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ALL DOGS BITE, the sequel to KINGS OF ASPHALT will go live in September and I want to give away loads of cool prizes to kick-off the new release! So that means awesome stuff for YOU, my readers! Make sure you check my Facebook page for details!
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So, my fans have spoken and I always listen when that happens. What am I talking about? I am currently writing a sequel to KOA, featuring Bronx Harris, the leader of the Road Dog MC and who else should be his potential lady but Delainey Jones?? Right? The story is writing itself. Bronx is a bad, bad boy — morally bankrupt comes to mind — but Delainey is sweet and quirky (and funny!) so it should be interesting how these two COMPLETE OPPOSITES manage to come together. Stay tuned. I’m shooting for a Sept. 1 release.
It took a while longer than I anticipated but KINGS OF ASPHALT is live! If you haven’t had a chance to pick it up, please do so before it goes off sale!
Now the big question is…will they ride again? So many readers have responded exuberantly to my new MC romance that they are begging for another and I do have a few ideas in the brain but I haven’t had a chance to flesh them out. I can give you a hint though…BRONX. If you haven’t read the book yet, that won’t make sense so GO READ THE BOOK! ;-)
Anyway, in the meantime, there are some shifters who are calling my name…
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Two bad boys+one curvy woman=scorching good times
There are TWO projects in the works! First off, a SUPER HOT biker menage story that is blistering the pages so I can’t post an excerpt of that one just yet and then another awesome, gritty and sexy, shifter story featuring an LA SWAT guy (a shifter bad ass cop? Swoon!) and that’s what I’m going to give you a taste of right now! Let me know what you think! (Oh, and this is RAW, as in no editing yet, so please, be kind! LOL)
“Well, this was a shit-storm and a half that went down,” Elijah Kane muttered to his partner Rook Valentino, surveying the gore and violence spread around like the white powder spilled all over the floor from the shoot-out that’d apparently happened sometime last night. He rose and signaled the all-clear to the rest of the SWAT team as they converged on the abandoned warehouse, the sounds of metal artillery and Kevlar echoing in the gloom. “Looks like the party started without us. Everyone’s dead already.”
“Fuck. I always miss the good times,” Rook said, his eagle eye taking in every detail. For a human, Rook was surprisingly adept at picking up even the smallest clue. “I didn’t even get to fire my newest toy.” He shouldered his AK-47 with a grunt of disappointment. “Day late and a dollar short. Story of my life. What do you make of this?” he asked, turning serious. “Seems pretty obvious that someone is targeting the drug dealers before we can get to them.”
Elijah nodded, thinking the same. “Yeah, if this was anything else, the players would be dead but the dope would be gone. I’d say there’s a cool five hundred G’s in coke spilled all over the place.”
“So what’s the deal? Hostile take over? Another rival gang trying to set up shop and sending a message?”
“Maybe,” Elijah agreed but something else was tingling in his senses, a warning of something bigger, more sinister and far more dangerous than a bunch of dope dealers trying to snag new territory. He lifted his nose to surreptitiously scent the air. There it was…the lingering scent of something that immediately caused his lip to curl. Rook caught the motion and waited, tensed and alert. Rook was human but he knew Elijah’s biggest secret and better yet, kept it.
“Yeah? Got something, Fido?”
“Fuck off but yeah,” he admitted, keeping his voice low. “And it ain’t good.”
“Great. Maybe I’ll get to use this bad boy after all,” Rook said, grinning. “Nothing like coming to a party overdressed.”
“You got silver bullets in that bad boy?” Elijah quipped darkly. “’Cause the bullets you got in that thing will just piss them off.”
“My favorite…shifter criminals. The best. Tell me why I hang out with you? One of these days you’re gonna get me killed.”
“I told you I’m a bad influence,” Elijah said, shrugging as he strode from the warehouse, leaving the team to secure the location while he let the chief know the incident was a big fat bust. He gestured to Rook. “C’mon you big pussy. You’re filling out the paperwork on this one.”
