Archive for December, 2012

Enjoy a Special First Look at BEAUTY’S BEAST

Sunday, December 23rd, 2012

This week I’m giving my readers a holiday present, a sneak peek at my upcoming paranormal romance, BEAUTY’S BEAST.  This is an April 2013 release from Harlequin Nocturne and the final book in The Tracker series.  Enjoy!

In this excerpt the heroine, Samantha Proud, is pursued by Nagi, the villain, who is the Ruler of Ghosts and has escaped by calling the Thunderbirds to carry her to safety.  As this scene begins, Samantha, a Grizzly skinwalker, has been deposited in an unfamiliar woods.  She transforms her animal skin into the uniform of a Forest Ranger when she hears a sound…


The crack of a branch brought her about.  Nagi?

Someone or something was here.  She inhaled, finding the new scent of another creature but she could not identify it: sweet, like the rich soil and the autumn leaves.  This was not the scent of any animal she knew.  But it certainly was alive.  She could hear it breathing.

Samantha weighed her options—attack or run.

She crouched, preparing to change and charge.  There were few creatures who would face a charging grizzly, especially one who was frightened and without her family for the first time since birth.

What was hiding behind that massive trunk?  A Toe Tagger?  Her father’s warning bounced up in her mind.  If you see a Toe Tagger, run.

Something stepped into tall ferns.  She hesitated as she realized it was a man, a hauntingly beautiful man with fine silvery-blonde hair that swept the shoulders of his charcoal grey wool sports jacket.  His slacks and fitted cashmere sweater were also gray, but more the color of a mourning dove.  An odd choice of attire for a hike in the woods.  He dressed like a walking shadow.

Samantha sagged with relief at finding a man, rather than one of her dreaded enemies.  Was he human?  The light played tricks because his aura seemed only a gray shadow which wasn’t right.  No living thing had a gray aura.  It was too bright to clearly see in any case.  The late afternoon sun sent golden light down to the forest floor in bright wide beams.

She needed to find Bess before she ran into one of Nagi’s hated spawn.

The man stepped closer.  His features were similar enough to her own to make her believe he was of the First Nation.  But his pale skin tone and that hair, it did not fit.  The texture, the color was all wrong.  She stepped closer, drawn by his ethereal beauty and her own curiosity.  He glanced back, as if considering retreat.

“Hello,” she called.

He frowned, his dark brow sweeping down over his ice blue eyes.  She’d never seen eyes that color.  They reminded her of the blue of glacial ice and when he fixed them on her she felt a little charge of excitement buzz inside her.  He moved with a grace and power that brought a trickle of fear to her belly.  Her instinct told her he wasn’t human.  His scent told her he wasn’t a Skinwalker.  Niyanoka?  She tried again to see his aura, looking for the distinctive golden cap that marked her mother’s people and failed once more.

She stepped back and he crossed the eight-feet between them, the flat heels of his boots sinking into the soft earth.  She inhaled his scent searching for what he really was and the sweetness of him made her want to move closer.  She held herself back.

“Where did you come from?” he asked, his voice a rich, velvety bass that rumbled through her belly, making her insides quiver.

He stood with a relaxed confidence she found unnerving.  His eyes swept her body, making her skin tingle and her muscles tense.  Was he friend or foe?  She could not tell.  She only knew he was not Nagi.

“I’m doing some work in the forest.”  She tapped the patch on her left sleeve.

The man’s eyes narrowed.  “Rangers in California have yellow patches and they carry side arms.  So, I’ll ask you again, where do you come from, little Skinwalker?”

Her arms dropped to her sides and a shiver of panic when through her.  He had her at a disadvantage for he knew what she was.

What was he that he could so easily spot her?  Niyanoka, she decided.  Must be.  Those born of the race of the Children of Spirit, could see auras and easily recognized Skinwalkers from their brown aura visible in all but the brightest of light.

He knew what she was and she did not know what he was.  It put her at a disadvantage.

Her parents said she must find Bess Suncatcher.  Did her father really have friends so old and so true that they would welcome such trouble on their doorstep?  Samantha did not think so.

“What are you doing in my woods, little one?” he asked, stepping closer.

She shook now.  The fear, the journey and the unknown were all swirling inside her to form a perfect storm.

He moved forward.  She stepped back.  Changing shape before a human broke one of the two rules by which the Skinwalkers lived.  First, protect The Balance, the finely spun web of the natural world, from all threats.  Second, do not let the humans know what you are except to save your life.

