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Friday, November 30th, 2012

Christmas came a little early! Light Me Up is available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords and All Romance eBooks (click the link to go to the Books page for buy links).

Still waiting for it to appear on Kobo and iBooks. 


Update: It’s now available on Kobo, iBooks, and in print from Amazon.

Thursday, November 29th, 2012
Light Me Up

So have you been good all year? Yes? Well, where’s the fun in that? ;)

Whether you’ve been naughty or nice this Christmas, you’re getting a present from me and some of my awesome author friends. Olivia Cunning, Cari Quinn, Stephanie Julian, Raven Morris and myself have all joined forces to bring you A VERY NAUGHTY XMAS. As you might have heard, my contribution to this anthology is a sexy little number called “Light Me Up,” wherein I give you a glimpse into a very special Christmas for Brian and Candace of Rock Me. The back blurb reads: “She’s hoping for a little sparkle in her stocking this year. He’s planning a night that’s anything but silent.”

You should be able to buy this in ebook format from all the retailers on Monday. Also, there’s a print edition coming, but I don’t have an ETA on that yet. I’ll keep you updated.

In the meantime, here’s a tiny glimpse to whet your appetite…


Their apartment—his apartment that she’d moved into not long after they got together—was a sight for sore eyes. Decorated mostly with his art and a few of her girly touches, it was small but she considered it the first real home she’d ever had. Her parents’ house was like a museum: gigantic, cold, and while you could look, you could never, ever touch. Her first apartment had been paid for with their money and while she’d decorated it herself, it had been under her mother’s critical eye. But Sylvia had never stepped foot here, and probably never would. That was fine with Candace.

She moved around turning on lamps and then plugging in the lights on their Christmas tree. Brian started some music.

“So ready to get out of this dress,” she said, heading for the bathroom to do just that.

“I’m ready too,” Brian called after her, giving her a shiver of happiness.

“Want to help?”

“You know it.”

She flipped on the bathroom light and curled her lip at her appearance. “I suppose that’s a part of the plan you have for me tonight?”

“A big part.” He appeared behind her, and she smiled at his reflection in the mirror.

“Want to clue me in yet?”

Without giving a reply, he slid his hands up her bare arms, leaving gooseflesh in their wake, then pulled the straps of her dress down. “You’ll put your hair back up for me?”

“Of course. You just like messing it up, don’t you?”

“I do, but not this time.” A tug at the back of her dress, then a loosening as he pulled down the zipper. She stood still as he let the fabric slip down her body and pool at her feet, glad to be rid of it. In short order, her strapless bra followed, leaving her naked since he’d demolished her panties in her old bathroom.

She watched in the mirror as his gaze slowly slid down and up again, seeming to caress her every curve and lingering on his favorite ones: her breasts and nipples with their silver rings. His fingers lightly traced around her waist to her belly, hands forming a V as he moved them down to the bare juncture of her thighs. He watched the slow progression intently, and she loved watching him. Before she knew it, her breath was coming in shallow pants as arousal tightened her muscles under his seeking fingers.

“I’m going to draw you like this,” he said, and her knees went weak. Again.

Monday, November 12th, 2012

What a wild ride the last week has been! Leave Me Breathless has performed so far beyond my expectations that I’m…well, left breathless! Right now, it’s at #7 in the Kindle store. Not in Contemporary, not in Romance, but over-freaking-all. How unbelievable is that!

I’m overjoyed that it’s doing so well. The only problem with this success is that I don’t think I can single-handedly answer all of the various correspondence I’ve received, as I’m also working WILDLY on a project. More on that later. I hope you can understand. What I decided to do is address the most frequently asked questions I’ve received here in one place, and maybe if you see these questions brought up elsewhere, at Goodreads or Facebook and such, you can get the word out for me. Or just keep it to yourself and be in the know. ;)

The main questions I’ve received are “Why no epilogue for Leave Me Breathless?” and “What’s next for you?” — and of course a statement: “Please write more in this series!” I can pretty much answer all of those together.

