Shore to Please

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Shore to Please is Book 3 in my Gulf Shore contemporary romance series. For those familiar with the series, it’s Flipper and Tara’s book. Paul “Flipper” O’Riley is the head dolphin trainer at Gulf Shore Aquarium in west-central Florida, and Tara Langley is an animal rights activist who doesn’t think dolphins and whales should be kept in captivity. These two are such as unlikely pair, and not just because of their views on what’s become a very controversial subject. The book has heart, humor, lots of fireworks, mystery, and suspense.


What draws you to write your genre and sub-genre?


I write what I love to read. I became a big fan of romance novels, particularly contemporary, when I picked up my first Catherine Anderson book. After that I started exploring other authors and subgenres and found myself hooked.


Do you have any tips for new writers?


I like to quote an old Nike commercial when people ask how I “find my muse” or get in the mood to write: Just do it. I’ve worked most of my adult life in the newspaper business, so I’m used to writing and editing under intense deadline pressure. The best way to defeat writer’s block is to sit down and put words on the page. You can always go back and tweak them later. Another important thing for writers is to read, a lot, particularly in your chosen genre. Almost everything I’ve learned about fiction writing—pacing, plot and character development, dialogue, etc.—I’ve picked up from reading other writers’ work. But don’t ever copy another writer’s style. Find your own voice.



What is your guilty pleasure?


Staying up entirely too late, sometimes until the wee hours of the morning, to read. My husband is asleep, and it’s the only time my pets are quiet for a long stretch.


Where can your readers reach you?


Please drop by my website at I’d love to have folks sign up for my newsletter, read my blog, and explore the other content on the site. There also are links there to buy my books and find me on social media.


Are you working on another book?


Yes. My work in progress is Gulf Shore Book 3.5, a contemporary paranormal tentatively titled Shore is Magical. It’s my first paranormal but it will have all the hallmarks of the series, including characters from the other books. Flipper’s boss, Kenshin Hamasaki, is still haunted by his baby’s death and his then-wife’s betrayal. When he meets the mysterious Marina, he’s not sure what to think because she’s unlike any woman he’s ever known—or ever knew existed.


How did you come up with the title?


All of the titles so far in my Gulf Shore series are a play on words based on the town they’re set in: The Shore Thing, Shore Feels Right, Shore to Please, and Shore is Magical.


Is there one particular thing that you find challenging about writing?


I’ve spent most of my adult life writing and editing newspaper stories, so fiction writing is a big departure for me. My first book, a woman’s fiction novella titled Getting Her Money’s Worth, is based on true events. I had to keep reminding myself that I could change the facts or totally make them up to suit the plot line or the characters.


Are your characters a reflection on you or anyone you know?


I draw on life experiences, my own and other people’s, in writing my books. For instance, I’m a lifetime Floridian and a volunteer at a marine animal hospital in Clearwater. Those factors definitely have influenced my Gulf Shore series. But while I’ve learned a lot about marine life and how an aquarium/rescue facility operates through my volunteerism, I am most definitely not writing about the place or the people where I work. Gulf Shore, Gulf Shore Aquarium, and all the characters there are fictional.


What is your favorite thing about writing?


Finishing a book and seeing my name on the cover are both big thrills. My goal is to entertain people. So I love it when someone says he or she enjoyed the book.


Do you have a favorite character from one of your own books? Who and why?


One of my favorite characters from the Gulf Shore books is not a person, it’s an African gray parrot named Ozzie. His fictional owner, Dani Davidson, refers to him as her “little boy in a bird suit.” He talks a lot, often in context, and keeps her entertained. My own Ozzie in real life does the same and was the inspiration for that character.


Do you find love scenes difficult to write?


Sometimes. There definitely is an art to it. I try to be descriptive without being too graphic. I want to give readers the excitement of being in lust and love while leaving a little to the imagination.


Are any of your personal experiences reflected in your writing?


My first book, Getting Her Money’s Worth, was inspired by my friendship with an extraordinary person who died a few years ago after four go-rounds with cancer or related illnesses. There is a lot of me in that novel. I wrote it as a tribute to my friend because I so admired the way she could put aside all her worries and challenges and totally live in the moment on the occasions when she had time for fun. I always wished I could emulate that.


