Sizzle Book 1 in the st. martin family saga: emergency responders:
A Louisiana fireman, St. Martin liked his hoses bound tight and his women bound tighter. Heâd not had a traditional relationship in years and was positive heâd found the answer to all his needs and desires: The Hoodoo PotâBaton Rougeâs elite members only sex and bondage club.
Ivey had escaped the clutches of her evil ex, but still she constantly looked over her shoulder. That is, until she met Clay. At six feet five, he was a king among men. Sheâd certainly like to be his queen.
Heâd rescued her from a hurricaneâs lashing winds and rising water, but his first mistake was in bringing her home. Yet sheâd had nowhere to go. A bigger mistake would have been not going back for her.
And now neither of them wanted her to leave. The only thing to do was let the storm rage outside while they focused on the personal storm raging between their bodies.
A storm that was advancing on their hearts.
Sieze Book 2 in the St. Martin Family Saga: Emergency Responders:
liked his job as Sheriff of East Baton Rouge Parish. He liked the town and the townâs women, some said too much, but heâd never heard any of them complain. He wasnât interested in monogamy, a fact most single women in town had come to understand. He loved his family and friends and when his best friend, Clay, needed his help, he jumped at the chance to use his skills as a former Marine Corps field extraction expert.
While Augie thrived when life ran calm and controlled, his current situation was anything but. had entered his life and dumped it on its head. To top it off, she was so not his type. He preferred large breasted Southern blondes with experience in the sack. Mia was slim, Canadian, and to his utter disbelief, a twenty five year old virgin.
When Mia woke, she had a new name, and a new ring. She just hoped like hell sheâd not missed the wedding consummation.
Surge Book 3 in the St. Martin Family Saga: Emergency Responders:
family took in when, at the age of seventeen, heâd lost his parents. The St. Martins were the only family he had. When his connection with Clara developed into something stronger, he couldnât feel remorseful. What he did feel was warmth, hope, and love. Ten years later it was time to tell the familyâhe wouldnât let their love be a lie any longer.
When he came to live with them, Clara knew one day sheâd marry him. She just didnât know her family wouldnât be on board with the plans. Sure, Jackson was much older than her and yeah, theyâd jumped the gun on intimacy, but sheâd needed Jacksonâs touch that day and heâd needed hers. They planned to marry once he finished medical school, but when Claraâs brother found out about their two-year relationship he beat the good doctorâs face until he was unrecognizable.
Jackson couldnât see a way they could be together and she wouldnât have to make a choice between him and her family. He knew what it was to go through life without the support of family and he wouldnât let her choose him over the St. Martins.
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By day Iâm training young women to become speech therapists. At night I sip red wine, dial down all distractions, and sink into the fictional worlds I create. Good tunes on my iPod are a must. I get so caught up in my characters that I truly wish the male hero would materialize in the flesh; especially when I see the cover imageâ¦I swoon.
I have spent the past several years working as a university instructor. My students are young adult females so Iâm constantly running plot lines and book covers by them. They make a great beta team! I love my job at the university but there is something I love even more. . . romance novels. I'll read any genre as long as there are steamy sex scenes and the standard issue HEA ending. Initially I was drawn in by the escape and sweeping emotion of it all, so much so, I began to create my own fictional world.
Since I worked during the day my nights were consumed with writing. I was powerless to stop the stories that wanted to be freed from my mind. I actually started to get mixed up. I would think something I wrote at night was something I had said during the working day and vice versa. My friends were worried for my sanity but I assured them I had not gone mad, I was just writing. Once I started I wrote upwards of 3,000 words per day.
It was in the early millennium when I became brave enough to share my stories with others. I began to post my stories on fiction websites and then something marvelous happenedâI was followed by hundreds of eager readers. I loved my followers and their kind words helped motivate me.
These days I am writing books and Iâve learned some things about myself during the process. I like to write series novels because I have trouble letting go. I like a little plot with my . Call it what you will, but I have to have a good story in which to sink my teeth. If I start writing a story I have to finish it, even if itâs terrible.
My dog is my muse and when he tilts his forehead at me and blinks his large black eyes questioningly at me, I think he is worried I've been sucked into the wormhole of the very fiction that I write. I appreciate his concern but I have yet to fall down the rabbit hole. Here's to everyone else in my boat, may our voyage become a permanent destination.
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