The reason there isn’t a prologue in LMB is the same reason there isn’t one in Rock Me. I’m not through with these guys! Gabriella’s book is next–you’ll see a lot of Brian and Candace in that one. A lot of Evan and Kelsey, too.  It’ll kind of wrap up all their stories. Ghost and Macy…well, they were a monkey wrench tossed into the Ross siblings, but I’ll probably cook up something for them too–though I doubt it will be a full novel. Another reason is that I’m just not ready to send these guys down the aisle yet. I’m *certainly* not ready to give them babies. I love them carefree, spontaneous and without responsibility…and babies kinda take that away. Sorry, but they do! :) So I wouldn’t look for that. Evan and Kelsey were more than ready for a kid. These guys…I can’t even wrap my head around the thought at the moment.

Now, about that mystery project I mentioned. It’s a Christmas novella starring Brian and Candace. It will appear in an anthology with several other FABULOUS authors. The best part? We’re desperately trying to move this thing out to you guys NEXT WEEK for the Thanksgiving holiday. Awesome, right? The title I’m kicking around is “Light Me Up.” It just jumped out at me from a bit of cute dialogue they share. Oh, how I love these guys. I’m really excited about this; I hope you are, too.

As for what’s next beyond the Ross siblings…well, I’m not sure! But I’ll definitely keep you updated.

Any other Q’s, just leave them in comments and I’ll *try* to get to them. Once this novella is finished, I’ll have some breathing room. I’ll be forever grateful to you guys for all your support. I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday season!


Sunday, September 2nd, 2012
Reunite With Some Old Friends

We’re only a little over two months away from the release of Leave Me Breathless! In celebration, I thought I’d unveil another excerpt for you. By popular demand, this one includes Brian. ;) But be warned it also includes the one scene in which Evan and Kelsey from Unleashed appear, so if you’d like to save that and savor it when the book releases, you might stay away from this one. (But don’t worry, there’s plenty more Brian!)

If you just can’t wait, then by all means, enjoy!


It had been three days, and he hadn’t heard a word out of her. Ghost might as well face it; she was a girl who stuck to her guns. He admired that. He mostly stuck to his too, except when it came to her, the gun he stuck to was perpetually cocked and ready to fire.

One excellent thing about his Saturday night was that Gus actually dragged in to practice, cohesively, no less, and they’d just about blown the roof off the house. They’d even started a bunch of new material. Seemed both the axmen had a lot of aggression to work out, and the rest of the guys had stepped up and added their respective flavors too. Even Mark had been happy. Neighbors had complained. It was an incredible feeling, what he lived for. By the time he left, he was still juiced up.

With nowhere to go and nothing to do. So he swung by Dermamania, thinking what a loser he must be to go to his workplace to hang out on his night off.

Nah. It just meant he had an awesome job.

“You know, if you’re so fuckin’ bored, I’ve got plenty you can do,” Brian said as Ghost made his entrance.

“Ooh. I’m sure you do, loverboy.”

“Jesus. I guess I left myself wide open for—shit, that’s no good either.”

Laughter erupted from artists and clients alike. “You know I can’t go a single night without you, Bri-baby. Is Candace not here? You and I can slip in your office and—”

“Please!” Starla cried. “Spare us.”

“You know you love it, my little voyeur.” Starla grinned as if to say there was no use denying it. Ghost hoisted himself up on the counter at his station. “What’s going on tonight, kids?”

Brian shook his head. “Nothing here. Work, home, sleep.”

“Come on, man. It’s Saturday night.”

“Says the guy who hasn’t been here all day.”

“Old ass.”

He laughed at that. “I’m no older than you are, dude.”

“He’s just domesticated now,” Starla said.

“Poor strapped bastard. Where is the domesticator, anyway?”

“Across the street at the coffee shop.” Brian glanced up at him. “With Macy.”

Shit. The pause had been so unnecessary, as were the little grins that passed among the others. Ghost could only hope he kept his expression bland and uninterested.

“Oh yeah? And here I was hoping you were gonna tell me they were in your office in the sixty-nine.” Good. That sounded like something he would say.

