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With Blame it on the Bass’s Release Today…

…let’s take a look at the connected worlds of my books, shall we?

The Connected Worlds of My Contemporary Books

Can they mend his broken heart?

Heart of Fame, Book 6

After a horrific accident robs rock legend Levi Levistan and his long-time partner, Corbin, of their dream of becoming parents, Levi is lost in a sea of grief. Until he runs into an old high school flame and their chemistry reignites.

Corbin Smith is intent on bridging the chasm between their hearts. But witnessing his lover’s steamy onstage kiss with a woman jolts him to the core with sexual arousal. And he realizes the key to their healing is standing in Levi’s arms.

As an erotic romance editor, nothing much unsettles Sonja Stone. She’s not even surprised at her body’s powerful reaction to Levi’s kiss. But when Corbin approaches them, eyes smoldering with hunger, his suggestion shakes her to the core.

Sensing their unspoken wounds, Sonja agrees to take a chance on a threesome. Their union is explosively perfect, but something is holding Levi back from sealing their searing emotional connection. Something that could destroy their love once and for all…


Product Warnings

This book contains angst, torment, sarcasm, humour, scorching m/m sex, searing m/f sex and explosive m/m/f sex. And a memory of a horrific past that may disturb some readers.

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An Exclusive Snippet from Blame it on the Bass

Blame it on the Bass releases Tuesday, 15th April (the day after my birthday! Yay!!) To whet your appetite, here’s a little snippet. Enjoy…

Sonja laughed, a relaxed snort Levi remembered well. “That’s one way of putting it.” Slouching back in her seat, she studied Corbin with open curiousity. “You know, you’re the first person I’ve met who doesn’t get all flustered and prudishly embarrassed when I tell them what my job is.”

Corbin shrugged. “You’ve read the screenplay for Occasional. I’m not adverse to writing detailed sex. Mind you, that scene didn’t make it onto the screen for some reason.”

“That scene made me as horny as all hell,” Sonja declared.

“Why, thank you.” Corbin nodded his head with a smirk, even as he shifted on the seat. His thigh brushed Levi’s and a searing current of want stabbed deep into Levi’s groin.

God, it would be so easy to flatten Corbin to the bench and make love to his gorgeous mouth with his tongue right now.

The desirous thought—raw and powerful—stole Levi’s breath. He stiffened on the seat. Ground his teeth together.

Beside him, Corbin moved his leg away. Because he’d felt Levi’s discomfort and misread it?

With a low growl at the absence of Corbin’s heat on his thigh, Levi reached below the table, dug his fingers into Corbin’s leg—high, right next to the bulge of his scrotum—and pulled it back.

His lover’s shaky exhalation told Levi he was just as unsettled as Levi was. Would he be as hard as well? Because holy fuck, Levi’s cock was a steel pole right now. Hard, engorged and trapped at a painful angle within the snug denim crotch of his jeans.

He swallowed, closed his eyes and opened them again, forcing himself to focus on Sonja. Who watched him with contemplative interest.

“You’re more than welcome, Corbin,” she said. “Thank you for writing it. There’s nothing I like more than a well-written f—”

“Here’s your appetizer.” A large bowl of steaming chips smothered in melted cheese appeared on the table, the waitress delivering them running an evocative inspection over Levi before smiling at Corbin. “Sake is on the way.”

She gave Levi another smoldering look—the kind that said, “I will let you do whatever you want to me”—and then walked away.

“And there it is.” Sonja reached forward, plucked a chip from the bowl and raised it high to stretch out the tendril of yellow cheese clinging to its tip. “The invisibility cloak that comes with sharing space with celebrities.” She flicked Levi a knowing grin. “The same thing used to happen when we dated, if I remember correctly. I’d follow you to a gig, you’d play, we’d be hanging out after and the girls would come throw themselves at you as if I weren’t there.”

