Monday, December 24, 2012

A Celestra Christmas Teaser

Merry Christmas!

Welcome to a special holiday edition of the Tuesday Tease. I thought since my favorite holiday fell on a Tuesday this year I’d do something a little out of the ordinary.

Here’s a Celestra snippet that may or may not be a part of ELYSIAN, (the final book in the Celestra Series.)

Happy reading!

I hope Santa brings it all!!!

~It's a Not-so-Wonderful Life~

 (Marshall and Skyla, Christmas Eve)

Mia and Melissa sit on the floor texting each other with their new phones with nothing but the colorful Christmas lights to brighten the room. A tidal wave of wrapping paper surrounds them and it looks magical, the silver foil sprayed with rainbow colored lights—even Tad’s annoying tinsel holds a regal beauty at this late hour, reflecting blues and purples.
Outside the window, the navy sky is stamped with charcoal colored clouds—a wash of moonlight shines over the ground, bright as a spotlight.
I roll off the couch and make my way outside. There’s nothing in me that can mirror the joy of my sisters. Not even holding little Beau tonight on his first official Christmas was enough to pull me out of this funk.
It’s cold outside. The wind licks at my ankles and the iced porch seeps right through my socks. I head out toward the woods regardless of the Arctic chill. This is one of those moments in life where you wish the black of night would swallow you whole and you’d cease to exist forever.
“Midnight stroll?” A male voice booms from behind.
I don’t need to turn around to know its Marshall.
I lunge at him and wrap my arms around him so tight, you’d think he just rescued me from a burning building.
“No need for all the teen angst.” He buries a kiss in my hair. “A simple Merry Christmas will do.”
“Merry Christmas.” I give him a quick peck square on the lips.
“Now tell me why you’re out here, and not in there trying out the new clothes I’ve lined your closet with.” He growls with his signature sexual leer.
“Because I’m pretty sure they’re illegal.” I roll my eyes as I envision the parade of lacy frilly numbers that I’ll have one hell of a time explaining once my mother catches sight of them. “A hooker would blush wearing those things.” I try to keep a smile from hedging on my lips.
“They’re not street clothes, Skyla. It’s a private reserve for our soon-to-be expansive couple time.”
“About that”—I bury my face in the warmth of his chest a moment before pulling back—“Marshall, I can’t take this. I’ve become a poison that kills everything she touches—everyone she loves.”
“Well then, you must hate me because I’m still standing. And I assure you, I’m quite virile.” He takes up my hand and we begin to stroll through the maze of pale birch trees with their chalky bark.
I glance up at the deep cobalt sky through the gnarled branches and a sense of peace begs to take over this horrible foreboding, but I wont let it.
“You know, sometimes Marshall, I wish I was never born. I’m sure it would have been a lot less trouble for everyone all around—me included.”
Marshall wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me in.
“Why don’t we verify this rather morose theory of yours.”
“And how will we do that?” I glance up at his well-chiseled features—that gorgeous head of hair that reflects the glow of the moonlight. I can’t help but note a sparkle of excitement in his eye. I’m sure his “verification” methods are engineered to land me on his mattress.
He gives the impression of a wicked grin. “That, too shall come to pass but first—I’ll simply reverse the natural order of the last eighteen years while we take a little joy ride through time.”
Marshall doesn’t wait for my approval. He waves his hand in the air and the woods, the soot covered sky converge in a whirlpool of color, and we spin in a downward spiral as if he had just flushed all of Paragon down the toilet.
And with my luck, he just may have.