Do you characters talk to you?


Not really. But a lot of times I work out storylines in my head while I’m trying to fall asleep. That’s probably why I so often have insomnia. :)


Who controls the storyline, you or your characters?


Ultimately I do, of course. I don’t plot out my books in advance—I’m a classic “by the seat of my pants” writer—so I’m often surprised by what ends up on the page when I sit down and start typing. On the best of days, it just flows out without too much thought. At other times it’s a struggle. All writers go through that, so you just have to plow through those periods when you’re not feeling as creative or inspired as you want to be.


What is your writing day like once you start a book?


I usually sit on the couch, right next to my bird’s cage, with my feet up and my laptop on my lap. My two dogs are either on the couch with me or nearby. I swear they bark if a leaf falls off a tree on the next block, so I get interrupted a lot. But one good thing about having worked for a newspaper is I’ve learned to concentrate in environments where there are a lot of distractions. Newsrooms at peak times are like train stations.


Do you promo your backlists when you’re writing a new book, or dedicate your time solely to writing?


Every author, whether self-published or a fixture on The New York Times best-seller list, has to do a certain amount of self-promotion. While I very much enjoy connecting with readers, it does take away from writing time. It’s easy to get so caught up in social media that you don’t have time to write. You just have to strike a balance and not lose sight of the work.


How many books do you write in a year?


On average, two. Some books can take a couple of months to write. Others take longer. It depends on the story and the characters. Some write themselves, while others feel like I’m building space shuttles.





GUARDIAN – 3/12/12

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Two worlds are about to collide. Claire is going to learn about a past she never knew existed and Roman is about to come out of the shadows and face the woman he has secretly protected for years. With danger all around, will love be enough to save them?




“I have been sure of many things in my life that were not real, Roman,” she whispered. “I have watched you come into Bookworms for months and wondered what if would feel like to wrap myself around you.” She traced a finger along his jaw. “I want to find out.”

He covered her mouth with his. The kiss was all need and surrender.

Roman shifted and rolled so he hovered above her. She was more stunning than any of the angels he had met through the ages and she was about to become his.

Claire wrapped her hands around his head and pulled his mouth back to hers. His lips roamed over her cheek, her chin, feathering kisses down her neck, each kiss igniting a tiny spark between them. She arched into him for more and he felt her surrender.

He swirled his tongue over the nipple of her breast until she cried out. Roman gave her other breast equal attention before he moved lower, his tongue searing a trail of heat toward her navel.

Roman slid his hand between her thighs and his body throbbed when he found her wet and eager. He slipped one finger in her and watched with a delighted smile when his name escaped her lips on a sigh. He looked into her eyes, glazed over with ecstasy as he gently stroked her. He put his mouth back to her body and slid his tongue around her navel. He withdrew his hand and his body hardened even more when she gave a cry of protest.

He was hard to the point of pain yet he had to have a taste of her, a taste from the pearl that lay between her legs.

He let his mouth trail lower and feasted on her, his tongue dipping and stroking, swirling around the treasure that was now his.




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Zen Rivers quiet peaceful life shatters the instant Raven Nightwalker enters it. She just doesn’t know it yet.

Forced into the protective custody of Raven and hunted for a past she can’t remember, Zen must decide who she can trust in a world she barely recognizes. She soon realizes that Raven is the man she shared a single, steamy kiss with months ago and has heated her dreams every night since and determines to awaken the passion in her reluctant savior once again.


Yet when the danger gets real and hiding is no longer an option, will Zen be strong enough to walk away from the man that has covered her heart in the shadows of passion and love?




“Then what the hell were you doing? Lurking in the shadows, watching my every move? Then you what—bring me here! To do what? Kiss me until I’m dizzy and cast me away? I’m not your toy, Raven!”


He picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. I yelped with surprise. “You want to know what this is about?” He climbed the stairs as if I weighed nothing and stopped in front of the locked door. “I’ll show you what this is about.”

