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~ Writer of hot contemporary romance, paranormal, and steamy romantic suspense.

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COVER REVEAL!!! The Shattered Balance (Hearts of Stone #1) – COMING SUMMER 2014!

18 Tuesday Feb 2014

Posted by LilyRede in Hearts of Stone

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My covers are starting to test my limited graphics skills…LOL…but this one was a lot of fun!

Here’s my brand new cover and blurb for the first HEARTS OF STONE book, targeted for late spring, early summer.  I’ll start rolling out the two prequels next month – SHADOW OF THE RAVEN and ENSNARED.

The Shattered Balance

THE SHATTERED BALANCE (HEARTS OF STONE #1) – COMING SUMMER 2014

In a ruthless power grab gone wrong, Erebus, the minor god of darkness, decimates the magical world and traps his enemies in stone, only to be sucked into his own eternal prison by a cunning witch.  For thousands of years, the vast statuary remains silent and hidden, until timid grad student Mira Evans stumbles upon the doorway, and with the brush of her fingers, awakes the dark deity along with a dormant Muse – passionate, angry, and surprisingly, very male…

Cal, the Muse of epic song and poetry – a virile demigod with an unflinching sense of justice but no interest in lowly humans – awakens from his stone prison with rage in his heart, his inherent need to restore order and balance overpowered by his desire for a vengeance that could destroy them all.  The lovely grad student who freed him is a distraction, albeit a sexy, smart, and maddening distraction.  Cal has no time for the seduction of a shy mortal, no matter how lickable she might be.

Too bad Mira simply won’t leave him to his plans!  She sees the man behind the rage as the magical world rises again, and as they race to stop Erebus from enslaving humanity, Mira will have to find her courage, risking everything to keep Cal’s past from consuming him and show him that the sparks that fire between them can blaze a path to a bright future together.

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EXCERPT!!! The Club, a WIP

14 Friday Feb 2014

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Hope you had a lovely Valentine’s Day!  

I wanted to give you an excerpt of something new.  I’m not quite sure what this is – maybe a short, maybe a novella, maybe something longer, but it’s the story of a straight-laced young woman who gets involved with a very hot mechanic with a teensy weensy exhibitionist streak…LOL…I’m having fun with it.  This started out as my “warm up” pages, the brain dump I start with to get the brain rolling in the  morning, but now there’s enough of it that I’ve started thinking about where it’s going.

Here’s the first part.  I might put up the first naughty excerpt later this week. 🙂

EXCERPT:

LOTTE CAVENAUGH HADN’T FELT THIS good in years.  Of course, it was also the first time that she’d had more than an obligatory glass of champagne at some dour benefit or corporate function in more years than she could remember.  And it was her first time in a strip club.  She was decidedly tipsy, a bit turned on, and loving every minute of it.

“Look at you,” giggled Alice Feldman as they stumbled out of the club into the cool night air, “A shot of tequila and two lemon drops and you’re three sheets to the wind.  You’re such a lightweight.”

Lotte tried to glare at her assistant turned co-conspirator, but that only lead to more giggling, until they were both leaning against the wall outside the club, gasping for breath.

“So what did you think of your first strip club?” asked the curvy redhead, resettling her glasses on her nose, the crystals sparkling from the corners.

She’d switched out her usual frames for glittery cat’s eyes that matched the sequined rubber band of a dress that made her look like a bubbly disco queen.  At the office, Alice was the perfect assistant – smart, efficient, and better than an army of bodyguards with laser-equipped pitbulls at keeping the vultures away from her boss.  Lotte had hired her in her own fit of rebellion after the last assistant Fred had foisted on her had turned out to be yet another supercilious bottom feeder.  Ten minutes into interviewing Alice, Lotte knew they were going to be best friends. 

And they were. 

Alice took care of her, kept her on track and helped her juggle the myriad responsibilities that came with managing a giant fortune and one of the country’s largest philanthropic organizations.  She also spend a serious amount of time reminding Lotte that it was crucial to have a life, and went out of her way to help Lotte have fun.

Which was why they were standing outside a strip club in the middle of the night, drunk on fun and lemon drops.

“Male revue,” said Lotte, and dissolved into giggles again.

“All those lovely muscles,” sighed Alice, “We should have stayed.”

“No way,” retorted Lotte, “A tasteless strip show is one thing.  An after hours sex club is something completely different.  How did you even find this place?”

