My Sexy Saturday: Holiday heat

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Dashing through the malls? That’s so last week. ‘Tis now the season for holding hands with the one you love while strolling through freshly fallen snow and cuddling (and more) in front of a blazing

My Sexy Saturday: Home for the Holidays

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The release of my holiday novella, HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS, is just around the corner. It’s my first indie release, and I’m stoked. Does anyone say stoked anymore? Probably not. I’m hopelessly uncool—and mathematically challenged.

My Sexy Saturday: DIVA’s big moment

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Can you feel the excitement? I sure can. My debut romance, DIVA IN THE DUGOUT, will be up for sale at Turquoise Morning Press this week. To celebrate, this week’s My Sexy Saturday seven are

My Sexy Saturday: Meg & Matt

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It’s Saturday! That means it’s time for My Sexy Saturday. *Cue happy dance.* The rules: Post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words ONLY. The choice is yours. It can be from a WIP

My Sexy Saturday: More fun with Dave and Melinda

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Thank goodness for My Sexy Saturday. Without its weekly posts, this blog would get none of my attention at all. Does it matter that I’m waist-deep in the first draft of my third Love and

My SexySaturday: Wild Boys

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Er … don’t get the wrong idea. There’s only one Wild Boy, actually. I just couldn’t resist the chance to misappropriate another ’80s song title for a blog post. (Like The Escape Club, I’m  living

My Sexy Saturday — Meg & Matt

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Good morning, everyone. It’s Saturday, and you know what that means: Time to kick back with another round of My Sexy Saturday reads. The rules: Post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. The

My Sexy Saturday: Blind Date Bride

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You know what day it is, right? Saturday! That means it’s time for another entry in the My Sexy Saturday blog hop. The rules are simple: Post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words.

My Sexy Saturday: Meet Mike James (again)

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It’s Saturday again — and this week, I don’t feel like I’ve been dragged through a tar pit and then forced to go to prom without changing. My head is only mildly stuffy, not filled