The sky opens up to a tangerine expanse. The familiar perfume of warm roses, mixed with smog, assures me we’re in LA. It’s this scent exactly that has bookmarked itself in my mind as the marker of my old home.
Marshall lands us at an opulent estate, a tall white mansion with miles of garland looping around the property. A few cars sit out front while people mill inside the palatial estate, enjoying a holiday party.
“You did it!” I give a little jump holding tight to his hand. “This is really the world without me in it?”
“Indeed it is, and I wouldn’t be so giddy, Ms. Messenger. It’s not all smog and roses you know.” He wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Come.” Marshall walks us through the iron gate as if it were nothing but a vapor, he speeds to the oversized McMansion and we walk through the tall glossy doors swift as apparitions.
A familiar Christmas carol plays throughout the opulent home as we make our way into the party.
“Oh look!” I point over to an all-familiar, strapping man, holding a drink in hand and sharing a laugh with friends. “There’s my dad.” Everything in me sighs as I take him in.
“Not your father,” Marshall says, strolling us through the expensively dressed crowd. “You don’t exist, remember?”
“Oh.” A thread of disappointment runs through me. “I sort of forgot about that.”
A giant Christmas tree is lit up with a million white lights at the far end of the room, and I distinctly recognize the redhead belting out a laugh.
“There’s Mom!” I squeal like a schoolgirl. “Am I going to see how they met?” I’m fascinated by this. I should have Marshall blip me out of existence more often.
“Heaven’s no. They’ve already met. Lizbeth was a bridesmaid at his wedding a year ago.”
“A what?” The room warps with my surprise.
“Careful, love. We’re in a delicate state of being.”
“So, Dad married someone else? It’s Candace isn’t it?” I wouldn’t put it past my celestial mother to simply have another version of me. That’s always been the underlying truth—she never quite needed me.
“She indeed needed you, Skyla or you wouldn’t have been born in the first place.” Marshall points over to a toasted blonde with a silver lame pantsuit that makes feel like I’m going to have a seizure just looking at it. “That’s your father’s bride. She’s expecting twins. Two boys. All holy hell will break loose once she spawns the little demons.”
“What?” I gasp in horror.
A bell goes off near the tree and all eyes are directed toward the illuminated ode to Christmas foliage. And what to my wandering eyes should appear but Demetri Freaking Edinger.
“What does he want?” I spit it out low, suddenly disgusted by the horrible turn of events.
“Please, everyone I bid you a moment of your attention,” he calls it out over the crowd and the room hushes to a whisper. “I want to thank you all for coming out.” He gleams his wicked scowl as he scans the room and squints a special smile in my direction. “My bride and I will be leaving shortly on our honeymoon, but please, stay and enjoy the festivities. Santa arrives at eight.” He lifts his drink high in the air.
“Shit.” I watch in horror as Demetri makes his way to my mother and seals his lips over hers.
The room starts in on a low-lying tremble, then gyrates violently, and the crowd lights up with scream as Marshall and I disappear.


