Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Snag the Brides of Prophecy Box Set for 99 cents!

I have a Bookbub deal going on! My Brides of Prophecy Box Set is 99 cents!
You can snag it on
I didn't do the deal for Google play because they delayed the price changing so much that they messed up some other vendors on my last deal.
Also, if you could follow me on Bookbub, it would help immensely with me getting approved for future deals. I'm trying to arrange a discount for Wynter's Bite in the near future and more followers will make that more likely to happen.

In other news, I'm packing up for the RT Booklover's Convention at the Hyatt in Atlanta

Here are my main appearances:
Brooklyn Ann will be signing at the Giant Book Fair Saturday, May 6, 11am-2pm. The book fair is open to the public
Brooklyn Ann will be participating in the FAN-tastic Day Party, Saturday, May 6, 6-7:30 pm.
And then I'll be signing MORE books at the RT READERS AND WRITERS ROUNDUP on Sunday from 10 am to 1pm. This one is open to convention attendees and those who buy a ticket for the signing. I'll have the most books at that one.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Love in the City Book Feature. Free and 99 cent books!

I am so glad that spring is finally here! Well, it's still cold and rainy in Coeur d'Alene, but Sexy Genius and I are partially glad for that... I'll tell you why later.
And speaking of Coeur d'Alene... I'm in an author group called "Binders Full of Women Romance Writers" because with a name like that, who can resist? Anyway, one of the authors suggested that a bunch of us put together a sale of our various-genred romances around a theme. And she said books that take place in a city will be featured. 
So I'm in. Because even though Coeur d'Alene is no Paris or New Orleans, it has its own beauty and is strongly featured in my Brides of Prophecy Series.
The "Love in the City Sale" is a one stop page where you can pick out free and 99 cent romances in every genre from Christian to Western to Paranormal to Erotic. Check it out here!
But I'm sure most of you already have my freebie, Wrenching Fate, so I'm more sharing this so you can check out all the other fun stuff.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Excerpt of Pleading Rapture and other fun news.

Anyway, I'm about a third of the way through PLEADING RAPTURE and it's coming along pretty well, though I've had to stop a few times to do research about the kinds of things a black woman has to deal with when she's in the heavy metal world. I read the most fantastic book about that very thing. If you're interested, it's called "What are you doing here?" a Black Woman's Life in Heavy Metal.
It was a real eye opener, to say the least. Being a woman in the male-dominated metal world is tough, but if you're a woman of color, you have a whole new layer of difficulty. I am in awe of the women featured in Laina Dawes's book.
Anyway, back to the book. I'll have an excerpt for you below.
Also, PLEADING RAPTURE is available for preorder!
You can get it on 
Something awesome that happened is that I won these METAL business cards! 
I'm going to come up with some way for people to get one at the RT Convention in May.
In other news, Wynter's Bite has been nominated for Cover of the month over at All Author. If you vote for it HERE, you'll be entered in the giveaway.
We've also been having some crazy flooding at the lake. If you read the excerpt, this video shows where Aurora pops out of the portal back to Coeur d'Alene. Of course, it's not flooded in the story because it's June.

