Here’s my latest from Evernight Publishing.

Beau Dexter is a male escort with zero belief in love. He had a rough beginning in life, and he’s not looking for anything other than a full roster of satisfied clients.

Seth Fontaine is blind and grieving the loss of his lover five years ago. But even a broken-hearted man has needs, and that’s where Beau comes in.

Neither one of them is looking for anything other than a little superficial fun. But when these two damaged men connect on a much deeper level than expected, Beau’s extreme fear of emotional intimacy almost derails them before they even begin.


I peered into the dark room behind her and glimpsed a cozy fire flickering but no other source of light. Two large armchairs faced the hearth where I assumed the mysterious Seth must be sitting.

“You can go in. Just don’t trip over the dog.” Maggie waved and sauntered back down the hall the way we’d just come.

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t bite.” The same voice from earlier came faintly through the door.

I stepped into the room, conscious of Maggie’s warning about a dog, and headed toward the direction of the voice.

“Sorry. I’m having a little trouble seeing you,” I said.

“Ha. That only seems fair.”

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I found him finally, seated in a large wing backed chair directly in front of the fire. I held out my hand and he ignored it. I figured he couldn’t see me any better than I could see him in the gloom. There was a jingling sound and a fluffy canine of some indescribable breed circled around in front of the fire, and then plopped down with a grunt.

“That’s Felice. She won’t bite.”

Since the dog had done little else than breathe since I’d arrived, I had no doubt my safety wasn’t threatened. “Did you want to stay here or go to your bedroom?” I asked, slipping out of my pea coat and draping it over another chair.

“Well, if we stay down here we’ll have to wrestle Felice for a spot in front of the fire.”

I laughed. “True. She looks very comfortable.”

“What’s your name?”

“Beau Dexter.”


“Oh, yeah. That’s me all right. I thought about wearing my top hat, but I decided against it.”

He laughed. “I don’t know if the agency explained I like to talk first and get to know the person I’m going to fuck. Hope that’s not a problem for you.”

I wasn’t used to people being so blunt. But, after all, that was why I was here. “Not at all. For the money you’re paying you could paint my nails for all I care.”

He stood, and he was slightly taller than me, with wide shoulders and long legs. The flickering fire cast shadows on his angular features, and I could see he was handsome in an aristocratic sort of way. “Do you want a drink? Some of the guys prefer to be buzzed when they screw. Are you that kind?”

“I prefer my senses to be unaffected if that’s alright.” I had nothing against having a few drinks with a client, but when I didn’t know them I preferred to be completely sober, so I could cue into what seemed to please them and what didn’t.

“Huh, a man with a good work ethic. How refreshing.”

I couldn’t tell if he was kidding, because he seemed to have a dry sense of humor. “It feels better for me too if I’m not drunk.” I attempted a flirty vibe.

He inhaled sharply. “Interesting. A whore who actually likes to fuck.”

“Depends on the client.” I didn’t take offense at his use of the word ‘whore’ since I had a feeling he was doing it on purpose to see if he could push my buttons. I found sometimes men who used escort services seemed to resent the fact that they liked using escort services.

He laughed and the sound was warm and charming, definitely at odds with his prickly demeanor. “Oh, thank God. You have a sense of humor. The last two didn’t get me at all.”

I smiled but didn’t speak.

“Why are you a prostitute?” he asked abruptly.

Was this him ‘getting to know me’?

I’d never had a John ask me why I had sex for money. Most of them were just happy to get down to business. I weighed whether to be honest with him, or to lie and tell him a story that might seem more romantic. People seemed to respond to things like my mother needs surgery for cancer and she has zero medical insurance, or I’m putting my little brother through college. I think lies made those of us in my profession seem selfless and noble.

“That’s quite a pause.” He laughed. “Trying to make up a lie?”

“No. I have plenty of those ready to go.”

I could make out a white smile in the shadows of his face. “Me too.”

He intrigued me. He was friendly and yet standoffish all at the same time. “What do you lie about?”

“Life. But I lie to myself mostly.” I grinned.

