Monday, October 28, 2013


The second book in my A Perfect Secret Series is revealed! Boone and Verity have a rocky, romantic, tough, heartbreaking journey to make. My second Outlaw brother is more sensitive, intuitive, heroic, and down right hawt!

More information will be revealed about their family; what might have happened to their father; and Boone's troubled past.

Here is the second cover. And, I'm thrilled to present it to you all.

Thank you so much to Julie at A Tale of Many Reviews Tours for arranging the cover reveal today. If you see it around, please comment, retweet and share so we can get the word out to everyone.

  This cover was designed by the fabulous Sarah Hansen at Okay Creations.

Please take a moment to add A Perfect Mistake to your Goodreads Shelf!

Genre:  New Adult Mystery

Release Date:  December 22, 2013


 How can they have a future when their past is based on a lie?

The perfect preacher’s daughter, Verity Fairchild, has something that only she and God know about and she wants to keep it that way. Her mistake was easy to keep secret when she was out of town, but now that she's come back to Hope Parish for the summer, she comes face-to-face with the guy responsible for it all. Boone Outlaw nearly ruined everything for her and despite the fact that he's now working at her father's church, she's determined to stay as far away from him as possible.

Boone Outlaw doesn't understand Verity's anger towards him. He barely knows her. In high school she was Holy Mary Verity and she was off limits - except in his dreams where Verity seems way too real. Most of the time he was wasted in high school, not the type of boy Verity would ever look at twice, but he can’t shake the feeling that something might have happened between them. He’s going to break his own rules to get the answers he needs straight from Verity.

What will Verity do when she finds something in Boone that she never knew existed and her perfect mistake is the only thing that could stand between them and their happiness? Will she sacrifice Boone to keep her secret?



Please don't let it be Boone Outlaw

I whispered that like a prayer.

When I heard the car behind me, my first thought was thank God. I knew absolutely nothing about changing a flat tire. I could probably have figured it out, though. But when I turned around at the sound of the truck pulling up behind me, I saw in bold white letters stenciled on the side of the truck, Outlaw Landscaping.  I groaned. The anger I tried to keep under wraps surged up.

I guess the odds that it wasn't Boone just weren't in my favor. I was on the road home and Boone was working for my father. He was bound to be heading to work right about now.

I had watched him almost every day from my window doing his sketching, planning out his work and I was struck by how much he’d changed since high school. Then, his hair had been long, too long. The black silk had obscured his face and always seemed to be in his eyes.

The anger I wanted to hide from him welled up in me and I cursed my stupid car, the tire and whatever had pieced it straight to hell.

“Need a hand?”

“No,” I blurted out too abruptly and too harshly. Boone’s blue eyes narrowed as he took in the jack and the other piece of the jack I hadn’t yet figured out.

He came up beside me and my skin tingled at his nearness. Damn Boone and his gorgeous hide. He sauntered past me. Boone always seemed to do that. Move slow and sexy. He would have to be wearing a tank top and those sinfully tight jeans. They molded to his backside and left nothing to a girl’s imagination. His biceps stood out even though his arms were relaxed, his chest had filled out in the year I had been away, and his voice had deepened even more. He squatted down and surveyed the damage to my tire.

"Verity, you have the jack backwards," he said it matter-of-factually without any condescension.

"I would have figured it out," I snapped.

He turned to look up at me, his eyes a startling blue in his handsome face. Wait. That wasn't exactly right. Boone was beautiful. All that dark, shaggy hair, his broad shoulders tapering down to his lean waist, and the muscles that bunched in his thighs. I didn't want to notice. I wanted to hate everything about him.

"There's no need to get snappy, girl."

 "I'm not a girl." I huffed out. What I had gone through in the past year had irrecoverably changed me into a woman. I had groceries in the car. Ice cream. I’d be a fool not to accept his help. “All right,” I said grudgingly.

