is more surprised than Sean. Now the love triangle is unraveling. Jennifer and Sean must search their hearts and decide once and for all what or who they are willing to give up for love.

I hope you enjoy the following excerpt:

“So who are you waiting for?” asked a squeaky voice directly behind Jennifer Gilbert.

Startled, Jen dropped the mail. “Oh, Mrs. Levitz, I didn’t hear you.”

Jen’s landlady reached up and shook her finger in Jen’s face. “You should pay more attention to your surroundings. I could have been a mugger or something even worse. You should never let your guard down. It’s not safe.”

Jen nodded and bent to pick up the mail, knowing it was useless to disagree with anything the woman said. Mrs. Levitz had an annoying habit of sneaking up on people and listening to their conversations, then dispensing unwanted advice. But Jen loved the old brownstone where she lived, and if Mrs. Levitz’s advice was the price she had to pay to stay here then she’d gladly put up with it.

She, Sean, and Rick rented the three apartments on the third floor although they spent most of their time in Jen’s. It was easier than trying to explain to Mrs. Levitz why all of them were living together. Besides, they needed the space. As far as Jen could tell, they’d kept their arrangement secret from the nosy woman. The less she knew the better.

“So you’re going out to dinner with the dark one. Do you think you can change him?” Even though Sean and Rick had been tenants for over six months, the landlady persisted in referring to them as “the dark one” and “the light one” as if they were some sort of superhero duo.

Jen shoved the mail into her portfolio handbag and stood. “Change him?” What on earth was she babbling about?

“You know, change him. Make him like girls.” Mrs. Levitz gave Jen a conspiratorial wink. “I noticed his boyfriend, the light one, he didn’t come back from vacation with him. Maybe they got tired of each other.”

“His boy -- are you saying Sean O’Connell and Rick Evans are gay?” Jen didn’t know whether to burst out laughing or blast her with some righteous indignation. She settled for innocent curiosity. Just what kind of gossip was the woman spreading?

“Well, you know they moved in at the same time, and I hear them talking on the stairs, their voices real low when they come and go. How come you didn’t spot it? You’re always going out with them. What do you think? Which one’s the girl?”

“Mrs. Levitz! That’s utterly ridiculous. I know for a fact they are both healthy, heterosexual men. No one’s the girl. How can you even think that?”

“Are ya sure? I mean, they both go out of town a lot, too. Do you think they go to a secret rendezvous place together?” Mrs. Levitz asked hopefully as if hating to give up the idea of two gay men as her tenants.

“I can assure you, Mrs. Levitz…” a frosty baritone voice said from the staircase “…I am not now…nor have I ever been…gay.”

Jen cringed at the icicles dripping from his words. Of all people for Mrs. Levitz to consider gay, homophobic Sean O’Connell should have been the last. Why, he even freaked out if Rick brushed against him while they were having a three-way. How much had he heard? Oh please, don’t let him have heard the part about being the girl.


Coming Soon – “Finding Rick, the third book in the “Lost and Found’ Series.


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