“Do you mind if I ask why you pay for sex?” He was extremely good looking, and seemed intelligent and articulate. I was curious as to why he’d use our service.

“Ah, ah, ah. You haven’t answered me yet.”

Sighing, I leaned against the chair behind me. “I do it mostly for the money. Boring I know. But I also do it because I enjoy it. I have a strong carnal appetite, and I enjoy fucking horny men. Plus, people who pay for sex are different from people you hook up with in a bar.”

“In what way?” he asked softly.

“Well, random people in a club are looking for love, aren’t they?” I tilted toward him as I spoke. “I mean, they pretend they aren’t, and they know the odds are slim. But they just keep hoping.” I held up my crossed fingers.

“And you aren’t?”

I huffed. “What, hopeful? Looking for love? No.”

“Why?” He sounded breathless.

“Because I don’t believe in love.” I lifted my chin. I was slightly nonplussed to be discussing my personal beliefs about such things.

“Uh, oh.” He smirked. “Did some boyfriend break your heart?”

I moved away and ran my hand over my coat. This conversation had certainly taken an odd turn. “That would be a cliché, don’t you think?”

“It would be disappointing. I must admit. I would hope your story is more complex, because you seem slightly mysterious. It would be so boring if you just caught your boyfriend fucking some other guy in your bed, and you swore off love for all eternity.”

“I promise you it isn’t anything that simple.”

He rubbed his hands together. “God, you’re getting me all turned on.”

I laughed and returned to my spot closer to him. “Good. That’s why I’m here.” I leaned in as I spoke and tried to sound seductive.

“Is that a subtle hint you’d rather stop talking about yourself?” That white smile reappeared.

“I still haven’t heard why you use hookers.” I glanced around the room. Now that my eyes were adjusted to the gloom I could see there were some nice, expensive pieces of furniture. There were wall to wall bookcases, and a Georgian-style leather top writing desk that would easily go for three thousand dollars. The walls were adorned with tapestries and ornately framed paintings. “Rich guys don’t usually have any trouble getting laid, especially good looking rich guys.”

“Oh, well thank you. But unlike you I actually do believe in love.” He spoke quietly. “Or at least I did. I’ve had my chance at it and now it’s gone.”

The poignant tremor in his voice got to me. “What do you mean?”

He sighed. “I lost the love of my life. Well, I didn’t misplace him or anything. He died.”

“Oh, God. I’m so sorry.”

He shrugged. “It was five years ago.”

“Still, I’m sure it’s very painful.” I touched his arm and noticed he moved away ever so slightly.

Laughing gruffly, he crossed his arms. “Well, even a man with a broken heart has needs. That’s where you come in.”

“I’ll do what I can to help you forget.”

He smirked. “No. You’re here to help me remember.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Sex helps me feel alive again. I don’t really love people that much and I keep to myself mostly. When I do force myself to go out and socialize, it’s hard not to resent the happiness other couples have because I’ve lost Darren. I’m afraid losing him has changed me for the worst. Most of the time, I walk around like a zombie trying to feel something. Anything, really.”

I was touched with an urge to help him. To please him. Hopefully, he could grab a few hours of pleasure with me and he’d feel renewed on some level. I could see his handsome features fairly well by now, and I had a sudden urge to kiss his full lips.

He sucked in a breath when I touched his belt buckle. “What are you doing?”

“My job.” I leaned in and kissed him. His warm lips parted in surprise, sending a little zip of excitement straight to my balls. When the lip lock was over I said, “I came here to fuck you, and I’m going to do that now.” Once his buckle was undone, I slowly lowered the zipper, noticing his crotch was bulged. Good. He was already turned on. That made my job a little easier.

He swallowed loudly, and his breathing sped up. “I thought we might go upstairs first.”

I chuckled and pushed his pants below his hips, aroused by his gasp. “No.”


“Have you ever been fucked bent over a chair, Seth?” I whispered.

He shook his head, and his clean male scent reached my nostrils. “No.”

“You’re going to love it. You’ll see.” I pulled a packet of lube and a condom from my pocket, and I turned him slowly until his back was to me. “Bend over.” I ran my hand up his spine, kneading the tense muscles.

