BREAKING CHAINS RELEASE! Another EXCERPT. And another RELEASE IN JULY!!
It's MAY13th and the 8th full-length book in my SEAL Team Heartbreakers series, Breaking Chains, is out!! I'm really excited about the book and am hoping all my readers are too. It is the culmination of 7 other full-length books and 2 novellas. But it won't be the last book in the SEAL Team Heartbreakers series. I have another SEAL team I introduced in Building Ties and they're going to be busy in the next book. I'll keep you posted.
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JULY 2ND my second SEALS IN PARADISE book HOT SEAL, Roman Nights will be released.
I'll be putting out more information about it later. But in the meantime here's the cover and the blurb:
--> On leave after a difficult mission, Navy SEAL Tony Gallo steps off the plane in Rome and tumbles right into the arms of the woman who dumped him nine years ago, and they're both there for family events. He discovers Darcy's attending the wedding they planned but never had, but now it's someone else's.
Darcy Moreau is traveling for the first time and fulfilling a dream. She's in Rome to be her best friend's Maid of Honor. But she's also there to bury the past and start a new life.
When she and Tony meet again, she wonders if the past might not be such a bad thing if her future can include the man she left behind. But can she make amends and convince him to give her another chance?
HOT SEAL, Roman Nights is available for preorder and will be released JULY 2nd!!
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Ex-Navy SEAL Derrick Armstrong walks out of the Miramar military
brig with a dishonorable discharge, a criminal record, and no prospects. The
odds are against him being able to build a normal life after prison, but his
training as a SEAL keeps him going.
Ella Bailey is struggling financially to raise her
seven-year-old son alone. Life has dealt her some hard blows and when Derrick
steps between her and another one, she’s both grateful and wary. She views men
as obstacles to avoid, but she’s drawn to Derrick, and sees something special
in him.
Derrick’s kept his past a secret. When Ella’s ex-boss is
found dead and the cops question them both, he realizes, whether he’s done
anything or not, he’s living on borrowed time. When they train their sights on
Ella instead, he moves to protect her, and in the process exposes his past.
Will she kick him to the curb or will she allow him to build
a life with her and her son?
AN EXCERPT:
“Davis Morgan,” he extended his hand.
Ella studied his weathered face a moment before offering
hers in return. “Ella Bailey.”
“Come back and talk to me for a few minutes. I’d like to
take some quick shots of you.”
“I don’t think I’m model material, Mr. Morgan.”
He studied her a moment, his gaze speculative. “I bet you
are, and I know the camera is going to love you.”
Ella glanced at the receptionist, then back at him.
“Give it a try,” the receptionist urged. “What have you got
to lose?”
That’s what she was wondering.
Davis motioned for her to precede him down the hall. With
him at her back, her heart hammered in her throat and her breathing was shaky.
She paused by the open office door.
“I promise it’s completely painless, and if you don’t like
the photos, I’ll delete them.”
She should have done more research into the company. She
should have looked up the owner and all their photographers. She walked into
the office and went directly to one of the photographs on the wall. The actress
looked into the camera, a lush, furry top pulled up to cover her breasts,
leaving her shoulders bare. She’d seen that shot at the grocery store four
months ago on a national magazine. The only way he could have blown it up like
this was if he’d taken it himself.
Some of her anxiety eased. What was she being so damn skittish
about? This guy was a professional, she could see that. And this office wasn’t
some backroom porn set.
She drew a deep, cleansing breath and turned to face him.
“Spectacular shot.”
“Thanks.”
“What do you do for a living?” he asked. He crossed the room
and reached for a camera on a glass shelf behind his desk.
“I tend bar.”
“Where?”
She’d be honest with him. It might help her land a gig.
“Nowhere right now. I lost my job a couple of days ago. I saw the
advertisements about models on the net and thought…maybe I could do it.”
“But you almost left.”
“I’m not blond, tall, and drop-dead gorgeous.”
“You’re not blond and tall, but I’d argue the latter.” He
shoved a battery into the camera, checked something else, then took the lens
cap off. “Go ahead and look around the room.” She heard the click of the camera
as she went to the shelves to look at the cameras there.
“How long have you been doing this?” she asked.
“Twenty years.”
She turned to look at him, and he took her picture. She
looked down, embarrassed. “I haven’t had my picture taken since my last
driver’s license photo.”
“A lot of people have a phobia about having their picture
taken.”
She must be one of them. She felt naked every time he pushed
the button. “Why do you think that is?”
“I think they’re afraid the camera might pick up more about
them than they want people to know.”
That could be true. Could he see her desperation for a job?
“I don’t have to take my clothes off for this gig, do I?”
He lowered the camera. “No. You’ll be wearing the clothing
we choose for you.”
“Good.” Some of her tension drained away and she finally
relaxed enough to smile.
He raised the camera again and caught the shot.
“What would the hours be?”
“That would be determined by the shooting location. The
beach, the mountains, the desert, inside a car, inside a building.”
“I have a son. He’s seven. I’d have to know ahead of time so
I could make arrangements for him.” Patsy could pick him up after school.
“Is it just the two of you?”
“Yes.” Me and him against the world. She studied Morgan’s
face for any hint of subterfuge. She couldn’t be too careful.
He snapped her picture. “You don’t look old enough to have a
seven-year-old.”
“I was young.”
“Have you trained as a dancer?”
