You couldn’t call him a sweetheart. Sam Rhodes was a boss, there was absolutely no denying that.

erotic contemporary romanceYou can tell a lot about a man, especially a big wig, by the way he treats his employees. Sam Rhodes is every inch a boss, but there’s more to this master of the universe type than power, talent and a Herculean work ethic.

In this scene from Hard Love with his executive assistant, I show – I hope – his edge, his humor, and a little bit of his heart when he realizes my heroine Laurel is one of his most dedicated employees. His first instinct is to give her a reward, but that doesn’t mean a raise.


Hard Love is out now.


“Who’s the late girl?”

“The late girl?”

“The page three girl in editorial with the long black hair, gold eyes and red lips. The X-rated Sleeping Beauty who always wears black pants or skirts and white button downs. Always stays late?”

His assistant gave him side eye rather than turn around.

“What’s with the attitude? Answer me,” he said impatiently, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

Cute. She was feeling protective. Women. Even when they were backstabbing, catty – or in Char’s case, silly – they’d pick the oddest times to stick together.

“Her name’s Laurel,” Char said reluctantly. “Sweet, Southern, good little worker. But she’s being taken advantage of by her coworkers.”

“How so?”

“She’s a nice, eager to please girl, and they always give her their work, play on her kindness. Always talkin’ like, I gotta leave early today, or I gotta take a long lunch to run to the store. I gotta go get my hair done ‘cuz I gotta date, blah blah bah, can you help me? So, she works late doing her work and theirs, and they skip out before five.”

“How the hell long has this been going on?”

The phone rang. She held up a finger. “Rhodes Design House, Sam Rhodes’ office. This is Char speaking. I’m so sorry, Mrs. Yardley. You just missed him. May I take a message? I certainly will. Thank you for calling.”

Sam didn’t even blink. He was used to the coat switching by now; from the Bronx to the big office and back again, real quick, as she liked to say. “The late girl?”

“Huh? Oh! Yeah. They been clownin’ her damn near since she got here. It’s been a good few months now.”

That gorgeous female had been right here under his nose that long? He was working too hard. Her curvy little ass should have been bent over his couch at least a half dozen times by now. He’d need at least that many fucks to properly anoint all those curves.

She gave new meaning to the phrase pocket Venus. Forget Sleeping Beauty. The old fairytale miss hadn’t been stacked like Miss Laurel. She was like a modern day Rosie the Riveter. And that accent, soft, sweet. It would sound wonderful in the dark. Then again, so would nothing, especially if that full, red mouth of hers was full of his dick.

He was definitely slipping. Times gone by he’d never have let a prime piece of pussy like that escape his attention. But things had been so fucking good with business lately, the past few years actually. Money was coming in hand over fist from new advertisers, and the consulting arm of his business was growing so rapidly, it would soon eclipse advertising revenue.

Pussy had been the last thing on his mind. He hadn’t even had a friend with benefits or a bar hook up to take the edge off in more months than he cared to count. A fact his balls chose to remind him of when he spied the new girl working late last night.


“You gonna do somethin’ about it?”

What the hell was she on about? Oh, duh, the late girl. “I’m the boss aren’t I?”

Char just rolled her eyes and started typing like the speed of light, the dangling decorations on her nails flying every which way. He looked around, found no one watching and gave her the finger as he went back in his office. As always, she ignored him.


When love bites you in the ass, sometimes all you can do is limp away and take it in.

No matter how much you don’t want something, sometimes fate has other ideas. You could be spurned, horrible so, in love, but the universe will tilt and send a man your way who will not be ignored. 

You can kick and fuss and even cuss him out, but he’ll keep coming back, and if that spark is there – and of course it is, otherwise you wouldn’t be fighting so hard – he will get his way. 

In this unedited snippet from my current WIP, our heroine Charlie is ready to wave the white flag for her hero Hugh.



They were together after that. He told her so.

“You’re mine now,” he said, reaching down to help her tie her shoes as they were preparing to go for a walk. Hugh had decided she needed exercise.

“Are you mine too?”

“Of course.”

And that, Charlie thought, was apparently that. Of course she fell in love with him. She was pretty sure it happened before they even had sex. She refused to feel bad about it.

She was young. He was the first man since her father who showed her any kindness. He fucked like a dream, and he protected her without thought. She figured she didn’t have a choice. Loving him was simply the right thing to do. Continue reading “When love bites you in the ass, sometimes all you can do is limp away and take it in.”

Whoever said that virgins were malleable and easy was either stupid or a liar.

erotic contemporary romanceMen. If they weren’t so stupid you’d probably feel sorry for them. Then again, maybe not. Sam’s dealing with the fact that Laurel, despite being a virgin, isn’t nearly as malleable as he thought she’d be. 

In this snippet, which picks up from the Sept. 20th entry, Sam is getting a clue that his original plan for Laurel isn’t going to work. Even weirder, he doesn’t want it to…


Hard Love is out now. 


She hadn’t said anything about Hardy’s response after this creep Peter mistreated her, but if the asshole was strong enough to what did she say? Sell her out? He doubted very seriously whether he’d have the sack to stick up for her after he saw the damage his friend did. Two worthless pricks, they deserved each other.