He glanced back at me and I abruptly averted my eyes. Even though I was so pissed at him, he made my insides jingle jangle. What he did to me last summer just couldn't be forgiven.

Suddenly thunder rumbled and I looked up. “Great, a storm.”

“It always storms here, Verity.”

I wished he wouldn’t say my first name. It always made my stomach jolt the way his soft, unhurried Southern accent wove around the syllables.

"Get in the car. I'll take care of this for you." He didn't even give me a chance to respond, just turned his back and started to fix the jack. I murmured something about a damn, pushy Outlaw and stalked past him to my car, wrenched the door open and huffed myself inside. Slamming it didn't alleviate the mad that was hammering through me or the attraction that was humming along my nerve endings. It started to pour and I bit my lip. Why did he have to be such a Good Samaritan? It made me feel like such a colossal bitch. But I was the victim here. After what he put me through, I didn’t want to be in his presence another moment. I was determined not to let all his charm affect me.

I watched in the rearview, hoping and praying he would just fix my tire and get the message and leave. The memory of the Graduation Party last year intruded on my thoughts. Boone had been there, wasted as usual, looking so delectable and forbidden, my stomach clenched from the memory.

With a rush like the sound of a waterfall, the skies opened with a heavy deluge.

I sat in the car waiting for him to be done. When the passenger door opened and he slipped inside, my head whipped around. Boone, all soaking wet, six feet, two inches of sexy, angry Outlaw settled into my seat.

“What the hell! You’re getting my seat all wet!”

"You're freaking welcome, Verity." He glared at me, something I'd never experienced until just now. It seemed that everyone had a breaking point and I just pushed the wrong button on Boone.

“Why are you pissed off at me, Verity?”

“Thanks for fixing my tire, but I’ve got ice cream in the back seat for the church social and I have to get it home.” My voice was not at all sincere. It was flat, the anger coloring it even though I tried with all my might to keep it out. All I had to do was get through this summer with my parents, convince my father to let me go to college, and blow out of Suttontowne like it was nothing but a bad memory.

He just stared at me for what felt like an eternity.

"What the f**k. You aren't going to answer me."

"I'm not angry at you." I said like an idiot. It was so clearly blatant that I was madder than hell at Boone. He was intelligent and perceptive. Of course, he knew I was lying through my teeth.

His black hair was wet and clinging to his cheekbones, a frisson of heat settled in my gut as droplets of water slipped over his finely formed lips. The t-shirt he wore clung to his hard chest and I could see the muscles delineated there, his skin glistening.

The tension in the car shifted and my eyes fused to his. His chest was heaving and I found that my breathing was more shallow.

"I didn't take you for a liar, Verity."

No, he only took me past the danger zone. I said nothing. I had too much to say and it was all trapped in my throat, in my chest, and in my heart.

He swore softly, pulling his eyes away from me and dropping his head. All of a sudden and completely against my will, I had the urge, no the craving to reach over and send my fingers into all that wet, tumbled mess of midnight black. Tears pricked my eyes and I promised myself I wouldn't shed one more tear over Boone. “Nothing and no one in this town ever changes,” he growled under his breath. He opened the passenger door and glared at me again. “You would think I’d be used to it by now.” He stood in the rain and gave me such a heartbreaking look and the tears gathered anyway. I couldn't help but be affected by it.

He turned then, slamming the door and stalked away. I watched him in my rearview mirror as he kicked dirt and stones on the side of the road, got back into his truck and peeled off.

Tears slipped down my cheeks. I guess my promise to myself was broken. For a split second, I remembered Boone at that party, and guilt and shame washed through me.

Boone Outlaw ruined my life. There wasn’t any way I was cutting him any slack.

Friday, October 18, 2013


Brave is proud to be a part of The 12 NA's of Christmas
12 New Adult Novellas. 12 Bestselling Authors.

I was extremely fortunate to be invited to participate in this collection of Christmas novellas by some of the best voices in New Adult Contemporary Romance!