He wasn’t exactly threatening her.  But somehow he was.  His stare unnerved her.  Why did her breathing accelerate at his approach until she grew dizzy again?

“That’s a Canadian uniform.  Why would you think you were in Canada?”  His questions were casual, as if he did not expect an answer, but preferred to puzzle out his own.  His eyes narrowed and dark lashes descended over pale eyes.  “Unless.”  He glanced at the skies, putting it together.  “The storm.”  His gaze shot back to her.  “So it’s true, then.  The Thunderbirds do carry you.  But why here?”  He stared up at the sky.  “They couldn’t have meant for me to find you.  There’s been a mistake.”

She retreated another step, thinking that she had to agree with him, but instead she repeated what her father had said,

“The Thunderbirds don’t make mistakes,” she said and then recalled what else her father had said.  They know the fates of us all.  If it is not safe, then they will bring her somewhere else.

She stared up at this stranger.  They had brought her to him.

He flicked his gaze back to her and she felt her throat go dry.

“Ah, it speaks.  Well then.  Now we are getting somewhere.”

Was it his presence or his looks that made her so anxious?  He wasn’t human or he wouldn’t know of the Thunderbirds, unless he was a shaman.  He didn’t look like a holy man.  More like a hunter.

“I’m Alon,” he said, pressing an open hand over his heart and inclining his head.  His feathery hair brushed his cheeks.

She stared at his long pale fingers, cushioned now in the gray fabric of his sweater and thick muscles of his chest.  Her ears tingled at the rush of blood pouring through her.

“Samantha,” she managed.

His smile revealed dazzling white teeth but failed to have the desired effect.  The baring of his teeth only made him look more dangerous.  White teeth and that strong, square jaw.  She briefly considered the possibility that he might be a Toe Taggers, but she had seen Nagi’s children as they attacked her father.  They were terrible to behold.  While Alon looked more like a statue carved by a master’s hand, almost too perfect to be real.

His eyes twinkled now, the menace vanishing as he seemed to transform again into someone she could trust.  He moved closer and she held her ground.  Something about the way he looked at her now seemed so reassuring, but she held on to her distrust.

He reached, offering his open hand.  She stared, wanting to take it.  She had to struggle not to.  What power was this?  She tucked her hands behind her, pressing them to the rough bark, preparing to push off and run if need be.

“Go on,” he urged, tempting her with the rich timber of his deep voice.

She did.  Her hand slid over his, palms pressing one to the other.  His skin was cool.  An instant later a flash of energy surged from the point of contact, lifted the tiny hairs on her forearm and caused her skin to tingle.  His eyes locked on hers and she saw the first glimmer of uncertainty there.  Was he as surprised as she?

Her mouth dropped open in a little O as a buzzing started in her ears as the unfamiliar energy lifted the hairs on her neck before it cascaded down her spine.  She shivered.

He frowned and tightened the grip on her hand.  “Cold?”

She shook her head.  Afraid, delighted, anxious as a polar bear stranded on an ice drift. 

He tugged, exerting a slow, insistent pressure that she was strong enough to resist, but somehow did not wish to.  He lifted his opposite hand and crooked one finger using his knuckle to stroke her cheek.  Her body hummed in response, her skin flushing in a way she had not experienced but instantly recognized as sexual.

His index finger then settled beneath her jaw, lifting her chin until she gazed up into those mesmerizing eyes.  Her heartbeat drummed in her ears.

“So if the Great Birds did not send you to me, then who?”

His sweet breath fanned her face and she drew in the fragrance of him.

He moved no closer.  The beating of sexual desire was so strong in her that it almost drowned out the buzz of danger.  But not quite.  She heard it, felt it and shook off the dreamy lethargy.

Samantha pressed both hands against his chest to hold him back.  He paused his descent and gave her a quizzical look.

“How do you know what I am?” she asked.

His half smile showed a lazy quality.  Her mouth dropped open to stare as her heart continued to slam into her ribs like a handball batted against a cement wall.

“Do you know how animals can sense earthquakes?”

She had that same ability herself.  She nodded.

“And how sharks can sense the vibrations of an injured fish from miles away?”

She nodded again.

“And how a spider knows the instant a fly lands in his web?”

She did not like the way this conversation was going at all and fear now gripped her middle in a fist so tight she could scarcely breathe.

“I can sense you, little shifter, feel you with every pore and every tiny hair on my skin.  I can feel the emotions pouring through you like flood water and I can feel the worth of your soul, because that is what I do.”

