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It looks like December 11th will be my release date!  As soon as I have pre-order links or any new info I’ll be sure to let you all know. And be watching, I’ll have contests and fun things coming soon to celebrate.



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The winner of yesterday’s contest is Angadair.  She’ll be at the top of the list for a free copy of Dillon’s Gift the minute I can send it out and she gets a 10$ gift card to Amazon or Barnes and Noble. Angadair, watch for an email from me.

I’d like to thank everyone for stopping by.  Release info should be coming any day now and I can’t wait to share it and Dillon’s gift with you.

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I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I have to say we had a great one here at our little house. I worried my husband would get sick after eating so much. Seriously.

As promised here is an excerpt from my first release with Decadent Publishing, Dillon’s Gift. For the contest I’m going to keep it simple. If you’re anything like me you may still be in a semi-food coma or a shopping hangover.  Read the excerpt and answer one little question. What is on the gag gift that Dillon receives by mistake at the party? One random commenter with the correct answer will win a copy of Dillon’s Gift when it’s released and a 10$ gift card to Amazon or Barnes and Noble, commenter’s choice. The contest ends at Friday 11:59 pm, pst or 2:59 am est Sat.

Thanks for stopping by and good luck!!



“Dillon, I swear I have no idea how the gifts were swapped, but that was not supposed to be your gift. I promise.” She didn’t know how else to make him understand the crazy gift wasn’t intended for him. Though, it’d been undeniably funny to see the look on his face when he lifted the gag gift out of the package and up into the air at the party. Even through her mortification, she laughed so hard she may have pulled a muscle in her left side.

So had everyone else who worked at the office, all forty-three of them. She continued to hear the stunned silence followed by an explosion of rowdy laughter. She feared the soundtrack would play over and over in her nightmares. Dillon’s golden skin turned lobster red and his eyes shot daggers at her.

She was surprised he hadn’t murdered her right then and there.

“Really, sweetheart? My name was clearly written on the tag. I know your handwriting well. Can I ask why you gave me an extra-small red thong? It’s a man’s thong with Christmas trees on it, for cry’n out loud! And extra-small? Honey, please don’t tell me you thought it would fit me? I’d need at least a large.”

Oh God! That was the last image she needed in her head while he stood so near. Images of a nearly nude Dillon made her knees wobble. Heat pooled low in her belly and seeped outward, filling her with the warm glow of desire. She consciously commanded herself not to touch him. Running her fingers through her hair in frustration, Stacy leaned against his door. The increased space between them and cold wood against her back did nothing to dampen the heat he stirred inside her.

Feather-like snowflakes began a lazy tumble through the night. Why had Dillon asked her to be his designated driver before the party? Oddly, she hadn’t seen him take more than a few sips of alcohol throughout the entire night. When she thought about it, he never drank at any of the company functions. Why couldn’t he call a cab?

His request didn’t make any sense.

“Dillon, I swear, I intended for the gift to go to Frank.” She had to convince him of the truth.

“You mean  Frank from the mail room? He’s a strange guy. Why would you give him a gift? Why would you give him a man’s thong?” What sounded like a hint of anger burned through the question.

“Yes, Lisa and I made a bet and the loser had to send him an embarrassing present. I lost the bet.”

“Can I ask why?”

She wished she could capture the priceless expression of confusion on his face and keep it forever. Any other time she’d be on the floor in a fit of laughter. She never saw him confused or flustered. Dillon defined calm, cold, and determined.

“Lisa and I ate dinner together after work a few nights ago, and after a few glasses of wine we made the silly bet. It’s a long story, but in the end, I lost.” The promise to keep Lisa’s secret weighed her down. Dillon should be told what happened, but she didn’t want to break Lisa’s trust. Caught between a rock and a hard place, she worried.

“He was supposed to open the little thong in front of everyone. It was supposed to be anonymous. I still can’t figure out how the tags were switched, and I don’t know where your nice, normal gift went.”

He moved in until she had no choice but to tilt her head back if she wanted to look him in the eye. The little half smirk vanished from the edges of his soft, tempting mouth. His lips fell into a firm, straight line and his eyebrows dropped low.

“Do you have any idea what will happen at the office now? It may be years before they stop teasing me about this. Hell, I won’t be surprised to find thongs hidden in my desk Monday morning.” The wind blew a wild gust of snow under the stone overhang and wisps of icy air snuck down the neck of her coat. Devious little shivers followed along her spine in its wake.

“I know, but the prank wasn’t intended for you. I wouldn’t do something like that to a friend. If I could go back and fix it, I would.” His friendship meant the world to her, and she was terrified of acting on the simmering attraction that increased each time he came near. The urge to run her hands through his hair and burrow into his warmth quickly consumed her every thought.

A thread of unease unraveled inside her as dark satisfaction transformed his features into those of a male ready to claim a long-awaited prize. He acted as if some certain victory was at hand. As much as she trusted him, she couldn’t help but be wary.

Pressing farther into the door was pointless, but there was no controlling the instinctive response. The wolf had come for Little Red Riding Hood.

“You can’t change it, but you can make it up to me. I need a big favor.”

She recognized the ruthless light entering his eyes. He wore the same expression whenever he entered the boardroom with a plan. She imagined he plotted something dark and sinful. Stacy never dreamed she’d be the focus of such a wicked look.

“Anything.” She hoped her offer wouldn’t backfire, but more than anything she wanted to make it up to him. The heat of shame burned her cheeks and her palms sweat each time she remembered the incident. Oh God, no. What if he fired her?

“Pack your things. You’ll be moving in with me for a few weeks.”



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