So, yeah. He was sorry she had to go through that. But it was over. Long over. She was with him now, and he wasn’t gonna share her with some bullshit ass memories that deserved to be buried deep and forgotten.

“Laurel –”

“I’m tired,” she whispered. Continue reading “Whoever said that virgins were malleable and easy was either stupid or a liar.”

He was back again! Her resistance was getting low. If he kept showing her his heart…

God save her from persistent men. Charlie has yelled at this one, put him out, called him out of his name, everything. He keeps coming back. And she’s afraid her get gone stance is weakening more by the minute.

In this unedited snippet, which picks up from my last blog, Charlie knuckles under yet again, spending time getting to know her hero Hugh. And when he moves in for the kill she can’t bring herself to not to kiss him back…



She tried to tug her hand free. He wouldn’t let her. “Don’t be.”

“Too late,” he shot back. “I am.”

She tugged on her hand again, more firmly this time, and he let her go.

“I’m not interested, hero. I appreciate your help yesterday, but I’m busy.”

“With a man?”

“No, with my work and my life.”

“I could get in and fit in. I wouldn’t be much trouble.” Continue reading “He was back again! Her resistance was getting low. If he kept showing her his heart…”

Sam: I know I’m a jerk. But even knowing what you’ve been through – I’m still not letting you go.

erotic contemporary romanceSam understands that Laurel’s had a shit deal as far as the men in her past go. Shit is an understatement. But that doesn’t mean he’s prepared to let her past interfere with their present.

One night – God help him, that one luscious, mind blowing night – wasn’t going to cut it. He’d need months of her under him before he’d even consider letting her go.

And if he had to get her a therapist to help her get over the crap her shit relative and one high school loser had put her through, he’d do it. But letting her go? That wasn’t going to happen. In this deliciously raw snippet from Hard Love, Sam let’s her know this in no uncertain terms. 


Hard Love is out now. 


“Don’t look at me like that, Laurel. Lemme explain. It’s fucked up what happened to you, baby. Really fucked up. No man should ever rough up a woman. It’s hard for me to hear, and I had nothing to do with it.

“But that was years ago. I’m sorry it happened, it shouldn’t’ve, but it’s got absolutely nothing to do with us making love. And I’ll be damned if I let you associate something so horrible from your past with something so good in our present.”

She stared at him with great, unfriendly eyes. “You’re unbelievable. And we didn’t make love,” she sneered. “We screwed.” Continue reading “Sam: I know I’m a jerk. But even knowing what you’ve been through – I’m still not letting you go.”

Beware of smart men. For one thing, they’re tough to get rid of.

Men are trouble. Charlie has had enough trouble to last her a lifetime. She doesn’t need any more. But this one won’t stop coming around, despite the not complete obliteration of her common sense, she doesn’t want him to.

In this unedited snippet, which picks up from my last WIP blog, Charlie isn’t at all sure she wants to go out with Hugh, but since it doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere until she does, she’s gonna roll with it. God help her. Hopefully curiosity wouldn’t kill this cat.



In the bathroom she rolled her eyes at her reflection. She looked a right mess. She climbed into the shower and began the occasionally skin removing process of paint spatter removal. It had been easier when she was using water colors.

She hesitated when her hands automatically reached for her regular jeans and a flannel. After chewing on her lip she put on the black faux leather leggings Una had given her for her birthday and a long silky black top she’d found at the thrift store. She’d crowed over it because it was in great condition and it had pretty black pearl colored buttons.

She brushed her hair into its usual ponytail at her nape and padded back out to put on her socks and shoes at the couch.

He smirked at her red and white heart socks. She didn’t give a shit. They were one of three clean pair left. Her boots would cover them. Continue reading “Beware of smart men. For one thing, they’re tough to get rid of.”

No matter how far you run, the past has a way of lurking, waiting to bite you in the ass – or in the bed.

erotic contemporary romanceWhen a Southern woman crosses the Mason Dixon there’s gotta be a damn good reason. Laurel thinks she’s got a humdinger. Sam, her newly acquired lover – and her boss – disagrees. He’s determined to uncover her secrets. Why? Because they’re interfering with his sexual agenda, of course. 

In this snippet, it’s not long after their first night together. Laurel has escaped back to her apartment with Sam hot on her heels. And nothing she says will dissuade him from insisting she reveal all. From her past to her flesh, he insists that she lay it all bare before him.

Hard Love is out now. 


“We had our 17th birthday party at my Gran’s friend’s big ole house with a marquee on the lawn. Our clothes were tailor made for the occasion. It was a beautiful day. Magical even. Gran let me taste a little liquor for the first time. A mimosa. I sipped at it from a champagne flute and thought I was it, baby.

“Hardy had a new friend. Peter Monroe was his name. He was tall and his lips were very thin, but he had a thick head of blonde hair and blue eyes and a big house with absentee parents, so most of the kids worshipped him even though he was up from Charleston and wasn’t a local. He was the kind of boy parents liked, ‘cuz he was all smiles when they were around, but drinking down their booze and going in their purses when they weren’t lookin’.”

“Sounds like an asshole.”

“Yeah. Y’all would’ve got along great.” Continue reading “No matter how far you run, the past has a way of lurking, waiting to bite you in the ass – or in the bed.”