Alice grinned.

“Mama has ways,” she said cryptically.

It had taken Alice a solid week of pleading to get Lotte to venture out on a Friday night to check out an all-male strip show at a downtown club.  But three steps in the door, Lotte had been ready to turn around and go home – on every table, every wall was a notice reminding patrons that at 2am, the club shifted from a tame little skin show to something darker, naughtier, and completely out of the realm of what Lotte was comfortable with.  Alice finally coaxed her into staying with the promise that they would be out well before the descent into the sexual Wonderland began, and after a couple of drinks, Lotte forgot to be nervous, enjoying the hard bodies and enthusiasm of the audience, even though she wouldn’t have been able to come up with a catcall if she tried.  It wasn’t until the lights started flashing, signaling the five-minute warning, that she came to her senses and dragged a protesting Alice out the door.

“I wonder what they’re doing in there?” said Alice, licking her lips suggestively.

“Nothing I need to see,” said Lotte firmly.

I’m not that drunk.

But the question sparked a surprising pulse between Lotte’s thighs.

“Oh, come on, Lotte, when was the last time you got laid?  Wait, I can tell you.  It was that guy at from the clean water initiative.”

Lotte glared at her friend.

“Keeping track of my sex life is not part of your job, you know.  And even if I were going to live out a fantasy with some muscled stranger, it wouldn’t be on stage in club.  With an audience.”

“Such a buzz kill.  Just think about it, Lotte.  Anonymous sex with a guy whose job it is to use his hips to drive you crazy.”

Lotte had to laugh.

“Even if I were interested, Alice, can you imagine what would happen if someone recognized me?  I can just see the headline now – Cavanaugh heiress caught in sex club scandal.”

Alice waved her hand dismissively.

“Like you would ever run into anyone you know in there,” she said.

“Why are we even discussing this?” asked Lotte, shrugging on her coat over the simple gray satin sheath she wore – the closest thing to “party clothes” that she owned.

Alice’s phone pinged.

“Sweet!  My brother’s having a party at his place.  Wanna go hang with impoverished grad students and flirt outrageously over pizza and beer?  Don’t look at me like that.  Two years ago, those were my people.”

“Pass,” said Lotte, “It’s the middle of the night and I’ve got brunch with Fred and the woman he wants to hire to head up our literacy program.”

“Have you ever heard of sleeping in on a Saturday?  Read the comics, play with the dog, have pancakes in bed while you watch cartoons?”

Lotte frowned.

“I’ll take that as a no,” said Alice, shaking her head, “Well, at least you came out tonight.  Baby steps.  Come on, let’s get a cab.”

Lotte patted her pockets.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I left my phone inside.”

Alice smirked.

“I guess we’ll have to go back in and get it.”

Her phone pinged again as Lotte’s entire body froze in horrified realization.

“Bring pizza.  And beer.  And milk and tacos and toilet paper,” read Alice, “Apparently my brother’s out of grocery money again.”

Lotte grabbed her by a handful of silver sequins and hailed a passing cab.

“Go.  I’ll take care of it.”

“You’re going in?” squeaked Alice, and Lotte rolled her eyes.

“I’m going to ask the bouncer to get my phone.  I’ll be fine.”

Lotte hugged her friend and pushed her toward the waiting cab.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She waited for Alice’s sparkling form to disappear into the cab before turning determinedly back to the door of the club.  It was a few minutes past the hour, and the line at the door was still long, the music thumping from inside.

A sex club, thought Lotte, the very idea making her tense, even as that telltale sensation throbbed between her thighs again.

She’d never seen what the big deal was about sex.  Her few boyfriends had been less than memorable, and most of the time, the act wasn’t worth the effort.   Men invariably found her frigid and unadventurous, and it seemed like a waste of time to explain that she was just bored.  Lotte knew instinctively that she always sought out the same polished, professional  type because they were safe – men in her social sphere, men who would never do anything unpredictable, anything that might make her or the family look bad.

Lotte was the last of the Cavanaughs.  She’d lost her parents and sister in a plane crash just after her college graduation, and since then, had been highly aware of what the world expected of her.  She was a workaholic, determined to maintain the family legacy of using their enormous wealth to make the world a better place.  Boyfriends and sex and fun always seemed to take a backseat.

