Release day!

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Leigh Ann MacDonald finally gets her day! Will she get her man? Will Rick Evans get his girl…or his girlS. *hint-hint*

Okay, okay. Taunting my faithful readers isn’t very nice. I’m just a wee bit slap-happy after all the work that has gone into this book’s release. I know that you all have been very patient and I can’t thank you enough!

I’m working on the print edition of Finding Leigh now, but at this moment the ebook should be available at most retailers and I should have the print edition up, hopefully within a few days.

I love you guys!

And as for that girlS hint… Here’s another one.

A ghost emerges from Rick’s past, kidnapping the woman he loves and the leader of Dark Horse Inc. will stop at nothing to get her back.
Leigh Ann MacDonald values love and loyalty above all else. When Rick denies their attraction, he deals a callous blow to her tender heart, but their search for the little girl with no home brings them back together. Their passion grows, but when frustration mounts, can their love survive a race against time? Terror, multiplying obstacles, and a search for a missing girl—it’s time to call in Dark Horse Inc.

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Finding Leigh Excerpt

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I know this book has been a long time in the writing, but I can’t express how happy I am with the way it turned out!

~~Excerpt~~

When gunshots barked right outside the door, she dropped like a stone to the ground. She had no idea what caused the commotion, but she wanted nothing to do with it or any stray bullets. When the door opened and closed just a moment later, she held her breath. Fear sent her heart racing, fighting to get out of her chest.

Then she heard two magical words.

“Fuck. Me.”

It wasn’t the words so much as the weak, rasping voice that she recognized. Before her brain could tell her mouth to stop and be cautious, quiet, the stupid orifice opened.

“Rick?” For all she knew, she might be imagining things. She struggled to move, but in her haste, she fell.

Footsteps rushed over and then big hands were on her, turning her until she sat on her backside. Then in the murky darkness, she heard the voice that she’d worried might be gone forever. Rick’s. “Thank Christ. Are you okay?” She wanted to sob with relief, wanted desperately to wrap her arms around him and crush him to her.

Yet, she couldn’t. She was as helpless as a turtle on its back.

“I’m fine. Please tell me you have a knife?” Her head buzzed with a hundred questions, but their situation went above and beyond dire.

Low, a little bit gravely and a lot tired, he spoke into her ear. “Yeah. I do. Don’t move.” She ached to lean closer and absorb his presence, his everything. He cupped her ankles and examined the ties around her ankles.

His hands shook as he pulled out his knife.

“Rick. I—I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. Your leg? I—”

“Not now. And it’s not your fault. Never. Let’s concentrate on getting out of here alive. Okay?” He sounded so tired, utterly drained of his usual strength. He should be in a hospital bed, not running a Dark Horse rescue operation.

Speaking of which… Something didn’t add up.

“Rick. Where are the rest of the crew?” It might be Rick’s newly formed team, but considering the shape he was in, she didn’t think Trent would let him participate in a rescue mission. She might have only known him for a few months, but she knew enough about Trent Dawson to understand he would lock Rick down if he wasn’t up to a job.

His hands trembled on her legs. Alarmed, she looked at him closer. Was it the yellow tinted light casting the sickly hue to his skin? When sweat beaded on his forehead she feared it wasn’t. His breaths were short and shallow. He didn’t look up to walking out of the room on his own steam.

Not to mention her overprotective brother Joe who, at the minimum, would be right in the thick of things, if not barging in and taking over. Something stank to high heaven.

“Sweetheart, don’t move.” Despite the noticeable tremble in his hands, he positioned the blade with precision beneath the tie.

“Yeah. You already said that. What’s going on?” When he wouldn’t meet her eyes, her stomach sank.

His only response was to cut her bonds loose. A million pins and needles stabbed her legs. An excruciating rush of feeling returned to her lower limbs. It was all she could do not to cry out. The trembling in her muscles made Rick’s hands look like immovable granite. He sat the knife down and, starting at her ankles, tried to massage some feeling back into her legs.

