The second novella in the Frosty’s Snowmen series is out now!
You can get A Kiss From Kringle here –
If you missed the first novella A Touch Of Frost you can find out about Jack HERE!
Flirty, Dirty…And Dangerous.
December 9, 2015
June 11, 2015
June 9, 2015
Photo Opportunity and Ask Adam are once again available at your favorite e-bookstore.
And …you can get both books in one easy to download box set.
What’s a man in love with his best friend supposed to do?
Daniel Tanner’s tired of being loved like the proverbial brother. He wants his best friend, Amy Morgan, to burn with the same desire he feels for her. But Amy’s been hurt one time too many, and she’s given up on love. Now it’s up to Daniel to vanquish her fears. He’s about to initiate a series of escapades that will have Amy falling into his arms—and his bed.
When Amy’s trusted buddy kisses her, her once-ordered world is thrown into disarray. She never meant to fall for her best friend, but she’s finding the taste of his lips and the touch of his hands irresistible.
Daniel may be gorgeous, charming and sexy as a pinup model, but he’s also commitment phobic. If Amy trusts her already-bruised heart to him, she’s sure he’ll leave it—and their friendship—shattered in a million pieces.
Warning: It’s not just Daniel’s kisses Amy finds irresistible. It’s his…well, his everything! And when everything’s irresistible, passion has a way of blazing out of control—in the sexiest possible ways.
(This book has been previously published. It has been extensively edited for re-release.)
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The Tanners, Book 2
Can he learn to love again?
Lexi Tanner’s got a major problem: AJ Riley, the man she’s about to approach for a hefty donation, turns out to be the stranger she shared a night of steamy sex with less than a week past. She’ll do anything to raise money for a children’s charity—anything except sell herself. So how can she ask AJ for money without it seeming like he’s paying for sexual favors?
Adam Riley’s tragic past prevents him from loving again. He’s been there, done that and has the psychological scars to prove it. Now Lexi’s threatening to break through his emotional defenses. Her presence may be a thousand-volt jump start to his libido, but he’s reluctant to trust her.
Adam has to make a choice: either protect his battered heart and lock Lexi out of his life, or follow his instincts and give love—and life—another chance. The problem is, he has no idea which one he desires more.
Warning: When a tortured alpha hero attempts to fight his feelings for a compassionate and beautiful heroine, sparks are gonna fly. And when the sparks fly between Adam and Lexi, there is no way to turn down the heat.
(This book has been previously published. It has been extensively edited for re-release.)
April 18, 2015
Party of Three
Spencer Allen’s quest for true love just hit a brick wall—his best mate, Levi Barret. Their mutual lust for the same woman could spell the end of their friendship…or the beginning of a whole new relationship.
Table for Two
James Elliot never meant to barge into his friend’s bedroom, but now that he’s caught an eyeful of Olivia Taylor, butt-naked, he can’t seem to imagine her any other way. Nor does he want to. James is about to change the dynamics of their relationship – and all Liv can do is hold on for the wild, sexy ride
Dinner at Eight
It’s been eighteen months since Ava Torres last saw her best friend, Jared Thurston. In that time she’s been married, separated and gone to hell and back as a wife. Now Jared is back in Sydney, and he’s determined to prove that true love doesn’t just exist in fairy tales. If Ava is willing to fight for it, together they can find their very own happy ever after.
Warning: Contains all the red-hot action you’d expect from a Jess Dee romance, including MF romance and MFM loving. Oh, and includes a group of friends you’re gonna find yourself falling hard for. You may even wish you were a member of the Sunday Night Dinner Club.
April 7, 2015
I stumbled upon a great hashtag on twitter today whilst glancing at my phone intermittently as I supervise the children during school holidays (hey I deserve to look at my phone. I sat through an entire movie of Spongebob this morning that I’m certain lowered my IQ significantly). It’s called #NonWritersSay and it’s all about the things that, well, non-writers often say to authors, the things that the non-writers—bless them—have no idea are actually incredibly insulting.
It’s now the 3rd highest trending item on twitter, not because writers do nothing but fart around on twitter (although we’d all confess to latching onto any and every distraction when the MS isn’t going well), but because there’s this deeply-rooted painful ball of frustration and near insane anger that lives inside us, a ball that sits tight in our stomachs and gets bigger and bigger every time somebody makes some (often well meaning, many times simply callous) remark about what we do and why it’s easy/not relevant/stupid or pointless.
To be clear nobody’s saying ALL non-writers say these things. We know there are so many of you out there, especially our lovely loyal readers, who appreciate what we do and may even admire it. I don’t even need or especially want admiration (but hell it never hurts), but what I would like is a bare modicum of respect, the same kind of respect bankers get for being bankers, or lawyers get for knowing the law, or even that waitresses get for delivering meals (I bet they never get asked to deliver the meals for free because it’s not like waitressing is real work now, is it?)
