I have a confession


You probably thought I fell off the face of this earth because I haven’t had any new releases for two long years! But guess what? The sequel to Playing House is finally complete!

This duet has been so wild and intense that… I didn’t know if I was ready to unleash it into the world!


How about I tell you about the amazing opportunity I have to offer you today?! That’s coming right up.

Hard to believe it’s already been two years since I last put a new book out into this world. For that reason alone, I want to do everything I can for this book. And, as you probably already know, when I go underground, I go in all the way and don’t emerge until I have something freaking awesome to share.


How Would You Like to Read My Next Book for Free?

I’m only one month away from launching my next book, The Black Widow: A Psychological Thriller. I can’t lie… I’m super excited about this one, and the launch is going to be huge. Where do you come into this equation? (more…)

My Not-so-secret NaNoWriMo Project

For those of you who don’t know #NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month. The entire point of the program is for writers to start a new novel on November 1, track their progress, and write a 50,000 word novel in a month!

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I didn’t sign up on the formal website, because I wanted to spend my time writing rather than worrying about how to track it on their site. Instead, I secretly opened a new OneNote Notebook electronically, in preparation I outlined the entire story from start to finish with bullet points of what has to happen when, so on November 1st I could get down to business.

Oh, wow, did my plan ever work!

Guess who won NaNoWriMo at 1:04 a.m. this morning?

Novembers are always hectic for me, but this year I decided to take the plunge and join hundreds of thousands of writers who do this every year. You won’t believe which story I’ve written!


Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures

You know the saying that goes a little something like this?

If you do what you have always done, you will get what you’ve always gotten.

Many people attribute this quote to Anthony Robbins, Henry Ford, and even Albert Einstein. The point to be taken away here is:

If you want something you’ve never had, then you must do something you’ve never done.



You know me, always trying new things. With my newest book, which I’ve been sitting on since June 2015 due to its unusual nature, I’ve decided to try something drastic. I want to grow my reader base. I want to get my books in front of lots and lots of faces. This plan could fail miserably and ruin my book launch, or maybe something truly amazing will happen. I’ll never know unless I try. (more…)

Playing House – Chapter 4


Special Excerpt from Chapter 4:

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Finlay is taking me home for war. I know the drill. Sit there and take it like a woman. Make dinner. Get bitched at for baking it wrong. Clean up the clear glass when he slams the dish of lasagna off the side of the table. Cry on my knees while cleaning the floor, broken like Cinderella but unable to keep a steely face with him standing over me screaming about what a mistake of a human being I am.

“What is wrong with you?” he screams. “Can’t you do anything right? All I ask for is an edible plate of food on the table. Is that too much to ask? You can’t even get that right.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” I cry hysterically. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry?”

I zone out after that. Words… they’re just words. He doesn’t mean it. I’ve done this to him. This is my fault. If I would have stayed calm, it would have been fine. Maybe if I was a better cook, he wouldn’t flip out over everything. He leans toward me to shout in my ear, as if maybe I will hear him better when he’s spitting at my ear drum.

I want to scream back at him—tell him to stop—but think better of it, stiffly doing what I know I have to do—bow down and take it. I have to calm the fuck down and get through this, one episode at a time.

I take a deep breath and smear my tears with the sleeve of my shirt. I listen to the seconds tick by, the oversized clock on the wall reminding me that this will all be over soon enough. He starts shouting again, but I can handle it now. This anger will pass, like it always does. He can’t keep this up for much longer. The volcano will erupt and soon the sweet, emotional rush will flow again.

I know what Finlay’s working toward—make-up sex—but it won’t be until I’m a trembling, tear-faced wreck, browbeat into submission. I snap free from that safe place in my mind and tremble from the cold rush of tears on my cheeks. I place the wasted food into a plastic bag Finlay throws at me, together with the broken glass and dirty napkins I used to pick up the saucy mess. A chunk of the broken dish slices across my thumb as it drops into the bag, and I cry out in surprise. Blood instantly pools on the surface of the long cut, and I stare at it, wondering whether it’s deep enough to make a bloody mess. It takes a second for Finlay to realize something is wrong.

My eyes fly across the room. Finlay’s suddenly watching me with a disgraceful look in his eyes. He notices the drops of blood on the floor and takes a step toward me. I flinch, raising my arm to hide my face, afraid he’s finally going to raise a hand on me.