Outside the room, one voice rose above the others. The one who’d taken charge and seemed the most capable had returned. “What the hell is going on here? Give me that fucking gun.”

All the other voices started talking at once, spilling a tangled story.

“Something’s up. The door to the utility room is locked. It was unlocked when I got here. I found the key. Don’t let anyone out, nobody fucking move until I get the lights back on. Not a fucking millimeter.”

“We gotta go, babe. We’re sitting ducks.”

“Okay.” The only thing she knew was that she had to trust Rick’s abilities.

He considered the window then he looked back to her. “It’ll be a tight fit, but I think we can make it.”

 

Finding Leigh releases March 14th and preorder links are live!

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Snowy Knights Anthology Release Day!

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The Dark Horse Inc. novella, Winter Deception is here. Detective Jake Bowie and Kelly’s story is available among nine other wintry, sexy, snowy, rescue stories.

I’ll happily admit that the “damsel in distress” trope has always been one of my favorites. Complete with a wintry setting, they are perfect for curling up by a fire, under a Christmas tree, or snuggled up with a loved one!

Snowy Knights contains a total of ten such stories for 99cents.

Winter Deception excerpt~~~

“Okay.” She bit her bottom lip in the same way she had all those years ago when she’d had something to say, but hadn’t been sure where to start.
“Spit it out, Peaches.” His old nickname for her slipped out as if it had been only yesterday since he’d last used it.
“Your house?” She paused, then stammered. “I mean, it’s lovely. It’s amazing that you found one that so closely resembles the one I wanted when we were younger.”
It was just the two of them, like it had been so long ago. No reason between them for bullshit. “I didn’t. I built it.”
He smiled when her mouth parted, but no sound came out.
“Even though I didn’t need much, I watched the real estate listings, kept an eye out for a couple of years, but never saw anything that appealed to me. Then I ran across this property with that little doublewide and the perfect place for your house. I made an offer that same day.”
“You didn’t forget.”
“Forget our dreams? The love we shared? Never, not in a thousand years would I forget that. Why did it take you so long to come home?”
“Momma was sick for the last few years. It took everything I had to both care for her and support the two of us. With no family left, I didn’t have any reason to stay. Arizona might have been her home, but it was never mine.”
Unable to resist the pull any longer, he kissed her. Taking the softness of her lips in his, he reveled in the sweetness of her pleasured sighs. She tightened her hold on his shoulder.
He pulled back, needing to know she was there with him. Damp eyelashes and crystal blue eyes met his. With his thumb, he wiped a tear from her cheek. “What’s wrong?”
“I missed you so much. I dreamed, but never truly believed, you’d be here waiting for me. I thought that, like my house, it was childish of me to hope.”
“We might have been young, but what we had—have—is real. Please say you’ll stay until we figure this out. Don’t leave me again.”
“Never. I’m right where I want to be.” Damn, her heart was right there in her eyes for him to see. She stole his breath.
Then she stole his mouth. Tentative and exploring for a moment, quickly their kiss morphed into something hotter, far more desperate. She inched closer, tangling her legs with his. Her fingertips grazed the back of his neck, making him groan. If he wasn’t careful, this little minx would get the better of him.

Protecting Kate

Kate MacDonald, former Miss Kentucky, has devoted her life to being the model wife. The only problem? It’s brought her nothing but heartache and even a tough as nails, country girl has a breaking point. She heads to her hometown of Riley Creek for a divorce and fresh start. Life is golden until her ex shows, bent on making trouble.

Sexy muscular man body, posing at white wall

Enter Trent Dawson, horse trainer and ex-soldier. He has a nose for danger and when his instincts warn him that the beauty queen’s in trouble, his mouth gets the better of him. He bids a small fortune on Miss Kentucky. It’s not long before they discover they have far more in common than either one of them imagined.

And? The danger’s far worse than either of them believed.

Now available at AmazonBarnes and Noble, Ibooks, and Kobo.