“Do control your emotions dear." Marshall smoothes out his shirt. "I’d hate to have my visa revoked by the Decision Council for disrupting the unnatural order of things.”
“That was disgusting,” I say, taking in our new surroundings.
A bevy of bodies clutter up a darkened living room and for a second I think we’re at one of Ellis’s morally bankrupt parties only to discover a far more familiar layout. “We’re at the Oliver house! I’m much more relived to be here, than Demetri’s hornets nest in a reality where he weds my mother.”
“We’ll see about that.” Marshall walks us through the crowd and tempers his body to the rhythm of the loud raucous music booming through the speakers. “Oh, yippy”—he bleeds a nefarious smile without the proper enthusiasm—“here comes Jock Strap now.”
Gage. Those deep wells dig in on either side of his face as he gives one of his killer smiles. For a minute I think maybe he’s smiling at me until a brunette, wearing nothing but a not-so-long T-shirt, runs up and uses his body as pole.
“Who the hell is that?”
That is a girl who has had her sights on young Oliver for quite some time now. And is she ever glad you’ve never taken up space on the planet—or least she would be.” He nods over toward the hug fest.
I want to hurl at the sight of her over zealous limbs rubbing up against him. Honest to God, it hurts just to be facing their direction.
Her long tan legs, her flowing dark mane remind me a lot of Chloe but thankfully she’s not the skank in question.
Gage gently removes her and takes a step away. His smile fades as he makes small talk.
“Ha!” I laugh in the face of Marshall’s botched up plan to drive me insane with jealousy. “I can totally tell he’s not interested. According to his body language, he’s looking for a quick escape.”
“It’s true. His heart is full of sorrow.”
I feel horrible. I’m almost afraid to ask why.
“That’s right, Skyla. He senses a part of him is missing. He’s quite the brooding artist, sinking himself in his poetry—those morose metrical compositions take up most his day and night. He’ll be famous for them one day but not until well after his death.”
“That’s terrible.”
“Don’t feel too badly. Prior to his rather untimely demise, he marries the very girl that he’s trying to avoid.”
“No!” It gasps from me. “I mean… they don’t even look good together.” Now there’s a lame excuse to keep someone for myself when I don’t even technically exist.
“Give her about ten years time and she’ll agree with you. She leaves him for a minor league baseball player. Oliver will have sole custody of the children, though. It’s not all doom and gloom for the blue-eyed sage. There’s a second nuptial on the horizon shortly after that.”
“Children?” The thought of Gage procreating with half-dressed skanks makes me feel like someone just threw a brick at my chest. And, another bride? I don’t like this one freaking bit. “That’s….”
“Not what you expected?”
“At least Chloe’s not in the picture.”
“Things couldn’t be further from the truth.” He nods just past my shoulder at a rather wasted brunette doing what looks like a sloppy rendition of a lap dance over some guy… and holy shit I think that’s Logan!
“That is Logan!” I try to make my way over, but Marshall holds me back.
“Relax. You don’t exist, remember? Besides, she’s simply trying to make Jock Strap writhe with jealousy.”
“Does Logan know this?” As much as I hate the thought of her trying to rile up Gage, I hate the fact she’s using Logan to do it.
“He doesn’t mind one bit. In fact, Chloe is simply one of many in a long line of women trailing around the block to get on the Logan express.”
“That’s disgusting. Get me out of here right now.” I try to yank Marshall out the door, but he’s screwed his feet into the floor and doesn’t budge.
“Leave now? Why—the party is just getting started. Look at this…” He motions back over to Logan.
I’m half-afraid to witness anymore of the carnage. I peer around Marshall’s chest only see Michelle and Lexy pawing all over the golden Oliver.
“I thought you were going to show me something new.” I almost breathe a sigh of relief because I know for a fact Logan’s not really interested in either of them. “Remember that time I thought Michelle was having your baby and it was really Brielle knocked up with Drake’s twisted seed?” I give a little chuckle.
Marshall sneers into my stab at humor.
“Observe,” he gravels it out low.
Begrudgingly I glance back at Logan. He looks like a God, with his smile beaming, his face radiating all kinds of outrageous levels of joy—only his eyes are closed and wait…where the hell are Lexy’s hands anyway?
Michelle climbs up and sits on his shoulders and I have a feeling things have slipped past the NC 17 portion of evening.
“I don’t know what the hell they’re doing but please get me out of here.” I go to bury my face in Marshall’s chest just as a dark-haired boy with steel blue eyes catches my gaze and his face starts in on a slow spreading smile.
“He sees me,” I say mesmerized as I make my way to Gage.
He comes at me with a slow and determined gate, his chest as wide as a wall. I can make out the muscles under his T-shirt as they ripple on through.
Gage pulls back his cheek and his dimple lights up on the left, melting me on the inside with a pleasure that sweeps away this incurable ache.
Our lips crash in one resplendent exchange. His mouth covering mine with its warmth but something about his kiss feels resistive on every level.
Marshall yanks me away by the elbow.
“Now, now, do refrain from possessing Ms. Bishop. Should she be apprised of the situation, a head might be required per her specialty.
“Chloe?” I look back at Gage to see him trying to peel Chloe off his person. “He was kissing Chloe?”
The room warps with my words. Logan looks over at me and for the first time I think he actually sees me. He leaps in our direction just as the room reduces to soot.
“Skyla!” I hear his voice echo through the strange chambers of time as Marshall hustles us off to yet another direction.