So just for the hell of it and because I haven’t done a top five in quite a while, I thought I’d give you all my top five unintended insults from non-writers who—again I say bless ‘em—are completely missing the damn point.
1. “Oh, you’re a writer? I don’t read books”
I can’t even overstate how :0 my face becomes at this one. Not only to encounter somebody who is literate, has the capability to read but CHOOSES NOT TO READ BOOKS (are these pod people?), but to meet somebody so insensitive to your feelings that they basically dismiss your passion—what was the passion of Hemmingway and Austen and the Bronte Sisters—as something not even worth their time (I mean, not even one book a year people? NOT ONE?). Not only that, but they’re the kind of people who TELL YOU THIS TO YOUR FACE. Do artists get this? “Oh you’re an artist? I don’t look at paintings. Saving my eyes for something more important.” What about plumbers? “Oh you’re a plumber? I don’t use toilets. I shit in the woods. Plumbers are completely pointless and irrelevant.”
Like I said. Pod people. Pod people who shit in the woods like bears and don’t read books
(original quote tweeted by @allisonmaruska, but I have heard this many times myself)
2. Would I have read anything you’ve written? Me: do you read ebooks? Them: oh no. I only read real books.
I can’t help but wonder if these people also play Angry Birds, or do they always have to break out the traditional version of Monopoly and dust it off before they consider they’re playing a ‘real game’. Is the point of playing games to touch the Monopoly board? To physically move the pieces around the board? Or is it to have fun? Pass the time? Challenge yourself and your friends? Give you something to take your mind off a shitty day.
Guess what? Stories, like games or movies or music, can do all those things. Even when they’re read from a screen. The essence of the experience doesn’t change, only the method of delivery. I totally understand that not everybody has the technology to comfortably read ebooks. I have no problem at all with that. What I do have a problem with is somebody telling me that ebooks are not ‘real’ books.
Again it’s like saying that what I do is irrelevant. Pointless. Not real.
3. “I haven’t read any of your books but I want to. There’s just so much available for free though. Are any of yours going to be free?”
I don’t know what to tell ya. I’m sorry I feel I have the right to charge for something that took months of my life to get right, for something I did that ate into family time, that I slogged away at from 5am til 7am before I got my kids ready for school and then had to head to my day job, something that caused me countless hours of angst. I’m sorry you feel that a story that will give you hours of entertainment (hopefully!) isn’t worth what you pay for your daily Grande Skinny Mochachinno that you sip on the way to work and don’t even notice the flavor of anyway. I mean, that thing costs $6 and it took the barrista all off 1 minute and 45 seconds to make it. But my book that I spent six months on? Nah. You just wait for that to come out for free one day. Otherwise I’m just robbing you blind
(coffee to book price comparison idea thanks to @sonyacraig15)
4. “Oh you write romance? But you’re good enough to write a real book.”
I know when people say this it’s meant as a compliment. They’re trying to say that I’m a good writer. That I could find a more mainstream audience for my work. That I don’t have to waste my time writing fluffy little books that only borderline illiterate housewives read. I mean I could be read by reviewers from the Sydney Morning Herald if I put my mind to it (which clearly, I have not been doing thus far because the Herald hasn’t noticed me). Yep, all I need to do is apply myself and I could write something respectable. Since I’m already applying myself between the hours of 5am and 7am writing books that actually make me and my readers happy, I suppose I could find this extra time to impress the Board of Wanky Literati Snobs between 3 am and 4:55am. Who needs sleep? The deprivation will probably give me the gloomy frame of mind necessary to write something depressing and gritty that educated people would find worthy of their consideration.
Perfect plan really. Maybe I will write a ‘real’ book one day
5. “You should get them to make a movie out of your book”
@Whitcummings on twitter said it best
“I’ll get right on that. “Directors! Producers! Get your asses over here.”
This one belongs right up there with “You should write a bestseller”, as the best advice Captain Obvious ever gave. Why don’t more writers think of that? Just get a movie deal FFS! I could kiss those early mornings goodbye that’s for sure. Maybe I could even meet Bradley Cooper.
Hmm. Bradley Cooper…. *stares into space like Homer Simpson*
Wait. What was I saying again?
Oh right. A movie deal. I’m going to start EL Jamesing the shit out of that idea. It’s got to be super easy to get ‘them’ to make a movie out of my erotic romance novel.
Oh gosh, there are so many more of these I could do but it’s not a top five if I do ten. Perhaps I’ll do a part 2 next week if the sarcasm hasn’t made anyone drop dead yet.
(and thank you so much <3 to all the readers out there who know what we do and appreciate it, and even more, PAY for our books. We <3 <3 <3 you!)
March 25, 2015
The second wave of Dare to Love Kindle World books has been released! These are special books exclusive to Kindle’s Dare to Love world, created by the one and only Carly Phillips. I’m so thrilled to be one of the Dare to Love authors.