 

 

The Romance Reviews

A Craving For Two cover reveal

There’s really not much to say except that it’s here and I adore this cover. And, bonus! It’s now available at Bookstrand and Amazon. I think it’s my best Siren cover yet! What do you all think?

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My fabulous cover designer, Harris Channing nailed it.

Blurb ~~

Paige Drummond has been offered the job of her dreams. Crave is set to open a boudoir photo studio and the owner wants her to do the design work. There’s only one problem. She’s given up the dream she’s worked so hard for because of a devastating blackmail attempt. Ashamed, she holds the dark secret close to her heart and refuses to tell even those closest to her.

Enter Nate Hughes and Sloan Davis, two sexy as sin contractors whose love for construction is only outweighed by the size of their hearts.

When too many convenient accidents haunt Paige, Nate and Sloan decide the safest place for her is in their arms. When the passion of ménage burns hot and sweet, can they both protect her against the unknown threat and convince her to stay forever?

Crave, equal parts naughty, class and sass.

May be read as a standalone.

Releases October 28 at Bookstrand. Available now.

Meet Paige from a Craving for Two

photo (24)Paige is a down to earth girl who wants nothing more than to restore her family home, an aging, Queen Anne Victorian. The only things she holds dear to her heart are her twin sister and the home they were raised in. There’s only one problem-her mentor yanks the rug from beneath her feet and steals the means to accomplish her dream. Shattered, she’s not sure she’ll ever be able to put her interior design skills to work.

A Craving For Two is the second book the series, Crave so you’ll see a familiar face or two, but it can be read as a stand alone.
 

Blurb ~~~

Paige Drummond has been offered the job of her dreams. Crave is set to open a boudoir photo studio and the owner wants her to do the design work. There’s only one problem. She’s given up the dream she’s worked so hard for because of a devastating blackmail attempt. Ashamed, she holds the dark secret close to her heart and refuses to tell even those closest to her.

Enter Nate Hughes and Sloan Davis, two sexy as sin contractors whose love for construction is only outweighed by the size of their hearts.

When too many convenient accidents haunt Paige, Nate and Sloan decide the safest place for her is in their arms. When the passion of ménage burns hot and sweet, can they both protect her against the unknown threat and convince her to stay forever?

Crave, equal parts naughty, class and sass.

May be read as a standalone.

Come back Thursday and meet the guys, Nate and Sloan. Friday I’ll release my cover, and I’m in love. It may be my best cover yet.

 

Now available – Sunlight’s Kiss

Sunlight’s Kiss is up now available at Amazon and Bookstrand. This is book 2 in the Demon Runners of Unearth series and if you like dark and sexy, this should be right up your alley.

Blurb –

When a man of ice meets a lady of Light…

Like a common criminal, the good girl librarian is thrust into the harsh realm of Limbo with nothing more than the clothes on her back. Alone with no knowledge of why she’s been banished, Calysta has nowhere to go and no one to turn to. She wants nothing more than answers and peace until a gruff, sexy as sin, male gives her a taste of the real world.

Cyril, loner and demon hunter, is sent to track and detain an unknown misfit. Filled with suspicion, the last thing he expects to find is an amber-eyed beauty tattered and unconscious. There’s no denying when he discovers her true nature that she sparks a desire like he’s never known. And how much trouble could one sweet, sexy librarian cause?

When danger haunts Calysta, Cyril will stop at nothing to keep her safe. But what’ll happen when his only ally is a sworn enemy?

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Excerpt-

“I’m fine.”

“No you’re not. You’re wearing a plastic smile. You might as well be pouting. You’re unhappy. Tell me what’s wrong.” He wanted her to tell him so he could fix it. Yep, there was more of that stuff those dreams were made of.

“I am pouting. I’m bored. I’m stressed. I have no idea what’s going on or how long whatever it is will continue. Comfort-wise this island is a million steps above Limbo. I have excellent company and every luxury I could ask for. You’ve shown me pleasures I’d given up hope of ever experiencing. I have everything except answers. I’m still in Limbo.”

