Monday, October 26, 2015

Christmas Comes to Sapphire Falls!

It's almost Christmas time again and that means more Sapphire Falls fun!

This year is especially special!  There's going to be a wedding!!

Here's the cover for the upcoming Sapphire Falls Christmas novella, Getting to the Church on Time :)

This will be available everywhere on December 1st!

I'm not saying much about the story-- I want it to be a surprise! But I will say that this is a fun, sweet, crazy story for Sapphire Falls fans!! Not really a great place to start if you haven't read at least some of the series because *everyone* shows up! :) But for fans of the series, I'm hoping that this will be a lot of fun for you! Because, well, *everyone* shows up! lol!

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Monday, October 12, 2015

FREE gift for newsletter subscribers!!

Mari Carr, Cari Quinn and I have teamed up to say thanks to our newsletter subscribers and invite even more people to sign up! 

Three, full length novels, just for signing up here!

The form will automatically sign you up for all three author newsletters AND we'll send you a free book bundle (mobi/ Kindle or epub/ nook, apple, kobo, etc)!  

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Getting It All, Erin Nicholas

There’s nothing like summertime in Sapphire Falls and Tucker Bennett is looking forward to hosting his best friend’s four young sons for the next three months. This is their first trip to Tuck’s farm since their father’s passing, and he’s fully prepared to step up for the boys. He’s also thrilled by the instant attraction to their aunt Delaney. He’s only ever wanted three things in life—his farm, a wife and kids. He’s already got the farm. Now it looks like Fate has delivered the rest in one complete just-add-dirt-bikes-and-a-new-puppy package.

Delaney Callan is beyond grateful for Tucker’s help while she catches her breath from becoming a sudden surrogate mother to her nephews. And she’s not immune to the sexual tension bouncing between them. But with all her focus on not screwing everything up with her nephews, there’s no time for a relationship, especially with marriage-minded Tucker. Of course, a casual summer fling is something else. After all, it would be a shame to waste a perfectly good barn…

Casual is the last thing Tucker wants. He’s set on taking care of Delaney and the boys, while she’s determined to prove she can go it alone. But she didn’t count on Sapphire Falls, the adorable little town filled with the loving, impossible-to-ignore Bennett family, well-meaning friends and everything four little boys could ever wish for.

What’s Delaney to do when the most impossible-to-ignore Bennett of all shows her the difference between what she needs and what she wants…and he turns out to be both?

If you’re a fan of Booze, bonfires, proposal-inducing pastry and using hay bales as a horizontal surface, this story is for you.

Waiting for You, Mari Carr

How do you protect the woman you love…when the greatest danger is sleeping in her bed?

Sydney Sparks can’t remember a time when Chas wasn’t part of her life—from childhood playmates, to high-school sweethearts, to long-distance friends. Now, after twelve long years, Chas is leaving the Marines and coming home. Sydney’s thrilled to have him back on American soil, safe and sound, even if his return is doing funny things to her heart.

The second he stepped off the plane and locked gazes with Sydney, Chas refused to waste a minute more on their “just friends” status quo. Together again, it feels as if they were never apart, the love they’d shared as innocent teens now vastly more intense as adults—with a sexual hunger to match.

However, despite his newfound happiness, Chas can’t seem to shake the memories of his tours in the Middle East, of the firefights, the killing…the deaths of his friends. When the flashbacks grow stronger, Chas struggles to hide his increasing lack of control, terrified of losing everything he’d just regained—including Sydney.

Twisted, Cari Quinn (with Taryn Elliot)
He’s always saved her. Now she’s going to return the favor...

Gray Duffy never thought he’d end up as the co-lead guitarist of Oblivion, one of the hottest rock bands in the country. Even better? He's sharing the experience with his best friend, Jazz. Since the day she’d showed up as his family’s new foster kid, Gray has protected her. Loved her. And not just platonically either. After all these years of wanting her in his bed, he still doesn't know what it would be like to have her mouth on his.

