Well, I’m on my annual pilgrimage to Texas! I’m sitting here looking out
at a glorious Texas afternoon, the sun blazing down on the ranches and
vineyards, fluffy clouds in the sky and it’s all good!
Next week, I’ll go to Dallas and look around a bit, before the RT
Convention. I’m so excited about RT, but I am every year! If you’re near
Dallas, or if you’re coming to RT, come and see me there! I’m at the Convention
and the Round Up, and I’m there to chat!
Texas is so different to what I’m used to. The same but different. Slightly
different terms, all those trucks and pickups on the roads, small farms and
huge, huge ranches. And the bikers, of course, sporting lots of hair and a “What
are you looking at?” attitude.
I’m in the German part of Texas, visiting places like Fredericksburg and
Luchenbach. The bakeries are a sore temptation, of course!
But I’m still writing, and getting a little work done. This month I have
another reprint to offer you, this time it’s the last Department 57 book,
Diamonds of Ice. A male Sorcerer has to find his way in the world after he is
deprived of his powers. He finds a vampire, but a very unusual one! “Diamonds
of Ice” is set in the world of London advertising agencies, a world I used to
work in several moons ago.
Look for the first in a new series, “Agents of CAT,” coming out soon. This
is a brand new, never seen before book, and it’s a contemporary paranormal. I am
so excited about this book, I can’t tell you! I’ll be able to show you the
cover soon, but I’ve seen a preview and it’s fabulous!
The anniversary of the Battle of Waterloo is getting closer, and
preparations for the two novellas from me to commemorate the event are inching
nearer. Two very different sets of heroes and heroines are preparing for their
entrance to your hearts. The first is a surgeon, and his lady is an assistant,
the only one who can do her work without flinching. The second is about an
officer called “Lucky” by his men and the Duke of Wellington, but the last
thing he feels is lucky, and the wife he left behind when he went to battle. They
barely know each other, and yet they are supposed to get together and make an
heir. I love marriage of convenience stories!
Then the month after, sees the next Emperors of London historical
romance. I am really pleased with the way this series is turning out, and with
the readers’ enthusiasm for the series. Thank you from the bottom of my heart
for helping to make this series a success!
I’ll be on Twitter and Facebook as much as I can during RT, so please
keep in touch.
See you next month!
Extract and New Release – Diamonds of Ice
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Sorcerer Fabrice Germain lost his
Talent when he was assaulted, but he still has his job. Relocating to London
seems like the answer, and then he meets Gemma, who works for his rival. She’s
a vampire. That’s two reasons to avoid her, but Fabrice and Gemma still end up
scorching the sheets one Saturday night.
Then the world goes to hell. Fabrice ends a weekend of passion and tragedy as a
converted Talent – a vampire now, like Gemma. One who has sworn to avenge two
murders, and is back as an agent with Department 57. After that, he’s happy to
die.
Except there’s Gemma. Fabrice really wants Gemma.
Gemma doesn’t want Fabrice to surrender to the blood phobia that threatens to
take his life. She wants him for longer than a night–in fact she thinks she
might never get enough of him. When they’ve caught the murderers, what is there
to stop him starving to death? Only her.
Extract
Fabrice looked down
at the screen of his cell phone. “It’s okay. Don’t worry. I’ll get a minicab.”
“It’s Friday
night,” she pointed out. “You won’t find one for hours.”
He looked up.
“You’re right, but I don’t want you to do anything you feel uncomfortable with.
I can manage. I’ve enjoyed this evening. I don’t want to spoil it.”
“But?”
“But…” He breathed
and, as if he couldn’t bear it any longer, shoved his phone in his pocket and
took her in his arms. It felt good, so good—his hard body under the luxury
fabrics surrounding her, male heat. Instinctively she lifted her face and met
his eyes, still brilliant blue in the dim light. “I’m ready.”
They had to have a
physical connection for her to flash them, she recalled, quelling her pang of
disappointment at her first assumption that he wanted to kiss her. She entered
his mind and saw the flat, small and crowded, a table under the window covered
in books and a closed laptop, a cheap bookcase crammed with paperbacks and
hardbacks, a rug in the center of a tiled floor, and a big bed covered with a
plain cream throw. She concentrated on the rug and flashed.
They arrived in a
flurry of movement, still clasped together. It would be polite to break apart
at that point. But he didn’t let her go. Instead he drew her closer so her
breasts crushed against the hard planes of his chest, and he brought his mouth
down to hers.
A good-night kiss.
Okay, she could do that.
It went on a bit
longer than usual for a good-night kiss. A lot longer. She heard a thump as something soft hit the floor.
Then his embrace tightened around her. Slowly he lifted his head. “We shouldn’t
be doing this.”
“No, we shouldn’t.”
“You don’t sound
sure.” When she said nothing, he continued. “I’m sure I want you, Gemma, but I
don’t want you to regret anything. I won’t.”
“So we have to
agree not to talk about work?”
“Honey, I don’t
give a fuck about work. As far as I know, we’re only rivals on one account, and
that’s over now. The decision’s up to the client.” He swallowed. “But whatever
you decide about us, make it quick. Please. I’m dying here.”
She wriggled her
hips provocatively against him, letting the delicious heaviness of his erection
push against her stomach. Too much. “I
can’t resist either.” This might get him out of her system so she could
relegate him to a pleasant memory and get on with her life. Yeah. Sure it
would.
Laughing, he swept
her up and took the two steps to the large bed that dominated the room. As she
landed on the mattress, bouncing, she laughed too. What a great way to finish a
tough week.
He smiled and let
himself fall on top of her, but caught most of his weight on his arms. He was
in shirtsleeves, and she realized the gentle thump earlier must have been his
leather jacket falling to the floor. He lowered his head to take her lips, but
where she had expected passion, she received tenderness. He kissed her gently,
his lips just caressing hers as though they had all the time in the world for
just one kiss. She curled her arms up around his head, sliding her fingers into
his hair, feeling the silky texture in the sensitive notches between her knuckles.
Nothing had ever felt so fucking good before.
When she opened her
mouth to him, he took his time, running his tongue around just inside her lips,
exploring an area she never knew could feel so sensitive. He touched her,
smoothing his hands up to rest under her arms, at the sides of her breasts, and
where another man might have taken instant possession, he stroked gently. Then
he entered her mouth with one deep penetration of his tongue, and she gasped,
taken so high she felt the damp warmth between her thighs increase. She lifted
her legs, running the sensitive inner surfaces along the fabric of his pants.
He finished the
kiss and lifted, looking down at her. “Much as I like you in this top, it’s
time for it to go.”
Her breath in her
throat, she sat up just enough to let him grasp the hem of the silk and draw it
over her head. The top prevented her from seeing his expression at her
lightweight, lacy bra, but she heard his gasp and his low groan. When he
cleared her head and cast her top aside, she brought her hands down to his
shirt and began to unbutton it. Each revealed portion of tanned skin came as a
new revelation, another step in their journey to paradise.
The scant hair on
his chest was, like his brows, a midbrown, softly curling, softening the hard
muscles set into relief by his pose, arms supporting his body so he didn’t
squash her. Perversely she wondered what it would feel like to support his
entire weight. It would feel wonderful, she just knew it.
