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Sneak peek into the sequel to Me, Cinderella?

Hey everybody, I’ve been busy writing! Here’s a little sneak peek into the sequel to Me, Cinderella? which should be finished in the next month or two.


Snow covered the trees and made them silent, the sun filtering through the branches thinly to the frosted ground. The only sound in my dream was the call of a bird echoing through the forest. It faded away. I heard a branch break and turned around, but there was nothing there.

I looked down and saw my shadow, the tracks from where my shoes had marked the ground coming through the woords. Footsteps in the snow do not leave a permanent trail, I thought to myself, no more than breadcrumbs. Eliot would not be able to follow me.

A chill ran through my arms and I rubbed my finger against my palms to warm them. I looked down again and there was another shadow, bigger than mine, from something just behind me. I tried to spin around but I was frozen in place. In dreams, that is always the most frightening part—not being able to control your own body. Not being able to move a muscle, your limbs sluggish and limp, your whole being aching to move but not being able to.

As I watched the shadow grow larger, the entire forest seemed to darken. The footsteps I had left began to turn darker, and I realized that they were full of blood, blood that seeped up from the ground and overflowed, turning into a stream that ran scarlet over my feet. I felt the blood soaking into my shoes, and then I heard my mother scream.


It was her voice, it was the thing I remembered most clearly. Her voice that always used to tell me stories and sing me to sleep.


From behind me, a hand grabbed my arm, and I shrieked. My arms lashed out at the dark figure above me.

“Brynn,” Eliot said. His shirt was undone, his hair tousled. His hand wrapped around my wrist, holding it gently but firmly.

Ahhh!” I cried.

“You had a nightmare. It’s okay,” he said.

“Eliot? Eliot?” My thoughts were a jumble. At first my instinct was to flee away, into the woods, but then I blinked and I was back in the dim light of my room, the canopied bed over me.

“I heard you cry out,” he said. “I was working in the study. Are you alright?”

I sobbed as he pulled me against his chest to soothe me. My nightshirt was soaked in sweat, and even in the summer heat I felt the chill of the snow in my dream.

“It was her,” I said. “He got my mom. He got her again. And I couldn’t see anything, not even who it was.”

“Shhh,” Eliot said, pressing kisses top my head. His lips were as light as sparrows. “It’s okay now. I’m here. I’m with you.”

“I don’t want to dream again,” I said. He rocked me slightly as I murmured the words against his bare chest. “I don’t ever want to have those dreams. I want it all to go away.”

“It will,” Eliot said consolingly. “It just takes time. It will always take time for things to go back to normal.”

“Let me sleep with you,” I blurted out. “I mean, in your bed.”

Eliot seemed taken aback.

“Of—of course,” he said. “I just thought you needed your space.”

“I’m scared,” I said. I felt foolish, stupid. Like a small child, needing to be comforted. I hated this feeling. I wanted to be strong, like the goddesses of legend. I wanted to be independent. I didn’t want to have to lean on anyone for comfort. But here I was, leaning against Eliot yet again. He was always my savior.

“Anything you want,” Eliot said. He brought my hands up to his lips, kissed my fingers. “You’re my princess, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “And you’re my prince.”


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It’s Almost Here… (Sneak Preview)

My new novel Me, Cinderella? is on its way…


Sneak peek into the first chapter…

I bent down to pick up the nickels and got my first lucky break of the night. Right next to my shoe was a five dollar bill, just sitting on the floor! I picked it up reverently and looked around to see if there was anybody who might have dropped it, but the café was empty apart from me and the barista. She coughed and shifted her weight onto her back foot, evidently irritated at waiting for me to get my act together.

Five dollars! Five whole dollars! This was a windfall I couldn’t squander. I looked up at the café menu, my mouth watering at the possibilities. I had gotten into the habit of skipping dinner, but maybe today I could splurge and get a bagel. My stomach growled at the possibility. But no, I should wait and buy bagels at the store. Everything was overpriced here except the coffee.

I scanned the menu again and resigned myself to just the caffeine injection. It was enough to know that I could buy something if I wanted to. My eye wandered to the café window. The man was still sitting on the bench, as still as a statue. I could see his breath coming out in small white puffs, and for some reason my heart wrenched in my chest.

“Two coffees,” I said impulsively, handing the five dollar bill over to the barista. My hands trembled slightly as I picked up the cups. What was I doing?

I pushed open the door with my shoulder bravely and exited the warm cafe, one coffee in each hand. For an instant I wavered. What if he didn’t want it? What if he thought I was a weirdo? I set my shoulders and walked over to him. He must be freezing, sitting out in the cold.

“Here,” I said, offering him the steaming cup and putting on my most well-meaning smile. He looked up at me and my breath caught in my throat.

