Friday Flashers – Guest Flasher!

Evelyn Jules is here to show off her bits!

Friday Flashers

Hi everyone! My best pal, Maggie, was so kind to have me here today. I might have a slight in because I’m her Clodhopper supplier, but she totally liked me before she knew the chocolate-covered graham cracker clusters existed. I think. 😉 Anyway, I’d like to take a minute and flash you. Not that kind of flashing, you dirty birdies. I just finished writing my first ever cowboy story called Chasing Destiny, and I’d like to share an excerpt with you. Ready for it? Giddy up!


He shook his head. “I guess you’ve lost your sense of adventure.”

Indignation lit her up like a firecracker. “I have not.” She wanted to slap the no-good know-it-all, but her mind and body weren’t known for their communication skills. So she kissed him. A firm, possessive kiss that caught them both by surprise. Her lips burned from the stubble that grazed his upper lip. Her eyes were open wide, not from fear but adrenaline.

“How’s that for adventurous?” she panted.

“That’s a good start,” he growled, gathering her in for another lip lock. This time he took the reins. His arms banded her to him. His lips lingered against hers, and when she gave him the barest opening, his tongue swept into her mouth. She shuddered from the impact of the kiss but he held strong, proving to her beyond a shadow of a doubt that the reward was greater than the risk. Being in this man’s arms for a moment was better than a lifetime of unfulfilled dreams.

Hope you enjoyed! Thanks again for hosting me, Maggie! 🙂

Friday Flashers 3/22/13

Friday Flashers

Today I thought I’d share a bit of a short story that’s been collecting dust in a file folder for a few months, but is about to get a delightfully sexy overhaul. 🙂 The working title of this story is Going Deep.

Gathering all the ammunition in her arsenal of ace-reporting, Brooke lobbed her most pressing, hard-hitting, newsworthy question at him. “Why did you kiss me?”

“I wanted to.”

He answered without missing a beat. The realization that he’d expected her to ask made her cheeks flare, but the need to take him down a notch burned hotter. Feeling vulnerable, she struck back at the one spot she knew might still be touchy for him.

“Pretty ballsy for a quiet guy like you to kiss the Homecoming Queen in front of the whole school. Must have taken weeks of planning. Were there charts involved?”

Brian’s smile faded, but he kept the oh-so-familiar smirk in place. The sardonic eyebrow twitch that dogged her all through high school was back too, but she knew the blow hit home. She’d been high school royalty—popular, pretty, and well-liked enough to be voted Queen of every dance as well as Student Body President. His only social triumph was being elected President of the Science Club.

His eyes narrowed but remained locked on hers. “You mean a nerdy guy like me.”

The intensity of his stare dredged up a raft of insecurities she thought she’d jettisoned years before. “You hated me all through school.”

“That’s not true.”

His voice was melodious and deep. The confidence ringing through the cooled molasses thickness of his drawl proved more seductive than poetry. He wasn’t that nerdy boy anymore. This man knew damn well the effect he had on women.

She held his gaze. “Why am I here?”

“Your paper wanted an interview.”

The simple answer wasn’t good enough. “Why me?”

“I wanted you.”

Happy Friday, my friends!

Friday Flashers 3/15/13 – So darn lucky in love!

I am very lucky in love…now. But until I met my hubby, I was what was commonly known as a Tragic Spinster.
It wasn’t that I didn’t have my fair share of chances. I did. And maybe someone else’s share as well, but that’s a different story. You see, I’d always assumed I’d grow up, get married, have babies, then live happily ever after.
Yeah…That didn’t really happen.

So, you see, I hit my thirties without having found my ‘special someone’ and had to adjust my preconceived notions of love. I had a full and happy life without that all-encompassing romance, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a difficult pill to swallow. Yes, my family and friends loved me. In my own hyper-critical-but-not-too-nutso way I loved me. I just wanted someone taller, hairier and generally more testosterone-y to love me too.

One crazy stroke of luck later, love found me at last. I met my husband because my business card was drawn out of a hat. An endless cycle of seminars forged a common bond between strangers who lived very different lives hundreds of miles apart. The telephone turned into our loveline. I joined a frequent flier program.

Until I stumbled into a seemingly impossible love I hadn’t realized I was too damn lucky in love to let the chance pass me by. Backed by a wealth of love and support from my family and friends, I packed my bags and turned my life upside-down.

My romance may not have unfolded as I originally envisioned, but that doesn’t mean I’m not living my happily ever after. That’s why I consider myself pretty darn lucky in love!

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Friday Flashers 3/8/13

Friday Flashers

Okay, so a couple of people pointed out that I got so excited about the cover art for Love Letters Volume 2: Duty to Please that I forgot to tease you with share a bit of my story from Love Letters Volume 1: Obeying Desire.


Allow me to remedy that right away. Here’s the official 4-1-1:

D is for Detained by Maggie Wells

He was the preacher’s son, her parents owned the local sex shop. Sherry Adams and Tyler Prescott’s attraction was forbidden when they were teenagers, but years later Deputy Tyler takes out his trusty handcuffs to show her just how good they could be together.

And a tidbit to tide you over:

“Freeze! Hands in the air!”

Her skull cracked against the counter. She cussed, lifting one hand to rub away the ache and whirling to confront her attacker. “Christ, wha—”

She gaped at the shadow in the doorway. The peaked crown of his hat brushed the door casing, and his shoulders filled the breadth of the opening. Backlit by the blistering summer sun, the guy looked enormous.

“Hands in the air,” he repeated.

Astounded by the sight of a gun pointed in her direction, it took a full minute for her to recognize the voice. She blinked but the rest of her motor skills seemed stunned by the blow. Her hands inched toward the ceiling. “Tyler?”

