Monday, August 31, 2015

Excerpt #2 from Homeland Security

As promised, here is the second of three excerpts from my new book being released tomorrow. Homeland Security is the second book in the Defenders of Love series.

Excerpt #2

In another place, under other circumstances, silk, satin and lace rubbing up on him would have been a turn on. At one in the morning, in a building that smelled of dust and must, nothing got turned on except his allergy response. He needed an antihistamine and a cup of coffee in the worst way. And maybe a sandwich. Or some fried chicken. His stomach rumbled at the thought of hot, moist fried chicken and buttermilk biscuits. He had missed dinner, after all.

He caught Katie's eye over a display of animal print push up bras. His blood warmed pleasantly as she smiled at him. A hunger of a different sort clenched in his gut.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I know it's late but I can't stomach the thought of anything that man touched on my skin. I want to grab a couple of things to hold me until I can get to the mall."

"Take your time. You might not be able to go home for a few days so grab what you need," Kaiden responded with more conviction than he felt. He nodded at a leopard print push-up in front of him. "That looks nice." It would look real nice on Katie. Forget about his allergy response, everything started to warm up.

"Agent James! I had no idea you had such a wild side to you!"

"I'm not all business all the time you know. And please, call me Kaiden already. I am pretty sure we have gone beyond formal. Not every woman I meet gives me a sponge bath." He winked at her as a blush formed on her cheeks.

"We probably shouldn't discuss that. Nurse-patient privilege or something." She reached for a deep emerald satin and lace set that would look like the jewel of the same tone against her creamy skin and bring out the green in her hazel eyes.

"I don't think there is any such thing. Besides, it's something I certainly enjoy thinking about."

He watched as the flush in her cheeks darkened by at least three shades. Kaiden couldn't help but wonder if Nurse Katie had ever thought about him. Of course not, you idiot, she was engaged! Still, during his stay in the hospital they had definitely shared a flirtation. Apparently it ended at flirting since she had a boyfriend the entire time. The pain meds had probably colored the experience, making it something more in his mind than it had actually been.

"All right then it must be off-limits for a secret agent to discuss such things with a suspect."

Kaiden laughed. "There is nothing secret about this agent. You know who I am and what I do and I'm fairly certain the only thing you are guilty of is bad judgment in men."


Homeland Security will be $0.99 for a limited time upon release!

Don't forget Witness Protection is also on sale this week.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

New Release- Book 2 in the Defenders of Love series- An Excerpt

The James men are back and not looking for love...until love finds one of them...

Available on Tuesday (9/1/15)- Book 2 in the Defender's of Love series


Here's a little excerpt for you...(I'll post a second one tomorrow and a third on Tuesday, release day!)

The heavy door swung open. Fully expecting another black clad, automatic rifle bearing commando like the ones that had dragged her from her apartment, Katie's jaw dropped when a tall, broad frame wearing a tuxedo filled the space. His form almost completely blocked out any light from the hallway. Katie sucked in a breath.
"Good evening, Ms. McCoy." Tuxedo man stepped through the door, not making eye contact as he studied the file in his hand.
He didn't have to introduce himself. She knew exactly who he was. Oh crap. Would he remember her?
"I'd shake your hand or curtsy or something if I weren't attached to this stupid table." Katie scowled for effect but he still wasn't looking at her. Instead, he chuckled as he settled himself in a chair opposite hers, stretching his long legs underneath the table.
"Don't worry, Miss. Despite the fact that I missed a delicious prime rib dinner this evening I will not bite you." That explained the tux.
"You mean you don't always dress that way for an interrogation? Don't I feel special now?" she snapped, unable or unwilling to bite back the sarcasm as she sat as far back in her chair as she could.

