Wow. Time flies! I’ve been remiss in my blogging duties and have neglected to mention
two new releases. Shame on me! 🙂
First, I was thrilled to write a story for Felice Steven’s Memories of the Breakfast Club Kindle World. Felice was chosen to be the very first MM romance Kindle World and I was so happy to be a part of that.
My story is called Memories Follow released June 22. It’s about Scottie, a man who’s been damaged physically and emotionally and Lance, a playboy who’s had his heart broken and is afraid to trust.
How about a little excerpt to give you a taste?
EXCERPT:
When four o’clock neared, I made my way to Paws For Care. I opened the door to the veterinary shop, but I wasn’t greeted by the usual cheerful woman at the counter. Instead, a cute blond guy sat in her spot looking like he’d rather be anywhere than where he was. His face was flushed, and he avoided direct eye contact. “Welcome,” he said stiffly.
“I have a four o’clock appointment with Dr. Hazelton.” Pinky squirmed in my arms and I kissed her furry little head.
The guy scanned the logbook in front of him. “Name?”
“Pinky.”
He frowned and kept his eyes down. “No, I mean your name.”
“Oh.” I laughed. “Sorry. It will be under Bernadette Franklin. I’m her son.”
He flicked his sky-blue eyes to mine and then down again. “Okay. It’s here.”
“Of course it is. Do people usually try to sneak in to see the vet?”
“Not really.”
When he turned his head toward the back, I noticed there was a long, jagged scar that ran along his jaw. My stomach tensed as I wondered how he’d gotten it. He didn’t look like the type who’d go in for plastic surgery. While he looked kind of rumpled, he seemed clean. His plaid shirtsleeves were rolled up, revealing muscled forearms, and he smelled like detergent. “You’re not the usual receptionist.”
His face flushed more, and he swallowed hard. “Patty had a hair appointment and she asked me to cover for an hour.” His thick dark lashes hid his expression. “I manage the kennel in back.”
“So you’re a jack-of-all-trades.”
“Hardly.” For the first time, he met my gaze squarely.
The punch of attraction that hit me when his light gaze rested fully on mine surprised me. He had a guarded but kind of innocent air about him that made my chest tight. I could see instantly that he’d been hurt horribly by someone. I was shocked I could read that so clearly on his handsome face, but it was there.
“You’re doing great.” I spoke firmly, wanting to reassure him for some bizarre reason.
His mouth tightened and he said, “Yeah, right.”
“I mean it.”
He shook his head and pointed toward the chairs behind me. “Take a seat. I’ll call you when the doctor is ready for you and Pinky.”
I moved to the seating area and sat where I could watch him. I knew I was acting kind of weird, but he intrigued me, and I didn’t get intrigued easily these days.
BUY LINK
The second Book I released June 26th and it’s called My Omega’s Baby. GASP! I wrote and 
Mpreg story. lol I know. It’s not my usual thing, but I really loved the nurturing, heartwarming aspect of this book.
This story is about two bodyguards who can’t stand each other, but are forced to live together for a few weeks. Sparks fly!
EXCERPT:
His voice was stiff as he spoke. “Since this is your first night here, I’m going to cook us dinner. I think it’s safer than ordering in or going out.”
“Agreed.” Ordering takeout could sometimes give things away. If you normally placed small deliveries and all of a sudden you were ordering a lot more food, anyone watching could catch on you had company. Neither of us had really had time to figure this situation out yet, and we needed a night to get a game plan in place.
He stood in front of me, his hands on his narrow hips. “Any food allergies I should know about?”
“Anything you hate?” His gaze flickered. “Besides me.”
He clenched his jaw and moved into the kitchen, muttering under his breath.
“Did you say something?” I needled.
He didn’t respond. He opened cupboards and banged pots and pans as he moved around the small kitchen. I found a perverse pleasure in annoying him, and so I stood and followed him. I leaned against the counter near the stove and watched him searching for utensils.
“Have you ever done this before?” I asked with a smirk.
“Yes.” He scowled at me and continued riffling through his storage.
“You don’t have to cook. We can just eat cereal.”
He shot me an impatient glance. “I’m cooking dinner so shut the fuck up.”
“Calm down. I’m just trying to be a considerate guest.”
He snorted. “Yeah. Right.”
When he bent down and his shirt rode up, my gut clenched at the sight of his bare flesh, and that same intense desire to see his body came over me. Something seemed to stir deep inside at the sight of his smooth skin, and I looked away, feeling startled. The sensations that gripped me were similar to lust. My body buzzed with excitement, and my cock warmed. I’d never felt anything remotely like that toward another man before, and I was shocked to the core.