Speaking of the excerpt, here it is!
(Not quite the beginning of the book, but I thought I'd start where Aurora's action does.)
Soft grass cushioned Aurora’s fall. She struggled to sit up, but her head spun from passing through the portal. Closing her eyes, she counted to ten. When the dizziness passed, she sat up and looked around. Xochitl’s car was nowhere to be seen, but the light from the moon and lamp posts made her realize that she knew where she was, the Fort Sherman Park. The wooden fencing and little fort structure brought back memories of her and her friends climbing the fort and going down the slide at night, when there were no kids around to point out that they were too big for that.
She peered around and saw no sign of Xochitl’s car. Had it gone off toward the lake or to the parking lot? She didn’t see any tire marks on the grass. Maybe she’d dropped from the portal in a different part of town since she and Xochitl weren’t connected when she jumped in after her. Hell, she didn’t even know if Xochitl had seen her running behind the Datsun.
Aurora scrambled to her feet and stretched, groaning as her back popped. At least she knew where Xoch’ would go. With no family here, Silas and Akasha were all she had. Well, she could possibly go to Sylvis’s parents’ place, or even Aurora’s, but that was doubtful. No one tolerated Xochitl’s weirdness more than Silas and ‘Kash. That’s why they all practically lived there until they moved to Seattle.
Music and laughter from a distance reached her ears. Aurora turned around and saw a glimpse of light from the beach ahead. Was there some sort of party going on over there? She perked up. Maybe someone there had a phone she could use. Hopefully Akasha hadn’t changed her number in the last six months.
As she crossed the park and came to the sidewalk and short concrete wall that separated the park from the beach, she had to do a double take. Instead of bikinis, shorts, and tank tops, the people there were decked out in tuxedos and fancy gowns. Tables were set out on the edges with fancy glasses and plates with slices of a big white cake. Now it made sense. This was a wedding party. She wondered if they’d needed a permit, or if you could just head out to the beach and do it. Maybe that was why it was going on at night, so they didn’t have sunbathers and kids and swimmers in their way.
Oh well. Someone would have a phone. And maybe they’d let her have a piece of cake and a glass of champagne. The munchies and cotton mouth were kicking in from that blunt she’d smoked with Beau. She hefted her leg over the short concrete barrier and hopped onto the sand.
As she neared the party, a man split off from the group and approached her.
Aurora sucked in a breath as he passed under the lights strung up around the area. He wore a tailored suit that clearly did not come off the rack and hugged a fit frame that she knew would be a work of art beneath the cloth. His hair was almost shoulder length, black and wavy, framing a face that could have been stamped on a Roman coin. Eyes the color of coffee bored into hers.
When he spoke, her knees went weak at the rich timbre of his voice. “What brings you out to the beach at this hour?”
“I… um…” Aurora swallowed, trying to find sensible words. Not only was it impossible to say that she’d been dumped in the park by a portal, but it was hard to speak period to a man as luscious as this. And then came the old wariness as she remembered where she was. A town that was ninety-eight percent white… a town where about ten percent of those people hated her race. She peered back up at him, looking for that tell tale gleam of scorn or disgust at seeing a black person. All she saw was mild curiosity and something else that made heat flood to her belly. He wasn’t exactly checking her out, but there was some sort of interest there. “Um, you didn’t happen to see a blue Datsun station wagon come by here, have you?”
His inky black brows drew together at the odd question. “No. I haven’t seen a Datsun wagon in years. A few Zs and pickups, though, but not tonight.” He had a trace of an accent that she couldn’t quite place. Somewhere back east, definitely. The hot guy stepped a bit closer, his features growing even more gorgeous as he came more into view. “Are you all right? You look a little disoriented.”
She nodded in agreement. “I suppose I am. Would you happen to have a phone? I need to call a friend and see if they can pick me up.”
“Not on me, I’m afraid. It ruins the lines.” He smoothed his hands down his suit.
“And what fine lines they are,” she blurted. Heat rushed to her cheeks. “I am so sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”
He chuckled, a low, velvety sound that should be rated for mature audiences only. “Forget about it. I am flattered.”
Another wave of dizziness made her knees buckle for a second. Clearly interdimensional travel and being high didn’t mix.
The man grasped her shoulder with a firm, but gentle hand. “Hey, are you okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah, just had a dizzy spell. I forgot to have dinner.” No way was she revealing to this classy, hunk of sexy that she was kinda baked. Not to mention the whole dropping through a portal into the park.
“Well, why don’t you sit down for a moment and I’ll bring you some cake. Would you like some champagne?”
“That would be wonderful.” Her mouth felt like Death Valley. “And could you…” she trailed off as he jogged back to the party before she could ask him to see if someone had a phone she could use. Everyone here probably had seven hundred dollar iPhones. Gone were the days of the cheap but sturdy Nokias.
Mr. Hottie McHotstuff returned with a large slice of cake and a delicate flute of champagne. Aurora thanked him and had to use every bit of her will not to gorge the cake like a heathen. But damn, that was good cake, white and fluffy with custard filling and cream cheese frosting. Even then, she was subconscious of every crumb that stuck to her lips.
“Are you feeling better?” The man took the plate and handed her the champagne, which she tried to sip as ladylike as possible when she was more accustomed to chugging beers and downing shots.
“Much better, thanks.” She looked back at the party that was about thirty feet off. The people were laughing and talking and only casting her occasional curious glances. “So, is this a private party?”
He nodded. “A double wedding. I do not want to offend, but I’d rather not interrupt it.”
“Don’t worry, I understand,” she quickly assured him. "My mom is a dragon when it comes to outsiders at family gatherings. My brother wasn’t even allowed to bring girlfriends over until they were absolutely certain things were serious.” A lump in her throat formed as she realized just how much she missed her family. She took a sip of champagne and closed her eyes, savoring the taste. This was definitely a top shelf brand. “I should probably head over to the resort and find a phone. My friends are wondering where I am.”
“I have one in my car,” the man said.
She chuckled. “I know better than to get in a car with a stranger.”
“My name’s Tony.” He extended his hand. “Now we’re not strangers.” His eyes narrowed as he peered at her with an intensity that made her shiver despite the warm summer night air. “In fact, I’m not no sure we are strangers. I swear I’ve seen you before.”
Doubtless he had, for the news probably ran stories on her band’s disappearance. But he definitely wasn’t a metalhead, or he would have recognized her immediately. And she wasn’t about to tell him she was a missing person. Not before she was reunited with her friends and they announced their return together.
“I’m Aurora,” she replied and took it. His grasp was warm and vibrating with barely suppressed strength. “And I know we’ve never met. You don’t seem like the kind of man I’d easily forget.” She instilled a flirtatious tone that sounded unfamiliar to her. Damn, why did this man have to affect her so intently? He seemed to be everything a girl could dream of: handsome, kind, wealthy. But now was not the time for her to try dating again. Not with all that crazy prophecy stuff going on and her career on the line.
That rich and sinful laugh once more emerged from Tony’s lips. “Again, such charming words. Are you a writer?”
She smirked. “Sometimes.” She usually wrote lyrics for at least half the songs on every album.
He looked back at the wedding party and then back at her. “No offense to this lovely gathering, but you are far more interesting company. I don’t suppose you’d want to go for a walk with me during your quest for a phone. And again, my offer still stands to use mine.” He pointed at a sleek black sports car in the parking lot under the streetlight. “As you can see, it’s near the street and in the light, so you’re perfectly safe. Or, we can go to the resort and have a drink, maybe some dinner since you're still hungry.”
Damn, a drink sounded nice. A drink and a few minutes not worrying about the chaos of her life. But she needed to find Xochitl and… You know what? Xochitl had her car. She was probably at Akasha and Silas’s place by now. Who says she couldn’t relax and have a drink with a hot guy for a few minutes. A few minutes of blissful normality after months of weirdness. Then she could just call Akasha and they’d pick her up.
“Well,” she began.
“Aurora!” Beau shouted from beneath one of the huge pines in the park. Sylvis stood beside him, eyeing the wedding party quizzically.
Her eyes widened. Zareth must have brought them over. She glanced back at Tony. “I have to go. My friends found me.”
He inclined his head in an old-fashioned way. “While I’m glad you’re situation has been resolved, I do regret that our talk has been cut short.”
“Me too.” She grinned and lifted herself up on her toes and kissed him on the cheek. He smelled like a heady combination of expensive tobacco and vanilla beans, and for a moment she was tempted to wrap herself around him and explore him further.
She turned and hefted herself over the concrete barrier and jogged back to the park before she could gauge his reaction to her stolen kiss. Though it didn’t really matter one was or another.
She’d never see him again.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Brides of Prophecy 5 is now available for PreOrder!!!