“If you could go anywhere or do anything right now, what would you do?” He came to stand at her back and trailed a fingertip up the curve of her upper arm. A soft nuzzle brushed the back of her ear. His efforts at soothing her weren’t working.

She let out a broken laugh. “I’d love nothing more than to simply experience life. As long as I can remember I’ve been the good girl and done nothing except what I’ve been told. And now that I’m away from home, I can’t enjoy it.

“I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this. You’ve done nothing but go out of your way to take care of me. You’ve tried to make this bearable and all I’ve done is complain and dump on you. You must be tired of it, of me, by now.” A perfectly balmy breezed blew a strand of hair into her face. She tucked it behind her ear when really she felt like taking handfuls of the stuff and yanking it out.

“No. You’re wrong, very wrong. This is the easiest and most pleasurable job I’ve ever had.” He kissed the curve of her shoulder, but that didn’t take the sting out of his words. She tried to make herself thankful that he’d said it. She needed another reminder that’s all she was to him, a job. She wasn’t much more than one of the rogues he tracked. Sure, she was prettier, but that was the only thing she had going for her. She couldn’t let herself forget what she was.

She pulled away and paced. He followed and waited where the path met the sand.

“That’s my point exactly. I’m nothing but a burden or a job or a troublemaker. I just want to be me!” She turned and flung her hand. Equal parts pain and pleasure began in her heart, swelled, and raced through her shoulder and down her arm. Amber light shot from her palm and struck the base of a palm tree. With a thunderous boom, the base exploded into a storm of splinters. Frozen by shock, she stood and stared as the top half came crashing down directly over Cyril’s head.

“No!” In a panic, she put both hands out in a stopping motion. The tree’s remains stopped midair.

Cyril seemed as stunned as she felt. He just stood there, staring.

“Move!” Dear gods make him move. She didn’t know what she was doing. She hadn’t known she could levitate objects, let alone how long she could hold something so big. She’d die if she hurt Cyril.

Cyril blinked, shook his head as if clearing a haze from his mind, and then disappeared. Then he stood directly behind her, with his front touching her back. She was so rattled her teeth chattered and not even the reassuring warmth of his touch settled her.

“It’s okay. You did good. I’m okay. Let’s see if we can set this down”—with a loud crash the tree dropped like a stone on the lounge chairs, smashing them both—“gently.”

With her pulse racing and her muscles quaking, she threw herself into the only safe place she had, his arms. Then she burst into tears.

“What am I?”

“Not what. Who. You are Calysta, you’re my Caly. We’ll get this figured out soon. Okay?” Firm, steady strokes rubbed up and down her back in a soothing rhythm.

“No, I’m your charge, your duty. I’m a task to be marked off your list at the earliest convenience.”

“Bullshit. You are so much more than anyone has ever given you credit for. This is your opportunity to prove it. Baby, you can set the worlds on fire. This is your chance to blow your mother away and show her you are so much more than an obedient little daughter. As for me? I’m not your warden, I’m your slave. I–I’d do anything for you.”

“Then let me go. You said I can’t jump realms with the anklos on, right?”

“Ah. Yeah, I said that b—”

“Then remove it. Let me go.”

“I wish I could, but it’s not safe. I won’t release you to an unknown danger. Something is hunting you.”

“You’ll keep me safe just so I can wither away in a pretty prison? How can I set the worlds on fire in a fucking prison? Please don’t make me beg.” What did it matter? She had no pride. She had nothing that wasn’t given to her. A tight ball of frustration gathered and fisted beneath her sternum.

She flattened her palms on his chest and pushed with all her might and stumbled, almost falling into his lap. What the hell?

He’d landed on his ass in the sand. What was going on? This was Cyril. He was a brick wall. He was an immortal, a Runner for gods’ sake, and she’d knocked him on his ass?