Friday, August 28, 2015



     Two passionate stories of women finding love when they least expect it...
Never is Not Forever 
Claudia Brown has the perfect life, full of all the trappings of success. She has put herself through school and has worked hard to become the youngest English department chairperson at a prestigious ivy-league university. One trap she swears to avoid is marriage—a sure-fire way to constrain her career. Besides, she likes playing the field. But when Claudia realizes her biological clock is a ticking time bomb, she decides to have a baby—minus the attachment of the father. After a meticulous search she finds the perfect specimen: Robert Sterling, a smart, sexy, fellow professor. But she doesn’t factor in the one thing that can derail her entire campaign—falling in love with the sperm donor!
Forever Yours 
When Jade Green meets successful trial lawyer, Charles Trotter, she finds herself relaxing in the warmth of his smiles and his off-beat humor. Best of all, even though he is a blue-eyed hunk, she thinks of him only as a great guy to hang with—no drama, no intimacy, no possibility of shattered dreams. And wonder of wonders, he seems to feel exactly the same way! When Charles Totter meets Jade Green, he thinks she is a walking wet dream. As he gets to know her better, he finds he also enjoys her company and her quirky sense of humor. Now if he can only find a way to get her into his bed!
Format: Two Novellas
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Wednesday, May 6, 2015


Changing the subject, Raven said, “I want to thank you again for taking me to the theater tonight. Our seats were practically on stage. I felt as if I was part of the show.”

“I’m glad you had a good time and that the show lived up to its reviews,” Lucas said before sipping his Manhattan. “I really enjoyed the show, too.”

“Music is so powerful. It has a way of bringing people together. I came away with the feeling that we should hold fast to our dreams. That made me think of your mother and her fierce desire to live in the United States, no matter what.”

“I thought of her, too. You would’ve definitely liked her.”

Raven sipped her drink and dabbed at her lips with her napkin. “I’m certain I would have. Is your father still alive?”

“No. He died several years before my mother. Heart attack.” Lucas looked away a moment.
Raven touched his hand gently. He turned back toward her. “I’m so sorry.”

“At least my brother Michael and I had them both around while I was growing up.”

“Okay. Official change of subject to a happier topic,” Raven declared sensing his melancholy.

“Like what?” Lucas asked.

“Like I’d love to pick up the cast recording of the show,” Raven said.

“Here you go,” Lucas said, removing a CD from a pocket in his coat.

Raven’s eyes widened. “When on earth did you get that?”

“During intermission while you went to the ladies room.”

“Don’t you mean when I got on that mile-long relief line?”
Chuckling, Lucas said, “Yes, then.”

“I can’t believe this. How did you know? Thank you ever so much! You’re so thoughtful!”

“I know,” Lucas replied.

“And so very humble, as well.”

“Now, now, be nice. By the way, do you piss off Santa, too?”

Raven laughed until tears filled her eyes. When they cleared, she said, “Sorry my sarcastic side sometimes overpowers everything else.”

“We’ll listen to it together,” Lucas suggested.

“Fabulous idea. I second it.”

They finished their drinks and enjoyed another round. There seemed to be no limit to their conversation until a band consisting of a pianist, drummer and guitar player began to play a lively rendition of "All You Need is Love".

“I had no idea this place had a band,” Lucas admitted.

“And they’re quite good.”

“I know you love music, but how do you feel about dancing?” Lucas asked. A big grin occupied most of his face.

“Would love to!”

The song ended and the band started to play “Unchained Melody”. Lucas reached across the table for Raven’s hand and led her to a small area where several other couples were dancing. Raven slipped into Lucas’s arms. His closeness was so male, so bracing and she soaked in his unique scent. A familiar shiver of awareness rippled through her, as if emerging from a long sleep. Her heart hammered in her chest foolishly.

Was this an indication that Lucas had already breached her defenses? Had she already cast her fate to the wind? It would certainly appear so. Especially since the thought of being alone with him—skin touching skin—was suddenly crowding her mind and allowing no other thoughts to enter. The sensations Raven now felt were not the usual ones she’d have whenever she desired to have sex with some guy she was attracted to. These feelings were similar to those she once had when she thought she was in love with Gordon White. That made sense, she reasoned. It definitely wasn’t casual sex she now desired to have with Lucas. No, not in the least. She wanted to make slow, sweet love with him—again and again.

