Year: 2016 (page 2 of 6)

Latest release + new series launch

HEART OF FLAME is now available to buy on Kindle and to read for free in Kindle Unlimited, so I can take a three-year nap!

Just kidding, I have to write the next one now, so I don’t expect to get any sleep until late 2017. I’m still working on book 5 in the Wild Rites Saga, by the way! I know I’ve been saying that for months! I actually write pretty fast, but there have been two major delays: final rounds of editing for Heart of Flame so the publishers could get it out there, and a month-long bout of what we here in Oz call glandular fever and my friends and fans in the US call mononucleosis or, y’know, just mono. That was fun, guys! So much fun! I’m all better now, aside from not being able to climb stairs without getting winded, which thankfully doesn’t affect my writing pace any.

Oh yeah, the other reason book 5′s taking a while…it’s sort of…a lot longer? Like I don’t know how much longer than the previous books it’s going to be, but it’s shaping up to be kinda epic. I swear I thought I was setting out to write a lighter book! But what do I know, I’m just the author.

Okay, so this was meant to be a post about Heart of Flame and launching a new series and all I’ve done is talk about the other series – oops. Heart of Flame is kinda quirky, because while it’s very much a paranormal romance, there’s a distinctly urban-fantasy flavor to the world and the characters. So if romance isn’t usually your thing, but you don’t mind your urban fantasy with some hot not-fading-to-black sex scenes, then you might just like it.

Heart of Flame is the first in the Wayward Heart series, and I’ll be returning to LA’s paranormal underworld for subsequent books, with book 2 – Heart of Glass scheduled for release later this year. This series will alternate with the Wild Rites Saga, but the books are shorter (though still full length – with me, “short” means 300 pages instead of 500 :P) so there won’t be too much of a wait between books for either series.

That’s enough from me today! Blog posts will now return to their irregularly scheduled programming – look out for the Wednesday snippets starting up again next week. Xoxo

Heart of Flame Release Date!

Yes, I can fiiinally share that the first book in my new paranormal romance series is available for pre-order and will be released JULY 5TH. Thank gawd, the suspense was killing me. Here’s the preorder link: Heart of Flame on Amazon. And here’s the blurb and cover!

Former homicide detective Chuck Montiel didn’t believe in vampires until the night he was turned. Now he’s a deadly and powerful predator, struggling to hold onto his humanity, and his only chance at salvation is an offer from Branch Zero – a secret organization dedicated to keeping L.A.’s preternatural populace in check. Chuck can either help them track down a dangerous cult threatening the city or spend the rest of eternity under Branch Zero’s surveillance. He’s got no hope, no options, and nothing to lose. Until Misha dances into his bleak existence.

A half-seraph with the face of an angel and hands full of flame, Misha runs the Wayward Heart Hotel, a sanctuary for L.A.’s magical underworld. Branch Zero don’t approve of her or her methods. She and Chuck are on opposite sides of the law, but their connection is shocking and undeniable – they just have to survive long enough to understand it.

Heart of Flame novel cover

More of a sneak-peek at Heart of Flame

Guyyys my little paranormal romance novel is coming out soon. But I still can’t tell you when, so here’s something to nibble on until then.

Emotion and desire had stolen Misha’s voice, and for a long moment all she could do was stare at Chuck, breathing hard, tracing the hard planes of his face and the exquisitely sculpted line of his lips with her gaze.

He had no idea what he was. He’d been turned, his Broken sire had been rightly executed, and Branch Zero had scooped him up and done a spectacular job of convincing him he was nothing more than a useless, troublesome stray.

“Chuck, listen to me.” He frowned, his unblinking eyes never leaving hers, and she balled her fists in his shirt. “You are a vampire. I know it sucks in so many ways, and you don’t have to like it, but it’s what you are now. You’re the ultimate apex predator. You are fast and strong and deadly, but you are also beautiful and powerful and immortal. Your kind practically run half the world, and they use little more than their magic to do so, and the only reason they don’t run it all is because they’re too lazy to bother.” Chuck’s eyes had gone wide, and Misha tightened her grip on his shirt. “You think you have nothing because that’s what Branch Zero wanted you to think. The truth is, you could have almost anything you want, all you need is time and training in how to use the power you have now. But you have more than that too.” As he searched her face, Misha unfurled her fists and rested her hands on his shoulders. “You’re brave. And kind. And good.”

Chuck’s eyes blazed with some barely checked emotion, and his embrace turned to stone. “I’m not,” he whispered.

In his distress, his fangs had lengthened. Misha reached up to stroke one of the sharp tips, and he hissed, eyes going sharp with arousal. “You are,” she said gently. “Brave and kind and good. Also, your hands are extremely talented, a fact which I’ll admit I’ve thought about a lot these past twenty-four hours, and—”

The growl that escaped Chuck went straight through her, stopped her breath in her throat. His hands tightened on her. “Have you now.”

Misha’s stomach flipped. She knew he’d never hurt her, but that didn’t stop the surge of adrenaline as Chuck locked onto her with predatory focus. She managed to nod her head and make a vague affirmative noise, throat gone too dry for words. He drew her closer, wedging his torso between her knees, until her bunched-up skirt stopped him. With a distracted snarl he dropped both hands to her hips and went to push the skirts out of the way, his palms skimming her bare thighs. Sweet Mother, Misha thought, how could such a simple touch make her heart race even faster?

Then he stopped. He bowed his head, touching his forehead to hers, muscles in his neck and shoulders thrumming with tension. He breathed in, seeming to drink down her scent. “Misha?”

She let her fingers drift over those thick shoulders, marveling at the coiled strength in them. “Hmm?”

He pulled back. “Do you want this?”

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