Friday, April 26, 2013

I actually blogged

over on Not Your Usual Suspects... Sexpectations.

Finally, the snow has melted and I will be able to get into the garden this weekend. I'll probably end up bent and wizened in the tub on Saturday night but it'll be worth it :)

Writing-wise, I am suddenly having a ball and I'm almost halfway through the first draft of my new serial killer story, tentatively titled STOLEN. Got to keep focused as I have a huge amount to do before summer arrives, and before I go to RWA. I'm also starting to edit March and Josie's story (from Her Sanctuary) that I hope to have published this year. I know I've been talking about it for an age but I'm really trying, I promise.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Just Romantic Suspense

Want to know more about the Wakhan Valley where my story THE KILLING GAME is set, and maybe win an ebook? Go visit me blogging on JUST ROMANTIC SUSPENSE today.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Update--writing news

The reason I've been so quiet is I'm trying to be a writer and a publisher this month and the great news is THE KILLING GAME is now also available in print from or Createspace (the other Amazon's should have it up soon, too). However, the two versions (digital and print) don't show up on the same page yet. I don't know if this is simply because they have just gone up, or if it is a glitch. I'll give it a couple of days before I talk to Customer Service as I didn't even expect to see it up until Monday. I know people have asked about audio. I'll look into that soon too--promise.

I'd love to hear what people think about the book. It is not a traditional Romantic Suspense, more an Action Adventure Romance.

In other news I'm hoping to publish Marsh and Josie's (from Her Sanctuary)--BLADE HUNTER--before the end of the year! I've had a lot of reader emails about this book and I'm trying hard to get it ready.

We still have snow. It's ridiculous. I think it's the longest winter in history!!!

Friday, April 05, 2013

The Killing Game--New Release and excerpt.

I just realized I never actually blogged about my new ebook release (author fail!). Part of me was waiting on the Barnes & Noble and iBooks links to go live but it's been a week so who knows when they'll appear? This book is dedicated to my dad, not that he'll ever read it :)

Wildlife biologist Axelle Dehn isn’t about to let anyone harm her endangered snow leopards—not the poacher intent on killing them, nor the soldier who wants to use them as bait. But Axelle is unknowingly entangled in a conflict that stretches back three decades, a conflict that could spark a war between two of the world’s great nations.

​British SAS soldier, Ty Dempsey, is on a mission to hunt down an infamous Russian terrorist in a remote region of Afghanistan. Dempsey hasn’t failed a mission yet, but when Axelle is kidnapped by the Russian, he is forced to choose between duty and his heart. He risks everything to save the determined, prickly woman he’s fallen for, but in doing so sparks a deadly series of events that threaten to expose the most successful spy in history. A spy who will destroy anyone who gets in his way.


I'll work on the print versions and possibly audio, ASAP. Available from:,,,, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, Kobo, and Smashwords. (Not sure when B&N or iTunes goes live). 
Think Bear Grylls meets Homeland. It's a story about family and betrayal. Here's an excerpt. I hope you like it!

EXCERPT: When our British SAS hero is taken by surprise by our heroine, a snow leopard biologist ...