Pausing in front of the bedroom door he said, “I want you, Zen, I want you naked, blindfolded, and trussed up in that bed, begging for me, craving release. I’m not a man at all. I am a vampire. There will be no flowers sent from me, no happily ever after.” He closed his eyes and pressed into them with his thumb and forefinger. His voice grew quiet. “You need a future, Zen. You deserve romance. I don’t do romance, Zen. For me, love is a weakness.” 






Blurb: Leah Wolfe of the Supernatural Investigations of Non-human Species—SINS for short—is learning to control her necromancer skills while balancing her life as a federal agent and fiancée to the Marquis of the vampire world, Ian Nightwalker.

When her godson is kidnapped and the kidnapper offers to trade the boy for Leah, she doesn’t hesitate.

Leah finds herself in the lair of Phoenix, a former Marquis bent on avenging the death of his lover. He is also a scientist who is using DNA from various species with the hopes of creating an army of Supernaturals.

Leah must stop Phoenix, save those he has tampered with, and get back to Ian.

But first, she must save herself.




Shifting, I trailed my mouth down his neck, teasing his chest and then sliding lower, where I confirmed that Ian was, indeed, naked, hard, and eager for me. Ian lowered his lips to mine and our tongues tangled together. Short, slow licks quickly smoldered into white-hot desire as we made love to each other’s bodies with our lips and tongues.

He pushed me away from him and I released him with a reluctant groan until he flipped me on my back and wrapped my legs around his shoulders. With his eyes fixed on mine, he slid his tongue out and gave me one long, torturing lick. I gasped, and he flashed me that crooked smile of his and did it again.

“I love to watch your eyes glaze over in ecstasy while I devour you, my love,” he crooned before tasting me once again.

I fisted my hands into the silky strands of his hair and lost all sense of sanity as he tormented my body with long, slow swirls of his skillful tongue. When I thought I could take no more, he slipped his tongue inside me and suckled on my center until I could only see white bursts of pleasure through my closed eyelids. My head thrashed from side to side. His pace relaxed and the slower he slid in and out of me, the more intense the pleasure became that shuddered through me until my body burst with rapture and insanity all at once. I screamed his name with my release, but Ian kept his mouth in place, drinking down my pleasure—as if it were the blood he existed upon.





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Blurb: Things go very wrong, very fast when a federal agent is caught between her vampire lover, the leader of the pack, and a murderer intent on killing those she loves. Is stepping outside the law to stop a killer justified, or will it end her career in SINS?




Mind if we join you?” The taller one asked. “I’m Zach and this is my brother Conner.”

After a round of nice-to-meet-you’s and a fresh order of drinks, the small talk began. Conner sat next to Tala and Zach dragged his chair closer to me. It wasn’t long into the conversation before I started to realize that neither one of these guys was intelligent enough to lure a puppy out of a cage, let alone a woman out of a bar. Tala looked up and gave me a “how the hell do we get rid of them” look just before I felt Zach’s hand start to slither up my leg, perilously close to my gun. I jumped from my seat, a little too quickly, and stifled it with a fake giggle. God I really sucked at the bar scene.

“Um, Tala. I need to go to the little girls’ room.” Did I just say “little girls’ room”? Somebody, shoot me now.

“Great idea. I’ll go with you.” She started to stand when Conner put a hand on her shoulder and dragged her back down.

“I think we’re getting ditched, Zach. How about you?”

Zach put his hand on my hip and squeezed, hard enough to bruise.

I grabbed his hand just below the fingers and pushed back with my thumbs until he let me go. “I’m not really in the mood to play grab-ass,”

“Oww.” He complained. “Calm down bitch.”

I bent Zach’s wrist back far enough to be painful and just this side of breaking it.

Conner kept a grip on Tala’s upper arm.

“Let go of her or watch me break your brother’s wrist.” I warned.

He released Tala. She stood and scrambled to my side.

“Now I’m going to let go and both of you are going to calmly leave this bar and go home.” I looked at each of them. “Not to another bar, home. Is that understood?”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Just let go of my hand you freaky bitch.” Zach really needed to learn a little respect.

“Conner?” I asked, pushing Zach’s arm back just a little more.

“Fuck! Tell her okay Conner, she’s breaking my fucking arm!”

“Fine.” Conner said as he stood.

I let go of Zach and he straightened up and pulled his shirt down.