“The fuck I am,” Rook disagreed, shooting Elijah a short smirk. “This one’s on you. I told you we should’ve hit at midnight instead of this first light shit. If we’d busted up the party when I’d suggested, we might’ve caught us some bad guys.”
“Yeah, well something tells me it’s a blessing we missed this dance party. No one here got out alive.”
“True enough but I’m still not doing the paperwork. Besides, it’s your turn anyway. I did the paperwork for the York Town warehouse and that was a bitch. Do you know how many pieces of evidence we logged? Shit…my fingers are still cramping from all that typing.”
“Maybe if you did more than hunt-and-peck you’d be in better shape,” Elijah shot back with a quick grin but in all seriousness, there was nothing to laugh about. The City of Angels had no idea what roamed the streets at night — and broad daylight —and they were better off for it but Elijah knew what prowled and fed on human flesh. He knew what lurked in the shadows with dripping fangs and a thirst for blood. Mostly because he’d been born into it. Elijah Kane was more than just L.A. SWAT…he was shifter-born in a world of man, a legacy to a more primal universe, one where blood and violence were the only currency worth respecting.
“So, what’s the plan?” Rook asked. “My trigger finger is getting itchy.”
“The plan? Not dying comes to mind,” he retorted but Rook had a point. They had to do something about the turf war going on beneath the surface of civilian life. The only problem? The warehouse stank of his brother.
His twin brother.
“Let me ask around,” Elijah told Rook. “Someone’s gotta know what’s going down.”
“You think this is Decklin’s doing?” Rook asked, zeroing in on Elijah’s darkest thought.
“I don’t know,” he answered, scanning the street, looking for any indication that whoever had sliced and diced their way through the warehouse was still hanging around for funsies. “This isn’t exactly his style but it’s not like we’ve been throwing back beers lately. Frankly, if he were standing here in front of me I’d probably throat-punch him first and ask questions later.”
“Family reunions must be a gauntlet. Anyone die over a turkey leg?”
“Just the turkey.”
“And by turkey, you mean human, right?” Rook supposed with a shudder and Elijah laughed as he clapped him on the shoulder.
“Aren’t you glad I never acquired a taste for the pink meat?”
“Hell yes. It would make being your partner a little awkward knowing that you’re salivating over my sexy ass.” Rook flexed for effect and then kissed his bicep. “With a little barbecue sauce, this shit would be hard to resist.”
“Jesus, you crazy ass freak,” Elijah actually laughed. “Let’s hurry up and mop up this scene so I can get to the paperwork.”
“Naw, you go ahead and take the Range Rover. I’ll hold down the fort with the team. Lord knows someone’s gotta keep Granger from fucking everything up with his demented sense of duty.”
“Keep him from packing his nose with the evidence,” Elijah said, climbing into the department vehicle. “Keeping him clean and sober around all that shit is going to be a challenge.”
“Challenge accepted,” Rook said. “Or, I could just look the other way and let the fucker OD himself. Might be less work.”
“Yeah, but you’ll be filling out that muthafucking paperwork all by yourself.”
“Shhhit. You gotta point. I’ll keep him clean. He can off himself on his own time.”
“Good thinking.” He tossed a wave at Rook and then split the scene. The minute he hit the freeway, his mind was moving faster than the Rover with it’s lights blaring. Could Decklin be responsible for the carnage? Entirely possible. Decklin was dangerous. He was a fucking animal.
Eva Kaylee swallowed the lump of fear clotting in her throat as she inched out of the shadows. Every sound was a threat but silence was worse. You never saw death when it came for you. Death came swiftly with razor claws and sharp fangs. Eva knew because she’d seen it firsthand. The bodies, the blood. So much of it. She was the worst of her kind — not human but not a true shifter either — a half-breed, just like her twin sister, Elena.
She had one hope and it was a thin one at that. Climbing the fire escape, she scaled the backside of the building and lifted the window, not surprised that it wasn’t latched. Whoever had the misfortune to climb through Elijah Kane’s window likely wouldn’t survive to tell the tale. She had to hope he was different than his brother, Decklin, or else she and Elena were dead.