What the hell was he?


BEAUTY’S BEAST can be pre-ordered and releases in April 2013 from Harlequin Nocturne.


Life: Trimming the Trees

Saturday, December 15th, 2012

Just one of our silly ornaments, a Santa ‘Claws’ from Nantucket Island made of a lobster claw.

I’ve been decking my halls this week and also helping set up and trim my mother’s tree.  Seeing all the ornaments, many of which are as old as me, is a trip down memory lane.  In between the holiday preparations I’m banging out a first draft for my next Harlequin Nocturne.  I’m exactly mid-way through this paranormal romance involving a werewolf stuck in wolf form.  He is still covered with fur and I need to get him out of that fur coat and into bed with the heroine.  That’s what is on my calendar for this week, plus baking cookies, wrapping presents and visiting with friends and family.

December is always exciting and exhausting in equal measures.  I am really enjoying all the bright and twinkling Christmas lights on my neighbors’ houses.  I miss them when they go dark.  It seems as if I need them more in January and February than I do in December.

This week I was also involved in the Harlequin Open House, chatting about my upcoming April release, THE TEXAS RANGER’S DAUGHTER, and sharing photos of my Christmas tree with favorite ornaments.  I visited some of the other chats including the one on organization in Harlequin’s non-fiction releases.  Yesterday I was chatting about how to authors create their paranormal world.  You can visit any of these chats by many of your favorite authors from all of the series lines at

Here is hoping in your own frenzy of preparation for your holiday that you also find some peace on earth, even if it is only for a hot cup of tea with a holiday treat.

Life: ‘Tis the Season to Cook with Butter

Sunday, December 9th, 2012


And the lion lies down with the lamb looking delicious!


Most of the year I am extremely health conscience but not when it comes to baking Christmas Cookies.  They have been a part of my family tradition for as long as I can remember.  I used to decorate them with colorful frosting dripping from butter knives thrust in various teacups.  Once I’d slopped the frosting on the cookie, my fingers and the kitchen counter, I would add a ridiculous selection of candy toppings to all three.  Those special cookies were presented to my grandfather and, bless him, he actually ate them.  He had to have known that we had licked our fingers and then used those fingers to place the cinnamon candy nose and sprinkle eyes on the reindeer cookie.


My Favorite Cookie Cutters


It was this type of cookie actually brought me to the indisputable discovery that the man in the suit was not coming down the chimney and eating the deluxe cookie I left him because I was pretty sure that Santa would not have taken that special offering and put it back in the crisper drawer of the refrigerator.

This one belongs on Santa’s cookie plate!

Well, despite that setback, I still make these buttery, sugary, frosted and bejeweled confections.  Perhaps you want to set aside your worry about your waist-line, cholesterol, blood-sugar or whatever other sensible reservations you might have and just be a kid again.  If so, then enjoy this recipe.

A menagerie of sugar and butter.

Sugar Cookies

1 1/2 Cup Flour

1 tsp Baking Powder

1/2 Cup Butter

1 Cup Sugar

1 Egg


DIRECTIONS:  Beat softened butter and sugar together for several minutes.  Add eggs.  Stir in vanilla and milk.  In a separate bowl sift together: flour, baking powder and pinch of salt.  Add the dry ingredients gradually to the wet ingredients.  Chill the batter in the refrigerator.  Once the dough is chilled (approx. 1 hour).  Dust the counter surface with flour place half the dough on the floured surface.  Dust the roller and dough with flour and roll dough to approximately 1/8th inch thickness.  Use cookie cutters to cut the dough and place the cutout cookies on a silicone mat on a baking tray or on a greased baking sheet.

Bake at 350 degrees for 5 to 7 minutes.  Remove before the edges of the cookie brown.



1/4 cup Milk

2 TBS butter

1 tsp vanilla

Confectionary Sugar

DIRECTIONS: Melt butter in microwave or on stovetop.  Add milk.  Reheat if butter coagulates (as it will in your bloodstream).  Add vanilla.  Then stir in confectionary sugar until the frosting is runny.  Separate some of the frosting and add more confectionary sugar so the frosting stays on a knife.  Using a piping bag, used the thicker frosting to edge the cookies and a second piping bag for filling in the middle with the runny, glaze frosting (or you can just use a sticky butter knife and your fingers).  Quickly decorate with sugar or other candy toppings.  Food color can be added to the frosting for additional effect.