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!
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Here’s an excerpt for my December 23, 2017 romantic suspense release:
He wanted to help, and he probably could—if she
could trust him…
Olivia picked her chair up and sat. Sipping her
coffee, she watched him a few seconds. “Okay then.
Talk,” she finally said.
“I was military intelligence for a number of years, so
if 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 the
comment about your mother’s illness, my training tells
me there’s something else going on here than a mere fear
by 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 if
there’s any way for me to assist you.”
“Answer one question first.”
“Why? Why are you so gung-ho to help me? We’ve
never really hit it off and, all of a sudden, you’re being
kind and want to act like the Boy Scout who helps the old
lady across the street.”
The phone started ringing again. They let it play out.
Rocky picked up where they left off. “I want to help you
because I’m a nice guy, no matter what you might think,
and I see you need it. There’s a mob outside your door
who would eat you alive if given half a chance. You
could call Sharon to assist you but I’m quite sure my
skill-set is a bit better at handling those people out there
“You’re probably right, but can you blame me for
doubting your motives?”
He shook his head. This was getting ridiculous.
“You’re right. I’m done. Have a nice life.” Rocky rose
from his seat, shoved the chair under the table, and turned
toward 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.
New York heiress Olivia Jacobs flees from her stepfather
who’s trying to kill her in order to obtain her trust funds.
Eventually landing in Texas where she buys a country bar
she names Ollie’s, Olivia believes herself safe. Then one
night 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 media
surrounds her home the next day. Her cover is blown and
her face is all over the tabloids. Now she must run again.
Rocky, a rancher living in the same town, offers to help
her escape. Not quite trusting him, or the attraction she
feel for him, she’s reluctant—that is, until her stepfather’s
minions show up and she realizes she’s out of options.
Now both she and Rocky are on the run from one of the
most powerful men in New York, and things are about to
Check out the cover for my book to be released by Black Opal Books in September, 2016. This one takes place in my hometown and has lots of locations that I frequent. It was great fun to write and include restaurants I love as well as other familiar locales.
The cover is perfect for the story.
I went to New Orleans last week and one of my friends who had read The Eisenger Element wanted to see the house I had previously taken a picture of as my inspiration for Linc’s house in the Garden District. This house is down the street from Anne Rice’s former home and I loved it the first time I saw it. We actually drove right past it this time as I didn’t recognize it.
We got out of the car when we saw Anne’s house and walked down the road. AND there was the house. Dull, drab and lifeless now. What were they thinking? It had so much character and now it’s awful. Yeah, maybe it’s more dignified but who wants to be vanilla pudding if you can be chocolate truffles with pecans??
What do you think? Improvement or disaster? Link to The Eisenger Element.
Grab your copy today. Sassy Emilia and sexy Lincoln are a lot of fun. Check them out here for the kindle version. There’s also a paperback for you folks like me who like to smell and touch paper! Yep, I’m addicted to paper!!
I was thrilled to find The Eisenger Element up for preorder. It’ll pop right into your inbox on release day. How cool is that? Here’s the Amazon link (which is the only one I’ve found so far).
A New Orleans trolley
I’m really excited to get this one out there. I love, love the city of New Orleans and the inspiration it gives me. I hope I’ve done the place justice as there’s really no place like it.
Here’s a teaser of The Eisenger Element (release date is Oct 24, 2015) and some more New Orleans pictures.
Wasn’t it bad enough his brother had been wrongly convicted? Now they were trying to hang a rap on him…
“You and your brother are very clever. He’s been convicted of murder himself—”
“Oh, so, in your esteemed opinion, the inclination to murder is something that’s in the genes?” Linc took a step in Emilia’s direction. “First of all, my brother was wrongfully convicted—wrongfully—and secondly, that’s one of the most inane things I think I’ve ever heard in my life.” Linc took another step toward her.
Emilia resisted the urge to back up, as she didn’t want Eisenger to know he’d gotten to her and that she was a bit frightened by the anger in his voice. She threw a grateful glance at Howard as he took hold of Lincoln’s upper arm.
“Hang on, man. No need to threaten the lady,” Howard said.
“She’s no lady and I didn’t threaten her.” Lincoln spread his arms and grinned but to Emilia it appeared to be more of a grimace than an actual smile. “I’m an innocent man standing in his own driveway being needled by an officer of the law. Maybe I need to make a call of my own to the police commissioner. Tell him all about the harassment I’m enduring based on the mere fact that I have a brother in Angola and I have a dead law partner who I couldn’t possibly have had a chance to kill. What do you think?” Linc glared at Emilia. “How do you think that phone call could affect that gold shield that I bet you have had for about five minutes?”
“You don’t have that kind of clout, mister. If you did, your brother wouldn’t be in prison now, would he?”
At that comment, Lincoln did lunge at Emilia. She whipped her gun up and aimed it directly at his chest.