Saturday, December 21, 2013

Kite and Wolf

This is the simple and straight to the point review I got for Kite and Wolf that made my morning:

"Eden, what a freakin awesome book!!!" - J

Sheriff Duncan McGregor is a wolf shifter who is comfortable with his life in small-town Maine. He's never had a problem obeying the chief, his alpha, but when Kite Dowling comes to town, bringing trouble with him, everything changes. Duncan's wolf recognizes Kite as his mate, and Duncan can't bring himself to run the sexy bird shifter out of town like he's ordered to. Duncan welcomes Kite into his bed, but can he afford to let him into his heart, especially when an alpha wolf ex-boyfriend comes calling for Kite?

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Longhorn's Kiss Released!

Sindri Dahl is on the run from his coven. Daylight is coming, and Sindri needs shelter and blood. He thinks he’s found his prey when he comes upon a man in the woods, but Sindri is soon hogtied and carried off over the shoulder of the big man, whose strength rivals Sindri’s own. Now he is at the mercy of not one but three longhorn shifters, and each of the men have his sights set on ravaging the slender vampire.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

I was in USA Today!

What an unexpected surprise, and I missed it. I was mentioned in a USA Today article back in May 2013. The headline read, "Got wolf? See newer paranormal romances." Pretty cool. Here's the link. Don't know how long it will be in existence, so I did a screenshot. Made me feel special. Thanks, USA Today.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Coming Soon: His Love Is Forever

His Love Is Forever
Coming Soon to Amira Press

Roger lost his wife in a freak accident that took her life. With no family and few friends, he thinks he’s facing a life of solitude, especially with the problem he’s hidden from all who know him, an issue he’s only ever shared with his wife. Then his best friend turns up at his door, the man he’d had a falling out with ten years ago when he decided to get married. Jett is the happy go lucky guy Roger’s known since they were both five years old and next door neighbors. While Roger is glad of the support in this hard time, Jett’s appearance brings to light Roger’s struggle and tests him beyond what he feels he can bear.


Roger held onto the chair back, squeezing until his fingers ached and the blood in the tips receded. He dipped his head and shut his eyes. Emotion rolled over him in waves, and he did his best to weather it all. Too much. He hated facing the next few days, even weeks and months without her. The wooden chair creaked as he leaned more of his weight onto it. Focus, Roger. Make decisions. That’s the only way to handle this.

The doorbell rang, followed by a loud snap. He stood there staring down at the destroyed dining chair. They had purchased it together not five years ago to replace the old when his financial situation had improved. Again the ring, and he gritted his teeth.

He left the chair where it lay and headed toward the front door. With luck, he could send whoever it was away and get back to…to what? Feeling sorry for himself? No, there were calls to be made, people to inform. With the endless list scrolling through his head he opened the door, and all thought vanished.

“Hey, buddy, it’s been a long time.”

“Yeah,” Roger croaked and then cleared his throat. “Jett, what are you doing here? How did you know where I live? Why—”

“Whoa.” Jett held up his hands, chuckling, and through his grief, Roger registered a bit of that confusion he had once experienced in his old friend’s presence. Jett strolled past him. “Mind if I come in before we talk?”

Jett eased a jacket off broad shoulders and ran fingers through disordered, dark curls. That was Jett, Roger noted, always sure of himself, easygoing and letting nothing rile him. Roger snapped out of his reverie and shut the door to follow Jett into the living room. Before he sat down, Jett stretched out a hand toward him. Roger froze.

“It’s good to see you again. What’s it been…ten years?”

They both knew it had been ten years since their fight that led to the destruction of a friendship, which had begun when they were boys. Roger took the offered hand and was relieved to feel nothing weird. They shook, and Jett drew him close to pat his back in a half hug. Roger was not so numb as he had hoped. He drew away as quickly as he could without causing Jett to wonder about him.

“Mikey told me,” Jett explained as he took a seat on the couch. “Your address and about Mary Beth. You have my condolences.”

Roger nodded and dropped into one of the armchairs. Their mutual friend had been the first person he’d told. He’d been careful not to ask about Jett in all these years, and blocked any attempts Mikey made to keep him updated. “Thanks, I…” His words died away as he relived the news. “Her car went off the road. She was driving at night, in the pouring rain. I told her a million times not to do it. Her night vision wasn’t good…”

“I’m sorry.”

Roger didn’t know when Jett had moved. All he knew was that Jett’s hand sat on his shoulder, and when he stooped, eyes warm like chocolate were level with his. Jett’s knee bumped his on accident, and Roger stilled, caught between staying where he sat and standing to pace. He looked away from the concern and hardened his jaw. “She was away on business. I had her body transported back here. The funeral is on Friday.”


