Nate's Deputy now on Amazon and Are!

Hi everyone!


This is just a quick post to inform those of you that like to buy exclusively from Amazon and All Romance ebooks that Nate's Deputy is now available on both sites. For those of you that haven't yet read the book I've included the blurb and an excerpt below. Hope you're all having a great day!

Nate's Deputy can be purchased from Amazon here: http://www.amazon.com/Nates-Deputy-Shifters-Haven-ebook/dp/B008PTXVQ8/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1343511269&sr=1-1&keywords=nate%27s+deputy

And from ARe here: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nate039sdeputy-893398-139.html


The Blurb:
Werewolf Nate Stanford is riddled with guilt over his brother Rick’s death…so much so that when he meets his mate—Deputy Sheriff Jared Ambrose—he rejects him, believing he is not good enough for Jared and not worthy of being loved. The only thing that matters to him is buying his childhood home in honour of his brother’s memory.

Since their father died, Jared Ambrose has taken on responsibility for his younger brother, whose drinking binges are constantly getting him into trouble. Jared’s only hope of saving his brother is finding them a place they can call home. Jared wants to make Sheriff, but believes he’ll never be elected if the residents of his new town find out he is gay. When he realises Nate is his mate, he knows it’s not possible for them to be together.

But trouble in their small town and unrest in the supernatural council force them together and make them question their decisions. Can these two stubborn men conquer their demons and overcome all obstacles to carve out a life together?


Excerpt:

“Let me get this straight. You’re saying someone stole your cow?”

Joe Walker’s eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. “My bull! Jesus Christ, did you hear a word I just said, boy?” the old man fumed. “He was my prized, black Aberdeen Angus bull! Cost me near on ten thousand dollars.”

Jared nearly swallowed his tongue. Ten thousand bucks, for a piece of meat? “You’re shitting me.”

While Jared watched, the vein in Joe’s forehead pulsed. “No, I am not shitting you. Someone stole him. What ya gonna do about it?”

Joe’s face was puce. Jesus, if the man wasn’t careful he was going to have an aneurism. Jared needed to calm him down.

“How do you know he was stolen, sir?” Jared asked. “Are you sure he didn’t escape? Wander into one of the neighbouring properties maybe?”

Well shit, that didn’t work. Joe’s eyes got even wider. “Where the hell is the sheriff? I can’t deal with you. You’re as dumb as a box of hammers.”

Jared tried to ignore the old man’s insult. “Sheriff Ferguson is busy on another call. If you want matter investigated, you’re going to have to deal with me. Okay, can you tell me how you know the cow…uh…bull was taken?”

Joe threw up his hands. “There was no hole in the fence,” he said very slowly as though he were addressing a young child. “The gate was open. Someone took ‘im.”

“Are you sure the gate wasn’t left open by accident? Maybe by someone that works here?”

“What sort of operation do you think I’m running here? I’ve been in ranching my entire life. The cowboys that work for me are experienced men. Not a one of them would be as damn stupid as to leave the gate open. You need to go and question them Morgan brothers. Them boys have got it in fer me.”

Jared wrote the name down on his notepad but there wasn’t a lot he could do with it. “Do you have any reason to suspect these Morgan brothers?”

The old man stiffened. “Had me a few crossed words with them over the past year is all.”

Jared sighed. That didn’t help him much. “You can’t go around accusing people without proof, sir.”

“It was them, I’m telling you. Talk to them, look on their land. I know they’ve got my Dipsy.”

Dipsy? What the hell name was that for a bull? Jared had to stifle a chuckle. “Do you have a first name for these brothers?”

“Of course, there’s Kelan and Co—”

“Kelan, Kelan Morgan?” Jared interrupted. “As in Alpha Morgan?”

Joe’s face paled. “Well, I’m not saying it was him exactly, but I wouldn’t mind betting it was Luke or that ass-bandit he’s shacking up with. He’s got it in for me since I fired him. I’m telling you, it was him.”

Jared felt his anger rise but he tried to tamp it down. This was the exact reason he couldn’t let people find out he was gay. There were too many haters in a small town like Wolf Creek. Too many people who would never accept him for who he was. Jared needed to ingratiate himself into the community if he wanted to be elected sheriff. He couldn’t afford to get on the wrong side of folks in town, and he certainly didn’t need to get on the wrong side of his alpha.

Now that Jared came to think about it, he was sure he’d heard about the trouble between Alpha Morgan’s youngest brother, Luke, and Joe’s son. What was his name again? Ethan. That was it. Seemed Joe was holding the Morgans responsible for their son’s incarceration…although from what Jared remembered of the story, Ethan had been the one at fault.

“This is the third bull gone in a month…third! I’m telling you someone has it in for me, and it’s got to be that faggot.”

Jared winced at the term then pursed his lips. While he stared at Joe, trying to think of a way to placate him, his cell started vibrating in his pocket.

“Yeah. It was him,” Joe continued. “Him or Luke anyways.”

The phone kept buzzing. Shit.

“Has to be one of them. No doubt in my mind, and I wouldn’t rule Kelan out, either.”

Jared pulled the cell out of his pocket and held it up. “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m going to have to take this. It’s important.”

Joe huffed out a long sigh and fixed Jared with a cold, mean stare, but thankfully he didn’t say anything. Jared walked a few feet away from the old man and answered the call. “Jared.”

“Jared, it’s Pete. You’d better get down here. There’s trouble.”

Jared cursed under his breath. “Is it Tristan again?”

“Yeah. Wait a minute…aww fuck!”

Pete’s voice cut off as Jared heard glass smashing in the background. “Pete? Pete? What’s going on?”

The line was dead.




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Mobsters and Miracles now available on Amazon!

Hi everyone!


This is just a quick heads up for those that have contacted me to ask when Mobsters and Miracles, my latest release will be available on Amazon. It's there folks! Clicking on the cover below will take you straight through to the book's Amazon page. 

Well, it's a beautiful day today(yes, wonders will never cease!) so I have my laptop set up under an umbrella in my garden and I'm going to spend all day here! British weather  is so changeable we have to make the most of it when we get it. I'm hoping to get lots of writing done today. Wish me luck!


Thanks for stopping by. Hope you all have a great day!

Mobsters and Miracles is out now!

Hi everyone!


I'm incredibly pleased to announce that Mobsters and Miracles is now available on ARe! This is my first self-published endeavour and it's given me such an appreciation of all the hard work that goes into publishing a book. Please don't get me started on formatting! lol! I hope you all enjoy my boys!

Here's the blurb for the book in case you missed it:
Narcotics detectives Lucas Manning and Danny DeRossa have been investigating the Valdez brothers' lucrative cocaine business for a little over a year. The case is as good as closed. The Valdez brothers are being held in custody while awaiting trial and Tony Reyes – general dogsbody and hired gun is in protective custody until he can testify against them. Time for Lucas and Danny to sit back and put their feet up? Not if Ramon Torres has anything to do with it.

When Torres - a long-standing employee of the Valdez brothers kidnaps Lucas to discover the location of Tony Reyes, it’s up to Lucas’ partner Danny to rescue him. But during their escape, they witness a startling incident - a priest and a rabbi in a shoot-out with Ramon’s men. What possible connection could a band of drug dealers have with the church and the synagogue? Lucas and Danny have evidently stepped in the middle of something big, but can they stay alive long enough to find out what?

To complicate matters further, out and proud Lucas has fallen hard for his straight partner Danny. But is Detective DeRossa as straight as he led Lucas to believe or could he return his partner's affections?


And an excerpt to whet your appetite:

I pulled and twisted and wriggled in the seat, but it didn’t matter how hard I tried—I couldn’t get my hands free from the damn ropes. They’d tied them too tight. I wasn’t even able to get any feeling back into my numb hands. If my partner Danny didn’t hurry the hell up and rescue me, I was going to kick his ass all the way back to Manhattan. Assuming I wasn’t still in Manhattan. I’d been blindfolded after they grabbed me and brought me to wherever the hell they were holding me. But if I’d learned anything about the Valdez brothers in the twelve months we’d been investigating their lucrative narcotics business, it was that they operated strictly east of the river. I had to be somewhere in Brooklyn.

It hadn’t even entered my mind that Danny wouldn’t find me. He was steadfast in his loyalty and I was confident he’d never give up searching. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been tied to the chair—could have been a day, maybe less. There were no windows in the room, so I didn’t even know if it was morning or night. I was desperate for a piss. I’d dozed off once or twice, but there was no way I’d been asleep for more than twenty minutes each time. I was sure Danny would have been doing his damndest to find me since he’d discovered I was missing.

The main problem was that I’d been snatched leaving a club at some time around midnight, and as pathetic as it made me look—which wasn’t too far from the truth—I wouldn’t be missed until I failed to show up at the station the following morning. My captors’ attempts to make me talk had thus far been ineffective and I didn’t know how much longer I had left before they simply gave up and shot my useless ass.

When a low chuckle sounded at the door, I stopped pulling at the ropes, but I didn’t turn around. It had to be Ramon—he’d been the only one to ‘visit’ me since I’d been brought in—and I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing the frustration on my face. The man sauntered into the room and the smell of cigar smoke and stale sweat assaulted my senses, making me want to heave. I finally looked up and met his gaze. Ramon. He stared at me for a moment, his cold black gaze boring into mine then leant back against the wall and took a puff on his really fucking big cigar. He tried to blow a smoke circle, but had a coughing fit instead. Asswipe. Under different circumstances I might have found it funny, but all I could think was how pathetic he looked standing there, trying to be the big man, which he most definitely was not.

Ramon Torres was a short, fat and seriously unpleasant man on the wrong side of fifty. If it wasn’t for the grease, his wiry black hair would have been able to scour pans. His sideburns were peppered with grey and he had a moustache that even Tom Selleck would have drawn the line at. Ramon was rotten to the core, and just like a bad apple or piece of decaying meat, nothing could be done to save him.

“I trust you are keeping well, Detective Manning.”

“Never better,” I answered brightly, holding his gaze with ease.

“I’m sorry we have to keep you under such…conditions.” Ramon’s heavily accented voice was full of false sympathy and when he spoke, the ferret above his top lip twitched.

I shrugged. “No need to apologise. I was in need of a vacation. You saved me the expense.”

Ramon ignored the quip. “Mr Valdez is not very happy with you.”

I cocked my head to the side and stared at him blankly. “Which Mr Valdez are you referring to, exactly? Puny Patricio or No Knob Niguel?” I seriously needed to learn how to keep my big mouth shut. That derisive comment earned me a back-hander that made my teeth rattle like the cage Ramon would find himself in as soon as I got my hands free from the goddamn ropes. I spat out a mouthful of blood. “That wasn’t very nice.”

In all honesty, I’d been surprised Ramon had mentioned the Valdez brothers by name. I knew they wouldn’t be happy if they found out. But that only meant Ramon didn’t think I’d stay alive long enough to tell on him. The grin he flashed exposed a mouth half full of gold-capped teeth, substantiating my theory that he was an asshole. His gaze drifted lower over my bare chest and I shivered, hating the way he stared at me even though I knew damn well he wasn’t checking me out. He was looking at the intricate pattern of tiny cuts that covered my chest.

When they first brought me into the room, two gas heaters were placed on the ground on either side of me. It was mid-December but I doubted they were being thoughtful. One of Ramon’s lackeys took off my shirt before he tied me to the chair. When he cranked up the heat so that I was sweating like a pig in a restaurant that had just run out of pork, I’d been grateful for the gesture…until he got the razor blade out and started to play cut the cop. The warm blast of air from the heaters soon had me sweating and then it was trickling down into the cuts on my chest.

Lemme tell you something for nothing. That shit stings.

Ramon pulled his gaze away from my torso and shook his fat head. “This could so easily have been avoided if you’d kept your nose out of our business.”

I shrugged. “Cops are nosy. It’s my job.”

Ramon’s gold-toothed grin got broader. “Not for much longer it isn’t.”

I suppose I walked right into that one. I should have been afraid of his threat, but I’d never been smart that way. “Why not?” I countered. “Did my lottery numbers come in?”

Ramon ignored my poor imitation of a joke and crouched down in front of me, taking another puff on his cigar. It had gone out. He shrugged and stuffed it in his white shirt pocket. I barely refrained from calling him a dick and tried not to look at the stains under his arms—or breathe in his vile, stale sweat aroma—because my stomach was already uneasy. Part of me, however, would have loved nothing more than to see the expression on his face if I upchucked all over his cheap, polyester pants.

“Where is Tony Reyes?” Ramon asked.

Reyes—an informant that was currently under our protection was soon to testify against the Valdez brothers. Having worked under them for fifteen years, he had enough information to help put them away for a very long time. My partner Danny and I had been working the case for over a year and it was practically in the bag…if we could keep Reyes—and ourselves—alive long enough for him to testify.

“Uh, vacationing in Hawaii?”

Another back-hander. That one forced my jaw to snap together and I bit down on my tongue, hard. I tasted more blood. If the fucker made me lose any teeth I swore he’d lose a finger, or maybe a toe. Okay, so I wouldn’t really have done either of those things to him, but just thinking about doing them put a smile on my face. Who’d have thought being captured and tortured would have made my thoughts so warped? That was yet another thing I could hate Ramon for. His list was getting longer by the damn minute.

“Maybe we’ll get some answers from Danny DeRossa when he gets here, huh, Detective?” Ramon drawled.

I nearly did throw up when he said that. I stared at him, trying to work out what the fuck he meant by it. Did he know something I didn’t? Was he merely assuming my partner would come looking for me or did they already have him? As though he were reading my mind, Ramon grinned and nodded.

“Yeah, we got him.”

Even though I thought he might be bluffing, my stomach did a backwards flip. My heart was somewhere in my throat. Ramon could do whatever the hell he liked to me, but I couldn’t stand to see him hurt Danny. But that’s exactly what he would be counting on. Fuck. I averted my gaze and hardened my expression, trying not to show any emotion, but I think it was too late. He looked smug. Patricio and Niguel were going to get what was coming to them for this, but Ramon—Ramon would get his first.

Raised voices sounded from outside the door, but since I barely spoke a word of Spanish, I couldn’t understand what was being said. Whatever it was put a renewed smile on Ramon’s face.

“Ah, here he is now.”

Bile rose in my throat as I turned my head away from Ramon to stare at the door. I prayed he was lying, calling my bluff, but I doubted it and I didn’t think Ramon was that good of a poker player. They had Danny. Jesus, don’t let him be hurt. Before I had time to worry any more about my partner’s condition, he came stumbling through the open door after a shove from one of Ramon’s men. My breath caught in my throat. It looked like he’d been roughed up a bit, but he didn’t look too bad. They hadn’t done anything to him he wouldn’t heal from. Still, the sight of him with blood on his face was enough for me to want to commit murder and at that moment in time, I didn’t give a shit about the consequences or the fact that doing so would make me no better than Ramon. Danny looked up and caught my eye and his smile just about stopped my heart.

“If I’d known I was coming to a party I would have dressed for the occasion,” he quipped, walking further into the room. Danny’s tone had been blithe, but I’d watched him so closely over the past year, I knew his every nuance. He’d cast an assessing eye over the injuries on my chest as he drew closer and his eyes pulled together in frown so slight it wouldn’t have been visible to anyone that didn’t know him as well.

Damn, but it was good to see him, even though I was dismayed they’d caught him too. I had to wonder what it said about us as detectives if we could be snatched so easily. I plastered a grin on my face.

“It’s about time you showed up. I was getting bored.”

Danny chuckled. “We can’t have that.”

“Did you come bearing gifts?”

He patted his pockets then shrugged apologetically, a wry smile on his face. “No cigarettes, I’m afraid, but you have been meaning to quit.”

I threw him a mock scowl. “You’re off my Christmas card list.”

“Then my work is done,” he said through a wide grin.

I was so enthralled by Danny’s presence, I didn’t see Ramon pull the gun out of his back pocket until it was too late, not that I could have done anything being tied to the chair and all. Ramon lifted the gun and struck Danny on the back of the head. The sound of the barrel cracking against his skull was the most terrible sound I’d ever had the misfortune of hearing.

Danny let out a muffled “Oof” and then crumpled to the floor at my feet.

For those of you that are interested in purchasing a copy of the book you can find it here at ARe http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-mobstersandmiracles-889557-145.html

It should be available on Amazon sometime over the next twenty four hours, but I'll let you all know as soon as it goes live. It will be available in print format in the next couple of weeks. Watch this space for news.

Thanks for stopping by everyone and happy reading!

Shifters' Haven Vol 3 Now Available In Print!

Hi everyone! This is just a quickie for those of you that have contacted me to ask me when Nate's Deputy and Gregory's Rebellion will be released in print. Today's the day folks! Vol 3 of Shifters' Haven has been released for purchase on Total-E-Bound's website and will be available shortly on all other online stores such as Amazon, ARe and Barnes and Noble etc. I'll let you know the dates for the other stores as and when I get them. Thanks so much to all those that contacted me to say how much they enjoyed Nate's Deputy and Gregory's Rebellion. Your kinds words as always are much appreciated and I'm so happy you are enjoying the series.