Lucas nuzzled her neck. Oh, yeah. She wanted him all right. And if that hard object pressing into her thigh was what she thought it was, the feeling was quite mutual.

The band launched into their rendition of "I Will Always Love You", and Raven continued to enjoy his closeness as she casually slipped her arms around his neck. She gave into the desire to run her fingers through the back of his hair. In response he kissed her neck sending a fresh sensual thrill straight to her sex. Raven moved closer continuing to soak up that uniqueness of him that was making her heady. The urge to run her hands up and down his body under his clothing was nearly overwhelming. Her logical mind was running scenarios of them having sex.  Some were so hot she thought the circuits in her brain would overheat. She hadn’t felt so sexually charged in ages and began to fear what might happen if she didn’t sleep with him.

When the song ended, the band played a rendition of  “She’s a Maniac”, before taking a well-earned break.

Lucas led Raven back to their table and got them another round of drinks.

Raven took a sip of her drink. “You seem to know your way around a dance floor.”

“My mother and father loved to dance. I guess I caught on watching them.”

“Well you obviously paid close attention.”

He grinned at her impishly. “Most girls liked boys who knew how to dance. And I liked girls.”

“Good to know. Perhaps after we leave here tonight we can listen to the CD from the show.” Raven hoped he’d take the hint.

“It should sound wonderful on my Bose system,” Lucas said.

Raven’s heart fluttered as she began to anticipate what was going to happen.

After they finished their drinks, Lucas said, “if you’d like another drink, Raven, that’s fine. As for me, if I have another, we’ll have to take other transportation home.”

“No. I’m fine. In fact, I feel great!” She attempted to rise to prove her point, but never quite got to her feet. Gravity won the battle and she sat back down.

Lucas stifled a chuckle. “You seem to have gotten a real buzz on. Perhaps, I should get you home.”

“Nope. The night is still young. And the last time I checked, so are we... Or is it the other way around? Who cares? We’re in the greatest city in the world and should enjoy ourselves,” Raven said, as she nearly slid off her chair.

“Okay, happy girl, let’s go,” Lucas said as he came around to help Raven into her coat. He bent to kiss her tender neck. She made a purring sound of contentment.

They walked the short distance to his car and he helped her inside. As he drove out of the lot, he glanced at Raven. Her eyes were closed, but there was a smile on her face. It looked like she was just resting her eyes a moment, but by the time they were back on the expressway, the sound of her soft snores filled the car nearly making Lucas laugh. He fought valiantly to stifle them, not wanting to embarrass her. It wasn’t exactly the way he imagined the end of the date would go, but shit happens as they say.

Raven woke up when Lucas cut the engine in front of her house. Disoriented a moment, she asked, “Where are we?”

Lucas smiled at her. Her cheeks were flushed with sleep making her look adorable like a little girl. “At your place.”

“I thought we were heading to yours to listen to the CD?”

“That was the original plan.”

“Uh-oh,” she said quietly.  “Was I asleep?”

“Yup. You slept all the way home.”

“You’re kidding. Please say you’re kidding. I’m so embarrassed. That never—I’m so sorry.”
          “Don’t be. You’re adorable when you sleep,” Lucas said, unbuckling his seatbelt.

          Raven rolled her eyes. “That won’t happen again. I promise.”

          “You know we can keep doing this until we get a perfect,” he said. “Same time, next Saturday?”

          A yawn snuck past Raven’s defenses and she apologized quickly, but not before Lucas chuckled. “I’d better get you inside while you’re still awake.” He leaned over the console and opened her seatbelt. Then he got out, walked around the car, and opened her door.

          Smiling down at her, he asked, “Would you like me to carry you to the door?”

         “Heavens no! What would my aunt think?”

          “That I wore you out of course,” he said, offering his hand.

          Raven took it to steady herself a moment before they walked to the door together. She had removed the keys from her purse and Lucas took them to unlock the door. Then he encircled her in his arms, drawing her closer to him. He kissed her gently. “Shall I pick you up at seven next Saturday?”

          She nodded and placed her arms around his neck. “I’m truly sorry about tonight. I’ve never fallen asleep on a date before.” Her lips covered his, intending to be a sweet good night kiss. But instead of parting, their lips were pulled together like electromagnets coming together in an attraction of savage harmony. Both had totally forgotten that her aunt might be up and about. They were too engrossed with each other to think of anything else but kissing and touching one another.