“You’ve experienced that as well?” Corbin snagged a chip from the pile, giving Levi a sideways smirk. “I’ve lost count how many times I’ve had to point out I’m with Levi when we’re out and about. Especially at post-award ceremony parties. There’s something about those parties that makes women—and a lot of guys, to be honest—forget social etiquette dictates they wait until the boyfriend is out of ear shot before offering their bodies as objects of sexual slavery.”

The pit of Levi’s gut clenched. His balls tightened. He slid his stare to his lover, letting his lips pull into a slow smile as he smoothed his palm up Corbin’s thigh and cupped the rigid bulge in his trousers. “You know a good sexual slave is hard to find, right?”

A hitching groan fell from Corbin’s throat. His stare locked on Levi’s.

For a straining moment, silence enveloped them.

And then their waitress returned with a large black jug of sake and three white china cups, shattering the tension.

Levi jerked his hand from Corbin’s groin, his blood roaring in his ears. Loud enough to damn near drown out the atrocious singing coming from the karaoke stage a few feet away. God, someone was really murdering Bon Jovi.

“Here’s to living on a prayer,” Corbin murmured, raising the small sake-filled cup closest to him in mocking toast. “Well-written fucking and sexual slavery.”

He placed the china cup to his lips and threw back his head, downing the wine in one mouthful.

“Best toast ever,” Sonja chuckled, lifting her own cup to her lips.

Her gaze met Levi’s across the table, held it for a heartbeat and then she too swallowed the sake in a single gulp.

The tight need thrumming through Levi’s body intensified. He drew a slow breath, reached for the last cup and held it aloft. “To being alive.”

Without looking for either Sonja’s or Corbin’s reaction, he closed his eyes and drained his cup.

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Will she make them, or break them?

Heart of Fame, Book 6

After a horrific accident robs rock legend Levi Levistan and his long-time partner, Corbin, of their dream of becoming parents, Levi is lost in a sea of grief. Until he runs into an old high school flame and their chemistry reignites.

Corbin Smith is intent on bridging the chasm between their hearts. But witnessing his lover’s steamy onstage kiss with a woman jolts him to the core with sexual arousal. And he realizes the key to their healing is standing in Levi’s arms.

As an erotic romance editor, nothing much unsettles Sonja Stone. She’s not even surprised at her body’s powerful reaction to Levi’s kiss. But when Corbin approaches them, eyes smoldering with hunger, his suggestion shakes her to the core.

Sensing their unspoken wounds, Sonja agrees to take a chance on a threesome. Their union is explosively perfect, but something is holding Levi back from sealing their searing emotional connection. Something that could destroy their love once and for all…


Product Warnings

This book contains angst, torment, sarcasm, humour, scorching m/m sex, searing m/f sex and explosive m/m/f sex. And a memory of a horrific past that may disturb some readers.

Incredible News!! Love’s Rhythm to be Made into a Movie!!

Can you believe it? I’ve been wanting to tell you all for a while now, but had to bite my tongue, but today I finally got the go-ahead to reveal the exciting news.

Love’s Rhythm will be turned into a film, directed by Richard Curtis, the same guy who directed Love Actually. I am sooo excited. More details to come as I discover them myself, but wow…what a way to start April, eh?

 

Eh?

 

 

Eh?

 

 

 

To start April?

 

Hee hee hee.

 

 

How About A Sneak Peek At My Current WIP?

Totally unedited, straight from my brain to you?

Ready?

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Holy crap, he had a nice back.

And nice shoulders.

And arms.

And come to think of it, his hips were damn fine as well. In fact, there wasn’t anything that didn’t fall into the delicious-eye-candy basket about him. Well, not that she could see. Of course, she hadn’t seen the front yet, only the back. She’d been drooling over the sublimely sexy back view ever since she’d caught up to him at the foot of the stairs on the last level of the Tornado Whirl. The beads of water already on his smooth, bronzed skin, glistening in the San Diego summer sun, only emphasized how goddamn sexy that back view was.

All toned and sculpted and yummy.

God, what would it be like to feel his muscles under her fingers?

