My Writing

I’m grateful to work with a really wonderful publisher, The Wild Rose Press, and my editor Trish Owens who’s nothing short of brilliant. The time and attention she’s given to my writing and manuscripts is so rare these days and I’m beyond thankful for everything she’s done. Hot Bayou Nights will be released soon, and the preview is below. 

In the meantime, I’ve still got unpublished manuscripts collecting virtual dust on my hard drive, and I’d LOVE your help in changing that. Could I ask for your feedback on these manuscripts? Pretty please, tell me what you really think. Your opinions are the ones that matter. So take a look at the excerpts listed below Hot Bayou Nights. Do you like the setting? Do you like the characters? Do you want to know what happens to them? If not, why not? What would you like to see different? I’m honest with you about wanting your opinions, so I hope you’ll be honest with me in giving them. My writing will be stronger because of you. 

Hot Bayou Fire

Mega-talented glass sculptor Chase Durand just scored the commission of a lifetime. The southern bayou's poshest new hotel is about to open with his art the star feature. His motorcycle-riding, bad-boy reputation perfectly fits the hotel's modern, edgy look. And when a drop-dead gorgeous IT engineer hard wires his high-tech art, her luscious curves ignite a fire in him that's hotter than molten glass. Between them, h--Read more--

Desire Rising

An arranged marriage to a wealthy and titled landowner should have been a dream for Lucy Kirkby but ends in a nightmare that could leave her falsely accused of murder. She flees to the safety of a family friend and like a phoenix rising from ashes, sheds her innocence. Emerging as savvy and sophisticated Catherine Sheffield, she is a woman who keeps her liaisons purely physical and her heart closely guarded. Lord --Read more--

The Lady Smut Book of Dark Desires

Locked in an abandoned mental asylum, an ambitious filmmaker soon discovers she’s trapped with a Dionysian god. He offers her a glimpse of astounding future artistic success—but it will only come true if she’ll perform an erotic ritual to free him.--Read more--

Hot Bayou Nights

When corporate consultant Carla Saunders' work takes her from the skyscrapers of Manhattan to a research facility in Louisiana filled with king cobra snakes, she sees her dreams of a job in Paris sinking into the swamp. But unexpected desire burns hotter than a sultry bayou night. The snakes terrify her, but lust for a scorching hot research scientist has her dreaming less about the Champs Élysées and more about bein--Read more--

British Invasion

Chapter One Juliette Duval entered the VIP lounge to the site of her co-worker Tracy waving her hand like a flag in a stiff breeze as she signaled her to move faster. “Get in here, quick!” Juliette stepped behind the bar and glanced around. It was busy but not outrageously so, nothing to sound the alarm bells. Which could only mean . . . “Hottie alert?” “Major.” Tracy nodded toward the left-hand --Read more--

Temporary Paradise

CHAPTER ONE London, 1765 “And with this last bit of lace in the back,” the dressmaker declared, her plump face beaming like the noonday sun, “you are nothing short of perfection.” She fussed with the train, flicked at the sleeves, then took a delicate step backward, her breaths coming out in soft little puffs, as if anything more strenuous would befall calamity on the bride-to-be who stood before her. “Hea--Read more--

The Essence of You

CHAPTER ONE London, 1680 Hugh Bradstone, Viscount Heyworth, tried hard to stifle the yawn that threatened to give way, but it fast became a Herculean task. His best mate, Trent, discussed cards — again! By God, Hugh wondered, taking a sip of cognac, did he actually used to find this interesting? Trent’s voice droned on, like the steady hum of bees on a late summer afternoon, and Hugh felt his eyelids grow hea--Read more--

Portrait of My Love

CHAPTER ONE “With all due respect, my lord, I believe you are mad.” A smile graced the delicate features of Lady Isabella Reed’s face as she spoke to Lord Dorset, but it did not disguise the underlying seriousness of her words. What he had just told her was unbelievable rubbish. She folded her hands in her lap and said nothing more, content to wait while the flustered viscount poured himself a strong claret. --Read more--