“He saw me.” I marvel at Marshall as a deep purple wall warbles in and out all around us.
“He did, didn’t he?” Marshall is less than impressed by Logan’s supernatural feat. “Nonetheless, there’s one more thing I need for you to see.”
“What is it?” I take in the creepy environment as it fades to an ethereal space somewhere high above the earth with a nest of lightning rotating above us like an electrically charged guillotine ready to shred us to pieces.
“The Faction Council has gathered. There’s an announcement to be made in just a few moments.” Marshall zips us toward the tiny blue marble we call home.
A scene appears. We’re in an oversized room, lined with tables full of cookies. The scent of burnt coffee lies thick in the air. I recognize this place as Nicholas Haver’s overgrown barn where the Faction Council meets on Paragon.
“The faction leaders have spoken.” A voice emits from the front and sitting at a long plastic table is none other than Nicolas himself. “Celestra shall surrender its standing and graft onto its Countenance brothers and sisters. There shall be unity among Nephlim this day.” He gives a little chuckle. “I jest.” His triple chin rolls with delight as he belts out a brief laugh. “There aren’t any more of those poor souls around to graft onto anything—never could hold a candle straight without burning themselves. Let their demise be a lesson to us all. The Countenance must remain supreme. Should we even think of defeating them, our annihilation is eminent.”
I gasp at his cowardice.
“Is this true?” I balk at Marshall. “All of Celestra is gone?”
“I’m afraid so. What little Celestra blood remains has been pledged to the Counts,” he whispers before motioning my attention back to the front.
“There is no way around this,” Nicholas begins. “As uncomfortable as it is, we must discuss the plagues.”
“What plagues?” I startle into Marshall at idea of something deadly brewing.
“All of humanity shall undergo a rather brutal pruning. The causalities will be staggering, bodies in the streets with no one left to bury the dead. I’m afraid the future isn’t so bright for the rest of the world now that you’ve selfishly reduced yourself to an unsatisfied gleam in your father’s eye.”
“First, that’s disgusting. And second, I get your point. Get me home. I’ve obviously got work to do.”
“You seem far more angry than you do relieved to be a help to anyone.”
“I am angry. Only this time my anger is aimed right where it needs to be—at the Counts.”


Marshall blinks us back to the forest behind the Landon house, and a chill grips me until I seize in his arms.
“That was all around awful,” I say, as Logan and Gage blink through my mind.
“That was just the beginning. I would never dare show you the horror that world truly experiences in reality without hope.”
“Is that what I bring?” I look up at him as the sterile blue light of the moon washes out his perfect features.
“Very much so.” Marshall plants a chaste kiss on my forehead. “Merry Christmas, Skyla.”
I reach up on my tiptoes and sear a quick kiss on the side of his cheek. “Merry Christmas, Marshall.”
“Goodnight, love.”
My room appears around me and I’m tucked neat in bed. I reach over and turn on the lights before peering under the covers.
I’ve magically donned a red and green barely-there teddy with white stockings and a bright red bow around my left thigh.
Typical Marshall.
A glint of light shimmers outside of my window, and I get out of bed to see the dawn of a new day breaking over Paragon.
All is new again.
There is so much hope in this world. And for the first time in a long while, I’m so glad to be a part of it.
It’s all going to work out in the end.
And if it doesn’t… 
I let out a deep breath. 
If it doesn't, I’ll have to figure out a way to rewrite the past.
I touch my finger to the red velvet bow wrapped around my thigh. Despite all of his perverse misgivings, I’m sure glad to have a certain Sector by my side.
The window fogs up and something like that of a finger draws out an image of a heart over the glass.
Like I said, it’s nice to have a Sector that cares.
I touch my hand to cool glass and that familiar buzz of delight rails through me.
“Merry Christmas, Marshall,” I whisper. “Thank you for giving me hope when I needed it.”    


Merry Christmas to all~!

Thank you to all who have gobbled up Someone to Love~!

And if you haven't, it's available here:
Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, (iTunes to come)

Enjoy the holiday and the week!

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Supa Sale~!

Supa Christmas Sale!!

With the stress of the holidays nearly over, now is a great time to sit back, curl up in your favorite reading chair, and get lost in fabulous new worlds. To help you do just that, some authors have banded together and put all their titles on sale, right NOW!! Some of this season’s most popular e-books have been discounted to just $0.99!!! Don’t miss out!

For all of you who got new Kindles for Christmas, this is the perfect opportunity to start your new library!! Please spread the word and share this post with all your friends – they’ll thank you for it!

Please visit Michelle Mutto's blog to see the awesome display of books and links and please like and follow Michelle because she is made of awesome!!! ETHEREAL is still free, TREMBLE is .99 and EPHEMERAL is .99 for one week only~!!!!!!! Do not miss this ridiculously awesome sale~!!!!

And lastly, Someone to Love is out!!! And available at these awesome retailers (be warned there is some serious steam heat locked in those pages).

Amazon,  Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, (itunes to come) 

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Someone to Love is available~!

It's here! It's here!  Someone to Love is up and running!!! 

Someone to Love is a light, sexy read that is far more naughty than it ever is nice.

