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“Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but until they speak to the imagination, not yet beautiful.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

New Release!

Start your summer with a steamy new series.

Welcome to Hampton General, where the stakes are high and sexual tension is even higher. Four of the McSteamiest romances you’ll ever read are waiting for you from Entangled Brazen.

Pulse… where love changes in a heartbeat.


Hot Southampton doctor Carson Reynolds isn’t the kind of man Gemma Carr should be playing with. But his offer of a fake engagement comes with sexy, late night house calls, and despite her bad girl reputation, it’s been far too long since she’s taken two and called anyone in the morning.

When Carson sees Gemma at a charity event, he knows he has to have her. It’s been ten years since he’s had her in his arms, but that hasn’t lessened his intense need for her. To save her reputation and get his parents off his back, he makes her an offer she can’t refuse.

It’s the perfect set-up—until this fake engagement starts to feel a little too real…


Excerpt from Engaging the Bachelor…

Gemma gave a curt nod, and Andy tapped the microphone and said, “Sold.” She gestured toward the staff. “Let’s take a short break and refill our drinks.”
The noise level reached a new high as the waitresses made their rounds, taking drink and food orders. Thankful the attention was off her, Gemma reached into her pocket for the key to the handcuffs.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Carson asked.
She worked to insert the key, but her hands were shaking so hard she couldn’t get it into the lock. “Getting us out of these things.”
“Maybe I’m not ready to set you free.”
“Too bad.”
The key slipped from her hand, and they both bent down and reached for it at the same time. Fingers brushed—intimate, soft—lingering a moment too long. She drew back like she’d been burned, but not before she caught the clean scent of his skin again, a beautiful reminder of the night that was permanently etched in her memory. Desire bombarded her, and she made a noise to cover the moan rising in her throat as his hand closed over the key.
His gaze slid over hers, his eyes glistening invitingly. He sipped the key into the lock and freed them. “Maybe I’ll hang on to these.” Handcuffs dangling from his finger, he bent forward, and put his mouth near her ear, the warmth of his breath on her face eliciting a shiver. “I might want to use them later.”
She snatched them back and jumped up. “Maybe I’ll use them on you.” Having taken care of herself for as long as she could remember, she was an independent woman, one who always called the shots. This take-charge attitude of his flustered the hell out of her and teased the hungry ache between her legs.
He followed her up straightening to his full height. A wicked grin tweaked the corners of his mouth. “If that’s the way you want to play it, I’m game.”
“That’s not what I meant.” She shook her head. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Done what?”
“Bid on me. I’m not interested in rekindling anything with you.”
“What makes you think this was all about you? I’m just trying to help out with your cause.” He pushed one hand into his pocket, looking for all the world like he was nothing more than a generous benefactor. But she knew better. Mr. Innocent, he was not. “You weren’t auctioning any women, and I wasn’t about to bid on some dude.”
“Why not? It’s for a good cause.”
“Yeah, but I like a date who can hold her own, one who is a little rough and tough.”
“You’re saying these guys aren’t rough and tough?”
He gave her a lopsided grin, and a laugh escaped her before she could stop it. “Not like you, they’re not.” His warm hand caressed her waist. “But don’t worry, there’s a cure for that.”
She eyed him, refusing to let him know his touch turned her to putty. “Oh, yeah? And what might that remedy be? You?”
His fingers splayed, and a flash of heat moved through her. Instead of answering, he asked, “Ready?”
She pushed on his shoulder to send him away, but he didn’t budge. Cripes, she’d have a better chance of moving an eighteen-wheeler with her finger than him. Rock solid and full of rigid determination, he stood there waiting like he had all the time in the world.
“Sorry, Sailor Boy, but I’m afraid we’ll have to postpone.” She tapped the podium. “I still have work to do so you might want to go home and get a good night’s sleep. You look like you could use it.”
Instead of backing off, he stepped closer, the blue in his eyes darkening and derailing her ability to think with clarity. “I’ve waited ten years, Gemma. Tired or not, a few more hours aren’t going to hurt.”
Shit, she wished he wouldn’t stand so close. It was messing with her last working brain cell. “When I get done here, I have to take Gracie for a walk.”
He arched a brow. “Gracie?”
“My guard dog,” she explained, and twirled the handcuffs around her fingers.
“I like dogs.”
“She doesn’t like men. If you get within five feet of her, she’ll probably bite.”
“With a name like Gracie, she doesn’t sound like she’d hurt a fly.”
“I never said she had anything against flies,” she replied, her voice light, teasing.
What the hell am I doing?
She was a known flirt, but the last guy she should be playing games with was Carson.
He laughed, amusement lingering in his eyes when he said, “I’ll take my chances.”
She gave a casual shrug, enjoying the easy banter between them more than she would have liked. “Fine then, don’t blame me if she takes your leg off.”
“Leg or no legs, you’re having dinner with me.”
“I don’t remember you being so bossy.”
He arched a brow, the look in his eyes challenging. “Oh, so now you remember something about me, do you?”
“No…yes…I mean…” Shit. Of course she remembered. Ten long years had passed, and she still couldn’t forget his kisses, the soft sweep of his hands on her body—gentle one minute, greedy the next. Arousal wound through her just from the memories.
Honest to God, how she was going to make it through a date with him without wanting an encore was beyond her.
Wait. Why the hell couldn’t she just get him naked and have her way with him—again? Why not satisfy a curiosity—what would he be like in bed after all these years—and scratch the itch that still stirred deep within her. Once he demonstrated that he cared only about himself and his needs, she’d be able to forget about him once and for all, and get on with her life.
Or not.