He hesitated and then complied. “Be gentle,” he said softly.

“That’s not really what you want, now is it, Seth?”


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I guess I have a little thing for firemen since this is my second story about firemen. They’re both GFY also. I know some people don’t like the GFY type of story, but I find them entertaining.

What do you suppose it is that makes us fond of the GFY storyline? Is it because we love the idea of temptation? Is it giving into our hidden desires is titillating to us humans?

Why do you enjoy GFY stories? Go ahead and leave a comment below if you would be interested in a free copy. I’ll pick one of you little rascals so you can indulge your GFY fetish. 🙂

Be sure to leave your email in your comment so I can send the winner their free e-book!







Firefighter Joe Allegretti has some flames that need putting out the minute he meets sexy fellow firefighter, Dallas Williams. But the heat he’s feeling has nothing to do with the burning buildings nearby.

Not counting one curious kiss with another guy in college, Joe has always dated women. But as soon as Dallas appears Joe can’t seem to ignore the scorching fire underneath that rages for the other man. But Joe struggles with what others might think of him if he dates Dallas openly, and Dallas isn’t interested in hiding what he feels for Joe. Joe’s a brave man, but is he brave enough to fight for what he wants?



The first time I saw Dallas, he appeared like an archangel from the burning church. Or at least, what I always imagined an archangel might look like. Tall and imposing, he strode confidently through the black smoke swirling around him like a heated tornado, and he carried Father Bronte over his shoulder like he was a feather pillow. I grabbed the padre and helped lower him onto a nearby stretcher.

“Is everyone out?” Father asked weakly. Then he fell into a coughing fit that would have made a pneumonia victim sound healthy.

“You don’t need to worry about nobody but you at the moment,” I muttered, shaking my head, and holding him down gently as he tried to sit up. “We’re in charge of saving souls right now.”

The EMTs approached, nudging me out of the way, and descended upon Father Bronte with needles and oxygen masks. Dallas and I moved back so we didn’t get stuck by mistake with one of the syringes.

Two guys from my truck ran into the building to take our places, and I pulled off my mask while Dallas did the same. His smile was white against his tanned face, and his blue eyes were rimmed by long, black lashes. I wasn’t the kind of guy who usually noticed things like that, so I was embarrassed when I did.

“Thanks for the assist,” he said, checking the back of my helmet. “Allegretti, is it?”

“No problemo.” I stuck out my hand. “Yep, name’s, Joe Allegretti. Fourth generation firefighter.”

He hesitated and pulled off his soot covered gloves. Then he grabbed my hand in his strong grasp. The warmth of his flesh against mine did weird things to my knees. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“I’m Dallas.”

“You a probie?” I asked. It was an innocent question, but he looked like I’d accused him of running off with my Aunt Marie’s silverware.

“Is that some kind of a joke?” His bright gaze that had seemed so warm and friendly earlier now looked rather hostile.

I laughed. “I only ask because I haven’t seen you around before.”

“Well, I’ve never seen you around before either, but that doesn’t mean I’d call you ugly and kick your dog.”

I wiped my face with the back of my sleeve and grimaced. “Let’s start over. I’m Joe, and you are?”

He grinned, and oh, Jesus, it was pretty too. “Dallas Williams. Not a probie.”

“You should just introduce yourself that way from now on. It’ll save a lot of trouble.”

“I might have to do that. You’re the third guy today who asked me that same question.” He glanced over his shoulder toward Father Bronte. The older man seemed to be doing better now, and his cheeks had some pink in them. “I’m no probie, but I’m new to this part of town.”

“You with 55?”

“I am now.”

It was obvious the fire was winding down since the smoke had stopped billowing from the steeple, and most of the crews were pulling in the hoses. Dallas scanned my face and his eyes stopped on my mouth. That strange fact sent a little shiver of something through me. Not an unpleasant shiver either.

“You’re Engine 480?” he asked.

I nodded. “Best damn house in the city.”

One of my guys high fived me on the way past. “Hellz yeah.” He continued on his merry way without another word after his show of solidarity.