There are 12 novellas for you to devour and you'll want them all. Yup, you're going to need a much bigger stocking this Christmas.

I am immensely proud of this book. It's not your typical romance. It's tense, gripping, and heartbreaking. There's a lot of darkness here, but the message is that love is the biggest, most potent healing force on the planet.

I was blown away by the talent of Sarah Hansen when she presented me with this beautiful cover! Thank you, Sarah for your creative moxie. So without further ado, here is Brave.

This cover was designed by the fabulous Sarah Hansen at Okay Creations

Please take a moment to add Brave to your Goodreads Shelf

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

Release Date:  November 1, 2013


In the season of hope, in the season of giving…

How far would you go for your friend?

Alissa Thompson has been the good girl her whole life. Her uninterested parents don’t understand her hopes and dreams. But this Christmas when her steadfast childhood friend Charlie needs her more than ever, she can’t back down. Crossing the line means being braver than she has ever been in her life. It means changing and growing and taking a stand.

Dakota Gray was brave in the face of debilitating fear. But he lost himself in that blood soaked day and has shunned everything he once knew. Now shattered and broken, he hides out in isolation, his wounds beyond healing. His heart closed, his emotions buried, he’s a man on the edge of self-destructing. Little does he know that courage would be found in another searching for the strength to be brave.

Now snowbound in the Colorado Rockies one week before Christmas, Alissa thought this was about her journey and her friend, about setting him free. But from the moment she meets Dakota, she learns about what real bravery is all about. What real love is all about. But is the season enough, her courage enough, her love enough to heal this hero’s brave heart and in the end set herself free?

Here are all the other covers! Now where is that huge stocking I just bought!


See them all here!



I turned to reach for my shirt. She was about 20 yards away, too far to shout and be heard above the wind. Her long white blonde hair rippled like the flutter of angels wings against the backdrop of winter white. Distracted by her and why she was here, I dropped my axe. Trudging through the new powder, she trailed a backpack, slogging slowly towards the cliff through the fresh snow. Anger boiled through me and my shackled demons laughed.

Not a woman. Not here. I couldn’t bear it

If I lost my numbness, my equilibrium, it was open season on me.

Even this glimpse of her disturbed my peace, and I desperately needed my peace. Heavy snow obscured my vision and, with a shot to my heart, I realized I couldn’t see the horizon.

The blizzard was already here. The snow blanketed everything. It had blindsided me. The monster was here.

I quickly headed toward the cliff, cutting our distance in half. Why was she on my property, and what did she want? Didn’t she realize that this was private land!?

I was just about to call out. I had almost made it to her when I heard her piercing scream. She must have gone over the cliff! And I was too far away to help.

I stopped dead. That scream echoed in my head, mingling with the screams, shouts, and gunfire that came boiling out from behind the locked door in my mind. I looked around and the snow vanished. I was surrounded by people running, screaming and dying, their blood flowing like water. A voiceless panic hung at the back of my throat. My head hurt. I could hear my own pulse in my ears. The dread in me escalated suddenly to cold-sweat terror. I clenched my teeth against a moan of fear and dropped to my knees. I would have prayed if I could have uttered a word past my frozen lips.

The man from my nightmares was there, his flattened, broken nose, the scar that ran from the corner of his mouth. I knew his pockmarked face as well as I knew my own face in the mirror. As vividly as the endless nights of beatings and torture at his cruel hands. I was chained and I couldn’t move. The manacle cut into my wrist as I fought to get free. I couldn’t get to her. She was too far away. My head ached from the butt of the rifle that drove me to my knees. I couldn’t get to her, save her…I promised…Elsa! Death breathing on the back of my neck, it was so close. I covered my ears, but it did no good, the screams were trapped inside my head. I could still hear them, see her face, see what they were doing to her. The horror and the helplessness crashed into me. Stop it! Stop it! I can’t bear it.

My skin was burning with cold as I came to awareness lying in the snow in a fetal position. The fury and the terror ebbed away like that fading scream. The woman! The cliff. My training kicked in and I staggered to my feet and ran.