“When I was younger and through high school.” She should
tell him about the stripping. If they found out later it could cost her the
job. If she told him, it could cost her the job now.
“You still walk and stand like a dancer. What made you give
it up?”
“I had my son, and my priority was him. It still is.”
“That’s understandable.”
“Do you dance for pleasure?”
“Sometimes.” Rarely. After stripping, the pleasure had gone
out of it for her.
“Walking the runway is like a dance. You dance up the runway
then back down.”
“I didn’t realize I was applying for runway work.”
“We don’t really specialize in that, though I have
photographed the shows for publications. But if you get an agent, you could do
that. You have the build for it.”
An agent?
He kept up the conversational style of the meeting, pumping
her for information about herself. Some questions she could be honest about and
others she deflected.
Eager to end the interview, she dropped into one of the
chairs in front of his desk. Morgan extracted the digital card from the camera
and placed it on the desk. He took a seat behind it, slid the laptop on the
desk close to her, pushed the card into the drive and hit a few keys.
He picked up the computer and came around the desk to sit
down beside her. “Let’s look at these together.”
Her stomach cramped and her nerves revved up again. She
clamped her hands between her knees.
The first shot was her in profile. She was surprised by the
clarity of the image. Her normally sharp-edged cheekbones only looked like
cheekbones. She was looking up and her eyelashes looked longer somehow.
“You’re looking at it with a critical eye of someone who
looks in the mirror every day. I’m looking at it as a marketable image I can
shop around and sell to a magazine or corporation. But with a little more
makeup this could be a cosmetic ad. We do quite a few of those, and the models
they choose get free samples. And are paid very well.”
“We also take photos that can be used to illustrate magazine
articles. If it’s for a nursing home, you’d be visiting your grandmother,
smiling down at her with sincere affection.” He hit the key to progress the
photos to the one where she was smiling. “Or a restaurant ad, where you’re
enjoying a meal. Just another customer visiting the location. But even in
those, they want attractive people, because attractive people sell their
product.”
“So, I’d be doing mostly this kind of thing?”
“Yes, unless you want to do more commercial work. You have
an Audrey Hepburn look and poise about you, so I know they’d be very interested
in you. But you’d have to invest in some headshots.”
Would any of the men who’d seen her strip recognize her in
any of those photos? The thought grabbed her by the throat.
How many would be looking at ads in magazines? That thought
almost made her smile. She couldn’t picture the kind of clientele she’d served
or danced for cracking a newspaper, let alone a magazine. Maybe Sports
Illustrated or Popular Mechanics, but nothing like
he was talking about.
She looked up into his face. “Why are you giving me the full
court press?”
“Because you have the look. My receptionist recognized it.
She’s been at this for a while, not as long as I have, but long enough. She
texted me as soon as you sat down to fill out the application.”
Ella pushed free of the chair and went to the window to look
out. He seemed straightforward, professional. “Okay. I’ll give it a try. When
and where?”
“Tomorrow. Here. Nine a.m. We’ll be doing some preliminary
shots before we change location to a restaurant in Old Town.”
She nodded and picked up the small purse she’d left lying on
the edge of his desk.
“There’s just one other thing.”
She looked up.
“It’s none of my business, but who left those bruises on
you?”
She fought the urge to touch her neck, but her cheeks
burned. “My ex-boss. That’s why I no longer work for him. He made a pass, and I
dealt with it, but it cost me my job.”
Davis’s jaw tensed. “I hope you’re pressing charges. I can
guarantee no one will be harassing you here.”
“I appreciate that.” She met his eyes with a short nod so
he’d know she meant it. “Thanks.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow at nine.”
His voice followed her down the hall. “Sign the paperwork
before you leave.”
“I will.” She pivoted and took two steps backward. “Thanks.”
Angela, the receptionist, smiled as she extended the form.
“I think you’ll like working here. Mr. Morgan is very talented.”
Yes, he was.
She made it back to the car before a fresh wave of anxiety
hit and she leaned back against the quarter panel. That was way too easy. She
wasn’t used to easy. Something would happen to spoil it. Something always did.
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JULY 2ND my second SEALS IN PARADISE book HOT SEAL, Roman Nights will be released.
I'll be putting out more information about it later. But in the meantime here's the cover and the blurb:
--> On leave after a difficult mission, Navy SEAL Tony Gallo steps off the plane in Rome and tumbles right into the arms of the woman who dumped him nine years ago, and they're both there for family events. He discovers Darcy's attending the wedding they planned but never had, but now it's someone else's.
Darcy Moreau is traveling for the first time and fulfilling a dream. She's in Rome to be her best friend's Maid of Honor. But she's also there to bury the past and start a new life.
When she and Tony meet again, she wonders if the past might not be such a bad thing if her future can include the man she left behind. But can she make amends and convince him to give her another chance?
HOT SEAL, Roman Nights is available for preorder and will be released JULY 2nd!!
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AND ANOTHER BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!!
I'll be in Washington DC for KALLYPSO CON this year. If you want info about the conference you can go to Kally's site. http://kallypsomasters.com/kallypsocon-2019/
I'll be in Washington DC for KALLYPSO CON this year. If you want info about the conference you can go to Kally's site. http://kallypsomasters.com/kallypsocon-2019/
Conference Date
June 20-23, 2019
Book Signing
June 22, 2019
June 22, 2019
The booksigning is open to the public!
I'd love to see you there!!!
READ ON!
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