Finally he looked at her. She saw the quick gleam of recognition before it disappeared.
He knew who she was.
"See anything you like?" Katie grumbled, resisting the urge to squirm under his blue gaze.
"What's your name?" the man asked casually, although Katie knew casual had nothing to do with it.
"You know my name. You just used it. Stop trying to butter me up and get down to business. I'm sure you know everything about me. I mean, I doubt those commandos of yours kidnap random women for fun on a Friday night. Or maybe they do?" She noticed the man watching her with the slightest hint of a smile.
"Are you always so defensive?" He eyed her again, as if seeing straight into her soul.
Her blood started to percolate a little in her veins under the intensity of his scrutiny. Aggravation, that's all. What other explanation could there be for the sudden rise in her internal temperature.
"McCoy. My name is Katie McCoy. And only when I have been kidnapped by a bunch of Special Forces wanna-be's. That tends to ruffle my feathers a bit, Mr…?" Two could play his game.
"James. Agent James."
"Your mother not like you much?"
He eyed her questioningly. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"She named you 'Agent', so she must not have liked you very much."
The man chuckled and she almost smiled in return until she went to push a stray hair behind her ear and realized handcuffs still held her to the steel table.
"It's Kaiden, Ms. McCoy. Agent Kaiden James."
"Agent of what agency?"
"Well, aren't you full of questions tonight?" He winked at her as he leaned back in his chair.
Katie scowled at him across the small space. "I always have a lot of questions when I am dragged from my home in my pajamas in the middle of the night."
Agent Kaiden James looked at his watch. The same military style, digital type Nathan used to wear. Katie scowled again. The memory of her ex-fiancé was not what she needed to be thinking about.
"It's barely nine in the evening, Ms. McCoy. I would hardly call it the middle of the night. Do you always dress for bed at dinner time?"
"I wasn't exactly expecting any company," she shot back.
"No, I suppose you weren't." He fiddled with his watch again, eyes narrowing as he studied the illuminated face. She didn't remember him being so pensive the last time they had met. Of course he had been under the influence of some strong narcotics. When would he admit that he knew her?
"Why am I here, Agent James?"
"Please, call me Kaiden."
"Fine, Kaiden, why am I here?'
"Do you really expect me to believe that you have no idea why you are here?"
"Yes, I do. Apparently making a frozen pizza is a capital offense in this part of the world."

Sale Alert!  On release day, both Homeland Security AND Witness Protection will be available for only $0.99 each! As always, both are free on Kindle Unlimited as well.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Cover Reveal - Sean's Sweetheart

Trust me when I say, you have got to read this book.

Scheduled for release on September 14th as an Amazon exclusive, I have already read it three times and I would easily read it three more times.

Look at this beautiful cover... doesn't it make you want to take a ride off into the sunset with that man?

Believe me, when you read this book, you will fall in love with Sean.

Sean has spent five years cleaning up his life. He’s shoved his past behind him and focused all his energy into building his club, Garden. He has no room in his life for women. Even if he did, falling for a sweet, naïve younger woman isn’t in his plans. But from the moment he rescues Talia from the asshat harassing her in his club, she brings out more than his protective nature.

Sean’s older, tattooed, and a definite no-go according to her family. Yet Talia can’t keep him off her mind. After hiding her true self for too long, Sean’s quiet strength soothes and encourages her. And Talia’s tired of ignoring what she wants; she knows what she needs. Sean tries to resist, but her persistence is stronger than his will.

When a stalker leaves photos and notes on Talia’s car, Sean learns how far he will go to protect the woman who means everything to him. But sometimes protection means more than fists and violence. Can Sean and Talia survive when the past resurfaces and threatens Talia’s life?

Check it out on Goodreads now-

Preorder your copy here:  

Sean's Sweetheart

Just to get you thinking about it, here's a little excerpt. I'll be sneaking in a couple more prior to release day...

Talia laughed and nudged his knee with her own. When he glanced over at her, she smiled and ducked her head. She slid a little closer to him and laid her head against his shoulder. He moved to put his arm around her and her muscles tensed. Slipping his arm around her waist, he drew her up against him. He shouldn't hold her like this. Already too attached to her, he needed to keep his distance. But a few minutes couldn't hurt, right?

He was just making sure she wasn't cold. That was it. "You warm enough?"

"Mmmhmm," she murmured. She relaxed into his side and brought her hand up to rest on his chest. He ached for her to slide that little hand inside his shirt like she did the night they met.

She brought her gaze up to meet his in the flickering light of the fire. "Sean, I have to ask…"

He brought his hand up to cup her cheek. She closed her eyes, leaned into his touch, and he groaned. Her soft curves pressed against his side when she shifted against him. She tugged at his neck, pulling his head down toward her. Even a saint couldn't resist her when that little tongue darted out, licking her lips in anticipation.

And he was no saint.

About the author:

*She is amazing!*

As a busy mother of five, Allie sneaks time to write between breakfast and tickles. Always a Kentucky girl at heart, she currently makes her home near Nashville.

You can find Allie online at:

 ***One last thing...Make sure you check back this week for the information on my new release coming September 1st! 

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

New Murder Mystery - "Witness Through TIme"

You don't want to miss this new mystery being released today by author Scott Wieczorek. When I first came across Witness Through Time it was described to me as a murder mystery with a hint of paranormal. Paranormal can mean so many things I really had no idea what to expect.