Except of course, for those nights when Alice dragged her out for an adventure – the fairgrounds, a concert, bowling – all those places that normal people took for granted, but seemed like illicit rebellion to Lotte, whose world was all right angles and timetables. 

A strip club.

Steeling herself, Lotte stepped up to the bouncer in front of the plain brick building.  He was a giant of a man, all in black, and Lotte strove for calm as she cleared her throat.

“Excuse me?”

“Back of the line, lady,” he replied, not looking at her.

“No, sorry.  I was just inside.  I left my phone…”

The bouncer finally looked at her, looked her over, lingering on her bare legs appreciatively, before moving the velvet rope back.

“Hard to forget those legs,” he grinned, and stepped back to let her in.

“No, that’s not what I – ”

Lotte hesitated, feeling like she was about to fall down some insane sexual rabbit hole.

“In or out, lady,” said the bouncer impatiently.

With a deep breath, Lotte swallowed her nerves and stepped inside.

 

MARK RAND WAS TIRED.  It had been a mistake to agree to the early show.  Backstage, he rubbed a thin coat of oil over his arms and chest, groaning as his muscles protested the movement.  The full day at the garage dealing with customers and backbreaking work had left him exhausted and tense, and he’d only agreed to perform in the group numbers because Luke had begged him.

Please?  Two of my guys are out sick.  Then you can have the after-hours spotlight if you want it.

Luke Kay was a hard man to say no to and he knew which buttons to push.  Not only did he know that Mark would never leave him in the lurch, but he knew that giving Mark never turned down a chance to indulge his exhibitionist side in the club.  It was his preferred form of stress relief and they both knew it.

And so Mark had performed the mainstream routine for the screaming hordes of bachelorettes and girls’ night out revelers with the rest of the guys, counting the minutes.

And now it was time.

Mark felt a hard shiver of lust slide down his spine and up his cock.

He’d stripped at the club on a dare a few years ago, but Luke saw something in him and offered him a few shifts, which turned out to be a great way to make some extra money.  Mark didn’t mind the hordes of drunken women ogling him from the audience.  For a long time, he’d avoided the late-night club – stripping was one thing, sex in public was another.  Luke talked him into staying to watch one night, and Mark was hooked. 

He loved everything about it – every lustful act ramped up to a million by the eyes on him.  Nothing consensual was off limits and though anyone could watch, Luke was ruthless about screening participating members.  It hadn’t taken long for Mark to realize that he’d been waiting for this club his entire sexual life.  He liked being watched.  He liked the power that surged through him even more than he liked the sex.  In fact, though he’d indulged in nearly every sexually adventurous act he could come up with on that stage, in recent weeks, he’d been going solo.  Mark wasn’t sure what the problem was, but he’d been increasingly restless, not satisfied with the willing partners who bared themselves for both their pleasure and their audience’s appreciation.

He tensed, thinking about it, and then rolled his shoulders.

After the day he’d had, this performance was going to be so good.

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Cupids and Birthdays

14 Friday Feb 2014

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Yes, my birthday is Valentine’s Day.  I know, I know. Believe me, it was NOT my idea 🙂  

New excerpt later today, so stop back!  Hope your Valentine’s Day is filled with love and hugs from friends and loved ones, and plenty of chocolate!  Meanwhile, here’s a winged hottie to get your day started right!

xoxo

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EXCERPT!!! An intro to Nick Kringle – COMING SOON!

03 Monday Feb 2014

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Just a short intro to the Kringle men for your Monday evening. Enjoy!

Nick - SMALL

BAH HUMBUG, thought Nick Kringle as he leaned on the railing, looking down on the merry party underway on the factory floor.

Christmas was still two weeks away, but the season was in full swing, and though Nick knew that throwing the candy factory workers the mother of all Christmas parties was not only expected, but also the nice thing to do, he resented it with every fiber of his being. Part of the problem was that he knew what was riding on them getting all of their orders, regular and magical, out the door on time. The other part of the problem was that Nick Kringle hated Christmas.

He hated the cheer, he hated all the happy laughter and joyous reunions of family and friends.

He hated wrapping paper and ribbons and pine trees and twinkly lights. And eggnog.

Especially fucking eggnog.