My pulse was elevated, and the wolf inside me seemed aroused, as if I was hunting something. I felt weird and light-headed as I struggled with the bizarre impulses rolling through me. I moved away from him and went into the bathroom to splash water on my face. I leaned on the counter and stared at my wet features. My eyes seemed unusually bright, and my face was flushed.
I thought about our fight earlier in the day. Maybe that little spat had awoken my wolf. Sometimes an argument, the scent of blood, or a physical altercation could stir up instinctual feelings that were hovering in the subconscious. I sucked in a long, calming breath and tried to push down the uncomfortable feelings. I absolutely wasn’t into guys, and even if I had been, if there was anyone in this world I had no interest in fucking, it was Blade Carr. I couldn’t stand him.
I knew hiding in the bathroom all night wasn’t an option, so I went to sit on the couch. As time passed, I began to feel a little calmer and my pulse returned to normal. I was still vaguely disconcerted by what I’d experienced. I checked my phone, noticing it was a full moon. Perhaps that was the explanation for my odd feelings.
I jumped when Blade appeared in front of me. He held a chilled beer out to me. “Thirsty?”
“Thanks.” I took the beer, feeling self-conscious.
He sat across from me, sipping a bottled water. He set the water on the coffee table and studied me with a serious expression.
“We need to find a way to get along.” His voice was soft but guarded.
From the way his pulse beat swiftly at the base of his throat, I could see he was as uncomfortable with me as I was him. “What do you suggest?”
He lifted one shoulder. “Maybe we can talk our differences out.”
I chuffed. “You mean like therapy?”
His cheeks tinged pink. “I mean communication.”
“I didn’t have a shitty childhood, so I’m not sure what you’re hoping to discover about me.”
His mouth hardened. “I’m not trying to find out about you. I’m trying to figure out how we can spend two weeks stuck together where neither of us kills the other.”
I took a long swig off my beer, and I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “It’s not really a mystery. We don’t like each other.”
“Because you’re a dick?” I arched one brow.
He narrowed his eyes. “And you’re a colossal asshole.”
Irritation nipped at me. “Sometimes people just don’t like each other.”
He shifted his position, and because of the way his shorts folded, I got a view of his briefs. It was just a glimpse of white cotton, but something washed through me at the thought of his cock nestled behind that thin layer of material. A wave of lusty hunger hit me, and my cock pressed my zipper as I pulled my gaze away.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“We’re both intelligent men. We should be able to work through our differences.” He spoke earnestly, completely unaware of the internal struggle I was having.
I finished off my beer and kept my eyes pinned over his head on a little cat clock over the sink in the kitchen. I was confused and freaked-out by what was happening to my body. I’d never had any interest in men, and now I couldn’t look at my least favorite person without getting a hard-on. Was it something I’d eaten? Was I having a nervous breakdown?
“Did you hear me?” he asked, sounding irritated.
He exhaled. “You’d rather just hate each other forever?”
“I don’t think talking will work.”
“Well, of course you know best,” he grumbled.
I licked my lips and took a chance on glancing at him. His eyes were glittery and his face flushed. My gaze fell to his full lips, and that startling hunger nipped at me again. What would he taste like? I was consumed with the desire to know how soft his lips were and if he would use tongue when he kissed.
In a desperate attempt to get my mind off his mouth, I blurted, “I’m put off by your arrogance. You think you know more than us alphas.”
“Maybe if you guys showed us a little more respect we wouldn’t feel the need to prove ourselves constantly.”
The husky sound of his voice sent tingles through my body. Something was horribly wrong with me. My wolf was trying to push to the surface. The need to hunt and take what I wanted was overpowering. I was breathless with desire, and shockingly, Blade was the object of my desire. Sweat prickled my brow as I struggled to fight back the wolf inside. I grunted and clutched the arm of the couch, closing my eyes and clamping down on the aching instincts inside of me. When I opened my eyes, he stared at me with a puzzled expression.
“Are you okay?” He wrinkled his brow.
I bit the inside of my cheek and tasted blood, but at least it distracted me enough that I could get control of my bizarre urges. “I have a headache.” I actually did have a pounding headache.
“Oh.” He stood and went into his bathroom. When he returned, he held out two pills. “Ibuprofen.”
He rolled his eyes and dropped the caplets into my palm. “These take pain away. If I was going to murder you I’d do the opposite.”
I glanced at my empty beer bottle.
He grabbed his water and offered it to me. “I don’t have any diseases.”
“Oh, did they find a cure for asshole-itis?” I took the water and washed down my pills.
His mouth hardened. “Careful you don’t choke now.” He turned and headed back into the kitchen.
Sorry about being so lax in communicating! I’ll do better in the future. I hope. 🙂
S.C.