“You wish.” Brian’s eye was caught by something outside the front windows. “Hell. It’s my brother.”

Ghost followed his gaze out to see Evan Ross and his wife Kelsey striding quickly through the light rain. Brian waited until Evan had pulled open the door before cupping a hand to his mouth and shouting toward the back, “Hey! Hide all the crack!”

Ghost laughed while he considered bolting. He didn’t have one reason to be concerned that a state prosecutor was walking into his place of business, but Evan had a way of making them all feel like they had something to hide. Even when he was in jeans instead of a suit, the dude wore authority. He couldn’t help it.

They laughed good-naturedly at Brian’s joke, Kelsey walking over to give her brother-in-law a hug. Evan glanced around the shop with his all-too-assessing gaze, nodding at Ghost when he caught his eye. Always good to have friends in high places. Even if you never actually cared to see those friends.

“To what do I owe the dubious honor?” Brian asked, hopping up to sit on the counter as Evan turned back to him.

“Kelsey wants to get my name tattooed on her ass,” he said, earning himself a smack on the arm and his wife’s laughter.

And he could be pretty laid back too.

“Can’t a guy visit his kid brother?” Evan asked once she’d subsided.

“Not if he insists on calling him kid brother.”

“You should realize by now he only does it to annoy you,” Kelsey said. “Where’s Candace?”

“Off somewhere smoking up. Or mainlining. Or she might be getting coffee across the street. Where’s Alex?”

“At Mom’s,” Evan said. “We’re having the rare date night…though they might get more plentiful the closer we get to moving. She’s trying to soak up all the baby-time she can.”

“And so you come by to…get your name tatted on Kelsey’s ass? Ev on one cheek and an on the other, right?”

Kelsey was turning redder than her cherry-red sweater, covering her mouth in her laughter. Evan shook his head. “You are all kinds of wrong.”

“Hey,” Starla piped up, “I just had an idea. You should name your next baby boy Kevin. It would be like a combination of both your names.”

Brian’s upper lip curled. “That’s lame. God, you’re lame, Star.”

“We actually thought of that before we settled on Alex,” Kelsey said, putting her hands on her hips in mock offense.

“That’s because you’re both sappy dorks.”

“Ha. You talk smack, but we’ve all learned how sappy you can be too. It’s only a matter of time before you have Candace’s name on your ass,” Evan said.

“Can I say for the record that I always throw out very strong hints to my clients that they should not tattoo a significant other’s name onto their bodies? It’s their skin; they can do what they want. But I don’t care how long they’ve been together or how solid it looks. It never fails they’ll be back here a few weeks later, sobbing to me that they want it covered up. Sometimes I swear you need to be a licensed counselor to go into this business.”

“Aw, come on, Bri,” Kelsey said. “You wouldn’t get a tattoo of Candace’s name? Even a little one? I know you would.”

He grinned. “Oh, I’ve already got it, but it’s somewhere you can’t see.”

“Too much information, Brian,” Evan said as the room erupted in sounds of disgust.

Brian put a hand over his chest. “On my heart.”

This time the gagging sounds were even louder.

“That is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard!” Kelsey cried over it all.

“Are you slackin’ off or what, dude?” Brian asked Evan. “Here I am, having to give your wife her romantic thrills and all.”

“Don’t let him snow you,” Evan said, drawing Kelsey close to his side. But even he had a grin on his face.

“I always knew Brian was a closet romantic,” she said. “I called it a long time ago, didn’t I? It just took the right woman to bring him out.”

Evan dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose, smiling down into her eyes. “Isn’t that all it ever takes?”

“All right, get a room. And no more talk of me being romantic in here.” Brian plucked at the front of his T-shirt. “I have an image to uphold.”