Dallas held back a smile, but I could see amusement in his pretty eyes. “That’s going to come as a huge surprise to the boys at my house.”

“Pfft. You boys at 55 like to dream big.”

“That’s because everything about house 55 is big.” He wiggled his brows and I flushed.

“It’s weird I’ve never seen you around before.” I moved toward my truck as I spoke, and he followed like he didn’t want to stop talking with me.

“Not really. I was at a small house in upper Buffalo. I kind of miss the small town thing, but I was looking for a little more action, so I transferred to 55.”

“This city will keep you plenty busy. We got lots of pyros and lousy drivers. Never a dull moment around here.” I slammed shut one of the locker compartment doors on the engine. “It was nice to meet you, Dallas.”

“Today’s my birthday, so I guess God was smiling on me.” A lock of blond hair fell onto his forehead as he spoke, like a supermodel photo shoot arranged from heaven above.

My stomach warmed and I wrestled with the perplexing attraction I was feeling for this guy. I wasn’t into dudes. Never had been, really. Okay, I’d kissed a guy once in college when we were both drunk off our asses and curious. But since then I’d only been with women.

“Why you working on your birthday? Shouldn’t you be in a hot tub somewhere with a bottle of bubbly and a redhead?”

He ran his gaze over my auburn hair and he smirked. “The night is young.”

Oh, fuck. Was he coming on to me? The fact that I wasn’t immediately repulsed actually worried me.

I laughed and jumped a little when the Captain leaned on the horn of the engine.

“We got another call, Allegretti,” he yelled at me. “Stop flirting and get in the truck.”

I felt like it was my face that was on fire now, instead of the church. “I guess I’ll see you around.” I waved and headed for my company.

“If you feel like wishing me a proper happy birthday I’ll be at Soronto’s around eleven tonight.” Dallas wasn’t shy, that was for certain. “Ask your mom if she’ll let you come out and play with me.”

I shook my head and climbed into the truck, ignoring the curious glances of my fellow firemen.


firemanThis is a fun little blog hop! Draven St. James was good enough to organize this hop and we are all going to write about what inspires us. Oh, yes and I’ll be giving away a free e-book from my backlist! Whichever one your little heart desires. 🙂

I was trying to think about what inspires me and often it’s something as simple as a song, or the sound of an artists voice as he sings the song. Raw emotion, just something visceral that connects with me. I hear it and I immediately get chills and want to write the story for that character that is created in the moment.

I love honor and courage. There is something about the male spirit that gets to me. You see it in obvious, and amazing ways when dealing with fireman or a police officer. Men and women who race toward the danger rather than away from it like I would. Although if someone I love was in danger I am certain I would charge forward to help. But they do it for total strangers, and that is simply awe inspiring to me. I am moved by that level of valor.Police-IMG_4105

So answer this question in the comments below, and the response I like the best will win any book from my backlist that they desire!



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Cowboy and the Barista is on the loose!

My latest one from Evernight Publishing is available! It’s about a guy who owns a coffeehouse in the fictional town of Albin, Colorado and the tall, dark andepeditorsesal1s closeted cowboy he gets involved with.COWBOY (1)



“He had to cancel.”

He. That was promising. “Is he a shit kicker too?” I grinned.

He almost choked on his drink, and pressed his hand over his mouth to keep from spraying me with his beer. When he finally swallowed he frowned at me. “You almost killed me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“And yes he is. We worked on a ranch together a couple of years ago and we…keep in touch.”barista

“I see.”

“Did you assume I was dumb?” Asher asked watching me with narrowed eyes.

“What?” I asked confused.

“I mean when you first saw me, did you think I must not be very bright?” he asked.

I was feeling buzzed now so maybe I didn’t guard my tongue like I should. “I thought you were a mighty fine-looking cowboy. And I guess if I am honest I didn’t expect much in the brain department.”

His expression registered surprise at my candor and he also looked flattered. “I thought you were against people jumping to conclusions.”

I rubbed my eyes and laughed sheepishly. “I guess only other people.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not insulted because I basically thought the same of you.” He laughed. “Until we talked.”