A scar ran down the right side of his cheek, the white seam visible all the way from his hairline to his chin. That wasn’t what made me gasp, though. Dark frowning eyebrows framed his piercing blue eyes and a shock of almost-black hair threatened to escape from under his wool cap. He was younger than I thought when I walked past him, probably less than ten years older than me. And handsome. I gulped.

He must have thought my reaction was to his scar, for he immediately angled his face away from mine, the white seam disappearing from my view. A defensive expression rose up on his face, and he looked at me suspiciously, one brow slanted up.

“Um, I thought you might want something to drink…” My words trailed off lamely as I held out the coffee to him. I never could talk around handsome men. His expression softened and he reached out to take the proffered cup.

“Thank you,” he said. The slightly accented words came out low, growling even, and as he took the cup, his long fingers brushed against mine. Again my heart jumped in my chest and I pushed down the strange feeling that was twisting up inside of my body. You don’t know who this man is, Brynn. He could be a serial killer, for all you know.

“You’re welcome,” I said, quickly pulling my hand back and wrapping it around my own coffee. The warmth spread through my fingers, but it was nothing compared to the electric heat that I had felt touching his hand. After a moment he tilted his head up toward me, and I realized I had been standing there in silence, just watching him.

“Is there something I can do for you?” he said.


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Me, Cinderella?

For all of you wanting new stories, I’ve been hard at work on a novel that I’m releasing before July as part of the Insatiable Reads Book Tour. It’s called Me, Cinderella? and I’m very, VERY excited about it. For those of you who have read any of my Big Girl books, the story follows Shannon’s roommate Brynn all the way to Budapest. It’s almost done and I’m going to spend the next month editing like crazy. Eeek! Can you tell I’m excited? 😉



One kind deed can change your life forever…

Brynn Tomlin could never afford to follow her heart. But when she sees a stranger shivering in the snow outside of the college library, an inexplicable urge leads her to buy him a hot cup of coffee. It’s just a small act of kindness, a few words of conversation. Brynn should be focusing on her finals, after all, not on the man who looked up at her gratefully with piercing blue eyes.

He could have been anyone – a janitor on break, a graduate student, a bum. But the man standing outside in the cold turns out to be Dr. Eliot Herceg, one of the most brilliant minds in mathematics and heir to a fortune. After years of reclusive isolation, he now finds his heart awakening to the kind girl whose name he does not know.

Brynn has spent her life trying to forget her desires, and Eliot’s deep wounds have taken nearly a decade to heal. After so much hurt, will either of them be able to open their hearts again?

Sample Sunday! Upcoming Big Girl Book 4…

It’s sample Sunday in my world when I finish a scene! Check out my new BBW romance book in the Big Girl series:


“You can’t just quit school!”

“Why not?”

“Because you can’t!”

“That’s some very interesting logical reasoning you have there, Julian.” Shannon crossed her arms.

“Because if you quit, you’ll never get your degree.”

“I’ll just take a year off! Not even a year! A semester! Only one semester.”

“Look, I know how this happens,” Julian said. “You say that now, and then you’ll say it again next year—”

“Just because your mom didn’t go back to school doesn’t mean I won’t,” Shannon snapped.

Julian’s silent fuming filled the small room. Shannon’s suitcase lay on the bed, half-packed.

“You asked me to come with you,” Shannon said, her voice lowering dangerously. Her fury was beginning to match her disappointment.

“I want you to come,” Julian said. “But I wasn’t thinking. This is more important.”

“You don’t get to decide what’s more important!” Shannon threw a shirt across the room, where it hit the wall and fell softly to the floor.

“Well, that was anticlimactic,” Julian said matter-of-factly. “You should try a glass vase next time.”

“Straight at your dumb head.” Shannon plopped down next to her suitcase, tears filling her eyes.

Julian came over and wrapped his arms around her.

“Shannon, I’m sorry,” Julian said. “I wasn’t thinking when I opened my big mouth. But I don’t want you to quit school just to follow my stupid band around.”

“I’m going to tell Alex you called Wilder Side stupid,” Shannon said, wiping her eyes.

“Then he’ll kick me out of the band and nobody will get to go to Europe,” Julian teased. “Hey, hey. Shannon. Look at me.”

Shannon blinked hard. Julian reached up and brushed a lock of red hair behind her ear. His fingers tickled slightly, and she winced.

“Shannon, there is nobody I’d rather be with than you. But you said yourself that this was an important semester.”

It was true. Shannon had a big photography project due to her advisor by the end of the semester, the beginning of her senior thesis to outline, and a ton of other stuff to get done. But now Julian was going to be in Europe on tour with Wilder Side, her roommate Brynn was leaving to go to an internship in Budapest. Shannon had never felt so alone in her life. So abandoned.

“I don’t want you to go without me,” she said, tears spilling over her dark red lashes. “I don’t want to be apart.”