God, please don’t let her be dead at the bottom.

Monday, October 14, 2013



Ah, the last of my dog park babes, but not the least. Harper. Here's her story and how she finds her happily ever after because here that's what I'm all about. She meets her match in rough and tumble Caleb Shaw. You might need an oven mitt for your e-reader as it's going to get overheated.

There will be a release event from October 21st-26th, so if you're interested in participating, you can sign up here at:

But this isn't the end. Oh, no. I've got four wedding novellas for you coming up with Poe's wedding day and honeymoon in Fetched, out October 28th. Then there will be Ian, Conner, Aiden, Jesse, Nate, and finally Mak and their poor, but tough and challenging heroines. These heroes put the word alpha into AlphaGroup Investments. And let's not forget the dogs--we've got a Great Dane, Doberman, Bearded Collie, Chihuahua, Golden Retriever, Weimaraner/pitbull mix, Border Collie, along with many other breeds and maybe a cat or two. I'm sure there will be more engagements and marriages coming up as I go into the second set of books. And, what's to stop me from going into a third set and a fourth, etc. Bwahahahahah! Nothing!

This cover was designed by the fabulous Robin at Robin Ludwig Designs, Inc

Please take a moment to add Collared to your Goodreads Shelf

Genre: Contemporary Romance, light mystery

Release Date:  October 14, 2013


Diamonds are a dog’s best friend.

Harper Sinclair discovers that her champion, award-winning standard poodle, Ch. Edgewood Sky High Blue is missing her $50,000 diamond dog collar that was given to her by Harper's eccentric, indulging grandmother along with valuable pieces of jewelry. Harper calls the robbery division of the NYPD and reports the thefts. The detective they send is surly and tough with a pair of brown eyes that make even this calm, cool socialite's lungs claw for air.

Rough and tumble Detective Caleb Shaw has better things to do than run over to the penthouse of a frigging socialite to find a frigging collar for a frigging pampered poodle---award winning or not. He has real cases to solve, but when he gets a load of the poodle's owner, his interest in the case...heats up. Satin sheets or not, he wants Harper. But there is more to this robbery than the dog collar. Has someone close to Harper pulled an inside job?

Can a lovely socialite collar a hard-boiled detective or are they worlds apart?

Where to buy:

Itunes: Coming soon!


Caleb walked into McGinty’s looking forward to throwing back a few beers, playing a little pool, and catching a few innings of the Yankees on the tube. When he walked in the door there was a mob of guys near the pool table. He’d already sent out feelers regarding Harper’s jewelry and was letting the street work its gritty magic while he hunted down his main snitch, Lang. He smiled at Mickey the bartender and ordered a beer. Mickey slid it down the bar, and Caleb lifted it to his mouth.

But before he could swallow, he sprayed the beer out in utter shock and horror.

The knot of men had opened, and there was Harper Sinclair, bent over the pool table in painted-on jeans and a frilly white top that left her gorgeous shoulders and back bare.

He looked down the length of her body, over the incredible curves of her ass to the backs of her shapely calves, to her three-inch animal skin sandals.

He wanted to devour her, to start at her delectable, full-lipped mouth and inch his way down to her pink, polished toenails.

He set his beer on the bar, while his gaze still wandered around her body. He was hovering on the edge of seducing her. He didn’t think it would take much if that impromptu dance last night was any indication of how much she wanted him.

“F**k,” he said soft and slow under his breath.

“She a friend of yours, boyo?”

“I wouldn’t classify her as a friend.”

“Well, it’s past time she hit the road, don’t ye think?”

“Yes, I do. Leave it to me.”

He strode over there, the anger at her recklessness building with each step. She had no idea how much danger she was in, with half these men being drunken louts and the other half lecherous bastards. He ogled her when they’d first met, but you could bet the rest of them were already at least one giant step ahead of him. He shouldered the men aside and grabbed the pool cue right out of her hand.