Hey everyone! I'm hard at work on Brides of Prophecy Book 5. My readers voted on the winning title, Pleading Rapture.

It comes out June 13th!

Here's the rough blurb:

Infamous metal band, Rage of Angels have returned at last, and it’s not just their fans who have been waiting for them.

Aurora Lee is in triple trouble as she has to handle a lawsuit against her band, cope with excruciating attraction to their hot vampire lawyer, Tony Salazar, and recruit an army to fight an impending war. To make matters worse, Tony’s old enemies lurk in the shadows, threatening everyone they hold dear.



Monday, February 27, 2017

Spokane area readers, Come see me on Saturday!

Hey everyone! On Saturday I'll be at the booksigning, Spicy in Spokane with lots of books and swag.

There's also going to be a fabulous lunch AND dinner! You can get tickets for those, or just for the signing HERE.

You can also check out the Facebook group here!

I hope to see you there!

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Night Owl Reviews Scavenger Hunt!

Night Owl Reviews Web Hunt

Hi Readers,

I've got a treat for you. I'm one of the sponsors of the Night Owl Reviews A TEA PARTY & BOOKS Scavenger Hunt.

During this event I'm going to help you find some great new books. Make sure to check my featured title, Wynter's Bite, out along the way.

The grand prize is a $100 Amazon Gift Card. The total prize pool is over $1000.
Here are the details!

A Tea Party & Books Scavenger Hunt 2017

This event starts on FEB 16 and ends MAR 8.

Over 40 authors have come together to bring you this scavenger hunt event. Each has donated $25 towards prizes in the A Tea & Books Scavenger Hunt!

This is your opportunity to find out about some new books, new authors and to win awesome Amazon cards.

It's time to get into the bookish spirit. All Amazon cards will be purchased via the website. This contest is open worldwide. Void where prohibited.