Ghost had sat watching the rampant mushiness in speechless dismay. Macy’s words in the car the other night came back to haunt him, when she’d said that sometimes things work out. He wished he could believe that for himself. Looking at the two relationships represented here, Brian’s and Evan’s, he could almost have hope. Of course, both of them were still in their infancy stages in the grand scheme of things. But he was beginning to realize he would be more surprised if Brian and Candace didn’t work out than if they did. In all the years he’d known him, Ghost had never seen his friend this way. And if Evan and Kelsey ever busted up…well, it would shake up the entire town.

He’d never felt deserving of it himself. He considered himself a confident-enough guy, but what in the ever-loving fuck could possibly be so appealing about him that another person would want to spend the rest of her life with him? He didn’t get it. Like Gus, he was fucked up, only in different ways. And look what Gus’s girl kept putting him through.

Candace and Macy took that moment to sweep in the front door, both laughing about something, but Macy’s vibrant smile faltered a bit when she saw him. Not in disappointment, though. Her eyes brightened. He didn’t know why or how, but he got the impression her heart had leaped into her throat. His had. Or maybe he was just fucking delusional where she was concerned. Nonetheless, he returned what smile she managed for him.

Kelsey and Candace rushed into a hug, both trilling with delight at seeing each other. Macy greeted Kelsey and Evan warmly, but Ghost didn’t miss her gaze sliding over to him every few seconds. Because he couldn’t stop looking at her.

Her cheeks, all flushed with the bite of cold. He remembered them flushed from arousal. Her bright hazel eyes—maybe he’d put the light there; it hadn’t been there the first night he’d seen her before their interlude in his car.

She was one of those girls who remarkably had a different hairstyle every time he saw her. Sometimes curly, sometimes long and sleek, sometimes in a variety of stylishly sloppy updos. Tonight it was simple—one dark sweep tucked behind both ears under her off-white knit cap. Her ears were slightly pink too, and what he wouldn’t give to take her home and warm her up…

Goddamn, she was out of his league.


Sunday, January 15th, 2012
Well, THAT was unpleasant, but this is not!

Some of you might have noticed the site took a little vacation for a couple of weeks. My web host, Janus Portal–also home to a lot of other romance author sites–was hit by a nasty hacker and most of us were down for quite a while. Hopefully all is in working order, but if you find anything still wonky, please let me know.

Also, if you sent me an email during that time, most likely it was lost since my email is through my host. I apologize. If I didn’t reply, it’s not that I’m ignoring you; it’s that I didn’t get it. I can always be found on my Twitter or Facebook, so you can always hit me up there too.

Thanks so much for your patience through that ordeal. As celebration for my site coming back, I thought I’d share some man candy. ;) Now, usually, I don’t have any celebs in mind when I write my characters. I didn’t have any in mind when I wrote Brian. Candace sort of became Jordan Lloyd from Big Brother because I was finishing up writing the book while her season was on. Cute, blonde, southern, sweet. Yep, Candace. But Brian? Nope, he was himself. But shortly after Rock Me released, a reader sent me a message letting me know she imagined him looking like Toryn Green, who used to be the lead singer of Fuel. She attached a pic. I have to say I agreed. And then I found THIS pic. And…OMG. I thought he was SO Brian in this picture, from the cap, to the hair, to the EYES–he just needs more tattoos and piercings, of course (though he does have some pretty cool ambigram tats), and he’s a little too clean shaven for Brian. But yeah. This is about as close as it gets, really, at least in my head.

I feel this is sufficient explanation for why poor Candace’s mind was short-circuiting much of the time. Hehe.

Now, about his sidekick, Ghost. I described him a certain way in Rock Me. As far as his description in the book, he has to stay the same. But damn, things go soooo much more smoothly in writing him when I imagine him as Adrian Patrick. Who is that, you ask? He’s the hooded guy in this video…

That’s Ghost and Macy’s song, incidentally. Mmm. Look at his hands. Look how he touches her. AUGH! It’s no surprise Ghost is wearing a hood in the first scene of his book. ;) And the best thing about Adrian is that he seems like a really cool guy. He wished me happy birthday on my Facebook page last year. Called me “Ms. Lynn.” HOW FREAKING AWESOME IS THAT? I nearly fell off my chair. Check out his band, Otherwise. They’re on the upswing!