Eva gingerly stepped over the window flashing and had just enough time to yelp before she was yanked inside and thrown to the floor. “Please don’t hurt me,” she cried, covering her head, desperately afraid that fangs going through her tendons would be next. “Please, I need your help!”
“Who the fuck are you?” he said, his voice thick. It was too dark to see but Eva knew from experience the sound of a partial shift. His teeth were likely crowding his mouth, nicking his lips with sharp tips as his fingers curled with claws. Even partially shifted, the Wolvyrn were enough to make even the most jaded warrior shit himself a little.
“My name is Eva Kaylee and I need your help, please.” She climbed to her feet slowly with her hands outstretched in a show of submission. “You’re my only hope. If you send me away, my sister will die and I will surely follow.”
“What are you? I smell human but…I also smell…” he stopped then said, “you’re a half-blood.”
She nodded with misery. “My mother was human. She had the misfortune to be raped by my fucking father and bore him two half-blood twin daughters before dying.”
“So you can’t shift?” he supplied in a hard tone, unmoved by her story. Hope sank as she suffered the fear that Elijah was no better than his brother even if he did wear a badge.
“Who is after you?”
Eva waited a heartbeat then admitted in a small voice, “Your brother.”
YEAHHHHHH BABY! Who loves it?? (I do.)
This story is untitled as of yet, but I do have a title for the biker menage and its…….KINGS OF ASPHALT with the series title of CLUB CHROME.
Hugs and kisses my lovelies!!
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE ONE PERSON YOU NEED THE MOST — IS THE ONE YOU LEFT BEHIND?
Actress Dani St. Claire crushed Miles Lassiter’s heart in pursuit of her film career. Now, she’s drowning in her own fame, unable to shake free from an endless blur of parties, drugs and sex, with no end in sight. Her friends in Tinseltown are no help — everyone wants a piece of her and watching Hollywood’s hottest new star fall from the sky is the best entertainment in town.
Living a quiet life on an isolated island resort, Doctor Lassiter doesn’t want anything to do with a certain red-headed actress. But, just when he believes he’s finally gotten over Dani, his good friend Lindy, an acclaimed actress in her own right, asks for a favor.
A big one.
In order to greenlight a movie project near and dear to her heart, Lindy needs Dani on set and cleaned up or the insurance company will bail and financing will disappear. Lindy knows Miles is the only person who can help Dani — even if helping Dani is the last thing Miles wants to do after she broke his heart.
Will Miles be able to put aside his pain to save Dani or will the painful memory of their shared past ruin any chance of a future? Find out in Alexx Andria’s sensually sweet sequel to the LEVERAGE series in FALLING FROM GRACE.
“Does this feel bad?”
“Depends on your definition of bad.” His arms tightened around her drawing her close. He stared down at her, losing himself for just a moment in her gaze. “Jesus, Dani, what are you doing to me?”
“The same thing that you do to me,” she admitted in a breathless whisper before sealing her mouth to his for a kiss that electrified every nerve ending and sent her brain scuttling for shelter. His tongue gently met hers in an exploratory journey that was both reluctant and urgent as if he were fighting his own desire and that was just fine with her because she understood his dual tendencies and matched it with her own. “I’ve missed you, Miles,” she said against his mouth, fighting the tears that immediately sprung to her eyes. His grip tightened and a small groan escaped as she felt the hardened ridge of his length pressing against her groin, igniting a small fire inside her belly. Her hand crept into the lazy waves of his hair and caught a grip, drawing him even nearer to her. She wanted to devour him, to make him a part of her so she’d never feel alone again. Their kiss changed in tempo and went from gentle to urgent and Dani lost all sense of reason. She wanted to feel him inside her, to know his touch again, and no amount of good sense was going to intrude on her most ardent desire. With her free hand, she rubbed the thick bulge through his board shorts, delighting in the familiar feel of him against her palm. It was as if time hadn’t passed and they were as they’d always been, except that tingling sense of discovery was still there. Their tongues danced, sliding along each other, tasting and teasing in a sensual tango that fired her blood and served as a stark reminder that every moment without Miles had been lacking in soul. But too soon, Miles began to put on the brakes, slowing his sensual attack until finally, they were apart, both breathing heavily and wondering what the next step would be between them. Dani could only hope that he would sweep her up in his arms and make love to her the way he used to but she knew in her heart of hearts that she was hoping for the impossible.