“Please,” I beg, not knowing what I beg for anymore. The shouting to stop. The name-calling to end. The rotten feeling inside my soul to subside. Just hit me and get it over with.

His hand comes gently down onto my shoulder. “You winced. Why did you wince?” He pauses as the words sink in and make me shudder. “Do you not love me anymore?” He sighs, tears coming to his eyes as I lower my guard. “What a monster I’ve become.” He pours his face into his hands. “Oh, God. What have I done?”

Every second is torture, but this is no show. He means it and I can’t escape him. The other Finlay is back, and I can never leave him. I drop the bag to the floor, tuck my thumb into the palm of my hand and curl into his crumbling form. The tips of my fingers slide over his wet cheek and drag through his hair. “You know that’s not true,” I whisper, burying my face into his neck and clutching my injured hand to my chest. “Our love isn’t finished yet.”

He kisses my wound, tasting my blood before pulling me to the sink. He rinses my hand under a stream of cool water, watching the pink swirling down the drain until the water runs clear. Finlay hands me a paper towel, and I press it against the laceration while he searches the cabinet for peroxide and a bandage. He cleans the fresh wound, dries my hand and covers the sliced skin, kissing the spot now concealed. His eyes remain downturned. Does he feel bad for the way he’s treated me? Will he remember this feeling tomorrow? His thumb smooths back and forth over my hand.

“Can you ever forgive me?” he asks, his eyes pleading with the rush of a thousand oceans.

To be continued…



Read Local: CK Author Festival

Exciting news! Chatham-Kent’s local authors are being brought together for a meet and greet, and I’ve been invited to join in on the fun!

Please join me and 13 other authors at the CK Author Festival on November 19 from 1:00 – 3:00 p.m., at the Chatham-Kent Public Library – Chatham Branch, to support and celebrate reading local!

No purchase necessary, but I will have books available for purchase if you’re looking to get an autographed paperback!


Author Signing: Lorrie’s Country Nook

Mark your calendars! I’ll be at Lorrie’s Country Nook signing books on November 19 from 9am-12pm, in Historic Downtown Chatham.

Drop by to check things out or to pick up an autographed copy of one of my books! Lorrie has lots of amazing deals and prizes lined up. You won’t want to miss it!

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s announcement about another event I’ve been selected to participate in this month!

Do you want to be a part of a street team? Join mine!


I’ve updated the Facebook cover in my street team. What do you think? Are you not a part of my team yet? I’d love for you to join us! There are no minimum participation requirements, but there are lots of chances for you to win exclusive prizes, give your input for future book covers, read for review and talk books with other readerly people like you!

If you’re at all interested, feel free to join the closed group on Facebook and check it out. You’re free to leave the group at any time, but why would you?! It’s a judgment-free zone and we’re all there to have a little fun. We leave drama where it belongs–in our fiction!


Who wants to be a BETA READER?

This is it… the last call for beta readers.

If you want a chance to beta read this much anticipated erotic thriller of the year, you must sign up today!

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I’m searching for beta readers for my newest story! If you have a love for dark, twisted romances, or suspenseful erotic thrillers, maybe you’ll be interested in joining my beta team for this one.

The book:

If you’re interested in applying, please fill out this quick questionnaire to help me choose the right candidates for this project. Please understand these 7 simple questions are designed to create a beta team covering many different reader profiles. Your honesty is appreciated.


PLAYING HOUSE, A Black Widow Novel


 She’s only playing. He’s playing for keeps.

My name is Clarisse Blackwell. With nothing left to lose, I am a dangerous woman. There’s a reason they call me the Black Widow. My boyfriend died trying to kill me and my husband died trying to save my life.

Destroyed by grief and consumed by an urge to bring revenge so passionately, darkness devours my soul. A master of persuasion, I trick and tease, reducing a grown man to trembling knees to make him see what it’s like to be me. He’ll learn the hard way, as you will, that my sweet revenge only feeds the dark thrill of causing others pain.

Lying. Cheating. Stealing. It’s what I do. You think you know me? You don’t, and neither does the man whose life mustn’t be worth living anymore. Our relationship is like an explosion set to detonate on my command. He thinks he knows me. His mistake. He thinks he’s different. He doesn’t believe I’m cursed. I’ll make him believe.

Lives will end, minds will be blown, and one thing is for certain:

the Black Widow will strike again.

Visit here to read an excerpt.