Her blue eyes collided with his and his heart ratcheted up a couple notches. Damn…why did she have to do that to him?

“Hey, buddy! You messed up her shot.”

“She’s done,” he said over his shoulder and some of the guys took one look at him and backed off, but there were always men who either weren’t smart enough or were too drunk to recognize the danger they were in.

One of them shoved him. Caleb pivoted and grabbed the guy by the shirtfront, giving him a back down or else look. His best I’m-a-f**king-badass-and-I’ll-f**k-you-up look, that he’d perfected not only on the streets of the Bronx, but also in the mean, unforgiving streets of New York City, as a rookie cop, and now as a detective.

The dude backed off, but in the tussle someone else grabbed Harper, and she let out a soft cry of surprise when the other guy pushed her against the wall.

Caleb’s protective instincts gripped him and he lunged forward, hauling the guy off her. That was it. That was all it took. Harper had these guys so jacked up, it had been only a matter of time before someone threw the first frustrated punch. The whole bar erupted into a free-for-all. Harper was frozen against the wall, her mouth in a little O of surprise, her eyes wide with alarm

A chair came flying out of nowhere straight towards her and Caleb jumped in front of her, grunting as he took the impact against the side of his body. It drove him back a few steps, and he snarled in pain as the chair slammed into his hip and glanced off his injured shoulder. He grabbed at his shoulder and stood there trying to breathe around the agony. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t completely healed. Pain radiated up and down from his shoulder to his calf, his hip throbbing where he’d taken the brunt of the blow. A bottle flew at them and he ducked it, grabbing Harper’s hand and dragging her low.

Trying to will the excruciating pain away, he met her eyes, and the sympathy there made his heart skip a beat. He didn’t need her feeling sorry for him. He rose and started to shove their way to the back alley door. She clutched at him like he was a lifeline.

Someone grabbed her again, and he reacted instantly, ignoring the pain. This time the guy was big, and he didn’t look intimidated by Caleb’s six-two, muscular build.

Then the guy hauled off and punched him in the face. Caleb was thrown sideways, swearing as pain vibrated through his cheekbone and he tasted blood from a cut lip. When he turned back around, he ducked and led with an uppercut, his knuckles stinging, the impact sending more pain into his shoulder, and he clutched it again. The guy was hardly fazed. Damn, this was going to require more than just a punching contest, and he had to get Harper out of there. Now!

The next punch the mountain man threw, Caleb got behind him, grabbing onto his thick neck, and wrapped both arms around the guy’s throat, ignoring his shoulder’s screaming agony. But he held on until the guy’s knees buckled and he passed out. Caleb glanced up to find Harper standing there staring at him like he was as dangerous as a crocodile, her eyes still wide and so blue. He grabbed her hand again and pulled her toward the side exit into the alley. When they exploded out the doors, he swung her around and pressed her back up against the brick wall.

“What the hell did you think you were doing?!” He was beyond pissed. As much because she could have been seriously hurt with all those meatheads in there throwing around punches and chairs and beer bottles. His gut clenched thinking of even a scratch on her.

“You told me to meet you here!” Her eyes were blazing, and he had a feeling some of her reaction was adrenaline

“I wasn’t serious!” He scoffed. She got in his face then, and his breath caught. Geezus! She was lucky he’d stopped by. She would never have gotten out of that bar alive, not with that face and that body and her freaking annoying attitude.

“Well, I was!” She shoved at his chest, but he had no intention of moving away from her just yet, not with all that racket still going on in the bar. The movement dislodged the silky braid thing she had going on with her hair, though, and more hair slid down around her flushed face.

It wouldn’t take much to get all that plaited hair to come tumbling down. And suddenly he was hard-pressed to stay on task.

“Do you hear the ruckus you started in there?” She shoved him again, this time with both hands, but they didn’t budge him an inch. Her eyes blazed blue flame, and he knew it was really messed up that he couldn’t get enough of feeling her fire.