Links: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords (iTunes to come).

Someone to Love

New Adult Contemporary Romance 
*Intended for mature audiences* 17 + due to sexual situations

What happens when two people who don’t believe in love, happen to fall madly into the most beautiful relationship they could ever imagine? A train wreck.

When twenty-year-old Kendall Jordan transfers clear across country to Garrison University, the last thing she’s looking for is a one-night stand. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what, gorgeous, Cruise Elton offers.

Kendall has long since come to realize that love is an illusion that never lasts, and Cruise couldn’t agree more—but something deep inside her wants him all for herself. So, Kendall devises a seat of the pants plan to “play the player” and proposes that Cruise tutor her in becoming a female version of himself, Garrison University’s own playboy.

Real feelings begin to emerge, and neither Kendall nor Cruise know how to classify them. Everything they once thought they knew is redefined as they discover, in one another, Someone to Love.

I had a blast penning it. I really hope you'll have a blast reading it. 

*If you enjoy the book, please feel free to leave a review. I appreciate even a sentence or two~!

Happy reading~! xoxo

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Teasers, hugs and Someone to Love release date

Welcome back to the Tuesday Tease. 

Hugs to all. I feel like this week we need them all around. So BIG (((hugs))) and peace.

I don’t have much to say other than I’m turning Someone to Love over to the formatter tonight. I’ll call Saturday 12/22/12 the official release date although I will be uploading on Friday so you never know.
Here are some quick teasers, I hope you enjoy!


(Kendal, a.k.a. Kenny, and Cruise)

He grazes his bottom lip with his perfect straight teeth, so unearthly white they glow. “Do you believe in love at first sight, Kenny?”
Everything in me freezes. If I did believe in love at first sight, I would hope it would be with someone as godlike as Cruise Elton who saw fit to back me in a corner and bless me with his rock hard body—but alas the answer is no.
“After my mom’s fifth marriage ended, I stopped believing in love and Santa.” It comes out much cheerier than the sad news it really is.
He pulls his cheek to the side and gives a sexy smile that sears me with heat in places I’ve never felt before. 
“I don’t believe in it, either. But you can’t tell me Santa isn’t real.” His grin widens. “I knew I liked you.” He cups the side of my face and swallows hard. Gone is the playful flirt as his features take a turn for the serious. His eyes close as he comes in for the kill. My heart gives a few wild thumps, alerting me to the fact that Cruise Cock on Fire Elton has the power to induce a cardiac episode in me if he wanted.
“Whoa.” I slap my hands over his chest and give a good shove. “Sorry, cowboy, I’m not into one-night stands either. I get it. I really do,” I say, trying to maneuver my way from under him. “You’re on a road show with your penis, and trust me, I’m the last person who wants to get in your way. But I’m telling you, operation occupy-my-vagina is a no-go for the evening.”


(Logan with Skyla in Ellis’s pool house)

“So”—I take a breath not knowing what’s about to fly out of my mouth—“how long have you known?”
Shit. Wrong question. Barron specifically said to test her first.
I hand her a pool stick with a reluctant smile. I can’t help it though. Skyla has me all twisted up whenever she's around. She could get me to rattle off the combination to the floor safe at the bowling alley if she wanted.
“Known what?” She blinks up as if she’s got no idea what I’m talking about, but something about the way her lips twitch tells me otherwise.
I tilt my head to the side and study her—those high cheekbones, her cute pinched nose, hair like a lion's mane. God, all I want to do is pull her in and cover her mouth with a kiss that goes on for days.
       “That I like to play pool?” She looks up at me from under her lashes before shooting the ball across the table. “Stripes.”
Skyla remains frozen, bent over the table, most likely amazed that she got the ball to obey her command. I snap up a stick and step in behind her. My heart is about ready to blow from my chest, amongst other bodily explosions that are demanding to happen right about now. I lay over her without processing anything my grey matter might like to inject in the situation. I’m firing on one hundred percent primal instincts at the moment, and God, I love these primal instincts. Her body rises to meet me, her bottom tucks into my hips and I give an inaudible groan.
“Solids.” I blow the word over the side of her face while trying to control my breathing.
Skyla spins around. Her eyes glitter up at me with a smile all their own as she touches her nose to mine for a brief second.
Hot damn. I do believe she’s flirting in the best way possible.
      I run my fingers through her hair before stroking the back of her neck.
Kiss me, I roar it out like a lion and wait to see if she heard. 