“We’ll still be touring when you go on break,” Julian said. “I’ll buy you tickets to fly out then. It’s not that long to wait.”

“It’s long enough.” Shannon knew Julian was right, but she didn’t have to like it.

“Then we’ll just have to make the most of our time before I leave.” Julian kissed the side of her neck and slid one hand along the bottom edge of her skirt, sending a thrill of excitement down Shannon’s body. God, he was incredibly sexy. She pretended to resist, leaning away as he moved to kiss her again.

“Oh, so it’s like that, huh?” Julian teased.

“Maybe,” Shannon said.

“Maybe I’ll just have to tie you up and take you anyway I want,” Julian said. A wide grin spread over his face. How could she be mad at him when he looked at her with such desire in his eyes?

“Maybe,” she said, wiggling happily as he clasped one arm tightly around her waist.

“Fine, then,” Julian said. He swept the suitcase to the floor with his free arm, sending her clothes flying everywhere.



Eeek, I love these characters! Okay, so I’m working on a novel at the same time, which means the new Big Girl book won’t be out for another week or two at least. But don’t worry – it’s coming! (and so is Shannon, haha)

If you haven’t checked it out already, the first book in this series is only $0.99 on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

Thanks for reading, and leave a review if you like the story – it helps me know what to write more of!

Sneak Peek at Big Girl 3: Rocking in the Sunshine

Coming…. very soon 🙂


“Sorry, emergency,” the guard said. “Can’t let anyone back here.”

“I’m with the band,” Shannon said, yelling so that the guard could hear her over the roar of the crowd. “What emergency?”

The guard shrugged and let her in. She saw Pat just inside the hallway.

“What’s happening?” she asked, breathless. “They said there was an emergency.”

“It’s a PR emergency,” the manager said, his forehead beaded with sweat. He was texting someone on his cell phone, his thumbs moving rapid-fire on the keys.

“Where’s Julian?”

“They’re all in Alex’s room,” Pat said, pointing his thumb back at the door marked Alex Wilder before going back to his texts. “You probably don’t want to go in there.”

“What? Why not?”

“It’s nothing. Alex is just a bit worked up.”

Something heavy crashed against the dressing room door from inside, and Shannon’s eyes widened.

“Alright, he’s a lot worked up.”



Book 2 in the Big Girl Series Coming Out Soon! Hump Day Hook

I just finished writing the next story in the Big Girl series and I can’t wait for it to be published this week! For those who haven’t started it yet – the first book Backstage Pass is available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Here’s a bit of a teaser for the next book, Big Girl On Tour


Shannon stared across the doorway at Julian, a thousand thoughts running through her mind. It was him. It really was him. She didn’t know what to say.

Julian stepped forward, shyly offering her the rose. She took it, and his fingers brushed against hers. The single touch made her body flinch with a desire that she had been trying unsuccessfully to stifle for the past few days.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call,” Julian said.

“It’s…it’s okay. I understand. You’ve been busy with tour stuff.”

“That’s no excuse.”

“You’re in a famous band. That’s enough of an excuse, I guess.”

Julian winced, and Shannon thought she might have said the wrong thing. God, this wasn’t starting out how she wanted it to.

“I just mean you’ve got a lot on your plate.”

“It’s not that at all.” Julian’s voice was rough, as though he was stammering through the words, trying to figure out how to move his tongue to get the right letters out.

“What is it?” If it wasn’t his band, then Shannon didn’t know what it could be. A flame of anger began to rise up inside of her. If he hadn’t called just because…

“I was nervous. I thought maybe I messed up. With you.”

“Messed up?”

“I thought maybe you wanted to be able to tell people you were with, you know, a famous rock star. That it wasn’t really me you wanted. That I was just a good story to tell to your friends.”

Shannon’s mouth dropped open. That was what he was afraid of? A mixture of rage and relief swept through her.

“That’s… I don’t know what to say, Julian.”

“Just tell me what you’re thinking.”

“What I’m thinking?” Shannon threw one hand up in the air, gesturing wildly with the rose. “I’m thinking that it’s ridiculous you made up this whole motivation about why I wanted to be with you out of thin air. I’m thinking you shouldn’t have waited a whole week before asking me about it.”

“I’m sorry-”

Shannon stamped her bare foot on the floor. Now that he had made her talk, all of her anxieties were rushing out, and she didn’t want to stop. Ridiculous – this whole situation was ridiculous.

“I’m thinking that you are an idiot and jerk for keeping me in suspense this whole time.”

Julian’s eyebrows knitted together in the middle of his forehead. It was obvious no girl had ever spoken to him like this before. But Shannon couldn’t stop herself. He had to know what she had done to him.

“I’m thinking that you’re possibly the dumbest man I’ve ever met, because who on earth would meet you and not fall immediately in love with you? It doesn’t matter whether you were playing guitar on stage in a packed concert or on a cardboard box in an alleyway!”