Grand Prize: $100 Amazon eGift Card

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I've never participated in one of these so, I'm excited! 

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

WYNTER'S BITE is here! Excerpt and giveaway!

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!
I am so excited to announce that Wynter's Bite is here at last!
You can get it on:
This book was a ton of fun to write. The hero, Justus de Wynter was the villain in the previous book, HIS RUTHLESS BITE. But once I discovered that his motives were out of love, his book HAD to be next!
So far, the advanced reviews have been so wonderful that I am constantly blushing.
In other happy news, another book reviewer has listed two of my books in her list of favorite couples! Klement and Katana from WITH VENGEANCE and Rafe and Cassandra from BITE AT FIRST SIGHT! Even cooler? She's having a big giveaway where you can win a $25 Amazon Gift Card and other goodies by voting on your favorite of her list.
Whichever couple gets the most votes gets their book featured for a whole year! I hardly ever win those sort of things, but if you want to head over there and vote for one of my couples, you'd be a darling! Go HERE to enter!
Now I think it's time for a giveaway of my own.

To win an e-copy of Wynter's Bite, simply leave a comment telling me your favorite jail-break/ escape story!  

In the meantime, here's a never before read excerpt!

 Bethany searched the Willoughbys’ drawing room, clutching her reticule so tightly her knuckles went white. Lord de Wynter said he would be here and tonight they would discuss the book… in private. She couldn’t help but tremble at the thought of being alone with him, perhaps anticipating that more than the prospect of literary discourse.
The setting sun shone through the glass of the French doors, casting a tinge of gold to everything, reminding Bethany of her imaginings of the faerie kingdom of Gloriana… though she knew who that character was truly supposed to represent. Still, Spenser’s epic held so much whimsy that she couldn’t help but imagine a truly fey monarch. She kept both the book and that sentiment hidden from her father.
Oh, she could not wait to talk to Lord de Wynter about the book. He’d understand.
As darkness fell and people around her chattered in anticipation of the fireworks, Bethany’s mother dragged her hither and thither through the assemblage, introducing her to every affluent gentleman in attendance.
None of them were interested in spending longer than necessary in her company, and that was quite agreeable with Bethany. There was only one man she whose company she wished to share this evening. Yet the bustling room palpably lacked his presence.
Was it possible that he’d found some other diversion? She’d heard that he spent a lot of time at the Medway Inn, playing cards and dice, as well as attending certain more raucous parties hosted by less reputable members of Society. Why should he decline such amusing pursuits to be with her?
Yes, he’d probably changed his mind about coming. Lord Darkwood’s manor was nearby and would have nearly as good a view of the fireworks. So perhaps de Wynter had—
There he was! Bethany’s heart surged in response to see Lord de Wynter’s lithe form stalking around the masses, pausing to exchange a polite greeting when necessary, while he was clearly making his way towards her. Every other step, he flashed her a conspiratorial glance, as if they shared a huge secret. A delicious thrill tremored through her body.
When he reached her side, Bethany withdrew the book from her reticule and handed it to him. Pleasure curled her toes as once more their fingers grazed each other. “Thank you for loaning me the book, my lord.”
“It was my pleasure.” His eyes swept over her face and form, seeming to caress her with an invisible tongue of flame.
Just then, Lady Willoughby announced that it was time to gather on the front lawn to view the illuminations. Those who were elderly or infirm watched from the balconies, where comfortable chairs had been set out for them.
“Follow my lead,” de Wynter whispered with an impish smile.
With that, he wove through the masses with unobtrusive slowness, excusing himself with a quiet mutter that made people let him pass without truly noticing him. Bethany did her best to imitate him, though for her, avoiding attention was much easier, being a wallflower ever since her first ball.
She caught a glimpse of Rebecca and her friends with their beaux. The group had ignored her ever since she’d told them about her dance with Lord de Wynter. At first, Bethany thought they were merely preoccupied, now she was beginning to suspect that they didn’t like her.
But as she followed de Wynter, casting a shamefully pleasing glance at his backside, snugly encased in buff trousers, Bethany decided she didn’t care what they thought of her.
While everyone else made their way to the front lawn, de Wynter strode off into the azalea garden. After a quick glance over her shoulder to make certain no one was watching, Bethany ducked under a leafy bower behind him. Anticipation flooded her being, making even the air feel alive on her skin.
He sat on a stone bench and patted the marble surface beside him. Bethany joined him, legs suddenly turned to custard. It was so dark in here that they were veritably blanketed in shadows, the intimacy palpable and warm. Even in the darkness, his hair glinted like banked coals. Her fingers twisted in her lap in effort to resist touching those fiery tresses.
