The Money Bunny - Available Now!

Available Now! From Forbidden Publications

Blurb:


A bunny on a bus?

Jackson Hunter thought he had seen it all until one bad day forces him to take the bus. A nutcase in a bunny outfit and designer sunglasses hops on, gives out money in a card to every passenger, then hops off. Chasing the bunny down a sidewalk after it hops away is weirder. Finding out the beautiful blonde at a bar that has caught his eye is not only the runaway rabbit, but the lawyer suing him sends the fur flying and leads to some fancy footwork.
Attorney Abigail Crosby has it all. She also has zero patience for Hunter Industries, the company that plans to destroy the neighborhood she grew up in and leave families without affordable housing. How was she to know that the hunk on the bus could fill the void in her life that she never noticed before? Only after great conversation, shared meals, and mind-blowing sex she discovers that he is the defendant. With the court date fast approaching, emotions are running high. Can she pull a rabbit out of her hat, saving her career and what she has with Jack, or in the end will it boil down to the money bunny?

Excerpt:


His voice alone caressed her skin and she fought for composure. Abby had reminded herself she was an attorney, and had forced herself to speak, but telling him that stalking was illegal may not have been her best move.
Suave, real suave in winning over Prince Charming. Her cheeks stung. Yep, undoubted, she was blushing. Son of a bitch! To think, I’m a professional.
“I’m sure I would have remembered if we had met.” His voice was deep, sexy, and she highly doubted it was meant to turn her on. Or was it?
“Um, I guess you wouldn’t believe me…”
Something flickered in his dark, brown eyes and they sparkled. His long, jet-black lashes blinked in disbelief as he leaned in closer to her. The smell of his cologne affected her the same way it had on the bus earlier that day. When his nose brushed lightly against her neck up to her ear, her skin heated and her breath was lost. Her nipples tightened beneath the light fabric from his skin touching hers. The air sucked out of her lungs and rational thought--hell any thought had vanished.
“I received an envelope today that smelled as wonderful as you.”
Inhaling sharply, she stepped back, blinked, and glanced around. “How did you know?”
His warm chuckle filled the air, warming it and her body considerably. His eyes danced. “I didn’t until you spoke.”
“Please don’t tell.” She barely heard her voice; how was he supposed to hear her?
“I won’t.” His smile was broad, making him even sexier and her thong damp. “I didn’t think I would see you again.”
“What are you doing here?” She glanced to the drink in his hand. Talk about a stupid question.
“Well, contrary to what you may think, I’m not stalking you, but if I had known it was one of the options, I may have considered it.” He laughed. The sound was incredible and turned her on. “I was checking out a blonde and thinking honestly of another woman in a bunny outfit that I would never see again.” His expression had grown more serious and his voice had become quieter.
“And now that you know that they are one in the same?” Why did he make her nervous? Right-- gorgeous, tall, dark, and downright delicious in a really expensive suit.
“I’m amazed that we are again in the same spot at the same time.” His brows furrowed. “And I’m wondering if I will be able to get your name.”
Okay, he is also charming. “I’m Abby.”
“Abby, I like it. I’m Jack, and now that we have that out of the way, what would it take to convince you to leave this place with me for something quieter?”
“An answer.” She wasn’t coy by nature, but then again, nature didn’t normally have the hunkiest man in the world cross her path twice in the same day.
“Well, I have an answer, what would be the question.”
Here goes nothing. “Your place or mine?”

Raining Men - Available Now!

Blurb:
A ball player, a police officer, and a fireman. Oh my!
It’s raining men, and the weather outside is hunky, hunkier, and hot! At least that’s what gallery owner Charly Jamison thinks. She’s moved from New York into an upscale neighborhood in her hometown, Los Angeles, to get rid of a stalker that was terrorizing her and her daughter only to discover that the one other woman on the block is an old woman that always has “messages” for her, and there is a gorgeous man at every turn.
All the men in her life want her, while there is only one man that holds her heart. Her friends are crazier than she is, and she’s the one living a double life painting erotic pictures under an alias--Joey Sinn. Not a problem, every man in the world wants her, too.
As Charly’s gallery opening fast approaches, the threats of the stalker come back full swing and her life spins into a downpour of wrong, but more than delicious men. Who will save her? Will it be the man she loves, and in the end, will he love her too?

Excerpt:
Ethan was purely male. He shut the door behind him and glanced around.
“It’s here.” She flipped the light switch on and off. “I don’t think it’s the bulb, but its one of those long things and I don’t have a ladder.”
“I’m tall enough that I don’t need a ladder if I can stand on one of your kitchen chairs.” He closed the distance between them and smiled.
She tried to breathe. This close to him, seeing, smelling, and dreaming of tasting him made it hard. “I don’t mind.” Hell, you can bend me over it, or you can sit and I’ll straddle you, or we could forget the chair altogether. “There’s the table if you so feel the need.”
His full lips parted and his tongue danced across his lower lip. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
She needed to turn the heat down because it was now sweltering in the house. “We’ll start with the chair.” I could only wish. She stepped around him and walked to the table. She pulled a heavy, oak chair out and brought it to him. His eyes never left her. “One chair.”
“Thanks, do you have a tool kit?”
Which one? The one with my vibrator, or the hammer? “Let me get it.” She moved around him to the closet. Ethan got up on the chair. He had his back to her, giving Charly the most incredible view of his ass. He was denim delicious from where she stood.
She turned and ducked back into the closet. She didn’t need him seeing her appraise his great butt as if it was artwork. Not that she couldn’t turn it into a piece of art. Getting Ethan the fireman naked would be ideal. Once naked, she would want sex. Looking at him in clothes made her want to have sex with him. Ethan naked? Her thong dampened further. At this rate, it would be soaked by the time he left.
“Do you need help?” his sexy baritone asked as she wrapped her hand around the handle of the metal box.
Yes, just take my thong now. “I’m good.” She closed the closet door and set the tool kit on the kitchen counter. His eyes were on her, Charly sensed it. Her skin flamed. “What did you need?”
“Something for a screw.”
Damn! Take me. She turned around and blinked at him. He winced and smiled. “A screwdriver is what I meant.”
“Of course.” She opened the toolbox and her cheeks heated. She exhaled. “What kind.”
“A long one.”
No wicked thoughts. An image of her straddling Ethan, licking his chest, came to mind. Too late. She picked up a bunch and faced him. “You choose.”
He frowned. “You look flushed; are you okay?”
“Warm.”
“Do you need help with your thermostat?”
Lord, have mercy.
“I can easily check that out once I flip your switch.” His eyes widened and his lips parted. “I mean, the light switch.”
“Right.”
“Would I be able to get an ice water?”
“Absolutely, I’ll have one with you.” She was losing her mind. Nope, she had lost it.

I'm Psycho

Okay, writer's block and edits on contracted books have consumed me. However, I have found new and creative ways to waste time. Hahaha like the test below.

What happy bunny are you?

your a psycho bunny you are absoultly crazy. you probably need 15 shots of lithium a day. if you even know what that is. i would not like you to live in a 500 mile range of me i would be afraid that you would try to teach me how to twitch and for your information their is only room for one psycho in my town and that is me.

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I think I need to run a contest. Yep, I do. Okay, off to conspire--I mean plan one.