“That wasn’t me!” she yelled. “That was you!”

“You started that bar fight the moment you sashayed in there looking like that.” He gestured with his hand up and down her body.

“Like what? Isn’t this the appropriate attire for a night playing pool?”

Attire?” He ran his hands through his hair. “Unf**kingbelievable! Are you under the impression you were playing ‘billiards’ with gentlemen?”

“They were on their best behavior until you came along and did that snatchy thing with my pool cue.” She realized what he had just said and she made an indignant face. “And what’s wrong with how I’m dressed?  It’s appropriate for a bar.”

He just stared at her, speechless.  Didn’t she get it? She looked so warm and alive. Her mouth so soft. The curve of her jaw so delicate. Her cheeks, the silky fall of the unraveling braid against her throat were he wanted to put his mouth. The wind played with the long strands, dancing on the white ruffles of her top. He planted his hands on his hips to buy time to get a grip, but his chest just grew tighter. She was so female, she had to bring out every primal instinct in any man who looked at her. Including him. Especially him. He wasn’t civilized. He was a cop and he had cut his teeth on the street. Rough, coarse and brusque. He didn’t know how to handle a delicate and refined princess like Harper.

She was elegant, sophisticated and cultured, and he was a guy who ate ravioli out of a can and slept in the buff, for chrissake. He couldn’t have her. Hell, he didn’t even know her, and if she was half as smart as he thought she was, she sure as hell wouldn’t want to know him—and he didn’t blame her. He was no catch, even on a good day, even if she could overlook the fact that he was just a cop. This case that brought them together would eventually be over.

So that just left hot, sweaty, out-of-control sex.

“Everyf**kingthing! Do you have any idea how your ass looks in those jeans, especially when you were bent over the pool table putting it on display for everyone…and that top leaving your shoulders bare! Awww, hell, you could have walked in there wearing a burlap bag. It wouldn’t matter! It’s the way you look.”

She wasn’t just pretty. She was beautiful, and he was insane. There was no other way to account for his slow, unstoppable landslide into desire. It was impossible for any sane man to look at her and not think about satin sheets, naked skin, and getting deep inside her.

“I always look like this!” she shouted, like he’d just insulted her.

“That’s exactly the problem!” he bellowed back. They stood there for a few minutes, both breathing hard.

“You need an escort for that kind of bar, and any fool man who brought you here deserves to be throttled.”

“What? I don’t need an escort.”

“Harper! That’s a rough bar and it was open season on you. I knew you wouldn’t last five minutes.”

“I was playing pool for thirty minutes before you got here!”

“I don’t care!”

She gripped his polo shirt. “Stop yelling at me! You are the most exasperating man I have ever met!”

He got right in her face and shouted. “You are the most exasperating princess I have ever met!” Too close. He was too close, and that was completely the end of his patience. His resolve broke at nothing more than a whisper of her heated breath between them.

With a soft exhalation, he said, “F**k!” and he dropped his mouth on hers, his kiss hard, a bit out of control. She tasted amazing, rich, forbidden, and decadent. Something raw and consuming overtook him. Whether it was a part of his nature or his reaction to the taste of Harper, he didn’t know. He didn’t give a flying f**k. He had to have her. He pressed into her, and her response tightened everything in his body.

Her low sob broke against his mouth, and he shoved his hands into her hair, and all of it came tumbling down, warm and silky. Strands of buttery yellow cascaded over the backs of his hands, jacking up his breathing and the fierceness of his mouth sliding over her lips.

The flowery scent of her filled him like invisible energy with a complex mix of light, wild musk that said “woman” to him, one-hundred-percent pure female. And a deeper, un-nameable element that was simply her. Now that he’d breathed her deep into him, he wasn’t sure he could do without it.

He held her still as his mouth sizzled, hungry, and ravaging against hers. Locking her arms around him, she yielded, melting against him like hot, expensive chocolate, her hands delving into his hair, trailing fire over the nape of his neck. Her touch drove him bonkers.