He held up his hands and turned, relieved to see the woman and not some Taliban nutter or aging Russian terrorist squaring off with him.
Unfortunately the woman was holding a Glock-17 as though she knew how to use it.
“Afternoon,” he observed calmly.
“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t put a bullet in you right now.” Her accent told him she was American.
A joke about the second commandment probably wouldn’t work considering his Diemaco and SIG Sauer were locked and loaded with one in the chamber.
“Is there anyone who’d actually give a damn about a man like you?” Her throat convulsed, and hatred sculpted the lines of her mouth.
The question jolted him. He had mates in the Regiment, but no one else really cared if he lived or died. But she didn’t know that.
He looked at her white knuckles and the pulse beating frantically at the base of her throat. There was something going on here that he didn’t understand.
She stood close. Not close enough.
“You need to put the gun down,” he told her calmly.
“You sonofabitch, you don’t even care, do you?” Her eyes narrowed into glinting slits of rage. Not good. “You think it’s all right for you to murder and kill, but as soon as someone turns the tables—”
“Not true.” He edged closer. “I care very much.”
Her accent was definitely Yankee but held a hint of European. French, maybe. He moved another inch, saw her chest rapidly pump oxygen. He worked on calming her down, talking quietly so she had to lean forward to hear. “I don’t know who you are or what you’re talking about, but I’d hate for somebody to get hurt because of a case of mistaken identity.” Did she have some anti-western affiliation? Anti-war agenda?
“There’s no mistake.” Her lips quivered. “How much money were you offered? I’d have paid you double to leave them alone.”
He frowned. He didn’t have a clue what she was talking about, but she was within reach now. She blinked against the sun so he lunged, grabbing the gun, aiming it away from their bodies and snatching it out of her hands before tossing it out of reach. She struggled and kicked and punched at him, landing one solid blow to his nose, driving white-hot agony through his brain.
Suck it up, Buttercup.
She fought like a rabid wolf, and he could barely keep hold of the seething, whirling mass of fury without hurting her. He finally captured both her hands in one of his, forcing her onto her knees and down onto the ground, face first in the dirt. He used his weight to pin her while he searched for the flexicuffs he kept in his pockets. They took a moment to locate as he was distracted by all that wriggling.
She froze, perhaps realizing that hard thing in his pocket wasn’t another gun. She twisted around to stare at him with hate-filled eyes. He pressed his lips together and tugged the cuffs around a pair of wrists so slim he could circle both with one hand. Then he ran his hands over her body, searching for hidden weapons, making it quick, impersonal but thorough. She flinched when he reached between her legs.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Sure you’re not.” The sarcasm dripped from her words and set his teeth on edge. He wasn’t the bad guy. He wasn’t the one who’d pulled a gun on someone. He finished the search and sat back on his heels. Jesus. This slip of a female had done something no one had in years. Gotten the drop on him. He was thankful none of the lads were here to witness his humiliation.
Underestimating the enemy. Stupid.
He frowned at her as she lay muttering and fighting her bonds. She tried to roll away but he grabbed her and hauled her back. He had questions. Lots of questions, but the high color burning across her cheeks warned him he needed to cool things down a bit. Change direction.
Right now he was an adversary. The chance of winning hearts and minds had never been more unlikely.
He slipped off his pack, went and retrieved her pistol, stuffed it in his pocket, grabbed both their water canteens. The horse stood with one foot cocked. Dozing in the afternoon sun, despite all the excitement.
Dempsey towered over her. She glared up at him and he had to suppress a grin because she wasn’t in the least cowed by the difference in size or weaponry. She had courage but—despite the Glock—little training in the art of close-quarter combat. Crouching, he offered her a drink. To his surprise she rolled onto her side and parted her lips. He cupped her head as he poured a little water inside her mouth. Her hair felt soft against his calloused palms.
She swallowed before jerking free of his touch.
He sat on the cold hard earth and drank his own water, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“What?” She glared.
He said nothing. Just looked off toward where the sun was starting its slow descent in the sky.
“Are you just going to leave me tied up?” She started fighting her bonds again.
He grunted. I wish. “You’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t stop that.” He didn’t shift his gaze from the horizon. Why should he care?
A slight flicker of movement in the distance caught his eye. A subtle shift of shadows high above him on the slope. He brought his scope to his eye to check it out. It took forever to make out the cunning camouflage of a snow leopard against the tawny browns and moss green of the hillside. A smile tugged his lips. They were rare, and he’d never seen one in the wild before. It wore a collar, which was what he figured was going on with these people in their little camp on the edge of nowhere. Although he hadn’t figured on being held at gunpoint by someone he assumed was a wildlife biologist.
The leopard stepped delicately across the rocks, beautifully balanced with strong back legs and that humungous tail, but something looked off with its gait.
The woman crashed into his thigh and knocked him sideways. Her face was distorted and there was a ferocity in her eyes that made her look feral.
He rubbed a hand over his dust-covered face. “You’ve got to be the craziest woman I’ve ever met.”
“Says the man who has shot three of the world’s most endangered species—”
He opened his mouth to correct her but she bulldozered right over him.
“Please don’t kill any more, I have money. I’ll pay whatever you want not to kill him.” She sobbed and it sounded awful in the peacefulness of the mountains. “I’ll do anything you want.” She froze, and then steeled herself as she realized what she’d offered.
Whoa. What the hell? There was a beat of tense silence.
“Really? You’ll do anything I want?” He let his eyes scrape down her body. “As long as I don’t shoot that leopard?”
She nodded although she looked like she’d rather puke. He was torn between humiliation, irritation, and amusement. What the hell was she thinking? He pushed her onto her front and straddled her thighs from behind. Because he was angry he paused for a moment and let his weight sink against her. She felt as rigid and sexy as a tank but he had seen her naked.“Tempting.” He pulled out his knife and cut the cuffs. “Thankfully I don’t have to tie up women for sex. Well,” he amended, “only if they want me to.”,,,, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, Kobo, and Smashwords.

Thursday, April 04, 2013

Last Day of 99p UK Sale!

Last day to get DANGEROUS WATERS on sale in the UK for 99 pence. That's less than a Kitkat! It has eighty 4- or 5-STAR ratings on  I hadn't realized it was on sale until yesterday. If you've already read it, don't forget you can lend it or gift it to a friend :) Brent Carver's book comes out in August.

Known as the Graveyard of the Pacific, Barkley Sound is notorious for surging swells with the power to pull helpless victims into its merciless abyss…

Sergeant Holly Rudd arrives in the coastal community of Bamfield after local divers discover a body with a knife jutting from its chest in the waters of Barkley Sound. As she investigates the crime, Holly soon realizes the sleepy town is rife with secrets. But what unsettles her most is the residents’ insistence that she bears a striking resemblance to the victim of a murder from three decades earlier. She shrugs off the uncanny likeness as a coincidence. But her simmering attraction to Finn Carver, one of the divers who discovered the corpse, isn’t so easy to ignore.

Finn, a former Special Forces soldier, knows it’s best to keep his distance from Holly. Yet it isn’t long before they both give in to the consuming desire they share. And as the danger escalates, Finn and Holly must rely on each other to thwart the plans of a cold-blooded killer who’s intent on keeping the past buried.