Shannon didn’t notice Julian’s fierce look of desire, or the way that he was slowly inching over the doorstep towards her. Her eyes were welling with tears of anger mixed with joy.

“And I’m thinking that you owe me a lot more than just one rose if you’re going to come back and ask me to open my heart back up again!”

Julian stepped forward fully, closing the door behind him. Shannon gasped as his arm reached out around her, pulling her close to him. She could smell his cologne, and when he bent his head to her ear she could hear her own heart beating fast against his chest.

“What do I owe you?”


Check out other Hump Day Hooks here!  I know we’re only supposed to post a paragraph, but sometimes a girl gets carried away…

A Warm Hello to All Erotic Romance Readers!

Hi everybody, I’m glad to get started here. I’m an erotic romance author with a new novella series coming out soon that will be as sassy as it is steamy! I’m excited to dive into this universe of characters. Just to give you a taste of what’s coming up…

Big Girl Backstage Pass

BIG GIRL BACKSTAGE PASS (Book One of the Big Girl Series)

She’s just a college girl who can’t help but dream.

Shannon Locklear just won backstage passes to the hottest concert in LA, Wilder Side. She’s thrilled to be able to meet the band backstage, and when the guitarist takes her aside, the sparks that fly between them could light a bonfire…

He’s a lead guitarist who can’t shake his inner demons.

Julian Bremmer is a musician struggling with alcohol and his band’s newfound success. Girls throw themselves at him because he’s a rock star, but all of the attention doesn’t stop him from feeling empty inside. When he meets Shannon, he can’t help but wonder if she’s just the next girl who wants him for his fame…

Fate has thrown them together, but will the world pull them apart?


EXCERPT from the soon-to-be-published novella:

Julian had just left when the blond girl to Shannon’s side stood up and went to sit by her friend. Sitting next to each other, they looked almost like twin Barbie dolls, all made up. They were gorgeous, their hair and nails perfectly done. Shannon examined her nails. Although she had just painted them for the show, one thumbnail was already chipped. How does that happen?

“He’s cute, don’t you think?” the tall one said.

“Well, he’s no Alex Wilder.”

“Yeah, but he’s famous at least.”

“Kind of famous,” the tall girl said dismissively.

“Fuckable famous, that’s for sure.”

“Well obv, just not, you know, really famous.” The tall girl shook her long straight hair out.

“He’s really talented,” Shannon said, trying to join in the conversation. The two girls looked over at her with twin gazes of intense disapproval, and Shannon knew immediately she had said the wrong thing.

“Right, so what, you think he wants to talk to you?” The tall girl looked down her nose with distaste.

“I just meant… he seems nice. And he plays really well,” Shannon said, flushing a deep red.

“Why did you come over here anyway?” the other girl said. “We were having a nice conversation.”

“Yeah,” echoed the other. “A nice conversation.”

“I’m sorry,” Shannon said, flustered. “I thought—”

“Before you showed up.”

“I don’t even know why they let people like you in anyway,” the girl said, her eyes sweeping down Shannon’s figure. Shannon immediately felt like she wanted to melt through the floor. Her arms crossed over her chest protectively. It was stupid of her to think she could talk to these girls. They were models, both of them, or could be.

“Sorry,” she whispered, her face still hot with embarrassment. She looked around to see if she could find Jason, but he was gone. So was Julian. She was alone.

“Give me a mint,” the tall girl said to her friend. They busied themselves primping each other and reapplying their lip gloss, and Shannon turned away from them on the couch, looking again at the colored lights. The other band members were scattered across the room, mingling with fans, and Shannon thought again of how she would shoot the scene if she had her camera. Impressionistic, maybe, a long focal length… She had felt so wonderful when she first came in, but now with the girls next to her she wanted to run away. If only she could find Jason.

She saw Julian come back into the room and stop to talk with the drummer. They laughed, and Shannon felt her heart twinge as the guitarist’s smile lit up his face. Then he turned towards her and the laugh pulled back into a smile again. It was impossible, that he should be smiling at her, but there it was. She felt the jolt of sexual tension again as his eyes swept down her figure, just as the blond girl had, but with a distinct look of appreciation. He said something to the drummer and then walked across the room.

The blond girls split apart on the couch as the guitarist walked up.

“Come sit here, Julian,” the tall one said. She patted the space between her and her friend.

“Thanks, but I can’t stay,” Julian said.

“Aw, but we’re going to miss you.” Her tone was wheedling.

“Then you’ll have to miss me,” Julian said. He turned to Shannon, and she stuck out her hand politely.

“It was really nice to meet you,” she said.

He took her hand, but not in a handshake. His fingers closed over her palm and he bent down toward her. He was so close that she could smell a hint of his cologne, and she felt a bit dizzy.

“Will you come with me?” Julian asked.