To break up the heavy silence, Bethany shakily began the conversation. “I am grateful that you arranged for us to discuss the book, my lord. I finished it only yesterday.”
His arched lips curved with a pleased smile that warmed her to her toes. “Please, call me Justus.”
“Oh, I couldn’t.” Heat flooded her face at the sound of his name. There was something so beautiful, so noble about it. “My mother would have the vapors if she heard me call a man by his Christian name.”
He nodded in understanding. “At least when we are alone then.”
“Very well, Justus.” Her belly tilted at the sound of his name. “Then in such cases, you may call me Bethany.” The words tumbled out, improper as they were.
“Good. Now that we have that settled, Bethany,” he said, “what did you think of the book?”
“At first, I thought I wouldn’t care for it,” she admitted, shivering slightly at that masculine voice uttering her name. “The incessant and undisguised praise for Queen Elizabeth grew tiresome.”
Justus quirked a brow. “Caught that, did you?” Impatient shouts echoed from the lawn outside their bower as Lord Willoughby’s servants prepared the fireworks.
“Who could miss such sycophantic symbolism? Queen Gloriana?” She chuckled. “I understand that her patronage was needed, but at least Shakespeare managed better subtlety.”
Lord de Wynter nodded. “As well as the love of the commons.” He leaned forward, so close that she could almost make out the vivid green of his eyes. Inwardly, she cursed the darkness even as she knew the shadows kept them hidden. “But you said you thought you wouldn’t care for it.”
Bethany nodded, praying he couldn’t see how his proximity was making her blush. “I greatly enjoyed the magic and the fact that there was always something happening. And the romance…” Heat rose to her cheeks and she quickly changed the subject before he thought she sounded like a silly girl. “Although I confess I felt bad for that blind girl and her mother living alone. I understand why they could not afford to shelter Una and her companions. I was even sad that the church robber was killed by the lion. Although stealing is wrong, that was their only source of support. What?” she broke off as Justus’s shoulders shook with laughter.
“That scene, the whole book in fact, was an allegory. In those days, the Catholic church was the biggest thief of all. Of course, I wasn’t around back then, but my— He broke off suddenly with a frown, then recovered his thoughts with a quick shake of his head. “I’ve read much about the time period.”
“Of course!” Bethany breathed, feeling like the biggest hen-wit. “After what Elizabeth’s sister, Mary, put the people through with her persecution of Anglicans, no wonder Catholics would be painted as villains. You must think me a fool.”
“Not at all,” Justus placed his hand over hers, impossibly warm in the cool of the garden. “I confess that it is a joy to speak with someone who can read a story as a story, not picking it apart for every little symbol and entrenched bias.” He leaned forward on the bench and reached up to cup her cheek. “You are a remarkable person, Bethany.”
“So are you,” she whispered, captivated by his fey beauty and husky voice. The first explosion made her jump and gasp as the sky above them erupted with a halo of red light. Justus pulled her closer and she laughed in embarrassment as cheers echoed from the lawn.
Her heart pounded in her throat as his head dipped lower and his lips brushed across hers.
Heat exploded in her belly at the chaste kiss, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. Head swimming with dizziness, Bethany grasped his shoulders to keep from toppling off of the bench. Justus’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her against his firm chest, his lips caressing hers with intoxicating fervor.
When he drew back, Bethany felt as if something vital had been snatched away from her. Another firework lit up the sky with a boom and Justus’s eyes glowed like green embers as he suddenly leaned towards her once more. Her breath caught in her throat, a shiver of primal alarm crawling up her spine. But instead of kissing her again, his mouth lightly touched her neck.
She gasped at the sparking sensation and Justus drew back as if burned. His long red hair hung unfashionably loose, hiding his face. His broad shoulders moved up and down with his deep breathing as if he were struggling to tame something savage within.
“I’m sorry,” he rasped. “That was extremely ungentlemanly of me. Can you forgive me?”
When he raised his imploring eyes to hers, she saw that they weren’t glowing at all. They must have been reflecting the fireworks. What a ninny she was for momentarily thinking otherwise.
“Of course I forgive you,” she whispered. “It is not as if I have been behaving in the most ladylike manner. Besides, I have always wondered what it is like to be kissed.” She snapped her mouth closed at such an outrageous confession, but it was too late.
“And?” he whispered back.
She frowned. “And what?”
His lips arched in a wicked smile. “How was the experience?”
“Incredible,” she couldn’t stop herself from answering. “So much more than what the novels depict.”
His grin broadened, tempting beyond reason. “That tempts me to do it again.”

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