EVANESCENT (The Countenance 2)

(Laken with Wes)

So many nights I wondered what it would feel like to have Wes with me, to be nestled in his arms, to hear him breathing—now, here we were, and it doesn’t feel at all like I thought it would. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine death would regurgitate him back to me, only to have reality expose him as something just shy of a monster. Deep down inside, I still want Wesley—just not this version.

ELYSIAN (Celestra Series Book 8)

(Skyla with her biological mother)

“Don’t walk away when I’m talking to you,” I say it sharp and clear, leaving her without excuse.
She turns around slowly, burning with anger—the promise of an execution fresh in her eyes. Her face is a perfect resemblance to mine, such a close second it feels as though I’m arguing with a mirror. If ever I wanted to kick my own ass, here it is—my golden opportunity.

***Hope you enjoyed! 

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Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Tuesday Tease

Hi Guys! Welcome back to the Tuesday Tease! I’ve been working nonstop on Someone to Love while my editor plows through it once again. She said I’d have it back today so I’m thrilled with that. It shouldn’t be too long after to format and load it. If it is, well, I blame Christmas, lol! Shopping seems to sideline every project under the sun these days.
There was so much interest in ETHEREAL KNIGHTS last week (I’m humbled, thank you guys!) that I’ve included a teaser for that. It’s next in line to give my editor and I’m going to work my hardest to get that out in January. It’s all done but it needs her awesome eyes to gloss over it.
On to the teasers!

(Kendall runs to Cruise’s bed, past midnight, scared out of her mind.)

“What brings you for a visit?” He runs his gaze down my ridiculous state of dress. Perfect. I’m pretty sure I’m the least sexiest woman to have ever graced his bed.
“The rats of Massachusetts have gathered in my room for a state-wide conference,” I whisper in the event their tiny ears perk up at attention and they decide to migrate over. “You my friend have an infestation of the vermin variety.”
Every rat in Massachusetts has congregated in your bedroom?” His left dimple goes off, mocking me, and suddenly I find his vexing good looks annoying as hell.
“That’s right,” I say accusingly. “And I bet you’ve been planning it all along.”
He belts out a laugh that startles me.
“You got me.” He holds out a hand. “I had a big meeting with all the rodents in the neighborhood and orchestrated the entire event. I’ve got an alligator working his way through the sewage pipes as we speak.”
“No way.” I cover my ears. “If I listen for one more minute I’m going to pee standing up for the entire next year.”
“I’m teasing. I assure you the throne is still a safe place to rest on your laurels.” Cruise sits up and pulls me to my knees. “Clothes”—he drills into me with those lucent blue eyes—“on or off?”

(Gage and Logan are at the faction meeting that they didn't want Skyla to attend. Gage gets bored and he begins to replay the evening, casting himself as Skyla’s love.)

Nicholas Haver segues right back into the minutia of everyday life, discussing the potholes on Saddle drive, and my mind goes numb from listening. If you ask me the Faction Council is in need of new leadership. For all practical purposes this could be a "city" council meeting because not a thing about the factions has been brought up once.
I’m so fucking bored. I wish I were back at the party. Hell, I wish I could rewind the night and have it all work out different. Now there’s a “superpower” I’d love to have.
I imagine the house with all of its haunted memories of Chloe—those paper butterflies that I’m not even sure Skyla is aware of yet, lurking in the attic room just above her closet. I picture Logan and I walking in and starting the night anew.
“Hi!” Skyla would be eager to greet me. She wouldn’t even notice Logan and his pretty boy smile.
I’d try to say something and she’d place her finger over my lips. “Don’t talk. Just kiss me.”
I’d plunge my lips over hers and we’d kiss right there in front of every person I know.
It would be me that Skyla wanted to make a public proclamation with, not Logan. It would be me peppering her head with kisses, me with my arm secured around her waist, but it wasn’t.
I don’t know if it ever will be.

