erotic romance

Another Snippet of Raisonne Curse

Silence moved like a wave over the bayou. At night, the place was usually a symphony of sounds, some so loud a person couldn’t hear herself think. But tonight, the quiet started at the water and rolled out over the earth as if some great being slowly smothered all noise with a heavy blanket. And when all sound stopped, Elita stepped onto the stone path, shining her flashlight on the ground, looking for roots and snakes. She swung the light left and right because that oily smudge of a presence had hovered around her all afternoon, its anger prickling her skin. The hex removal spell must have pissed the creature off.

If Ma’man Raisonne had been here, she’d be clucking all kinds of disapproval over Elita walking toward the water in the middle of the night. But Elita felt compelled. Pulled by some powerful force because something in her gut told her those cries were from someone in the water. And worse, she thought they might be from Pryor.

Just then, another yell ripped into the quiet, this time strangled and hoarse as if the person fought to suffer in silence. Elita picked up the pace, passing the outbuildings. Instead of running onto the pier, she veered left and slipped into the trees, keeping her flashlight pointed to the ground.

The bayou smelled strange. The summer heat scents lingered but the over-cooked earthy smell was wicked strong tonight. The humidity was so thick, Elita felt moisture weighting down her eyelashes, sticking to her skin, creeping under her clothes. And the mosquitoes should have been eating her alive, but they too were strangely absent.

When she lifted her flashlight toward the subtle splashing noise in the water, terror froze her in place and she understood why.


I have a cover!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This isn’t the official blurb yet. It’s mine. 😉

Spaceship captain Lux Moyans is currently piloting missions for The Company–exploring new galaxies, searching for the next precious metal. When her second-in-command, Kol Frega, informs her they’ve been ordered to Kithra, she’s furious. A year on an uninhabitable planet? She’ll only be flying on supply missions! But the ship–the one Kol designed–is the only one that can withstand the planet’s gases…and Lux is one of the few pilots who can navigate the debris fields caused by the explosions that killed most of the planet’s Gwinarian race.

Kol is the engineer who originally learned to manipulate the indestructible metal on Kithra, so he and a surviving Gwinarian will be her only company on planet. When they pick up Egan Lothbrun, Lux knows there will be trouble. Already something is brewing with Kol and her attraction to both men would be a problem with anyone else. But Lux doesn’t do exclusives. Yet, when she learns Kol and Egan share a painful past, she realizes getting Kithra livable won’t be her only challenge. Keeping her heart intact might be harder.

Sequel Mania

I don’t normally write a sequel for an unsold piece of work, but I thought Kithra might be going somewhere so I wrote a quick proposal (3 chapters & synopsis) for book two to hopefully sweeten the pot.

I moved on to other work but kept going back to write a little more…then a little more.

Earlier this week, I was 30k into revising a category romance I wrote a few years ago when I was hit by the “I know how that ends for them” bug. I couldn’t resist. Entered the ZONE.

8k on Tuesday

8k on Wednesday

I wrote the end on The Replicant last night. I have to go through and flesh out that last 16k but OMG, I love finishing a draft–any draft. There’s a euphoria that takes over when you hit that zone and the characters basically write the story themselves. And I KNOW the replicant himself in ways I hadn’t in the beginning, so I get to go back through and add all that loving detail that makes a story good.

Man, I hope others enjoy this one as much as I do. 🙂


Visually Stimulated

I’m a highly visual writer. I search places like deviantART and even stock photo places like Fotolia for images that go along with imagined scenes. I try to find similar characters-though it’s harder to find male characters that come close to the ones I dream up. Most of my fantasy males don’t have the chiseled perfection of male models. 😉

I also find setting photographs or for some of my futuristic work, digital art. Places like Digital Blasphemy have wonderful science fiction scenes.  I take all of them and load them into Microsoft Power Point. I turn them into a gorgeous background for my monitor (and my own personal viewing, so I can’t post them) and pull up individual photos while writing the specific scenes.

If I do plan to post an image like the ones to the right, I buy them. Maybe a few are from free to use sites, but I spend some money on good images. There’s nothing like that perfect visual to get the creativity flowing!

In writing news, REPLICANT–volume two in my Kithra series–is flying out of my mind at the speed of light. I am in love with the characters and like all newly blossoming relationships, I want to be with them 24/7. Love this!

Oh…and I’m being a tease, but I might have news soon. Keep your fingers crossed!

Hard at Work

Book two in my planet Kithra series hit me. Or better yet, the main character slammed me upside the head with the butt of her gun. She’s a Gwinarian, one of the alien race native to Kithra, and she grew up a highly sensual creature but after losing everything, she took her over-the-top emotions and went dark. Scary dark. Now, she’s a deadly bounty hunter who works alone and plans to stay alone. She thinks she’s cold enough to handle returning to her ruined home planet to pick up an escaped Replicant.

I am so gonna mess up her world.

Psst: Wanna peak at the art that brought this character to life?

Damn, I love writing. 😉

(You’ll see that my blog theme is currently under construction, so expect changes. I LOVED the look of the old theme, but some people have trouble reading light words on darker backgrounds. So, I’m searching for the right “feel” to my little spot on the Net. )

Snippet Time!

Had a couple of stressful weeks working on manuscripts, making hard decisions and dealing with some personal life stuff. Sometimes it feels like you get hit all at once with more than you can handle, but it usually smooths out.

So, to celebrate things looking up, here’s a short and sweet snippet from After the Crux! I ADORE these characters, adore them so much I’m carrying them into volume two in the series. They’ll be secondary characters but it’ll be fun to show their affection through an observer’s eyes.

When Ross next opened his eyes, he  saw creamy curves. Jenna  slept on her side next to him, her breasts pressed together and nearly spilling out of her red tank top.

“Like the shirt? It’s only been the height of fashion for eighteen years now.”

Ross jerked his gaze up to her amused face.

Chuckling, she scooted down until their faces were even. That’s when he noticed Dorian’s arm around her because the other man adjusted to her movements, tightening his arm around her waist.

“So,” she whispered. “How’s your ass?

He frowned. “You know very well I didn’t get stabbed in the ass.”

“Close enough.” Her amusement faded. “It’s getting more dangerous out there, isn’t it? Maybe we should send more people on supply runs.”

“And risk losing anyone? We still don’t have enough adults here, we can’t lose too many.”

She touched his cheek. “We can’t lose you, Ross. I couldn’t bear it.”

“All these years and this is the first time some asshole got the drop on me. I promise, it won’t happen again.” He shifted on the bed, winced as pain slashed across his leg and up into his back. He went still. It was better to keep still.

“Still hurts a lot, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah. But it didn’t hurt like this before. Like I said, Dorian’s a sadist.”

“Maybe in your fantasies,” Dorian muttered. Black curls arrived before dark, sleepy eyes focused on Ross as Dorian lifted his head to look at him over Jenna’s head.

Ross held his breath. Dorian’s silky, black hair tangled with the snow-white of Jenna’s as the two gazed at him. True affection shone from both black and green eyes. “I really missed you guys.” Ross cleared his throat at the gruff tone of his voice.

Jenna reached out and slid her hand under his before threading their fingers together. “We missed you, too.”