This concludes a little peek into my inspiration of late. I hope you’ve enjoyed it. ;)

Sunday, December 11th, 2011
Okay, Guys!

This is probably the last Ghost/Macy scene you’ll have for a while, as it’s getting hard to find anything at this point that doesn’t give away stuff I’d rather keep under wraps. To set this up a little, this is a scene near the beginning. Our hero and heroine have just been caught by their friends in the backseat of his car outside a bar. They aren’t quite in a compromising position, but almost. ;-) Enjoy.

“Oh my God! Were you getting it on?” Candace shrieked loud enough for the entire parking lot to hear as soon as Seth pushed the door open.

“Well, not anymore, thank you. Jesus, what kind of friend are you?”

Macy threw back her head and giggled. It must look really bad, with her straddling him like this, but at least they’d stopped when they did. Except…dammit! She’d never put her panties back on. That God his hoodie was big enough to hide anything that might still be on display.

“Is it safe?” Brian asked from an area near the back of the car.

“Yes, they’re clothed, at least.”

He appeared next to his girlfriend. “Hey, man, we’re ready to jet. But Candace’s car has a dead battery. Do you have cables?”

“Do I have cables. You know what’s pathetic? That you don’t have cables. Have I not taught you anything?”

Macy didn’t miss Candace’s little grin as she extricated herself from the car so Seth could get out. Immediately, she staggered on her weak knees, which she knew had very little to do with the beer she’d imbibed and everything to do with what he’d just done to her. Seth reached out to steady her, his knowing gaze holding hers for a moment longer than necessary. Cold air tickled the bare heat between her legs and she shuddered.

“You straight?” he asked. She nodded, suddenly feeling shy under the scrutiny of their friends. As she was about to glance away, she noticed the white writing on his black T-shirt, visible now that he wasn’t wearing his hoodie. It read Why can’t you all die and leave me alone?

Macy frowned. Jesus. Couldn’t take him anywhere. But then public appearances probably wouldn’t be part of this deal, anyway.

Any relationship between them would be founded on nothing but sex. Raw, hotter-than-hell sex. It was all they had, really—this blazing chemistry that turned all her once coherent thoughts into grainy mush.

Was there anything really wrong with that, though? All her life she’d prepared herself for The One, and subsequently examined each potential relationship only for its capacity to become something enduring. It didn’t have to be that way. Seth was a guy she wouldn’t want to be with long-term, and it was probably a good thing because he didn’t strike her as the relationship type anyway. But damn, he made her hormones growl.

Even now, her gaze clung to him. Maybe that had always been the case, but it was ten times worse at the moment. She was fidgety, empty, unsatisfied. Still aching, still trembling deep inside. She should’ve asked him what time he would get off, and if she could get him off soon after.

He and Brian set about their task of jumping off Candace’s car, and Macy found herself laughing with the other girls at their banter, especially when Ghost made the crack about Brian and Candace being so into each other even their vehicles were copulating. They had her car up and running in no time. Then the lovebirds spent a good five minutes saying their overly affectionate farewells, even though they were only parting for the few minutes it would take to drive back to their apartment in separate rides.

Damn. All her friends were going to go home and get laid. Macy was in for yet another long, lonely night if she didn’t do something. Seth had already grown exasperated with his friends’ exuberance and headed back to his car. She took a deep, fortifying breath and followed him.

He glanced back at her as he popped open the driver’s side door. Without hesitating, she walked up to him and put her arms around his neck. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked, sounding genuinely puzzled. Seriously?

“For making me feel a whole lot better.”

His mouth found her ear, sending a chill skittering down her spine when he flicked the lobe with his tongue. When he spoke, the warmth of his breath only intensified the sensation. “How ’bout I call you later tonight?”

Giddiness erupting inside her, she nodded into his shoulder, then stepped back and realized she was still wearing his hoodie. “Oh, here.” As her hand came up to take it off, he caught it with his own.