“Bitches!” I heard him growl as him and his brother walked toward the exit.

The Order of Chaos



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All Leah Wolfe wants to do is master her ability to speak with the souls of the dead, protect her beloved town, and forget about the two men who betrayed her. But with the leader of the vampire council on his way to town and the threat of Chaos hanging over the heads of everyone she loves, getting what she wants may not be as easy as she thought.




He turned me around and melted me with a look that skimmed me from the top of my head to the toes of the stiletto heels that I still wore. I started to kick the shoes off but he stopped me. “Leave those on.” His voice grew deeper, sultry.

I did a little spin that would make any runway model proud. He grabbed me and tossed me onto the bed while we laughed. “Yes, definitely keep the shoes on.”

“You owe me.” I reminded him.

He stripped off my jeans and flipped me onto my stomach. He began caressing my neck, my shoulders, then further south; alternating between gentle sweeps of his hands and a firmer kneading motion that sprang Goosebumps from my body. I felt the bra strap come undone before his hands slid to the flimsy piece of elastic of my panties. His fingers trailed them down my legs until he removed them completely. Then those magic fingers began caressing their way up my legs, teasing the tender skin on the back of my knees and inner thighs. I heard the Velcro of my holster tear away and felt the weight of my pistol lift off my waist. “Nightstand.” He murmured knowing that I felt more secure if I knew where my weapons were. Then his mouth blazed molten lava on my thighs and I forgot all about weapons.





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Leah Wolfe has retired from serious police work in favor of seeking a normal life. Her unique, yet not fully discovered supernatural abilities allow her to speak to the souls of the dead, providing vital information in the search for their killers. Her abilities have also cost her almost everyone she has ever loved including her mother, who abandoned her to fend for herself on the streets, and, most recently, her ex-fiancé Joaquín Wildhorse, Chief Detective of the Native American Reservation Police Department. But when Joaquín’s new lover is found brutally murdered on the reservation, he turns to Leah for help. The hunt for a vicious killer leads Leah to sexy Ian Nightwalker and Leah is unable to walk away from the case that may cost her her most guarded possession of all. Her heart.


Ian took my hand and led me to a glass-enclosed atrium. Stars glittered above me through the glass ceiling and the desert outside was backdropped by the mountain range. A jetted spa that trickled a waterfall into a large swimming pool illuminated the room. Palm trees surrounded the edge of the spa providing privacy. Wow.

“It’s like an oasis in the desert.” I spoke softly so as not to disturb the natural peace in the room. Like talking in a library.

Ian walked over to a large stone bench and sat down. He pulled his shirt over his head revealing his pale skin and muscles hidden beneath. I silently gasped and felt a wave of desire heat my body. Each muscle flexed and tensed as he moved to kick off his boots then pulled his socks over his feet. As he bent and exposed his back I couldn’t help but admire the breadth of his broad shoulders, my eyes following his spine down to his narrowing back and waist. His wavy black hair fell over his face and I was left with a view of his neck. I had the sudden urge to run my tongue along his exposed neckline to his kissable mouth. I wanted to run my hands over the strong shoulders and let them slowly caress a path down his chest and along the expanse of his stomach tracing the trail of soft, dark hair that led from his naval and disappeared under the denim of his jeans. I wanted to feel his hands fist in my hair as I explored his body.

I shook myself out of the thought.

My face blazed red as I saw Ian’s eyes bored into mine, the look of passion on his face that a man gets when knows your interested in more than just conversation.

Sneak Peek at Forget-Me-Not

I’ve been quiet for a while but I have a good reason, and here is a sneak peek of it.

Her life depends on a man she can’t remember. 

His future depends on a woman he can’t forget. 

Sarah Hall had everything she wanted in life. A man who loved her, a job she enjoyed and the joyful memories her deceased parent’s had left her with.

But when her world comes crumbling around her and even her memories are stolen, will she have the strength to recall her past to save her future.


Jake Porter knew he loved Sarah the moment he saw her. All he had to do was convince her.

Both of their lives changed the moment he found her, near death, on the floor of his construction warehouse.

Now protecting her was his only priority. Yet when her past catches up with her and everything is at stake, will his love be enough to save them?