“Sherry?” Instantly, he lowered the gun. His jaw almost scraped the filthy linoleum floor.

“Hey.” The little finger wave made her look stupid and awkward, but making a fool of herself over him was nothing new. The minute Tyler Prescott glanced in her direction, the stupid and awkward came pouring out of her.

“Sherry…Sherry Garcia Adams.”

She’d like to claim the name was a remnant of a misunderstood youth, a leftover taunt hurled by a guy who hadn’t outgrown his teenaged prejudices. Unfortunately, the man might have been reading her birth certificate verbatim. She had to be the only girl in the world whose own mother serenaded her with “Truckin’” each year instead of “Happy Birthday.”

Still, when Tyler Prescott said her ridiculous name in his down and dirty, burrowing twenty-gazillion-leagues-under-her-skin drawl…well, a little thrill chased down her spine. And if the fact that he remembered her name at all wasn’t enough to get a girl all squealy-giggly, the pseudo-reverence in his tone had the tiny hairs on the back of her neck standing at attention.

She assumed he faked the awe in his voice. Sherry had no idea why the chosen son of Serenity would be impressed with her presence.

“Hey, Tyler.” She lowered her half-raised hands and scraped her damp palms over the seat of her cargo shorts, trying to ignore her throbbing skull. He stared at her as if she were an alien beamed down from the planet Stupefy. “Uh, how’ve you been?”

Another brilliant question, but he stood stock-still in the doorway staring at her and it was making her nervous. Tyler Prescott was a paragon in their tiny town, and paragons made her twitchy. In high school, he’d been the captain of the football team and class president four years running. The resident handsome-as-sin preacher’s kid. Every town had one.

She flashed back to those interminable Sundays when she’d slip out of bed early to sneak into town to go to church. Tyler was one of the few people in Serenity who’d treated her like she was a normal person and not the girl their classmates crowned Porn Queen.

Love Letters Volume 1  is available for pre-order now at Carina Press, Amazon, and All Romance eBooks. Happy Friday, my friends!

Friday Flashers 3/1/13

Friday Flashers

Hello and welcome to my first Friday Flashers entry! The cover art fairy dropped a bit of yum into my inbox. Wanna see?


You like? How about a little taste of what’s inside?

Love Letters Volume 2: Duty to Please

E Is for Entice by Emily Cale

Coast Guard Petty Officer Evan Marshall knows it won’t be easy proving to his hometown that he’s matured—especially his former girlfriend, Ciara Knowles. Though they soon re-create some very hot memories, it may take a disaster to truly bring them together.

F Is for Fallout by Ginny Glass
When Spencer Corwin returns from Iraq, all he can think about is finally meeting the woman he’s been corresponding with in the flesh. But will their red-hot passion survive the fallout of learning they’ve both been living a lie?

G Is for Gun-Shy by Christina Thacher
Colonel Jack Travis doesn’t want to be partnered with buttoned-up military strategist Davina McCall—even if she’s the sexiest woman he’s ever seen. When a freak storm traps them in Jack’s cabin, the buttons start coming undone…and things really start heating up.

H Is for Hotshot by Maggie Wells
Smoke jumper Luke Whitehawk usually fights fires—when he’s not fighting his sizzling attraction to pilot Tara Ferris. And Tara’s determined that this is one battle Luke is destined to lose…

Here’s a little flash:

Sucking air between her teeth, Tara tripped the latch and threw her shoulder into the door. Without looking at him, she dropped a booted foot over the side and jumped from the pilot’s seat. “If you don’t like the way I drive, don’t climb into my bird, Hawk.”

A hard hand wrapped around her elbow. Blunt fingertips bit into her arm as he lifted her off the ground and held her snug against his chest. She slid halfway down his body before opportunity registered and instinct kicked in. Her arms and legs locked at his neck and thighs. She shimmied back up his long, lean body like a lumberjack scaling a tree trunk. She locked her thighs around his hips and dug the worn heels of her battered cowgirl boots into the hard muscle of his ass. Staring up into the jagged planes of his soot-covered face, she match him scowl for scowl.

“You could have killed yourself,” he rasped.

“I would never endanger my crew,” she retorted. “It was an engine alarm. I had her under control.” Luke opened his mouth to speak but the words caught. Startled by his strangled cry of frustration, she stared straight into his ebony eyes, willing him to truly see her for the first time. “Don’t you know me at all by now? I would never risk you. Never.”

His hand slipped into her hair, pressing the damp strands to the back of her neck. “Goddammit, Tara,” he rasped.

She held his gaze and exhaled a tremulous breath. “Goddammit, Hawk.”

A bead of sweat trailed down his temple, cutting a swath through the black soot that seemed embedded in his pores. It trickled into the crevices that fanned from the corners of his eyes, then attempted to scale that high, arcing cheekbone. Favoring him with a shaky smile, she caught the droplet on the pad of her thumb and swirled it into his skin.

Her lips were dry. She ran her tongue over the parched skin and traced the outline left by his safety goggles with her eyes. “You look like a reverse raccoon.” She wiggled, inching a bit higher so the crotch of his personal protective gear slid against the slick fabric of her flight suit.

Shudders rumbled through his body but he cradled her ass in one big hand. “And you look like more trouble than any man my age should go courtin’.”

“I’m not asking you to court me.” Her grip on his nape tightened. She leaned in and caught his earlobe between her teeth, rolling the tender flesh before releasing it with a flick of her tongue. Her breath bounced off his ear, warm and moist with anticipation. “All I’ve ever wanted was you deep inside me.”

Be sure to watch for Love Letters Volume 1: Obeying Desire coming in April!