31 Days of Menage

Renee George is hosting the 31 Days of Menage starting tomorrow, March 1!  Each day will be dedicated to a different author.  A commenter will be chosen to win an amazon or B&N gift certificate.

Some of my fellow Sirenistas will be featured, such as Lori King, Tonya Ramagos, Michelle Graham, Avery Gale, and Cheryl Dragon.  Oh, and me.  My day is March 12th.

Michael Fassbender.  Just because.

The Grass is Greener has a new cover

The Grass is Greener will be book #3 in the McQueen Was My Valley series set in Utah.

 

Prim and proper doctor Sasha McQueen meets the dashing commando Rowan O’Shea at the scene of a terrorist bombing.  Her best friend’s last words, “Tony Danza,” mystify them.  When the bomber turns to stalking Sasha, he mingles with the fursuited fans at the Triple Play Lodge’s Great Utah Furfest, and he could be anyone in a cartoon disguise.

Sasha’s heart is hardened as she recovers from a lousy marriage.  She knows the grass isn’t greener on the other side of the fence.  But when she spies on Rowan getting frisky with the sweet boy-next-door game warden, Perry Donovan, her determination to avoid men goes out the window.  Their bondage forced orgasm games open up a wanton, wild side of Sasha she never knew existed.

Assisted by undercover Furries, the trio stalks the bomber instead of waiting to be preyed upon.  Together they discover love, security, and the answer to “what does Tony Danza have to do with anything?”

 

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I based Perry Donovan on Ryan Gosling, and you can see that Les Byerly did a good job of matching Perry to Ryan.  In Books #1 and #2 I built up to and foreshadowed the arrival of this Furry Convention.  My editor said in Woman on Top, "why do you keep mentioning these furries?  Are you repeating yourself?" I said "They'll wind up being important in Book #3."  As you can probably tell, this book is fairly light-hearted and even silly in some spots.  I'll post the excerpts in the Excerpt section right now.  But you have to read it to find out the answer to what Tony Danza was doing on some pathetic, shoddy comedy tour of the Midwest.

 

 

Three Hearts Beat As One...

....is climbing the charts at Siren!  Three Hearts Beat as One was released February 4th and already seems to be is my bestselling book.  It's an easy, breezy stand-alone that can probably be read all in one sitting--or not, if you're a slow reader like I am.

It's got all sorts of silly stuff, like the bad guy trying to burn down Chase's sex toy shop by squirting motion lotion all over some sex manuals.  Then the Perverted Mayor (who looks like The Governor in Walking Dead) goes out of control after seeing the trio getting hot and heavy in a hardware store display window.  It's a nice Valentine's-themed quick read.

I Have Been Lax

...in updating my site since my beloved Newfoundland, Ishmael, was diagnosed with terminal lymphoma January 30.

She has been with me every day for almost ten years.  I dreamed about her years before I got her. I woke up with the phrase in my head, "Call me Ishmael."  I knew it was my future Newfoundland telling me what to name her.   Okay, ridiculous, right?  But I didn't know it was the first line of Moby Dick, a book I have never read.  But my husband was reading it at the time, so I must've read his mind.

She's been in several of my books.  In The Hinterlands, she was a leopard hunter in 1890s Nigeria.  In Strangely Wonderful, a pirate dog in Madagascar.  She popped back up in Sure as Shooting in 1840s California.  My heroine was unable to conceive and wanted something to cuddle.  I even stuck her in my future release The Grass is Greener because the heroine's brother wanted something to cuddle.  And look.  She is very cuddly.

She is seriously the best darn dog in the west.  When I brought her home from the breeder in 2003, she only made one mistake indoors before realizing it was better to go outside on the lawn.  She's never chewed up, destroyed, or damaged anything.  I can leave cheese out overnight on a low table and she won't eat it.  She doesn't drink from the toilet or eat the garbage or dig up flowers.  If someone leaves the door open, she looks out and comes back inside.

When I had to go to Romantic Times in St. Louis in 2006, my screen saver of her was what I looked at every night.  Sorry, husband.  I tuck her in every night with her biscuit and monkey.  I kiss and hold her and feel love emanante through me.

She's an absolute angel sent straight from heaven.  I'm thoroughly devastated.  I'll be writing very slowly in the forseeable future as I take care of her and try to make things as good as humanly possible for her. I'm not a very strong person this way--can't even finish writing this post, so I should go now.