What you can expect- a book you absolutely can not put down. Right from the first couple of pages, the mystery is there. I love a book that literally sucks me into the story and makes me believe I am the main character. Mr. Wickzorek accomplishes this easily with his character Glory. To me, the hallmark of a good story teller is a book that you think about even when you aren't reading it. My time to read is at night, before I go to bed. All day long I find my mind wandering back to the story, anticipating what will happen as the story unfolds. The very best part? I am completely unable to predict the next event.

Meet the lady herself: Glory Parker

 Glory Parker is the heroine of a new paranormal murder/mystery novel by author Scott Wieczorek. She is joining us here today to discuss a little bit about herself and the new novel. So please give her a warm welcome.

 Q: So tell us about yourself.

My name is Glory Parker and my author named me in honor of his mother by using her middle name. I am originally from Boston, Massachusetts, and absolutely love New England in the fall. There is no greater place on earth for me than that. I just moved to a small town on the craggy Maine coast called Cragg's Head Cove to live with my sister and brother-in-law. Things weren't going so well for me in Boston. The dot-com I worked for went belly-up, and my life started falling apart. I needed a change of scenery and pace. So I packed up my life and moved.

Q: How are things working out for you?

Now that I've moved? I guess things are looking up. I live with my sister, brother-in-law, and niece, got a job at the local police station, and have a new love interest. I can't really complain.

Q: Love interest? Tell us about him.

His name is Jim. He is a police officer and we've only had a couple dates. But so far things seem to be looking good. He's a nice guy. And trust me, that's a refreshing change from the jerks I met in the city. I hope he turns out to be a keeper.

Q: So what's this about a special ability?

I'm not too sure about it myself. It still seems to be developing. For some strange reason, I can see things from the past. But not like in my mind's eye, or anything. Like I am there. In the moment. Living it! It's so strange, and it is taking some getting used to.

Q: So tell us a little about your new home. Tell us a little about Cragg's Head Cove.

Cragg's Head Cove is a small college town on the coast of Maine. Downeast, near Ellsworth. It's not too far from Bar Harbor, either. The college in town, Charlotte College, has become a year-round backbone to the community when the tourists are off-season. But then again, it's Maine—Vacationland. Tourists are almost never off-season.

The scenery is spectacular, and the people are nice. They've become accustomed to people from away, and thanks to the college, there are plenty of transplants, too. I like it. It has a much more laid-back pace compared to Boston. It's nice.

Q: Any plans on making this a permanent move?

I don't know. I'd like to. Things seem to be looking up for me here. I have a good job, my family close by, and a little romance. So long as things to fall apart—sure, why not.

Q: Can you tell us a little bit about the new novel you're in?

Witness Through Time? Yeah. It's great. I play the heroine in the story and I have to say, there's not a dull moment. From the beginning, it's go—go— go. Of course, I can't give away any details. If you want spoilers, you'll have to read the book. But it's a blast.

 Q: One last question—What was one of the most embarrassing things your author did to you?

Most embarrassing? Let me think about that. I would have to say nearly drowning to death with my arm trapped in a cliff has to rank right up there. I have never felt so helpless before in my life, and that's not like me. I'm usually one tough character. But my author found a way so that I actually truly needed someone else. I have to say, it's a first for me.

Thank you Glory for joining us. For those of you just joining in, this has been an interview with Glory Parker from the new novel Witness Through Time by Scott Wieczorek.

When Glory Parker moves to the bucolic locale of Cragg's Head Cove, Maine, she uncovers a mystery that has remained unsolved for more than fifteen years—the disappearances of four college students with the perpetrator still on the loose. As the mystery unfolds around her, she becomes aware of her strange new ability to pierce the veil of time.
Can Glory solve the mystery before more people disappear?

In case that hasn't convinced you that you need to read this book, here is a little excerpt to entice you:

The glow of her headlights caught a gleam of metal ahead in the distance. A car was pulled over to the roadside. Could it be Jim? Did he decide not to head in to the station, but to wait for her? As she approached, the car came more clearly into view—definitely not Jim's.
Parked askew, it appeared the driver had pulled over in haste. The car's headlights remained on, but its taillights sat dark. She couldn't understand why someone would drive and abandon a car in such a dangerous way at night.
Against all her instincts and better judgment, she pulled off the road, grabbed her cell phone, and shut off her car. As it sputtered to a stop, it became apparent the other driver hadn't turned his engine off. Had something terrible happened? Its occupants couldn't be too far away. She reached into her center console and removed a flashlight before stepping out into the chilly night air.
She dialed Jim's number, hoping he still had his cell phone handy, but groaned at the dead air against her ear. A glance at the screen told her all she needed to know—no bars. How could that even be? She'd just received a text from Jim mere moments ago. She sighed, debating whether to drive a little further up the road to find better reception, or a phone booth. But something tugged at her; people probably needed help, and she couldn't just leave them here. With a shiver flitting up her spine, she stuffed the phone in her pocket and closed her car door.
As she stepped toward the embankment, the hackles stood on her neck. Something about the whole scene seemed wrong. Except for the low idle of the car, an eerie solitude settled about the place; not even the tree frogs croaked their mating songs in the night.
A scream pierced the stillness. She knew the sound—it didn't belong to any kind of animal; it belonged to a woman. She pulled her phone from her pocket. She dialed Jim's number again—still no reception.
Whipping her flashlight around, she pointed it to where the sound came from. Of course, it needed to be down the embankment. She slipped her phone into her pocket again; she would check for reception again later.
With a deep breath, she made her way down the steep roadside to the leaf-littered forest floor below. A quick examination of the slope as she went revealed another fresh path cut through the leaves, and snapped branches. Someone had crashed through here at high speed. Another scream caught her attention—a female voice, and definitely in trouble. Glory broke into a sprint, following the voice. She ran through the woods, branches whipping her face and brush grabbing her ankles.
"Somebody! Help me!"
The girl's scream sounded loud and clear. Something crashed in the leaves ahead, followed by a groan and sounds of struggle.
"Let me go, you bastard." The girl's voice echoed through the woods.
"Shut up!" The angry voice belonged to a male.
As her feet crashed through the leaves, she heard something like a meaty thud.
Glory stopped dead in her tracks, reached for her phone, and dialed 9-1-1. She pressed send—nothing again. Crap! She must still be in a dead spot. The irony struck her. If she didn't do something soon, then this would certainly be a dead spot for the girl. She needed to help—one way or another. Glory crept up, extinguishing her flashlight. She followed the sounds of struggle pierced by the girl's sobs and squeals.
"Yeah," said the male voice, "you go ahead and cry. Ain't nobody gonna help you." Glory could hear from the sound of his voice that he was enjoying himself.
The girl wailed, her voice carrying through the barren trees. The sharp clap of an open-handed slap echoed through the dark. Another wail flew into the night.
Glory could see the pair on the ground. The mousy young brunette girl lay on her back with a young man of average build atop her. He wore a backward baseball cap and Glory couldn't see his face. They wrestled around as he tried to pin her hands at her sides. She wriggled her hand free and tried to punch him, but he grabbed her wrist, trapping it again.
She scanned the ground for anything she could use as a weapon. Ten feet to her right, lay a long, thick branch, about four-feet in length. Her heartbeat thrummed in her ears. Sidling like a crab, she slid her phone in her pocket and picked it up, creeping toward them.
Before she could reach them, though, the male straightened up, bellowing in pain. He clutched a hand to his face. Blood covered one of the girl's hands.
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About the author:

Scott Wieczorek is a professional archaeologist working in the American Middle-Atlantic region. He has written numerous short stories and several full-length novels ranging from science fiction to paranormal mystery to horror. In addition, he writes reviews of books by Independent authors. Samples of his work are available on his blog at

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Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Vacation Is Over

After a couple of weeks of downtime, the last few days have been pretty busy and exciting! In July I released my new novella Tormented on Amazon. Check out the beautiful cover a very talented cover artist created for me:

Yesterday Tormented, a romantic suspense with military man and businesswoman turned cowgirl, was listed as the Impulse Buy of the week by author Liana Brooks.  Check it out here and say "Hi" to Liana while you are there. She is a fantastic writer.

Liana Brooks

Now for the really big news. As some of you may know, the publisher for my romantic mystery Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos closed its doors May 1st. Since then Undercover  and the rest of the Secret Lives series has been in a bit of a limbo. Last month I pitched the second book in the series to several publishers during a Twitter pitch event. (Very cool! I had to convince people to read my book in a 140 character Tweet.) I had some interest, which in itself was really exciting but one publisher not only asked to read that book but also Undercover. A couple of days later they offered me a contract on the entire series! As of this morning, I signed said contract and now have a home for my series. I'll keep you posted as I have more to report.

With just a month left before I go back to work for my 15th year in teaching, I have a great deal of work to get done on the writing front. I'm twenty thousand words into my new work in progress and believe it or not, it's not a mystery. More on that later as well.

Finally, if you are looking for a little something to steam up the dog days of summer check out this new adult novel by Allie Kincheloe:

Click here to check it out