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There is something new cooking! Dani and Miles…here’s a taste.
Danielle St. Claire rose blearily from the tangle of naked limbs in her expansive California King bed and stumbled away from the stale smell of bad choices and questionable judgment, needing space and a fucking Excedrin to still the pounding in her head. She grabbed her robe and tucked it around her, banging her toe on the stupid day sofa as she passed by. Who the hell put a sofa in a bedroom? Well, when the bedroom was as big as her entire house growing up, you might as well throw a sofa in there, she supposed grumpily. This house, this place, she didn’t know any longer who it belonged to because it sure as hell didn’t feel right for her. The parties, the sex, the drugs…it was too much for the small town girl she’d once been. Stop being a damn cliché, she thought as she grabbed a bottle of Excedrin and popped the top, shaking out a few to toss back with a bottled water. The entire house was dead silent even though it was close to noon and there were at least ten people scattered about in various rooms. People, she didn’t even know, she might add. Everything was spinning out of control. Fame — money — endless nights spent at the clubs…what day was it? Monday? Saturday? She didn’t even know anymore.
Needing something healthy to balance out the terrible damage she’d done to herself last night, Dani grabbed a banana and choked it down, her stomach threatening to launch whatever she had in it but she managed to keep everything down by force of will. So much had changed in a year’s time. Once Judgment had come out, her world had tipped upside down in a dizzying whirlwind of change. Suddenly, everyone had wanted a piece of her and it’d been intoxicating but now, she just wanted some peace and quiet. Was that possible? People had warned her that fame was a mixed bag but she hadn’t believed anyone because she’d been so damn hungry for the spotlight. Now it was fucking blinding her.
She returned to her bedroom and stared at the three people sprawled there, snoring in oblivion. Two guys, one girl. Had she had sex with a woman? Her cheeks crawled with shame and revulsion because she couldn’t remember, or maybe she didn’t want to remember. She vaguely recalled bits and pieces of last night, and her snippets definitely included getting railed by at least one of the guys. Which one? Hell, she couldn’t say even if her life depended on it. One of the guys opened his eyes and raised his head to grin lazily at her, beckoning her to come to him but she turned away, fighting the urge to vomit that banana. He wasn’t even her type. The dark-haired guy was all beefy muscle and cock-sure laziness wrapped up in one over-privileged package. Trust fund baby, most likely seeing as she’d picked him up at Crimson last night. Probably never worked a day in his life. Nor would he.
“Come on, baby…I got breakfast right here for you…full course meal.”
“Go away,” she muttered, needing to get away this very instant before she started freaking out and landed herself in the gossip rags — again — for everyone to pick apart. Her agent was constantly squawking at her to clean up her act and she’d tried but somehow, someone always dragged her back into the wild and crazy. The word rehab had been floated past her but she’d scoffed at the very idea. She wasn’t a drug addict; she was just having a good time. Right? Funny, nothing seemed all that fun right about now. She grabbed a pair of jeans and the first shirt she could find and then hustled out of there as if the devil were on her heels.
Tears burned at the back of her eyes as she ground them out. Somehow her life had spiraled out of her own control and she didn’t know how to put it straight again. What could she do? Everyone expected her to be the life of the party, the one with the bright smiles and infectious wit and it was important to protect the illusion of who she was or else her fame might dry up and then where would she be? She rubbed at her eyes, trying to put her thoughts on a straight course but her brain wasn’t actually cooperating. Raina kept dragging her to the clubs, insisting that the right people were watching. Watching what? The entertaining freak show of starlet Danielle St. Claire…
Jesus, help me. I’m so lost…
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