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Tuesday, August 9th, 2011
Cover for Midnight Enchantment

The fourth book in the Dark Magick series, releasing February 7, 2012!


Niall Quinn, mage and the finest thief in the Black Tower, is the fae’s best hope for freedom. Only he stands a chance of tracking down and retrieving the missing bosca fadbh pieces from the Summer Queen. But he meets his match in Elizabeth Cely Saintjohn, who has taken control of the pieces on the Summer Queen’s behalf—and has refused to give them up.

Elizabeth is an asrai, a rare English water fae, and she may be the only one in Piefferburg stealthier than Niall. She has her own reasons for guarding the two pieces and wanting the walls of Piefferburg to remain intact—even if it means denying her fae sisters and brothers their freedom. Her mother’s life depends on it.

Torn between his duty to obtain the pieces at any cost—and the shocking lust Elizabeth has stirred in him—Niall must convince Elizabeth to surrender the pieces, or else he may have no choice but to destroy her and all she holds dear…

Friday, July 25th, 2008
Strands of Sunlight

Yep, my cover luck is holding. Here’s the cover for Strands of Sunlight, a historical fantasy menage a trois romance (say that three times fast), releasing from Ellora’s Cave on September 12th. Pretty, isn’t it? There’s a blurb below. Watch for an excerpt soon!

Rhiannon always thought she was just a low born peasant. When a mysterious lord buys her contract of servitude and brings her back to his keep, she finds out she’s actually the bastard daughter of a great lady. She also discovers she’s prophesied to kill the man responsible for her mother’s undoing.

And prophesied to die while doing it.

At the keep, Rhiannon is caught between two men: Tristan, the severe and sometimes brutal lord who introduces her to erotic bliss and binds her there, helplessly addicted to his every whim. And Gareth, the shining, handsome knight who treats her like the lady she never knew she was. In competition, Tristan and Gareth tempt her with physical pleasure beyond her imagination. Both of them stake a claim on her body, but only one of them will win her heart.

But once the prophecy begins to unfold neither Gareth nor Tristan will be able to save her….

Tuesday, July 15th, 2008
Quick Update

I’ve been in my cave editing Witch Heart and finishing up Witch Fury this week. I have tons of work right now. It’s hard because it’s summer and a mild one at that. I want to be outside. So I’m getting up early and staying up late to work. That way the bulk of the day is mine to do with as I wish.

Today it’s beeeeeautiful, so I’ll probably spend a large of chunk of it outside with my daughter, who just got a new slide. She’s crazy about it. She calls it her Wheeeee! 😉 Tomorrow it’s going to be very hot, so I might take her to the pool. We have a pool in our backyard, but the public pool is graduated in depth, like a beach would be. So much easier for the little ones.

Soon I’ll be starting a novella that will introduce a new series I’ll be starting after the Elemental Witches series is finished. This novella will be included in an anthology to be released in October 2009. The other authors will be Angela Knight, Lora Leigh and Allyson James. Think I’m happy to be included in an anthology with such an absolutely fantastic group of writers? Er….trust me, I made the squee heard ’round the world when my agent called asking me if I wanted to be included. I don’t know the title yet or many of the details, but I’m sure more info will be coming soon.

A couple announcement/housekeeping type things:

I’m planning to draw a winner for my contest (see below) this evening, so if you’re going to enter, get your patoochie down there and do it. I’ll announce the winner tomorrow.

Also, did you know I’m on Facebook? I love Facebook, guys. I’m not so much an ardent fan of Myspace (but, BOY, I get a lot of personal notes from readers through MySpace). I’m not a monster promoter in general, and especially not on Facebook. I just hang and play with some of the applications. I won’t be trying to fling my books at you on there or anything. So, if you want to friend me, go ahead!

Okay, now for a monster promotion. Heh. Way to make a liar out of myself. Look for a really big month-long contest on this blog starting in early September. I’m still working out the details, but it’s going to work something like this — a chance to win free books every single day from some of the authors I love, (you should see my shopping cart on right now as I prepare). There will also be some rocking, HUGE, prizes at the end of the month (think awesome gift certificates) to coincide with the release of The Chosen Sin on October 7th. More details coming soon.

Lastly, check out! Megan Hart and Lauren Dane have teamed up to blog together. I’m sure the results will be hilarious and entertaining.

Now I’m off to play in the sunshine!

Thursday, March 6th, 2008
The Chosen Sin

Here’s the cover for The Chosen Sin. Pretty, no? The Chosen Sin will be out in October, 2008, and is available for pre-order on

Thursday, March 6th, 2008
Tez Miller’s cat loves Witch Fire!

Either that or he finds it sedating. 😉

This is Manny. He lives in Australia. See Manny sleep. This is Witch Fire. See Witch Fire near Manny.

You can see other books with Manny here on her blog. My cats, (all eight of them), approve. Three purrs up for Manny the sleeping, book-reading cat.

Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007
A cover for Whisper of the Blade!

Available May 16th from Ellora’s Cave.

In case you missed it on my web site, here’s a blurb and excerpt.

Emmia feels the emotion of all who surround her. Her Talent is empathy and it’s more curse than blessing. She employs her skill as a justice mercenary, discovering criminals and meting out punishment.

Magnus didn’t kill his lover, Caith, the way everyone suspects. Now he is lord to a keep filled with suspicious, angry people.

Quinn, part three of the menage a trois that ended in Caith’s death, wants only to set things right and resume the loving relationship he once had with Magnus. He seeks out Emmia and employs her.