A hard jolt from behind knocked Miranda Wilson off-balance. She shot a look over her shoulder, grabbing at the railing to steady herself as she fixed her nephew—thirteen going on twenty-one with all the makings of a frat boy ringleader—with an exasperated grin. “Okay, Chuckles, I get you’re impatient, but can you lay off the body slams for a while? We’re almost at the top and I can’t go any further forward.”

Charles, AKA Chuck, AKA Chuckles, smirked, flicking a pointed look at Mr. Back-Like-A-God’s back. “But you want to, right? I was just trying to help. Make you move forward, that is.”

Miranda, AKA Randi to just about everyone who knew her except her mother, cocked an eyebrow at her well-meaning but highly inappropriate nephew. “Keep that up, Chuck, and I’ll toss you over the side.” She leaned toward the steep mesh separating the top level of the waterslide’s walkway from the view of the ground a good XXXX feet below, giving him a smirk of her own. “And I don’t think you’ll bounce.”

Charles rolled his eyes and shoved at her shoulder a little, enough to make her panic about her boob’s containment in the skimpy triangle of black material calling itself a bikini top. “Hurry up, Aunt Randi. Get your move on.”

Surreptitiously checking her cleavage was still PG13, Randi turned back to face the direction of the Tornado Whirl’s starting point.

And got an eyeful of Mr. Back-Like-A-God’s sublimely incredible thighs and calves as—a few feet further up the walkway—he climbed the last stair.

She stared at them for a heartbeat, imagining how amazing they’d feel framing hers on a bed, his hands pinning her wrists to the bed as he gazed down into her face with eyes she hadn’t seen yet, his body sliding over hers, his skin wet—not with water from the water park’s most popular slide, but from perspiration. Perspiration from the hours and hours of wild, unrestrained sex they’d been having.

Her pussy contracted.

Just as the guy with the incredible back, shoulders, arms, hips, thighs and calves turned slightly sideways, positioning himself at the mouth of the slide, one foot on its rim, one hand gripping the handle overhead.

Revealing to Randi a full-body profile just as exquisitely sexy as his back.

Along with the small child no more than nine grinning up at him from the directly in front of him, her hand firmly clasped in his, her strawberry-blonde hair a mass of wet ringlets streaming down her small back.

Randi let out a grunt. That would be right. All the sexy ones were already taken. So much for that wholly unwholesome fantasy.

“Don’t be scared, Daddy,” the little girl instructed Mr. Back-Like-A-God.

Randi heard her fantasy guy chuckle. Goddamn it, even his laugh was sexy. What the hell? “Doing my best, hon,” he answered.

Randi couldn’t help herself. She groaned. His voice…oh God, his voice was sexier than his laugh.

She stared up at them both, the Adonis-like man and his pixie-like daughter, and cursed the second she’d agreed to tag along with her brother and his family to the Wet n Wild water park.

This is what she got for putting her studies ahead of her social life. If she’d actually had sex in the last six months instead of focussig on her Masters degree she wouldn’t be lusting after a man way off-limits on a waterslide far too scary for her own adventure limits.

Damn it. She really needed to—

“Hurry up, Randi.” Chuck nudged her in the back. “You’re next.”

She stumbled forward, whacking her knee on the last step. White-hot pain shot up her thigh and down her shin. “Shit,” she burst out, a second before slapping her hand over her mouth and looking up at the man perched at the mouth of the slide not four feet away.

His gaze connected with hers, an expression of disapproval falling over a face so goddamn gorgeous Ryan Gosling would have been jealous, before he placed his hand on his daughter’s shoulder and turned away. “C’mon, hon,” he said, presenting Randi his delicious back again as he guided her into the mouth of the slide. “Our turn.”

The little girl gave Randi a little grin before disappearing behind her father’s torso.

“On the green light,” the slide’s attendant—who looked no older than Chuck, in Randi’s opinion, said to the man and his daughter, “you pull yourself forward. Make sure you hold her the whole way down, sir.”

Randi watched her misguided sexual fantasy nod once. “On the green light.” His shoulders bunched as he slid his…

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