Except for that one time. The time he’d shared her with Nick. The best worst night of his life.

Now they’re living their dream. They’re making music together and spending every waking moment trapped in tight quarters. With success at their fingertips, the time is right for him to finally make his move toward the woman he needs.

He just never figured he would lose control. Or that she would find out.

They’ve loved each other through everything. But what if this time love just isn’t enough?

Monday, August 10, 2015

Sapphire Falls BONUS novella!

I have a surprise for the fans of Sapphire Falls! 

I've added a BONUS novella to the series!

Getting to Her is a companion to book six, Getting Over It, coming August 25th! This story does not need to be read before Getting Over It, it's definitely bonus content, and it is not a stand alone story. It tells the backstory of the couple, Hailey and Ty, giving you a peek into how it all began!

It will be coming to all retailers by August 11th, but is already live at Amazon and Kobo!

It's only 99 cents so grab it now if you're hungry for a taste of Hailey and Ty's story now as you wait for Getting Over It! :)

And be sure you don't miss Getting Over It on August 25th!  You can pre-order it everywhere now!

Barnes and Noble

Welcome back to Sapphire Falls! 

Sunday, July 5, 2015


~ Scene Continued ~

He licked long and firm and then sucked, swirled his tongue around her clit and made zings of sensation and heat zip through her body. He slid one finger deep and then another. Lauren tipped her head back, put her hand on the back of his head and needy moans were coming from her throat within minutes.
But he didn’t take her all the way to the summit. It was close—the muttered, “Fuck, you taste so good,” and the, “Damn, I could eat you all day,” and, “That’s right, baby doll, move just like that,” got her so close. But he lifted his head before she went over the edge.
“Hang tight, City.”
She wanted to protest, but she couldn’t lie, when he got to his feet, bare chested and wearing blue jeans unbuttoned over the hard ridge of his cock, and gave her his grin, she almost went the rest of the way into her orgasm.
His eyes on hers, he stripped out of his jeans and underwear. He, unlike her, had lost his boots at some point. He also had a condom handy.
She did appreciate a guy who was prepared for anything.
Her gaze was pulled from his by the delicious sight of him rolling the condom onto his long, thick cock. She went hot and wet all over again watching his hand stroke down the impressive length. He was gorgeous. Gorgeous. Big, solid, tanned from the sun, defined by his hard work.
Of course he was huge. Why not? If he’d been small or didn’t know what he was doing with a clitoris, or didn’t say City in exactly the tone that he used, she might not be in hopeless lust with him. But he was big, talented and sexy as hell. And she was in deep.

“Come here,” she said.
That husky voice, the look in her eyes, the fact that Lauren Davis was buck naked on his kitchen table…there was no way in hell he was going anywhere but here.
He stepped between her knees and moved to put his hands on that very sweet ass to get her closer. But her hand on his chest stopped him.
“Hang on, Farmer Boy. I’ve got some stuff to do.”
He lifted an eyebrow but didn’t protest a bit when she leaned in and put her mouth against his chest. She kissed her way across his left pec and then traced the B tattooed on his shoulder.
The tip of her tongue outlining the symbol he and his brothers all had inked onto their bodies was probably the hottest thing he’d ever experienced.