EVANESCENT (The Countenance Book 2)
(Laken thinking about Wes)

Maybe our love had its chance and we lost or maybe I’m just not trying hard enough. Whatever it is, I’m pretty sure puncturing my teeth into an imprisoned stranger is not going to bring us closer as a couple. I’m almost certain it’s going to move us the hell away from one another pretty damn quick. I can see now the spiritual terrain on which we’ve landed for what it is—a landslide. I’m not sure we’re ever going to recover. And with Wesley’s strange enthusiasm for all things wicked, I’m not sure I want us to.  

ELYSIAN (Celestra Series Book 8)
(Skyla and Marshall)

I clasp my hand over his and then I see it, our entire future laid out in one seamless erotic stream.
“Good God,” I pant. “This had better be some warped fantasy or I’m going to…”
“Or you’re going to what?” He firms his grip over mine and I choke out a breath, completely intoxicated by the viral sensation he’s railing through me.
“Viral sensation,” he huffs. “You know very well you’re trembling from the sheer pleasure of the escapades you’re privy to. In fact, why waste another moment leering when we can indulge our flesh in real time. I’ll take you to the future at once.”
The room claps to darkness and we disappear.  

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Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Tuesday Teasers + Cover reveal!

It’s here again, the Tuesday Tease~!
Super huge thank you to those of you who participated in reader appreciation month. I really do appreciate each and every one of you and think of you like family. Thank you for reading the books, reviewing and for taking the time to reach out to me on facebook, twitter, my blog and email. I love hearing from you and I look forward to getting to know you better~!
Cover reveal!!!

SOMEONE TO LOVE is New Adult, intended for mature audiences, 17 and up, due to sexual situations. 
It’s coming out at some point in December. I’m hoping next weekish.
On to the teasers~!


It was that season in my life, the coming of age of the woman inside me that longed to know the secrets of the universe—those potent with lust and desire—the very thing that harnessed a sexual frenzy and drove humanity along on its erotic trembling wings.
I’ve always thought of love as a very sharp knife that held the promise of exquisite pain, never one that satisfied, never a theory you could nestle in, warm and safe, forever. Love was dangerous terrain. It was where you met your enemy and gutted them before you sacked their belongings, hitting the road long before the ink dried on the divorce papers—that’s what my mother taught me.
I was my own universe. I guarded my heart, froze and buried it in the tundra of my own misgivings. But now that I was clear across country at Garrison University, desire and passion reared their ugly heads. My body ached to know things, and those kinds of lessons could only come from a heated body pressed against mine.
Sex manifested itself in all things. It was all around me—the hibiscus with its sticky pistil, its stamen hungry to release, the perfect round bottom of the peach, the fig tree heavy with its sacks of seeded fruit—the stray cat locked in heat as she begs for a companion. It was everywhere, viral and prolific. All of nature was making love, encouraging humanity with its undeniable whispers. Every day it resonated like an erotic echo. I was envious, greedy to experience the gnashing of hips, the interlacing of hands, knees tucked against mine. I wanted to glean all of the sensual knowledge firsthand.
I held onto virginity and reason long enough—staved off the enemy for far too long. Every intimate part of me was quivering, cheering on my newfound carnal revolution, and now here I am standing in front of the god of Garrison in the exact amount of clothing I was born in.
“Down,” he instructs.
I get on my knees and he pulls my head back. Instinctively I know this is going to hurt and I want it to. I want to feel everything Cruise has to offer—all that he’s willing to thrust my way.
He steps into me and unbuttons his jeans. He flicks at his zipper and gives the impression of a wicked grin.
“With your teeth,” he commands.
And I do.


EVANESCENT (The Countenance 2)
(Laken and Jen)

I just stare at her stupefied for a moment.
“I don’t care what Wes says, I’m not going in there.” I point to the room ablaze like an inferno. “In the event your blond head hasn’t picked up on the smoke signals, the room is on fire.
“Don’t be silly, Laken.” She gives me a hard shove through the door. “Every good girlfriend does what her boyfriend wants.”
“Your ex-boyfriend wishes!” I scream as she seals me in the room of doom.  

ELYSIAN (Celestra Series Book 8)
(Skyla to Marshall)

“That’s an awful long time. I’ll be in diapers by then.”
Those hotter than hell lips of his scowl in my direction and he wands his fingers over my abdomen. Honest to God, something just heated up inside of me—if he impregnated me “angel style” I’m going to flip.
“What was that?” I squawk.
       “I bequeath you the everlasting gift of continence.”

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