Jett straightened, and Roger blew out a breath of relief.

“I’ll be here with you all the way through it.”

Roger’s eyes widened. “Here?”

“Yeah, my luggage is in the car. I’m going to bring it in.” He scanned the room with a slight smile, revealing even, white teeth. “Looks like you’ve done all right for yourself. Unless of course you were living off her.”

Roger glared, but Jett winked and laughed. He disappeared out of the room, and a few seconds later the front door opened and closed. Jett intended to stay there in his house? Sure he had the space with five bedrooms, two of the spares furnished for times when Mary Beth had special clients in town. Both of them were only children, and neither of their parents was alive. The realization that no one other than work associates would need to be notified brought home how solitary his life would be from this point on.

“Hey,” Jett shouted, “where do I move my stuff to?”

Not so solitary.

Roger joined Jett in the foyer across from the stairs. “Second door on the left.” Heat suffused his face. “The right.”

He had at first given Jett directions to his own bedroom. Jett studied him and dropped the bag. He approached, and Roger held his stance. Jett always stood too close, ignoring personal space. His nose mere inches away, along with his lips and the rest of his body, the warmth of his breath heated Roger’s own nose because of being four inches taller. He dropped both hands on Roger’s shoulders and squeezed.

“Look, dude, I’m sorry for what happened in the past. I let jealousy and anger mess up our friendship. I regret it.”

“Jealousy?” Roger breathed. The pounding in his ears made it hard to hear.

Jett grinned. “You got her, didn’t you? Somebody who loved you, who devoted her life to you? I won’t say you stole her from me—”

“I did not steal her!”

A bark of laughter erupted from his friend. “Fine.” Jett drew him in without preface. The hug was more than just chests touching. Their full bodies met, including thighs, with Jett’s arms around his, trapping them to his sides, but it didn’t last more than an instant. The next moment, Jett jogged up the steps with a heavy suitcase slung on his shoulder and carrying it with ease.

Roger looked down and swore. Phone calls. That’s what I need to focus on.

Monday, October 8, 2012

New Release: On A Blood Moon

Hey Everybody,

My new Halloween story is out at Sugar and Spice Press. Below is the blurb and an excerpt. I hope you love it like I do! This is for my number one fan and for all my readers.


Jace leaves his boyfriend home and attends a Halloween party, which turns interesting and then deadly. First he meets two big and sexy men dressed like vampires, and then real vampires attack. When one of the undead drains Jace of his life source, he learns the fake vamps are really werewolves, and they were at the party for him. With no other choice, Gair and Stion do what's necessary to save Jace. Now he is one of the monsters he never knew existed, and the two shifters must stick by him until he learns to control his undying hunger. 


“Here alone?”

“Ramie,” Jace exclaimed and hugged his best friend. She’d dressed as a hooker just as she told him she would, and she pulled it off with her slender, curvy figure. He grinned, looking her over. “If I wasn’t gay, I’d eat you alive.”

She rolled her eyes and slapped his hand. “Stop, I look silly with all the cottage cheese on my thighs.” The pink in her cheeks and the lowered lashes spoke volumes about what she thought of the success of her outfit. Several pairs of male eyes settled on the long bare legs. When one man started toward them, Ramie grasped his hand and all but dragged him toward the middle of the room. “Come on. Let’s dance before he asks me.”

“Isn’t that what you’re here for? To get picked up?”

He followed her, and they began shimmying to the pounding beats over colossal speakers around the room. The spacious area stretched for half a city block. Colored lights blinked off and on from the ceiling. Black shimmering fabric hung from the walls, and one had to be careful not to slip and break one’s neck on the recently buffed floor. Tables lined one corner, ladened with two large punch bowls and various food stuffs like chips, pretzels, and dips. Jace had never been to the club, but Ramie had heard of it from a friend and wanted to check it out. He’d agreed, not caring where he partied so long as he did.

“Where’s Hale?” Ramie shouted over the music.

“Home. He wasn’t feeling well and told me to have a good time.”

Why the heck did he find it necessary to lie? Ramie must have figured out by now that all the excuses he made for Hale were just that—excuses. She never pressed him, though, and that’s what he liked about her. He could just enjoy himself around her.

Jace scanned the crowd. Most of the people were like him, wearing costumes that didn’t require much thought, like superheroes or faeries. They were the pieces one could grab off a rack or order online. Some had gone all out and designed their own pieces. He was especially impressed with the man dressed as a sushi roll. At least four vampires gyrated on the floor, and Jace heaved a sigh when he spotted two more coming through the entrance.