“Lauren,” he said roughly, balling his hands into fists to keep from grabbing her. “That’s making me nuts. I want to throw you back on this table and make it really hard for you to walk later. Just so you know.”
He heard the quick intake of air and then felt the puff of her breath on his skin. “Just a little more.”
She pushed him back, slid to the floor and bent her knees while cupping his ass with both hands. She ran her tongue over the ridges of his abs on the left, up the middle of his torso and then down the right side.
He was panting by the time she hovered over his cock.
“Almost done.” She looked up at him through thick lashes. “You got another one of these?” she asked, indicating the condom.
“Two boxes. I stocked up after the grape-slushy incident.”
She smiled. “See, you’re such a nice guy.”
Then she pulled the condom off and took him in her mouth.
He groaned and grabbed her ponytail, mostly to ground himself, though keeping her right where she was made a lot of sense too.
The feel of her hot, sweet mouth around his cock was sheer heaven. Travis stared down at her, absorbing everything about it—the feel of her hair in his hand, the perfect suction of her mouth, the sight of her taking him in and the glistening wetness she left behind when she lifted her head. And those damned boots.
“We’re to the this-is-the-fucking-greatest-sex-ever part, right?” he asked, leaning over and scooping her up and putting her down on the edge of the table again. “Because, darlin’, if that was you tryin’ to make this bad, you failed miserably.”
He pulled another condom from his jeans, rolled it on, stepped forward and took one of her knees in each hand.
“This is gonna be longer than eight seconds…barely…but it’s gonna be a helluva ride.” He didn’t bother wondering if she’d get the bull-riding reference. He just thrust deep and hard.
Lauren gasped and her hands flew to his shoulders to hang on.
She was gorgeous. Spread wide on his table, her breasts bouncing, lots of smooth tan skin and pink glistening heat. He thrust harder, unable to control his speed or intensity, spurred on by the pure instinct to possess her and be the best she’d ever had.
But she didn’t seem to mind. She was watching where they were joined, her breathing ragged, her chest, throat and cheeks flushed. She made the hottest sounds he’d ever heard and she gripped him with her inner muscles as if she would never let go.
That was just fine with him.
“City girl, you look good on my country table.” He reached with one hand to tug on one of the nipples taunting him. He hadn’t even had a good taste of those yet.
Her pussy clamped down on him as soon as he touched her breast, and she moaned.
“Oh, you like that.” He did it again, a little harder this time, and got a hissed, “Yes,” from her.
He was still holding one thigh, but she wrapped the other leg around his hip and pressed close, the heel of the boot digging into his ass.
“Travis. Damn. Yes.”
“What else do you like?” he asked. He wanted her screaming. His name. Definitely. “You want me to tell you that your pussy is making me fucking crazy? That I feel like I can’t get deep enough or move fast enough? That I would gladly stay right here, making you come again and again, every day for as long as it takes to make you get wet even hearing the word table.”
She gasped and then moaned. Her heel dug in harder and her muscles rippled around him.
“Lie back,” he said roughly, pulling her hand from his shoulder.
She lowered herself back on the table. The angle change pressed him against a new spot that made her cry out, and Travis tightened his butt and pumped harder and deeper.
Having sassy, sophisticated Dr. Lauren Davis spread out on his table, her head moving side to side, her thighs wide open to him, was more than he could take. He was going over the edge.
He pressed his thumb to her clit, circling and rubbing, bringing her along with him. “Come for me, City,” he muttered. “I want to see and hear that.”
She arched her back and gasped and then tightened around him like a hot fist. He thrust twice more and felt her orgasm grab her and suck him in hard.
Seeing this woman undone because of him made him feel like a fucking king. Damn right. And a second later, he came on the heels of her orgasm.
Several seconds passed with only their heavy breathing filling the air. Lauren flung her forearm over her eyes, her legs hanging loose over the edge of the table.
He braced his hands on either side of her hips, breathing in and out and wondering how long he had to wait to have her again.
It had never been like that before for him.
“I was wrong about the boots,” he finally said.
She moved her arm and peered at him. “Oh?”
“They’re awesome. You gotta keep ’em.”
“If I’d known boots would lead to that, I would have bought a dozen pairs long ago.”
He chuckled and pushed himself back from the table and then held out a hand to help her up. Her cheeks were still flushed and Travis felt like crowing.
She looked up at him and sighed. “Well, damn.”
He grinned. He knew she was talking about how complicated this made things, especially considering she didn’t want to like him. But he still grinned. Because he’d just had the best sex of his life and he felt fairly confident about being in her top three. And he was good with that. He had time to move up to number one. “Sorry.” But he wasn’t. Not at all.
“You’re not sorry.” She pushed him back, slid off the table and bent to retrieve her clothes.
“You’re not sorry either.” Pathetically, he wanted to hear her say it.
She straightened, pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and sighed. “Not exactly sorry, no.”
Not exactly the glowing review he’d been hoping for, but he should have known better.
“Well, if you like my kitchen table, you should see my shower.” He grabbed her hand and started for the steps upstairs.
He turned and sighed too. “I know, City. I know.” Wanting and liking her wasn’t exactly going to make his life any easier either.
“Look,” he said, cutting her off again. “I can’t make the sex suck. For us, that just isn’t possible. But I can feed you fried food, mediocre beer and make you play a sport you’re clearly unimpressed with in sand. That’s your only hope right now of not having one of the best days ever in Sapphire Falls.”
She looked like she was considering arguments and denials. But finally, she shook her head and said, “Okay. Amazing shower sex followed by boring, dirty volleyball. Let’s go.”