“Looks better on you. Stay warm.” So what if it had a big white skull with flaming eyes on the back and her fingers didn’t reach the end of the sleeves? It smelled like him, and that was so good she might just sleep in the damn thing from now on. With one final dazzling grin, he dropped into the driver’s seat. She’d begun to shuffle over to her friends when his voice called her back.

“Hey, Mace.”

Desperately trying to hide her own smile, she glanced back.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”


Sunday, December 4th, 2011
Parlor Chatter

Some of the most fun scenes to write in Ghost and Macy’s book are the highly mature, eloquent and intelligent conversations the guys have while they’re at work at Dermamania. I thought I would share a few clips of these with you on this warm, rainy December morning (at least where I am). :)

On the hottest chick in metal…

Inside, the usual heavy metal was playing at thankfully tolerable levels and the banter was flying fast and furious. Candace was nowhere in sight.

“…all directly out of your friggin’ minds,” Brian was saying without looking up from the tattoo he was working on.

“Dude, that woman ranks off the top of the fuckability scale,” the client under his needle said. Macy wasn’t sure if arguing with your tattooist in the middle of the process was the smartest thing one could do.

“Agreed,” one of the other artists—she thought they called him Tay—announced from across the room, where he was perched on a stool in front of the computer screen. “I’m staring at the evidence right now. I’d hit it like a big rig with no brakes.”

“She’s hot, okay, but she’s got nothing on Maria Brink or Cristina Scabbia—” Brian took that moment to lift his head and address Tay, but his gaze landed right on Macy still standing near the door. “Oh, hey, Mace.”

She grinned. “Would you be having this discussion in front of your girlfriend?”

One corner of his mouth tugged upward and a dimple dug deep into his cheek. “She’s privy to the never-ending Hottest Chick in Metal debate, don’t worry. She knows she outshines them all.”

Awww,” the guys said in unison, breaking into laughter. Tay muttered something that sounded awfully like “pussy whipped.”

“Says the choad who has none,” Brian fired back.
On death metal:

(Brian) “Death growls bore me. Who wants to hear the Cookie Monster? Sing your fucking lyrics. Put some emotion behind it.”

(Ghost) “Aw, I’m sorry. Do you need a hug, emo boy? You know, you might want to cross your legs…your vagina is showing.”

“Suck my dick.”

“I know you’d like that, but Candace would have to return it first.”

On an unnamed crap movie:

(Ghost) “That movie fucking sucks, dude.”

(Brian) “Your face fucking sucks.”

“Seriously. I’ve never seen worse acting in a movie that didn’t show tits during the opening credits.”

They might not all make it to the final cut, of course; I’m just having a good time. The guys are a lot of fun, and they allow my inner teenaged boy to come out and play. Hee hee! :)

Have a great week, everyone!

Monday, August 15th, 2011

I just put all my books up at Kindlegraph! Pretty sweet. So if you want a Kindlegraph from me, just head on over and request one–or all!

Sunday, December 19th, 2010
What’s In a Name?

Ordinarily, I have my characters named before I start a book. For the most part. Changes do happen. Giving Ghost and Macy a story was unique in that I started it with absolutely no idea what his real name is. His nickname is sort of a stage name (there’s a reason he has that name in particular which I WON’T reveal yet, but it’s pretty awesome, hehe) and, among his circle of friends, it stuck. But since a few members of his family are involved in his story, and naturally Macy will want to *not* call him by his nickname during…erm, intimate moments, I had to pester him to tell me his real freaking name. I needed to know it fast. He’s not a real accommodating guy. But finally, he relented. So, if you wanna know, Ghost’s given name is… Read the rest of this entry »

Sunday, May 9th, 2010
Thank You!

As I’m writing this, Rock Me has been holding at #1 at MBaM since Wednesday night, and I’ve noticed Unleashed has peeked back in on the Contemporary bestseller list there. Rock Me is currently #5 in Romance at Mobipocket and Unleashed is #27.

I just want to thank each and every reader who has bought my books. I am so grateful to all of you and I thoroughly hope you’ve enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.

And to all the moms out there, have a very happy Mother’s Day!

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