The whole holiday baffled him, though Nick had to admit, as he looked down on the workers whirling tipsily around the makeshift dance floor and catching each other under the mistletoe, that he might be biased. He’d been taught from an early age that a cheery smile meant someone was hiding something, friends were likely to stab you in the back, and Christmas was a dark day on the calendar, to be endured instead of celebrated. Growing up, Nick and his brothers had quickly learned to detest the holidays.  Not surprising, given that their father was Jack Frost.

Yes, that Jack Frost.

Nick had vague memories of early childhood Christmases, when his flighty elven mother would take the three boys to visit their Kringle cousins. His mother was one of Mrs. Claus’ sisters, and Nick remembered romping with the Kringle girls along with his brothers, Ethan and Jake. But that had been centuries ago.  Kringles aged differently than mortals, and those warm memories had mostly disappeared, trampled under decades of bitterness and resentment as the three brothers grew up in the drafty halls of Frost Castle. After a monumental fight with their coldhearted, scheming father, Nick’s mother had been banished to another realm, forced to leave her young sons behind. Nick and his brothers had been too little to really understand it, but since that moment, their lives had been shaped by Jack Frost’s chilly ideology, and they’d grown up cold, calculating, and emotionally stunted.

Jack Frost’s plan was clear – he was grooming his sons to join the family business, working to destroy Christmas and all that it stood for. On paper, it all sounded looked good, clearly villainous and coldhearted. Unfortunately for Jack, his sons had taken after their parents in more ways than one.

Ethan, the eldest, was the most likely candidate to step into their father’s chilly shoes.  Calculating, brilliant, and emotionless, Ethan had a head for business and didn’t get discouraged by the trifling little setbacks along the path toward world domination. However, in an ironic twist that infuriated the Master Icicle-Maker, Ethan had also inherited a conscience, a sense of fair play, and that unwillingness to break the rules, the need to win fair and square and not stab an opponent in the back was a serious blow to Frost’s grand scheme.

Jake was the youngest, and Ethan’s polar opposite. Fun-loving, mischief-making, and flighty as a snowflake, he had his father’s ability to live in the moment, but couldn’t be trusted with money, power, or any degree of serious magic. He’d been sowing his wild oats for the last hundred years ago, and the few times Nick had been forced to seek him out, he was usually in the company of a harem of voluptuous snow nymphs or living it up in the seedier magical clubs of the world’s major cities.

This left Nick as his father’s last chance at grooming an heir to take over his chilly empire. Too bad Nick wanted nothing to do with it. He gripped the railing, white-knuckled, watching a group of drunken workers attempt a round of “Deck the Halls,” and remembering the last tumultuous argument he’d had with his father. He didn’t want to ruin Christmas, Nick explained, he didn’t want to spread sadness and squash mirth, he just wanted to be left alone. Nick had no interest in squeezing the life out of the holiday or bringing misery to millions – he just didn’t care one way or the other. His entire adult life, he’d been looking for a way to step out from his father’s shadow, to live an ordinary, unimportant life of quiet, chilly, peaceful solitude. But no. He’d been dragged into scheme after scheme for centuries, always the sidekick, always being forced to inflict distress on perfectly well-meaning humans and elves.

It was such a waste of time.

Nick thought longingly of following in his brother’s footsteps – he should have taken off with Jake when he had the chance. Right now he could be balls deep in more-than-willing snow nymph pussy in the heart of Siberia, without a care in the world. Instead, he’d been too chicken shit to go through with it. When the situation finally came to a head, Nick blew up, and the walls of Frost Castle had trembled with Jack Frost’s fury and dark magic. Recklessly, Nick had declared himself independent – he didn’t need his family, his birthright, or his magic. And so Jack Frost had cast him out.

No money.

No brothers.

No magic.

He’d been dropped in an alley in New York with just the clothes on his back.

Two weeks of living homeless and magic-less was enough to convince Nick that he may have made a serious mistake. Cold, hungry, struggling to deal with the loss of his magic, and generally miserable, he’d finally uncovered one of the hidden North Pole portals around the city. There were wards on it, of course, to protect against dark magic. Luckily, Nick was no longer infused with dark magic, and he’d always been handy at mixing things. A half-hour of heavy petting with a cute witch at a local magical dive bar got him the ingredients for an unlocking potion that he mixed in a discarded bucket in a back alley, fingers frozen to the bone. The wards dissolved like melted butter, and the next morning Nick was stumbling through the portal, feeling something tight cracking in his frozen chest as the cheery lights of North Pole village came into view.

 

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February!!!

