Oooh, a peek at the cover of my new one…

I have a new story coming from Loose Id April 8th. It’s called Guarding My Heart and I shall give you a little blurb, and excerpt down below. It’s mostly M/M romance, with a tinge of suspense. Here’s a glimpse of the cover! So exciting when a new book comes out. It’s like Christmas morning, only no credit card bills! 🙂



Liam Carlington is a spoiled rich kid. He’s been acting out since his childhood love, Paul devastated him by marrying a woman. Liam drops out of school and is drinking and partying way too much. When his current bodyguard is injured in a bar fight, a new bodyguard replaces him.

His new protector, Scott Jackson is gorgeous, and tough. He’s back after a break from the job after losing a client. He’s attracted to his new charge, and Liam is aggressive about how much he would love to get Scott in bed. But Scott is worried Liam is just a using him for a sexual fling.

As much as Scott would love to give into Liam sexually, he knows there is someone out there who has threatened Liam’s life. It complicates matters that Scott is beginning to lose his professional distance from Liam. Can these two damaged men let go of their fears, and help each other mend?


I walked with pride over to my bookcase near the window. “Behold my shot glass collection.”

“Every man should have one.” Scott gave a lopsided smile.

I swiveled one of the little glasses between my fingers. “Arizona for you, and I think I’ll have Hawaii,” I said, picking up the jigger adorned with foamy waves and hula girls.

“Fine with me. I was born in Arizona,” Scott answered, taking his glass from me. Our skin touched, sending a little tingle through my hand.

“That would explain your macho vibe.”

Scott whistled as he poured servings of the amber liquid into our appointed glasses.

“I always get it confused. Is it the salt first or the lime?” I quizzed him.

“Lick it, drink it, and suck it.” Scott flushed, laughing softly. “Let me rephrase that. Salt, tequila and then lime.”

“Who knew tough guys blush?”

Scott picked up the salt shaker and sprinkled the small white flecks on the back of his hand, but when he caught me staring, his brows scrunched together. “Hey, no fair just watching.”

“You’re hogging the salt,” I groused.

I seized my shot glass and took the salt from Scott. I licked the salt I’d dusted on my hand, then gulped the tequila, and finished by chomping on the lime. Bumping my empty glass on the tabletop, I hissed as the burning sensation spread from my throat to warm my stomach. “Ouch,” I choked out.

“I didn’t peg you as a lightweight.”

Fuck off.” I managed to squeeze the words out between coughs.

Scott watched me, smiling. “Potty mouth.”


Happy St. Patrick’s Day…um on Monday.


Monday is St. Patrick’s Day and the Irish in me can’t wait. It’s not the green beer, or drunks with their fake Irish accents yelling “Top o’ the morning to ya.” that I enjoy the most. It’s the music. I love, love Keltic music. It speaks to my soul.

So when Monday rolls around I’ll be enjoying some magical tunes to warm the cockles of my heart, and sipping some fine Irish whiskey.

But before I go I must leave you with a little Irish joke:

An Irishman, an Englishman and a Scotsman go into a pub. Each orders a pint of Guinness. Just as the bartender hands them over, three flies buzz down and land– one, two, three– in each of the pints.

The Englishman looks disgusted, pushes his pint away and demands another… the Scotsman picks out the fly, shrugs, and takes a long swallow.

The Irishman reaches in to the glass, grabs the fly between his fingers and shakes him as hard as he can, shouting ‘Spit it out, ya bloody bastard! Spit it out!’

These are some of my all time favorite bands in the Keltic genre: