Boudoir News - May 22
Have you read Heat? It is on sale!
Where has spring gone?
This spring has been rough, with lots of decisions being made, but the good news is that I am still writing. I am working through Outlaw, a story about Matteo Russo, but I am also rewriting/re-editing the entire Russo saga to help the timeline and for the read through for new readers. Didn’t I just do this last year? Yes, but as I was wrapping up the series, I found I really wanted to make a few more tweaks to bring the stories to even more readers and I am REALLY happy with the tweaks!
I am deep in the edit cave, so much that I almost missed sending a newsletter this month, but I wanted to bring you one of my older books that ended up with a new cover recently. Have you read Anomaly?
A fated mates, sci-fi romance
“A face paced, action packed story. I loved their journey, filled with suspense and drama! A fascinating ride”
“Amazing. Such a beautiful, emotional and heart warming tale.”
“This is a page turner! I sneaked a peek at the end when I was about a third in, cause I wanted to know … Here you have a X-mas story, a love story, familiar love and devotion, bi-racial, sci-fi, a planet to die for/on, social inequality, greed, selflessness, ... did I forget something? Oh yes, beware the heat factor! (Cough, cough!)"
On H-666 the only thing more dangerous than love is hope…
The All Lights Celebration isn’t for me. I have nothing to celebrate.
I’ll spend my last night of freedom drinking my misery away. Then I’ll submit to forced labor in the mines, where my body and spirit will be broken, and the toxic fumes will destroy my mind. It’s my lot in life, and if I want to spare my sister the same fate, I must accept it.
I wasn’t expecting to meet him, though.
Reece is…different. Stronger. More dangerous. His mesmerizing eyes see everything. I should run away, but instead, I run to him.
He needs my help to get to Earth—and in return, he thinks he can save me. I know better. There’s no hope for me. I’ll die here. But I can’t let that happen to him. He deserves better than this place.
Better than me.
So, while I can give him my body, I can never give him my heart. Because in this place, love is an anomaly. It can’t be trusted.
I can only pray I have the strength to let him go when the time comes…
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“You can say thanks,” I say.
He wears almost pitch-black goggles and has weirdly patterned shavings on the sides of his head. He looks totally not from here and it makes me even more determined to know more.
“I don’t like being in debt,” he quips.
The drawl is gone, so is the accent, and his voice is deeper, rougher. The mystery thickens.
“It’s just a simple thank you.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s polite.”
“No, why did you bail me out? I’m nobody to you.”
I shrug and take a sip of the bitter brew, enjoying the burn as it works its way down my throat.
“You’re not from here, are you?”
He flinches and tightens his jaw. After a quick scan around us, he clenches the fist that’s not holding the bottle and approaches me as if he’s going to take me out.
I know the beginning of a fight when I see one.
“Whoa.” I back away. “I meant nothing by it. Go in peace, mate. Beer is yours.”
He moves closer still. Behind me there’s a wall. I try to gauge where I can escape to when he tears off his goggles then puts his mouth so close to my ear his lips brush my earlobe.
“I’d speak very quietly about that if I were you.”
Heart suddenly slamming hard, I dart my gaze to Ghim who isn’t looking, and then back at the stranger, meeting his steel gray eyes.
Such unusual eyes.
Everything about him screams stranger and danger. I bet he has seen things—things I never will. I want to know. I want his secrets.
“And if I don’t?” I ask softly. “What would you do?”
His hand is on my hip, not hurtful, just there, pulling me to him.
“I could do things to you… harm you, little one. Crush bones you never knew existed, beat you until you’re nothing but shapeless flesh. And the things I could do to a woman… Trust me, you don’t want that. Be a good girl, and do what I tell you.”
His eyes. His gods-damned eyes are like the stars. The real stars, not the shabby decorations for the Light Cel. They glimmer hot and cold, pulling me in, leaving me speechless. I inhale and fight to get back to myself, my body boneless for a moment.
I was never good at being good anyway.
There's a little bit of crazy in everyone...
Tabitha Fairfax wears her shiny badge of crazy for all to see, except when she's on the job. Insanity helps when killing people for money, especially when some of those unlucky citizens don't really deserve their fate, but her psychopathic father, the late and not so great Dominic Fairfax, taught her that cash is king.
Or in her case, queen.
Taking a contract from the Irish mafia doesn't seem like such a big deal.
All the training, all the torture she endured as a child to become what she is and forever will be, is her best defence.
When Rory "Grit" McCabe is assigned to protect a VIP, a game of cat and mouse isn't what he expects.
His adversary is wily, highly intelligent, and his orders are to take her down if he can.
Considering she's one of the best contract killers in the world, trained by a megalomaniac who once supplied the world's bad guys with living weapons, he's pretty sure he's going to need a damn raise.
When they finally go head to head, it's not just blood that flies.
Who knew a pint-sized blonde with deadly intentions was the one who'd make sparks fly?
They were my father’s best friends… Now they’re my Daddies.
My family is desperate. My father is gone, and the money he left us to survive on is too.
And there’s nothing I can do to help. Or that’s what I thought, until I learned I do have one thing that might save us. Something certain men are willing to pay a small fortune to take.
My innocence.
But the men who won me aren’t the only ones looking to claim my body. Someone far more dangerous has his eye on me.
And even my Daddies may not be enough to protect me from him in the end.