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Going Too Fast

Going Too Fast-HighResToday marks the release of the final book in the Big Easy series, Going Too Fast. Over the course of the past few years, I’ve enjoyed the opportunity to return to New Orleans and to Mama Lewis’ house for Sunday dinner. This final book was particularly fun to write because it gave me the opportunity to combine my world with that of Erin Nicholas’s way too cool, too fun Sapphire Falls world. It’s fun to imagine your own characters in another author’s setting and Sapphire Falls is truly one of my favorite places to visit as a reader.

A Big Easy/Sapphire Falls story

Zac Lewis has just finished medical school and is about to embark on his five-year residency to become an orthopedic surgeon. Before it starts, he decides to take some time off to relax and “ramble about.” He borrows an old RV from a friend and heads west with no definite direction. He decides to let the highway take him where it will. Fate puts him in Sapphire Falls during festival week.

Tacy Bradford is a former member of the Women’s National Soccer team. She’s got her gold medal…and a wrecked knee. Forced to quit playing too soon, she’s left to figure out “what now?” When her old babysitter, Lauren invites her to the festival, she decides a relaxing trip to Sapphire Falls might be just the ticket. However, the easy pace she was looking for evaporates once she lays eyes on Zac.

One minute Tacy and Zac are playfully arguing over who gets the last caramel apple, the next they’re doing the naked mambo in her hotel room and his RV. Neither one of them has a clue where they’re headed, but they know they’re going too fast. And they don’t care.


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The music began—an old Elvis tune—and Zac grasped Tacy’s hand.

“Hang on a second.” She pulled away to place her apple on the table where Lauren was sitting with a little girl on her lap, and then she returned.

The moment her hands landed on his shoulders, Zac realized that even if he danced every single dance with her tonight, it still wouldn’t be enough. He pulled her closer thinking that—odd as it seemed—he felt the same way as Elvis, as if he couldn’t help falling in love with this woman.

Tacy didn’t appear unaffected either. A fact she confirmed when she spoke. “Is it weird that I feel like I know you?”

He shook his head. “No. I feel the same way. Maybe we knew each other in a previous life.”

He’d meant his words as a joke, but Tacy didn’t laugh. Instead, she seemed to consider the supposition. “I like that idea. Makes it sound like we’re soul mates and we’ve managed to cross generations, worlds, lifetimes to find each other.”

“Are you looking for a soul mate, darlin’?”

“Isn’t everyone?”

Until that moment, Zac hadn’t been. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in romance, love, sex, marriage and kids. Eventually. All of those things were certainly on his list, under the heading Someday.

He’d been so focused, so intent on becoming a doctor, everything else had taken a backseat. Zac had dated. And he’d indulged in more than a few sexual affairs. He was only human, after all, and a man had needs. But he’d kept serious emotion out of it. Because there hadn’t been time.

“You went quiet.” Tacy was looking at him, still waiting for an answer. “Didn’t mean to freak you out or anything.”

He was freaked out. Not by her question, but by what it revealed. This trip had opened his eyes to how many places, how many adventures and opportunities he’d let pass him by as he kept his eyes on just one prize. Now he was forced to add love to the list. Until holding Tacy, he hadn’t realized how much he’d wanted someone to share his life with.

Zac placed his cheek against the top of her head as they continued to dance. “We must have been soul mates in another life because now that you’re here, I realize how much I’ve missed you.”


Winner Takes All

12279195_1264362426923048_5410718902786103359_nThe sixth book in the Big Easy series, Winner Takes All, can be found in the One Night in Vegas anthology. The set includes 6 brand new stories from some amazing authors including Red Phoenix, Sierra Cartwright, Angel Payne, Jenna Jacob, and Victoria Blue. I’ve read them all and they are so, so, SO HOT!

As the Food Fight competition heats up, so does the sexual tension between finalists Hollie and Noah–until the simmering need explodes into full boil. But in this contest, winner takes all. Will they choose fame over forever? Or will they claim an even bigger prize?

Sexual tension between Food Fight finalists Hollie and Noah heats up until simmering need turns to full boil. Winner takes all. But which prize will they choose?


She was shocked when Noah took her hand and led her to room 1503.

“How did you know this was my room?” she asked.

Noah frowned then tugged his cell phone from his pocket. “I was actually taking you to my room.” He flicked open his messages and showed her the text he’d received from the hotel’s front desk clerk.

She dug her phone out of her purse and did the same.


They’d been given the same room.

Had the Nyte made a mistake?

If they had, Noah didn’t seem to be in any hurry to correct it. “Open the door,” he said, his voice deep, almost demanding.

Her body reacted as if she’d been struck by lightning.

What if the front desk clerk had made a mistake and sent Noah her room number instead of his own? What would Noah say when he discovered her secret fantasy?

Then again, what if she was standing outside Noah’s room? She was dying to know what he’d selected for the remainder of his stay.

He leaned closer, placing a kiss on her cheek, his hot breath causing her stomach to flip-flop in anticipation.

“Open it, Hollie.”

She placed her thumb against the keypad and the locks clicked. It was her room. Her fantasy.

She opened the door. Noah caught her wrist before she could enter, holding her back, and together they looked inside.

The harem room was more decadent, more scandalously sensual than she’d imagined.

“Oh my God,” she whispered breathlessly.

What was she doing? This room revealed far too much about her desires to a man she’d never even kissed until ten minutes ago.

“If you step over that threshold, we’re playing the fantasy out.”

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Quote of the Day

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” — Douglas Adams