For those of you that haven't read books five and six of the shifter series yet here are the blurbs for both stories.


Nate's Deputy
Werewolf Nate Stanford is riddled with guilt over his brother Rick’s death…so much so that when he meets his mate—Deputy Sheriff Jared Ambrose—he rejects him, believing he is not good enough for Jared and not worthy of being loved. The only thing that matters to him is buying his childhood home in honour of his brother’s memory.

Since their father died, Jared Ambrose has taken on responsibility for his younger brother, whose drinking binges are constantly getting him into trouble. Jared’s only hope of saving his brother is finding them a place they can call home. Jared wants to make Sheriff, but believes he’ll never be elected if the residents of his new town find out he is gay. When he realises Nate is his mate, he knows it’s not possible for them to be together.

But trouble in their small town and unrest in the supernatural council force them together and make them question their decisions. Can these two stubborn men conquer their demons and overcome all obstacles to carve out a life together?


Gregory's Rebellion
Leopard shifter Gregory is delighted to finally meet his mate, but why doesn’t the heavily scarred young jaguar shifter Hayden recognise their bond? 

When supernatural council member Gregory is sent to Las Vegas to pick up a stray jaguar shifter, he thinks it will be an easy job. But upon his arrival, Gregory discovers that his quarry is his destined mate—a mate that doesn’t recognise their bond. Hayden has an angry looking scar running the length of his left cheek, but he won’t tell Gregory how he got it or why he hasn’t shifted into his cat form for the last two years. Something bad must have happened to him, but can Gregory convince his wary mate to confide in him? 

To make matters worse, many council members’ mates have been murdered in recent months so Gregory is afraid to tell his employers that Hayden is his mate. Instead, he lies to the council—risking his job and his life—and takes Hayden to Texas where he’ll be able to protect him. But is Hayden as safe on the Crazy Horse ranch as he imagined?


Thanks for stopping by everyone, and thanks again to all those that have taken the time to email me about the books.


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Cover reveal for An Improbable Wolf

Hi folks!


Yep, me again! lol! I'm back with another cover to show off. This one is by the awesome Posh Gosh over at Total-E-Bound and it's for the first book in my new Sanctuary series - An Improbable Wolf. Isn't it fab? 

The Blurb:
Can werewolf Jace Bryson find and capture the wolf that attacked his mate before he finds Deacon and finishes the job?

When werewolf Jace Bryson, leader of the special ops task force in the Sanctuary hears there has been another wolf attack in Las Vegas, he quickly assembles two teams to investigate. But upon arrival he discovers that wolf Deacon Fairchild, the victim of the latest attack is his mate. Even more surprising is the fact that Deacon used to be human.

Humans afraid of catching ‘the wolf virus,’ have hunted shifters almost to the brink of extinction, but they have been mistaken. Werewolves are not made; they are born - until Deacon. When a human is murdered, Jace must find the wolf responsible and stop him, before people become aware of the wolf’s ability and rage a war upon the shifters in the Sanctuary that could mean the end of the life they have become accustomed to.

Jace’s problems become exacerbated when he discovers the attack on his mate was anything but random, it was personal and the culprit is only getting started. Will Jace find the wolf responsible in time to save his mate’s life?


I hope you're all having a great July so far, the weather here in Wales has been wet, grey and miserable(no change there!) but the up side is I've managed to get lots of writing done while I've been stuck indoors so lots of new releases due out over the coming months. Take care everyone and thanks for stopping by! 

Cover reveal for Turning

Hi everyone!


It's cover reveal time again! Just got this cover back last night and I love it! The cover is for a shifter romance novel called Turning which will be released on October 1st. What do you think?

And here's the blurb!


When Rory gets attacked by a wild animal while jogging in the park, his biggest fear is that he’ll need a new tetanus shot. But then odd things begin to happen. His sense of smell and hearing become acute, he’ll do just about anything for a raw steak and hair begins sprouting from places it has no business being, like the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet. Stranger still is his desire to cock his head back and howl at the moon. But werewolves are the stuff of legend, right?

After a curious encounter with a mysterious stranger, Rory is convinced he is losing his mind. Why does he want to rub himself all over the handsome man and bite him? The stranger talks about pack laws and factions, about a war between the species that he is now, apparently in the middle of. Rory just wants his life to get back to normal, but he is turning and whether he likes it or not, life is never going to be the same again.


That's it for now folks! Hope you're all having a fab day!