“And then I dazzled you with my intellect?”

“You surprised me,” he admitted. “You had more spunk in you than the average city boy.”

“Spunk? Did you seriously just say I have spunk?” I grinned. “You really have been hanging around the livestock too long.”

His cheeks flushed, and he finished off his drink. “That’s because I like taming things.”

I laughed. “This is getting interesting.” He was definitely flirting with me now, and my stomach was warm with the excitement of it.

He met my gaze and his was smoldering, but then he looked away and swallowed nervously. “You and I come from different worlds.” There was a line between his brows.

“I think we probably have more things in common than you would think.”

“Like what?”

“We were both in the rodeo circuit.”

“That’s one.”

“You like my coffee,” I said trying to figure out why he looked so unhappy all at once. “We will always have that.”

“Yeah, but I can get java anywhere.”

“Nah, you can get hot, brown tasteless water out of a machine on every corner. But what I offer is unique and special.”

He sighed. “I’m inclined to agree.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” Were we even still talking about coffee?

He looked so serious suddenly I felt a little nervous. I glanced at Sal and she and her boy toy were getting along well as far as I could tell. When I checked Asher’s expression again it was still borderline grim.

“Were you going to hang around for the séance?” I asked. “I think it starts any minute.”

He shook his head. “No I seem to have enough trouble communicating with the living.”

“You seem like you’re in a bad mood.” I couldn’t help but comment. “Did I say something to bother you?”

He finished his drink and leaned forward putting his face near to mine. His breathing was slightly elevated with a hint of ale on his warm breath. “You bother me.”

I’m sure my expression registered the shock I was feeling. I was doing my best to hide the surge of lust I felt at his lips so near to mine. “That’s intriguing.”

“I preferred it when I thought we had nothing in common,” he said, his expression flirting with irritation.


“I like things simple,” he said gruffly, sitting back.

“I’m not following.”

“You’re easier to ignore if I’m just a dumb ass cowboy and you’re some wussy city boy.”

“Are you saying you’re having trouble ignoring me?”

“Probably because I equate you with my daily caffeine high,” he said, attempting a joke. Then he frowned again.

I took a sip off my glass and tried to control my excitement. It was obvious he was attracted to me too, but definitely fighting it. I wasn’t sure what to do. I liked him a lot, both physically and personality wise. But it wasn’t the best idea in the world to start something up with someone who was so glaringly ambivalent.

“No need to stress. We’re just two people having a drink together.” I tried to keep my tone light.


“Do you live nearby?” I realized it sounded like a pick up line the minute the words left my mouth. I cringed and tried to tweak it. “I just mean because you come in the shop every morning.”

He watched me with his narrow gaze. “This town’s so small I think everyone lives nearby.”

“Very true.” I finished my drink and bumped my glass on the table top. I wanted nothing more than to drag him home with me but I knew in his confused state that was a horrible idea.

He cleared his throat. “Would you want to go do something sometime?”

He was confused but he wanted to see more of me. Good idea or the worst idea? I took a deep breath to calm myself. “You mean like skin a raccoon or something?”

He laughed. God it was such a nice tone. Warm and husky. “While that does sound like a ton of fun, I was thinking maybe hiking or horseback riding.”

“I thought I bothered you.”

“I’m attempting to work through that.” He drummed his long tanned fingers on the table, and I tried not to obsess about what they might feel like skimming over my body. “You seem like a nice guy and I’d like to get to know you better.”

“So you decided against ignoring me?” I leaned back in my chair and allowed a sly grin. I couldn’t seem to help flirting with him.

“It’s not as easy as it sounds.”

“You know you aren’t the first dumb ass cowboy who has tried to butter me up just to get free coffee.”

A wide grin split his face, and he leaned in and said softly, “Oh, I’m sure I’ll end up paying for it one way or another.”shutterstock_58311313


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So many men, so little time! Leandro from my story The New Boss is the kind of guy I love. He’s sexy and honorable. He is loving and affectionate even though his boy friend is trying to hold him at arms length. This is how I pictured him.italianman

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