Travis ended up following her up the stairs.


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~ Scene Continued ~

Her whole body went hot and wet. That was what she wanted—for him to be crazy about her, to need her all the time like she did him.
“I love this song, I love that you have the notes to it all over your body and I want to fuck you right here against this piano so that every time you sit down to play you’ll think of me.”
She couldn’t breathe. Everything in her seemed to be straining toward him. She wanted that too.
But it was true. If she let him take her here, she would never sit at this piano—one of her havens, one of her special places—without thinking of him. Could she do that?
He cupped the back of her head and kissed her, long, deep, sweet.
She could definitely do it. She had to do it, in fact. If this fling, this whatever it was, was all she was going to have of him, then damn right she wanted to think about it every fricking day for the rest of her life.
She kept their mouths connected, but managed to turn fully, straddling his lap.
Jackson gathered her skirt up in his hands as she reached between them to free him from his jeans and boxers again. He was big and hard and ready for her and she thrilled with the thought that this man could want her so much.
He broke off the kiss, roughly pushing her shirt up, his hands going to her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples, then plumping one breast as he lowered his head, taking it into his mouth with hard suction.
Annabelle wrapped a hand around his erection, squeezing and sliding up and down the length, wishing for the first time in her life that she could give a blow job.
But Jackson was giving her no time for that. He released her nipple and pressed her back so that she leaned against the keyboard behind her, elbows depressing the keys in a loud, dissonant chord.
He drank in the sight of her, running his hand up and down her torso, between her breasts. His breathing was fast and he had a wild look in his eyes. He lifted her skirt and brought her forward on his lap, but clearly he couldn’t see what he wanted to.
“I’ll buy you fifty more,” was all he said before he grabbed the seam along the side of the skirt and yanked it apart. The skirt ripped up the side, the button closure at the waist popped open, and he flung it away.
Annabelle gasped and again realized that his rough dominant side was far more appealing that it probably should be.
“Caveman, huh?” she asked, her voice breathless.
“Damn right.”
She was now wearing only her T-shirt, bunched up above her breasts.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he told her. Then he lifted her by the hips and brought her down on his cock.
The sudden thrust shot hot sensations through her body and she gasped. He was filling her completely and she still felt as if she needed more. She ground her hips against his, using the piano behind her for leverage.
“Yes, like that,” he praised huskily.
He brought a thumb against her clit as he tugged on a nipple and Annabelle felt her orgasm already building.
She swiveled her hips and pressed against him again and he gave a little growl, squeezing her nipple. The sensation at her breast was seemingly linked to her clit and she felt the hot ache intensify.
“God, Annabelle.”
His voice was needy and rough and even that made Annabelle’s inner muscles clench in response.
“I’ll never get enough of you.”
Those six words sent her over the edge in the fastest orgasm she’d ever imagined. Her whole body clenched and she felt as though she was trying to pull him into her.
Including into her heart.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” he chanted as he thrust up into her, the rhythm and power reflected in the loud, pounding notes from the piano.
He came, groaning her name, holding her tight against him as his body shuddered, and Annabelle leaned in, wrapping her arms around him.

And wondering how she was ever going to let him go.


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