01 Saturday Feb 2014

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How is it February already?  The Christmas decorations are still half up!

Well, January got out of hand, which doesn’t surprise me too much, but that’s no excuse.  I’ve reshuffled a bit.  This month is all about finishing up NICK and SAFE FROM THE STORM, and then next month, we start getting into my HEARTS OF STONE series with the prequels.

Magic and monsters and muses, oh my!

Thanks so much for all the emails and questions about Bright’s Ferry!  Believe me, I want to get the books out just as quickly as you do!  LOL…all I can say is that Tony and Nora will be SO worth it, and I am keeping my little nose to the grindstone.

Excerpt on Monday.  Have a great football weekend!

xoxo

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EXCERPT!!! Sneak Peak – Bright’s Ferry #4 – COMING SOON!!!

27 Monday Jan 2014

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OK, you’re going to hate me for this one – I’m such a tease. 🙂

This is a chunk from SAFE FROM THE WILD, which comes out after SAFE FROM THE STORM.  Ballpark is March, but I’ll keep you posted.  I don’t have an official blurb here, but you’ll meet Eden and Rafe in SFS – she’s a paramedic and he’s all tangled up in Nora’s family drama.  Since they get their first sparks there, I thought it might be fun to share a semi-spicy excerpt of where they’re heading.  This is from near the beginning – they’ve been trying to stay away from each other and it’s not working…LOL…

And note, it’s very weird writing two books at the same time!

Enjoy!

Safe From the Wild

 

EXCERPT:

Rafe caged her in with a hand on either side of the wall, and she felt her stomach flutter as he stepped closer.  She dug deep and clenched her fingers at her sides until the nails bit into her skin.  It was either that or reach for him.

“All that calm, like the still waters of a lake.  Makes a man wonder what’s under the surface.”

“Something with teeth,” she managed as he leaned in, and she shivered as his breath touched her cheek.

“Of that, I have no doubt.”

He didn’t touch her, but she felt the heat of his breath along her jaw and nearly melted.  She could practically feel his lips on her neck as he continued exploring, millimeters away, and had no trouble imagining the gentle scrape of teeth along her throat.  Eden swallowed a whimper as he reversed course and his breath puffed against her mouth.

She couldn’t take it.

With a carnal move that came as natural as breathing, her hands came up to cup his face and she surged forward to take his lips, greedily absorbing the punch of heat at the first press of that tempting, maddening mouth.  She tasted his surprise, his restraint, felt the hint of rough stubble under her fingers and then he muttered, “Shit,” against her lips before he shifted and kissed her back.  He took control with a smooth slant of his head, a swipe of his tongue that had her mouth dropping open, and then Eden couldn’t think as every nerve ending in her body melted into hot, tingling delight.

He didn’t touch her anywhere else, and her nipples tightened, ached to evaporate the inches between them and rub against his muscled form, to feel his hard thigh sliding between her legs to press deliciously against the place that throbbed for him.  The heat of his body was already threating to disintegrate what was left of her into sparkling little bits, but when she shifted closer, he held her back with a broad hand against her sternum, pushing her back into the wall.

It didn’t make sense.

She wanted.

 Eden whimpered against his mouth, greedy to get as close as humanly possible, starving for more.  She sank her teeth into his lower lip.

Rafe yanked his mouth away, panting, and leaned his forehead against hers.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

Speech was beyond her, and Eden could only gulp in air and let her hands slide boneless down his chest, testing and learning the hard muscle he selfishly kept away from her.  Rafe groaned at the touch, the hand on her sternum moving to cup one breast as though he couldn’t help himself.  He squeezed gently, then ran a circle around her aching nipple and flicked it.

Eden’s knees nearly buckled.

“What I want to do to you,” Rafe muttered.

But he dropped his hands and stepped back.

“Stay away from me,” he ordered.

“You’re the one who pinned me to the wall,” she retorted, but it came out breathless because there wasn’t any air left in her lungs.

A muscle ticked in his jaw and she saw his retreat, the way that lazy confidence dropped over him like a perfectly-fitted cloak.

“It won’t happen again,” he assured her and walked away.

Bastard, thought Eden, because now she had to go back and make small talk with her date and pretend that she wasn’t a turned on, trembling, soaked-panties, horny mess for a completely different man.

A man she should stay as far away from as possible.

A killer.

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Catching Up!

