My new release Cowboy Boots on the Ground was inspired by a song. It’s by Olivia Newton John and I even named the main character Olivia. She owns Ollie’s Bar and is in hiding from her stepfather who wants to kill her. She bought a country bar in Texas as no one would think to look for her there.
Her fiance broke up with her before she was in danger and they had a special song that reminds her of him. In the opening scene, she’s talking about the song she hates that everyone always plays on the jukebox. Ending up in tears, she has to leave the main part of the bar to hide in her office.
Can you guess the song? If not, here is a link.
The preorder at Amazon is up now. Romantic suspense starting in Texas and heading to the Big Apple! Get your copy today!
Here’s an excerpt for my December 23, 2017 romantic suspense release:
Excerpt:He wanted to help, and he probably could—if shecould trust him…Olivia picked her chair up and sat. Sipping hercoffee, she watched him a few seconds. “Okay then.Talk,” she finally said.“I was military intelligence for a number of years, soif it’s something where you need help in that direction,I’m your man. If you need someone with weapons skills,I’m your guy there, too.”“Why would you think I need that type of help?”“Since you got so offended when I made thecomment about your mother’s illness, my training tellsme there’s something else going on here than a mere fearby a daughter of being held back by her mother’s issues.Why don’t you tell me what is going on and let me see ifthere’s any way for me to assist you.”“Answer one question first.”“What’s that?”“Why? Why are you so gung-ho to help me? We’venever really hit it off and, all of a sudden, you’re beingkind and want to act like the Boy Scout who helps the oldlady across the street.”The phone started ringing again. They let it play out.Rocky picked up where they left off. “I want to help youbecause I’m a nice guy, no matter what you might think,and I see you need it. There’s a mob outside your doorwho would eat you alive if given half a chance. Youcould call Sharon to assist you but I’m quite sure my
skill-set is a bit better at handling those people out therethan hers.”“You’re probably right, but can you blame me fordoubting your motives?”He shook his head. This was getting ridiculous.“You’re right. I’m done. Have a nice life.” Rocky rosefrom his seat, shoved the chair under the table, and turnedtoward the back door.In the moment his hand touched the knob, she said,“Okay. Okay. Sorry. I do need help. Please come and sit.I’ll tell you everything.”
I have a new romantic suspense novel coming Dec 23 from Black Opal Books. Here’s the cover and blurb. Stick around for an excerpt later in the week.
BLURB:New York heiress Olivia Jacobs flees from her stepfatherwho’s trying to kill her in order to obtain her trust funds.Eventually landing in Texas where she buys a country barshe names Ollie’s, Olivia believes herself safe. Then onenight in the bar, some thugs decide to rob the place.Ollivia pulls out her Stillson wrench and ends their plans.Unfortunately, the event goes viral and the mediasurrounds her home the next day. Her cover is blown andher face is all over the tabloids. Now she must run again.Rocky, a rancher living in the same town, offers to helpher escape. Not quite trusting him, or the attraction shefeel for him, she’s reluctant—that is, until her stepfather’sminions show up and she realizes she’s out of options.Now both she and Rocky are on the run from one of themost powerful men in New York, and things are about toget ugly…
I submitted my novel called Overkill to one of my publishers on October 2. I hope they like it! Here’s the blurb:
No one liked Drusilla Isaacs. She spent a lifetime alienating people as if making the most enemies was a personal goal. Now she’s dead. Shot, stabbed and her neck broken and that’s what the coroner can tell from a first look.
It’s up to Maggie Blaine—former friend and one-time victim of the odious Drusilla—and Maggie’s partner, Jacob Brown, to figure out who, out of a seemingly endless list of suspects, would carry out such heinous acts.
Their choices are varied. From Drusilla’s husbands—the former and the current—to the women in her life—her secretary, the mother of her husband’s son, or the new wife of her ex-husband. There’s also another option. A serial killer who randomly appears to insert himself into the mix.
A tale of murder, gems, drugs, illicit sex and a cast of villains who all have one thing in common. Their hatred of Drusilla Isaacs.
A new Regency story from Jillian. This one has spies and adventure as well as romance.
Bored and somewhat annoyed at the restrictions placed on her, Hannah makes plans to visit a friend in London shortly before her mourning period is over.
Before Hannah has a chance to finalize those plans, her butler notifies her of a man in her courtyard. A bleeding, unconscious man slumped over the back of a fine steed. Feeling sorry for him yet glad for some excitement, Hannah has him brought inside.
But when he appears to be a French spy, she realizes the enormity of what she’s done.
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Declan Cavanagh, a member of a secret society of vampire hunters, is on a mission to stop this evil alliance.
In his pursuit, Declan will be faced with many choices—some hard and some easy—and one even heartbreaking, but he knows he must persevere in order to try to bring some normalcy to a world caught up in chaos.
And if, along the way, he gets distracted by a number of attractive women, well, it’s just part of the job…or is it?
I have my advance reader copies in PDF format for Deadly Liaisons. I am offering an e-copy to the first five people who respond with their email address and agree to do an honest review in exchange.
To whet your appetite, here’s the first page:
Water ran over the top of Declan Cavanaugh’s shoes as he dashed across St. Mark’s Square in front of the Basilica. Two o’clock in the afternoon meant high tide this time of year in Venice. It wasn’t an ideal time to be chasing the flunky of a vampire through the streets to try to find the demon’s lair, but what was a man to do?
It was blind luck to stumble upon the short, gnomish creature in that Murano glass shop. Declan went in initially to purchase a new pen, but as soon as he laid eyes on the man he knew could lead him to his prey, all thoughts of a blue glass writing implement fled his mind. Making a lunge for the other man wasn’t the best plan, but Declan had been so stunned to see him, he hadn’t taken time to think through what he should do. He’d acted on instinct instead.
Declan regretted the loss of a portion of the shopkeeper’s inventory, but it couldn’t be helped. As soon as the smaller man noticed Declan, the wretched devil tossed a number of items at his pursuer to try to slow Declan’s progress. A few paperweights found their target. Declan’s head throbbed, but he kept moving. A bit of blood trickled down the side of his face. With each step, the pain in his cranium intensified. Thud, thud, thud.
When the flunky shoved the door open and ran into the street, Declan followed. Promising himself to return to the shop later to make things right with the owner, Declan kept up his pursuit.
At the rate the two men were running, staying on the boards the city’s fathers had devised to try to keep the citizens dry proved to be impossible.
Each time his foot slipped off the boards, splashes of water hit the hem of Declan’s pants and covered his brogans. Great, another pair of ruined shoes. A fleeting thought of gratitude for leaving the Italian suede shoes in his hotel room dashed across his brain. They were costly and the ones he wore would be easily replaced. A bright spot in the day for sure.
The gnome kept going. Declan wondered where the little man got his energy. For sure the shorter chap could move fast. Declan gasped for breath, but he couldn’t afford to slow down. He needed to find and capture Ambrose Schumacher.