I love Mardi Gras. Growing up, I would attend every parade that I possibly could. And these days, I make sure my son gets to see the floats when they come booming by us. 😉

Since I love Mardi Gras so much, it’s really not surprising that I had to write a book that featured the parades. A few years ago, I released UNTIL DEATH. I figured for some #ThrowbackThursday fun, I’d share more about that book:

When Ivy DuLane witnesses a murder during the madness of Mardi Gras, she enters a deadly cat and mouse game with the killer. The city has gone wild with the annual celebration, and Ivy has to rely on sexy homicide detective—and her ex-lover—Bennett Morgan for help. But with every moment that passes, the killer grows bolder, and the body count starts to rise. It soon becomes very hard to tell the innocent from the guilty…especially since Bennett is keeping dark secrets of his own.

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Mardi Gras societies are cloaked in secrecy. The balls are huge, elaborate affairs where the drinks flow very, very heavily…and I always thought, wow, what a perfect scene for a crime. With so many people, with so much happening, this would be the perfect place to commit a murder. Yes, while other folks are celebrating around me, I’m plotting murders. It’s what I do. 😉

Want to read an excerpt from UNTIL DEATH? Here you go!

It’s book release day! RUN TO ME is available now! Love romantic suspense with a dark edge of paranormal romance? Then this one is for you!

RUN TO ME will be available to readers tomorrow–but if you’d like, you can go ahead and read the first chapter right now!

We’re just days away from the 1/23/18 release of RUN TO ME, so I wanted to share a new book tease with you.

Happy Friday! Stay warm out there!

Just one week until the release of RUN TO ME! How about a little tease?

“I want to make things right.” His face had tensed, and his gaze seemed to burn.

And there it was again. His guilt. Always between them. “I’m not some pet project.” Her words came out angry, crisp. “Not some mistake you just get to wipe away.”  But…wasn’t she a mistake? Her chest ached, and she lifted her hand, pressing her palm against her racing heart.

“You’re not a mistake.” His gaze burned. “You could never be that.”

He moved toward her once more. Very, very close. And his hands rose to curl around her shoulders. She stiffened because that electric awareness was there again, and Willow tried to retreat, but there was nowhere to go. Her back was pressed to the mirror behind her.

Emotions swirled inside of her. Dark and twisting. Sometimes, she was twisted, too. She could do things, such bad things.  She could slip into a person’s mind and turn fears into reality. She’d…hurt people.

And Willow knew she’d hurt others in the future. That was who she was.

“You shouldn’t touch me,” she reminded him, her voice hushed. “You know touching me is dangerous.”

Because if she touched her prey, it gave her power. The power to slip right into her prey’s mind—

“Do I look afraid?”

She blinked. No, he didn’t look afraid.  He looked—

“Ever wonder what it would be like if we kissed, Willow?”

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