          Raven’s back was against the door as Lucas leaned into her, first devouring her mouth and then her neck. She grabbed handfuls of his hair, pulling his face close to hers. Their lips came together again in a fury, their tongues meeting in a tangled heap while they breathed as one.

          Closer still, Raven rubbed against his straining cock. A soft moan escaped her lips. Lucas cupped her breast through her silk dress as he planted hurried kisses down her neck. His other hand inched up her dress toward her drenched panties.

Friday, April 24, 2015


FLAVOR OF THE WEEK is now out at Amazon.

Friday, April 17, 2015


Flavor of the Week can now be pre-ordered at Amazon.
It will be officially out on April24th.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Coming soon...

Attorney Raven Gould, is tired of defending scumbags and fending off the advances of her boss. So she decides to quit her high powered career and take a job at a popular ice cream parlor. Her aunt is alarmed at Raven’s decision and secretly convinces psychologist, Lucas Lusk, to check out her niece’s mental state.

Reluctantly, Lucas agrees. But after meeting the dusky beauty, he realizes he wants to do a lot more than check out her mental state. The problem is, Raven has a thing against psychologists and if she discovers why he keeps running into her—seemingly accidentally—she’ll never give him the time of day.

Raven soon finds herself intrigued by the tall, quietly sexy doctor, completely unaware of his relentless pursuit, or his determination to have her at all costs. And when a dangerous enemy from Lucas’s past wreaks havoc on his career, Raven must choose between guarding her heart or standing by the man she thinks betrayed her trust. 

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

BERTRICE SMALL (1937-2015)

There are many tributes circulating about Bertrice Small since her passing on February 24, 2015 and there will be many more, for she touched thousands of lives throughout her long career as a provocative historical romance writer. Some bloggers will emphasize the professional aspects of her works, while those who were fortunate to know her will give a more personal slant. Knowing Bertrice as long as I have, I would be remiss if I didn’t have a tribute of my own.
          To say I will miss Bertrice Small is an understatement. She was a mentor and dear friend who was always there to help without question. There will never be another person like her, because her true uniqueness could never be duplicated. We both belonged to a writing group on Long Island, New York, called the Long Island Romance Writers or LIRW for short. Bertrice’s generosity was legend. Every October, Bertrice would arrange a special day for all the members. Whether it was a trip to a museum, a hayride at an orchard, a visit to a working farm, a winetasting or lighthouse tour, it was always instructive and fun. Afterward, she’d take the group to a restaurant for lunch. The entire day was her treat.
          One of my most amusing memories of Bertrice occurred during the first LIRW Christmas party my husband, Robert, and I attended. Everyone was schmoozing and a dozen conversations were going on all around the room in the restaurant where it was held. Robert decided to play Mr. Congeniality. He proceeded to walk around the room asking all the writers what they wrote. Of course, he approached Bertrice, who was dressed in her usual green. Looking like a typical sweet, suburban housewife, the only thing that hinted she was so much more was that twinkle in her eyes. So Robert asked Bertrice what she wrote. Her reply was, “Why erotica, of course.” Obviously, he wasn’t expecting her to say that. He quickly excused himself and rushed back to me. Our ensuing conversation went something like this:
          “Do you see that lady across the way— the one in green?”
          Of course I replied, “Do you mean Bertrice Small?”
          “Yeah, that lady.”
          “What about her?”
          “Did you know that she wrote erotica?”
          “Uh-huh. What about it?”
          “But… She doesn’t look like an erotic writer.”
          I began to chuckle. “So what does an erotic writer look like,” I asked. (Note: at that time I didn’t write erotica, but I do now, which might have altered our conversation.)
          He was speechless. Without a doubt, erotic writers come in all shapes and sizes, but Bertrice Small was a pioneer. She and the other Avon ladies blazed the way for today’s romance novels, making them more exciting and much more sexual. And Bertrice loved to push the sexual envelope.

          Bertrice Small was indeed a special lady. She was one-of-a-kind and the “Grande Dame” as we referred to her in the group. Though she was gracious, she held true to her beliefs and would fight to defend what she believed was right, especially when it pertained the publishing. I learned a great deal from Bertrice and will miss her dearly. I’m glad we met along the road of life which we traveled so well together and because of her I’ll always think of pearls differently.

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