Widening his stance, Caleb dragged her up against his groin, his dick so hard it ached. He forgot where he was. Forgot who he was and just sank into the sensation of her.

He was so f**king crazy, he told himself. He couldn’t think of a damn thing she’d done to slay him like this. In truth, she hadn’t done anything except be herself, and he might have accused her of being provocative, but that was just her nature. But he was slain at her feet all the same.

He gave himself up to the biggest mistake of his life. He was in so much trouble. He needed somebody to come and save him—because he wasn’t going to save himself.

No f**king way.

Here are the other Going to the Dogs series books

Leashed for Callie and Owen's story (Currently free)

Groomed for Murder for Brooke and Drew's story

Hounded for Poe and Jared's story.

And, here's the first book in my New Adult Romance A Perfect Secret series:

A Perfect Mess

Tuesday, October 8, 2013


Sometimes the best laid plans lead to something even better. It was my intention to include Poe's wedding in Collared. I wrote it, but it just wasn't working in the flow of the story. Also, it was from Harper's point of view and I kept thinking how good it would have been to write it from Poe and Jared's point of view. So, as I was driving into work that morning, I got this gleam of an idea. Why don't I just take it out and make it a wedding novella. Then I could really do the story justice. Viola! Fetched was born. Then the idea just kept steamrolling along. Why don't I do the other three girls and each of their weddings. Bingo! Each wedding novella will include both the wedding and the honeymoon, are short reads of about 10 to 15K and will be released according to the order in which the dog park babes are getting married. These novellas are really meant as a companion read to go along with each of the Going to the Dogs Series books.

Here's the full deets on all the stories in the novella series:

Fetched: Poe and Jared from Hounded
Wedding Venue: Vegas Baby!
When: August
Reception: Sinclair Crowne Resort
Honeymoon Destination: Sinclair Villa, Gozo, Maltese archipelago, Mediterranean Sea - water sports, spectacular views, quaint villages

Tangled: Callie and Owen from Leashed
When: August
Wedding Venue: church where Callie was baptized, Harrison, New York
Reception: Callie's childhood home, backyard, Harrison, New York
Honeymoon Destination: Chile - winter sports in the Andes, cozy fireplaces
Handled: Drew and Brooke from Groomed for Murder
When: October
Wedding Venue: 620 Loft & Garden, New York City
Reception: The River Café, New York City
Honeymoon Destination - Portugal - colorful city, old world architecture, beautiful beaches
Captured: Harper and Caleb from Collared
When: May
Wedding Venue: The Plaza Hotel
Reception: The Plaza Hotel
Honeymoon Destination - Maui, Hawaii  - black sand beaches, Haleakala

Fetched will be releasing on October 28, 2013, two weeks after Collared. Here are the cover and description. Enjoy! ***Update! Had to push the release of this novel due to time constraints, but only by a couple of weeks! It'll be November 11 instead.**

 This cover was designed by the fabulous Robin at Robin Ludwig Designs, Inc

Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy

Release Date:  October 28, 2013


Poe is getting married and she’s having Jared’s baby. She’s gotten her happily ever after, but everything happened so fast, she’s barely had time to take it all in. She’s worried about her ability to be a good mother. Will her doubts overshadow these joyous occasions—her marriage and honeymoon with her sexy cowboy?

But, she’ll have to catch her breath on the run. Before she can say Zombie Apocalypse, she’s off to Vegas where all her friends and family are assembling. They have to put a wedding together in a week. Can the dog park babes come to her rescue to get this hitching to come off without a hitch?

Ah, wait, The Terrible Two are involved.

Here are the other Going to the Dogs series books

Leashed for Callie and Owen's story (Currently free)

Groomed for Murder for Brooke and Drew's story

Hounded for Poe and Jared's story.

And, in case you want to read something else I've written, here's the first book in my New Adult Romance A Perfect Secret series:

A Perfect Mess