In a sexual tangle…

But both Magnus and Quinn are drawn to Emmia, just as they are drawn to each other. All three of them become lost in a weave of scorching and erotic desire coupled with emotional need.

Soon Emmia is balancing the two men like swords to uncover the truth
and not be hurt in the bargain…


Emmia woke the next morning at the moment dawn slivered the sky. Her eyes fluttered open and she frowned, hearing the sound of wood being chopped.

She bounded out of bed and went to her window. Below her, in the area where she normally kept her firewood, stood Quinn in all his shirtless glory. Muscles rippled as he raised the axe over his head and brought it down on a fallen tree trunk. Something tightened in her stomach at the sight, and it wasn’t only because he formed such an enticing picture…it was anger.

He glanced up at the window, did a double take and smiled a little, wiping the sweat from his brow.

She disappeared and ran downstairs and out the door. “What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded as she approached him.

He hefted the axe over his shoulder and looked up at the sky. His ribcage rose and fell with his breathing, labored from his exertion. Emmia tried not to become overly fascinated with his strong build, the way the muscles in his arms bunched and flexed as he moved, and how the faint light filtering though the trees made his skin gleam.

“It’s getting colder,” he said. “Winter’s setting in. You don’t have nearly enough firewood laid back.” His breath showed in the cool morning air. He pointed with the axe at her admittedly meager pile of wood. “I found some dead fall and I’m stocking it for you. Paying you back for the food, water, horse feed and the room for the night.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“I don’t leave debts unpaid, Emmia.” He paused, looking at her speculatively. “You don’t get much help, do you? You don’t know how to handle it when you do.”

“I don’t need you to try and understand me, Quinn.”

“Seems to me that you might need someone to take care of you a little sometimes. Since you take care of so many others.”

“You don’t know what I want or what I need.” Her voice was shaking a little. She tried to read his emotions, but failed. That happened sometimes when her own emotions ran high. She wasn’t sure why she was so offended by Quinn taking the initiative in chopping wood for her, she just was.

He stared at her for a long moment. “I know exactly what a woman like you needs.”

Anger flared through her hard and fast. His meaning was not lost on her. “That’s a very high-handed comment to make.”

“Out here in the woods on your own so often,” he continued. “I’ll bet that even when you’re working and you’re around people you keep them at a distance. I bet men pursue you, but you put them off. You don’t want to be close to them because you can feel their emotions. You can tell when they’re just in it for the sex, or worse, when they’ve grown bored with you.”

“I’ve used men for just sex before, too, Quinn.”

He nodded. “We all have needs. Empty, though, isn’t it? One night of sex appeases us for a short time, but we all need relationships, connections and intimacy.”

“You aren’t the one to talk. You admitted last night you used Caith for sex.”

He shook his head. “No, it wasn’t like that. Our relationship was seated in deep respect and caring, if not love. We weren’t using each other, we were enjoying each other.”

“A fine line.” She shook her head. “I’m not having this conversation with you. I want you to leave here now. I’m very well on my own.” She turned to walk away. “I don’t need anyone—”

She heard the axe thunk to the ground and felt Quinn’s strong hand on her upper arm. He spun her around to face him. “You’re lying to yourself,” he growled. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re lonely, Emmia.” He rubbed a tendril of her hair between his fingers and then hooked it behind her ear. His touch felt good to her, though she tried to deny it. She tried to deny his words too, but couldn’t.

“So what if I am,” she whispered. “That’s the lot I drew in this lifetime.”

He shook his head. “It doesn’t have to be that way. I’m here. I’m intrigued by you, attracted to you.”

“You’re trying to seduce me, a poor pathetic, lonely woman out in the woods, just so I’ll agree to travel to Ravensbridge,” she spat. “You think I don’t know?”

“No! Emmia, this has nothing to do with that.” He sighed heavily. “I’m genuinely attracted to you.”

Emmia did feel that from him. Grudgingly, she admitted he wasn’t lying.

“And I recognize things in you because Magnus is also an empath. I see things in you that I’ve seen in him.” He shrugged. “That’s all.”

She stilled. “Magnus is an empath?”

“Yes. I know the Talent is rare.”

“You didn’t mention that before.”

“I didn’t know it was relevant.”

She blinked. “I’ve never met another empath before,” she replied quietly, almost to herself.

“Come to Ravensbridge and you will.”

She shook herself out of the shock. “I wouldn’t be able to feel his emotions. I’d be blinded in that way.”

“I know. You’d have to use your other reasoning abilities to discover the truth.” He paused. “Does this mean you’re thinking of accepting the job?”

“I don’t know.” Although the fact that Magnus was an empath did change things. She pulled out of his grasp with an impatient jerk. “Give me time to think.”

He raised his hands, palms out. “All right.”

She raised her gaze to his. His dark eyes regarded her with a nice, even warmth. Quinn was attracted to her and he understood her better than anyone she’d ever met, likely because of his relationship with Magnus. He confused her, set her on edge. He made her uncomfortable.

“Emmia,” he said slowly. “Give me tonight with you. Just one night. I’ll leave in the morning…with or without you.”

She didn’t answer. She only turned and walked away.

Give me tonight with you. Just one night.

As she walked away, Emmia closed her eyes for a moment. Was it horrible that she was tempted by the offer? One night of physical contact with another person, his hands on her body, his mouth on her skin, hard body moving over her, his cock filling her, moving inside her… It had been so long since she’d had that. Her body nearly ached at the thought of it being so close.

She honestly didn’t know if she’d able to refuse his offer.