25 Saturday Jan 2014

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Shhhh…I’m working.  There are Post-It’s on every square inch of desk space!

Excerpt late Monday and a better idea of ETAs.  It’s so busy around here!

Luckily the pages are nice and spicy. 🙂

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Thursday Mini-Rant!!!

16 Thursday Jan 2014

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I finally managed to kick off the post-holiday blahs to get some serious pages done early this week.  Yay!

And then Tuesday came along and WHOOSH.  Work dump.  I don’t work from an office, so my paycheck work is all freelance, which basically means feast or famine.  So frustrating to not be able to drop everything and just work on Bright’s Ferry – I am trying very hard to hit my monthly deadlines this year, and have both NICK (THE KRINGLE BOYS #1) and SAFE FROM THE STORM out by the end of January.  Annoyingly, life is intruding in a tedious, irritating sort of way.

No excerpt today, but hopefully for Monday.  I’ve also got a few new covers in the works for some upcoming projects – more on those later!  Meanwhile, go check out MORE THAN A NIGHT if you haven’t read it – Henry and Erin are pretty steamy. 🙂

xoxo

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EXCERPT!!! Safe From the Storm – COMING SOON!

11 Saturday Jan 2014

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Happy Weekend!!!

I’ve been keeping my head down, trying to get through Kringle edits and Storm chapters, but I owe you an excerpt!  Here’s the intro to Steffen Decelles, who is a truly nasty piece of work and the kind of guy you want to punch.  He’s going to come to a bad end, no doubt. 🙂

And now to spend the weekend battling the red pen.

Safe From the Storm

EXCERPT:

 

I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN she’d return here, he thought, gritting his teeth as the cheerful, hand-carved wooden sign proclaiming WELCOME TO BRIGHT’S FERRY swished by the SUV in a wet blur.

Even soggy with late November rain, the little New England town was quaint and welcoming, the art galleries and little boutiques on Main Street lit up, promising warmth and cheer, accented with swirls of red and gold fall foliage from the stately trees that dotted the landscape.  Beyond the town, storm clouds gathered over the ships that bobbed in the marina, and a churning purple and gray sea.

The whole thing looked like a fucking postcard.

Steffen Decelles had been here only once, five years ago, the first time he’d tracked down his errant bride, and even though she’d slipped his grasp that time, the visit had served its purpose.  He’d gotten a glimpse of the tacky life Nora had built for herself surrounded by hicks, tourists, and fishermen.

And he’d gotten a glimpse of Sheriff Tony Arnetto.

The man who had fucked his wife.

The man who even now kept him from what was rightfully his.

He had thought it would be enough when he finally caught up with Nora and punished her as she deserved, and her pleas and apologies had been so satisfying.  He had thought he’d taught her that her life was his, her body was his.

And the money, that went without saying.

But she wouldn’t break.  Surprising.

The first time she escaped he couldn’t believe it.  Just the memory had Steffen clenching his well-manicured hands on the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip.  He found her, of course, punishing her, teaching her, trying to force her to give him what he deserved, which was everything.

She escaped again.

The pattern continued for five long years, and Steffen had to admit, grudgingly, that he had underestimated Nora Allen.  He’d even given up on finding her for a time – the world thought she was dead.  He would have been content to let her stay that way and find another way to get the money if it were not for Tony Arnetto.

Because Sheriff Tony had stolen from him, was still stealing from him.

So Steffen would have his revenge – both on Nora and on Sheriff Arnetto.

That she would risk coming back to Bright’s Ferry showed how desperate she’d become.

How stupid.

He’d break her at last, but first he’d force her to watch him kill the man she loved, and realize that it was entirely her fault.

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Monday!

06 Monday Jan 2014

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Good morning!

It’s blustery and weird out there, and according to the weather reports, two-thirds of the country is going to be in deep freeze for the next couple of days.  A good day to stay home and read!  Sadly, it’s Monday.  Stay safe out there!

I was just scrolling through SAFE FROM THE STORM, looking for something juicy to excerpt, and found a mess of edits.  So, I might hold off a couple of days and clean that up first.  My Kringle guy is looking pretty good – silly, sexy fun – almost there.

As expected rebooting my 500K challenge has been challenging. 🙂  However, the real year starts today with the first Monday of the year, so here’s to lots of excerpts ahead!

Look for a new SFS piece tomorrow or Wednesday.

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