My story is about an Australian Rules football player, now recruited to the NFL, who falls for his publicist. It’s a fun, flirty and sexy romp that Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews has called “a shining example of good things that come in small packages!” and “beyond hot”.
Publicist Abby Lehman likes her job—until she finds herself working as a glorified babysitter for cocky-as-the-devil NFL star Sam Cormack. Sam is unpredictable, unruly, impossible—and also impossibly sexy. It has taken all Abby’s willpower to keep from throwing herself at him like one of his groupies. When her boss insists she accompany Sam to a black tie restaurant opening, things heat up even further. And when she finds out Sam has also been lusting after her she throws caution to the wind and indulges in a hot tryst with him that threatens her career as well as her heart.
Sam knows he screwed up with Abby and curses his impulsive nature. Making love to her was something he’d wanted for a long time, but he should have taken things slower with her, made sure they got to know each other. Now she thinks he only wants her for sex, just when Sam’s realizing she’s the first woman to make him want the real deal in a long time.
Can he make her believe he’s ready to put his playboy days behind him and start something real with his Miss Right?
TWICE AS DARING is available exclusively through Amazon US. If you’re from outside the US there are some instructions on my blog that detail how you can switch your country to US temporarily in order to get the Kindle Worlds books. If you don’t own a Kindle, you can download the Kindle ap to read Amazon books on any device you like. I did it on my phone and it was super easy! Just head to your ap store and search for the Kindle ap.
Do you want to read an exerpt of Twice as Daring? Hope so, because here it is:
Keys in hand, Abby swung around to face him for the first time since she’d exited his car. She’d thought he was angry with her for ruining his evening. But now that she looked—really looked—at him she read something different in his expression. Frustration, yes. Annoyance, definitely. Yet there was something more driving it, something…
“Did you just say…”
“Wank material.” Sam winced. “That’s way too coarse, but it’s the truth. I’ve been as hard as a flagpole since the second I saw you hours ago, when we were both standing right here. All the blood rushing in that direction has made my brain pretty useless. Scott had to stop me ripping off the arms of that guy who hit on you. Hell, I almost ripped Scott’s arms off.”
Abby watched, stunned, as Sam ran his hands over his face and through his hair.
“Why?” she asked, needing him to say it. “Why did you feel that way?”
“Because I’m a jerk.” He smiled that self-deprecating smile. “And a hypocrite. I’ve been picturing you naked for weeks, but I don’t like it when other men do it.”
Abby sank back against the door because her legs suddenly turned to jelly. Sam had been lusting after her? He was jealous over her? Her heart thundered, damn near rattling her rib cage. Nerves made her mouth dry out and she instinctively licked her lips.
Sam’s gaze caught the action. His suddenly intense focus made her heart knock harder against her sternum, when Abby wouldn’t have thought that possible. She opened her mouth to say something, to ask him why, or when, or how on earth a man who could have any woman in the world had taken an interest in her, but all that came out was his name on a moan full of longing that was far too revealing. “Sam.”
He responded with a groan and one purposeful stride forward. The next thing Abby knew, she was in his arms, her lips melting beneath his as he took her mouth in a savage kiss. She snaked her arms around his neck, opening for him, offering herself. Giving away the secret of her desire that she’d fought so hard to hide. It was all out in the open now. He couldn’t misinterpret the way she kissed him with such pent-up hunger. She’d wanted him for long torturous weeks and now he knew it.
But he was kissing her the exact same way, as though he was starved for the taste of her. Abby’s heart soared at the knowledge. Big, sexy, stud-and-a-half Sam Cormack wanted her. The thought was delicious, and it increased her arousal tenfold. Her breasts ached where they were pressed against the hard wall of Sam’s chest and wetness gathered between her legs.
There was no going back to a place of sensibility now. Abby didn’t want to.
“Abs.” Sam pulled back enough so they could both breathe, but he couldn’t seem to stop sampling her lips in frantic little bites. “Abs. Fuck. I want you.”
He was a client. Sleeping with him could screw up her career. He was a player who could break her heart if she let him. Yet his raw, honest confession destroyed whatever was left of her sense of responsibility.
He can only hurt you if you let him into your heart, Abby. Which you won’t. And you’ll only wreck your career if you lose your head.
Abby unwound her arms from around Sam’s neck and unfurled her clenched fist. She’d held onto her keys so tightly they’d made red marks on her palm. She selected the door key and turned around to insert it into the lock.
The note of uncertainty in his query made her heart flutter. She wondered if it wasn’t already too late to keep her emotions intact where Sam was concerned. Sex for the sake of it, without love or the potential for it, was not something she’d ever tried. But it couldn’t be that hard, right? Men could do it.
Sam could do it.
Why not her?
Keep your heart and head together, that’s all you have to do.
Abby pushed open the door and stepped inside her apartment. Then she turned and met Sam’s gaze with a smile. “Aren’t you coming in?”
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