Chronicles

The Promise Excerpt

Please don't beat me!

I'm sorry. The Chronicle is going to be late again. I have it halfway done, but I am sitting here burning up, dealing with a headache and praying the kids will be kind and knock me out. I haven't been feeling good all weekend and should have started to write this one sooner. I keep screwing this up and will try to do better. The second part of School Shopping is started, but there isn't enough to post.

So, I am going to share an excerpt from The Promise along with an apology. I was also planning… Read More

School Shopping: Part I

“Yeah, I’m not going,” Mikey said, shaking her head firmly, because this wasn’t happening.

“Mikey,” her mom said, sighing her name heavily with a sad shake of her head as she gestured for Mikey to get in the car.

“Not happening,” Mikey said, because she absolutely refused to get in that car.

It wasn’t happening.

It just… Read More

Excerpt from Tall, Dark & Furious

“The call, wife?” Trace said, watching as his wife stared down at the piece of parchment that his father had left him and read the line of numbers that he hadn’t been able to make sense of to herself while he stood there taking in every devastating curve of her body before he forced himself to look away.

He didn’t want to notice how good his wife smelled or how soft her skin looked, because the last thing that he needed right now was a distraction. For the last three hundred and fifty-three years he’d thought of only one… Read More

Fourth of July

“No,” Jason said absently as he watched the kids play while Haley sat there, unable to help but sigh wistfully as she looked over her shoulder at the most beautiful sight that she’d ever seen in her life.

“It’s not happening,” Jason said as she took in the signs for cotton candy and fried dough with a wistful sigh.

“Just one game?” she said with a hopeful smile as she reached up and pushed her glasses back up only to catch the murderous glare now being sent her way.

“No,” the bully that she’d married bit out with a pointed look at… Read More

Giveaway and Chronicle Delay

Hey, everyone, sorry about the hour. I got distracted this weekend with work, fixing up the house, and more work, lol. The weekend rushed by me faster than expected. I will be posting the Chronicle Wednesday night. 

Now, for Wednesday's Chronicle we are going to do this a bit differently. We're going to do a giveaway. Comment here or on FB with a Chronicle idea and the winner will receive signed NFH books. 

Thank you and have a good… Read More

Sleepover Part IV

“I’m going to make burgers if you guys are hungry,” Uncle Reese said, sounding bored as he walked past their hiding spot and headed towards the kitchen while Sebastian slowly moved forward until he could place his hand over Mikey’s mouth before she gave them away.

“It’s a trap,” he whispered softly as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her back towards the back of the large closet and behind a stack of boxes while his gaze shot to Mathew.

The weakest… Read More

Father’s Day

“What are you doing?” Zoe asked, blinking down at him.

“The better question would be, why aren’t you fluffing my pillows and tucking me in?” he demanded as he crossed his arms over his chest as he switched his glare towards the door. “And where are my children?”

“Having breakfast,” Zoe said, before gesturing towards the bed. “Let’s get back to something for a minute. Why am I supposed to be fluffing your pillows?”

“Because it’s Father’s Day,” he said evenly, gesturing for her to get on with… Read More

The Sleepover: Part III

“Are the kids still alive?” the incredibly beautiful woman curled up against him mumbled as she pressed a kiss against his neck that had him wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer.

“For now,” he said, since he decided that it was probably not a good idea to make any promises that he wouldn’t be able to keep.

“Are they asleep?” she whispered as he felt her hand slide teasingly down his chest and over his stomach.

“They’d better be,” he said on a groan as she continued to kiss a path along his neck while her hand slid beneath… Read More

The Sleepover: Part II

“Your father is going to kill me,” Jonathan announced as Mikey laid there, trying to push the large jerk that had helped himself to her Kindle off her back, but he simply adjusted his legs with a satisfied sigh and pinned her to the couch.

“For what?” she asked, really wishing the men in this family learned to get to the point. It would really save her a lot of wasted time, she thought with a groan as she tried to reach back and shove Sebastian’s legs off only to give up with another groan.

“This and that,” Jonathan said absently… Read More

Special Request from Tall, Dark & Furious

An excerpt from Tall, Dark & Furious. 

“Oh, crap! Oh, crap! Oh, crap!” Sam muttered somewhat hysterically as she fumbled for the flashlight that had sent her flying a minute ago when she’d decided with the help of the horrifying roar and the little bastard that had taken it upon himself to stop her from leaving, that hiding in the basement was her best option.

Granted, at this point it was probably her only option since Charlie, the traitorous little bastard, wouldn’t let her leave the house. When she’d grabbed her keys and headed for her truck, the little… Read More