Countdown to Witness Protection...5 Days and Counting

Due to the closing of its publisher, Witness Protection has been on sabbatical.

I am excited to announce that Logan and Angelina will find love once more May 31, 2015 sporting a new cover and a new price! 

Swing by Amazon.com on Sunday to check out the new look of Witness Protection!

Spring is Finally on the Horizon!

After nearly two weeks of snow and ice and being home from work/school, things are finally looking up. The boys start baseball this week. The sun is shining and I hear it might be warm enough to wear sandals later this week. Maybe.

The unscheduled vacation was helpful. We used the time to move our oldest son into his own room. After emptying the room, painting it and starting to move things back in, I am excited to see it all come together for both of them.

Know what else I am getting really excited about?

In just four weeks, my second book Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos will be releasing (April 3rd!) in both ebook AND print! I am super excited about this book as it was just so much fun to write.

I can't wait for you all to meet police wife Cyndi and her over protective husband, officer Jason Mills. They have a great story to tell with lots action, excitement, humor and romance. Pre-orders should be available soon. When they are, I will place a link here on this blog. I recently completed the second book in the series. I love it as much as this one and can't wait to get started on the third book.

As it stands, I have to now get back into the hang of a regular schedule again.

Cover Reveal for My April Release!

Congratualtions!

If you read my blog, you are among the first to see the cover for my new book Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos! (If you would like to get future editions delivered right to your email inbox, take a moment and enter your email in the box on the right of the screen.)


It is the first in a new series titled The Secret Lives of Police Wives about a group of police wives who seem to find trouble and fall into solving a mystery where ever they go. There is plenty of humor and mystery, not to mention a good dose of romance in every book.

Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos is set for release in BOTH ebook and print on April 3. When pre-orders become available I will post the link here.

Until then, here is a little sneak peak...

Even a cop's wife has secrets… When young exotic dancers start disappearing, can Cyndi find the missing girls without exposing her own little secret?

Cyndi Mills has a great life. A handsome husband that desires her, a beautiful daughter, and friends she could trust with her life. It's only logical that she secretly takes a job as an exotic dancer at one of Virginia Beach's night clubs.

When dancers start disappearing, Cyndi is determined to get to the bottom of it. Unfortunately, solving the case means her overly protective husband has to know that she has been lying to him for months about where she goes every Friday night. Cyndi has no idea just how deep she will get by going undercover as a confidential informant. Will she risk her marriage to find justice?

Excerpt:

Jason leaned against the counter, arms folded across his chest. She recognized that look immediately. He was doing the cop thing, analyzing her, and she could tell he knew something didn't add up. His left eyebrow rose just a tad higher than the right as he studied her. "Why do you have glitter in your hair?"

Cyndi shook her hair and a shower of glitter rained down on her sweatshirt. Damn. Somehow she had missed a boat load of sparkle. Damn, that stuff got everywhere.

"Jody brought her daughter's costume for a dance recital to work so I could help her fix a tear. It was all covered in sparkles. The damn stuff got on everything. Had to go back over the carpets with the sweeper twice and I'm still not sure we got it all."

Jason continued to stare down at her from his full six feet of height. His stare was laser sharp, his presence imposing. It was no wonder he was so good at catching the bad guy. Hardened criminals squirmed under the intensity of that stare. Hopefully he couldn't see through her despite the fact she felt as transparent as the shower curtain hanging in their bathroom.

"You think Harper is going to want to do that stuff?"

"Harper is four. It's a little early to predict if she will be a dancer or a swimmer or...whatever."

"Yeah, well, I just don't want that glittery stuff all over the house. The guys won't ever let me live it down, I show up to work all sparkly like that." He shook his head.

Cyndi stepped closer to her husband and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm exhausted, honey. How about we go to bed?"

Jason hugged her close. "You gonna wear a little French maid's outfit like you do when you clean those offices?"

"Jason!"

"Can't fault a guy for trying." Jason's grin was a sharp contrast to his earlier scrutiny. He pulled out the neckline of her top and peered down into it. "Come on. I know you gotta wear some kinda uniform!"

Thank God she had changed in to her old white bra from the discount store and left her bustier at work. Stepping back, Cyndi held her arms out and spun around slowly. "You're looking at it, baby. Doesn't my ratty old sweatshirt turn you on?"

"Not as much as a little maid's outfit would. It's nearly Halloween. Maybe I ought to pick one up for you to wear at work. You know, so you don't mess up your own clothes."

"Ohhh, Jason... you are such a guy!"

"You would rather I be such a girl?"

"Of course, not! Just don't be so obvious about being a man all the time." Cyndi filled a glass of water from the tap, drank it in one gulp, then placed her used cup in the sink before heading toward their bedroom. "Come on, cop man. You play your cards right I might let you frisk me before we go to sleep."

Cyndi heard light switches flip, door chains sliding and the announcement that the house emergency alarm was being set. Jason rushed through his nightly round of safety checks as he yelled to her from various locations around the house.

"Do you have anything on you that might hurt me?" Snap went the deadbolt on the front door. "Needles, knives, or guns?" Click went the security latch on the sliding door to the back yard. "Do I need gloves or cuffs...?" 

"Not sure you're gonna need gloves but cuffs might be fun," she called back as she climbed out of her clothes and dropped into the cool sheets.