One set of golden eyes and one set of the palest silver locked with his as if they had expected to find him there. Jace missed a step in his fancy moves, forced to acknowledge that these two vampires were miles above any others in the room. Not that their costumes were better. They were cheap and cheesy with little more than dark clothing and a cape. The fangs could be picked up for under a dollar at a novelty shop.

What stood out to him was the way the men shifted in their clothing as if they weren’t comfortable—big wide shoulders that could make a linebacker cry with envy. The set mouths, strong jawlines, even their height was quite a few inches above his. He guessed about six foot five. Talk about imposing figures, these guys caused the crowd to part as they advanced…toward him.

Jace’s mouth went dry, and he swallowed multiple times, but it did nothing to help. He was between attraction and fear. Men as big as them didn’t normally appeal to him since he enjoyed being the bigger man, the one in full control.

“Oh, yummy, so hot,” Ramie murmured in his ear. Jace ignored her. He couldn’t bring himself to look away from the two men.

They stopped in front of him, and one—Jace tried distinguishing him from the other and noted the blond hair, a perfect match for his golden eyes—held his hand out. “Dance?”

Jace shifted his gaze to the other man with dark hair cut super close to his head. The look was almost military in its precision, and the stiffness in his demeanor didn’t lessen the impact. Jace admitted, if only to himself, that he was intimidated. Did this guy even dance?

“Uh, sure, why not,” he said. The second the words left his lips, the men moved in, one in front, the other behind. Large hands settled on his waist, another set at his shoulders. Jace’s heart hammered as he searched for Ramie, but she’d been snatched up by the very man she had used him to avoid. Guilt washed over him for abandoning her, but if anyone could take care of themselves it was Ramie. She’d defended him more than once.

“Hey, look at me.” The blond tilted Jace’s chin up, but his tone wasn’t one of command or anger. He smiled, and Jace found himself drawn in. “What’s your name?”

“Jace.” He’d said the word too low to be heard over the music and opened his mouth to repeat it, but the man behind him leaned in closer and pressed his lips to Jace’s ear. A shiver raced down Jace’s back, and the room in the front of his pants vanished.

“Jace, my name is Stion. His name is Gair.”

The blond nodded, and Jace marveled at their hearing. “Are you guys brothers?”

Gair laughed and shook his head. “No.”

“So you’re—” His voice cracked when Gair moved in close, again capturing his chin, and he moved his lips along Jace’s jawline. Jace sucked in a breath and put his hands up to the massive chest. He’d intended to push, but somehow lost the ability on contact. 

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

New Release: To Catch A Tiger

 In Geneva, Switzerland, Kilian Frost volunteered to be experimented on to become a shifter. After horrible pain he hadn't counted on, he can shape-shift into a rare white tiger. Kilian is from Sweden and hasn't seen his beloved country or his sister in many years. All he wants is to get home. When he escapes Hottiger Research Institute, his former lover and director of the facility, Sam Hottiger, sends Neo, an assassin he's used on various occasions, to bring Kilian back alive.

On an overnight train from Germany to Sweden, Kilian meets Donovan, a sexy and kind-hearted man who thinks nothing of protecting Kilian from those who pursue him. Kilian is in pain because he no longer has access to the treatments Sam gave him to keep him from losing his humanity. Kilian doesn't want to depend on Donovan's help, but he can't fight the growing attraction between them, and he can't go the journey alone.

Kilian must hold on long enough to see his sister one last time and say good-bye to the man he's come to love. Donovan just wants to be with Kilian for however long it lasts, and he'll stand against a whole army if he has to, to keep Kilian safe.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Reluctant Mate 3 is Out!

Available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance Ebooks, and Sugar and Spice Press.

Alexi is asked to find the man responsible for creating a drug that makes humans into wolf shifters. Against his better judgment, he agrees. He's a jaguar shifter, and everyone knows there's no love between the two species. Alexi figures he'll get time to play with a piece he met not too long ago. He's not all that interested really, but what better way to piss off the haughty werewolves. To assist Alexi in his task, Lucas, their leader, calls in Jaren, his distant cousin and scientist. Alexi has never seen a more sexy, if repressed, man in his life, and the assignment has taken on a whole new direction. While he's searching for a werewolf that just might be stronger and more powerful than any he's met before, Alexi tries to convince the nerdy Jaren that he is definitely not straight no matter how much he protests!