I recently found out that my contemporary erotic novella, Never Enough, will be appearing in Secrets, Volume 16 (scheduled to be published by Red Sage this July). I was pretty surprised to discover that this particular story would be coming out this soon–I’ve been working on a werewolf trilogy for Red Sage, and my previous editor had indicated that she wanted to delay the publication of Never Enough until after I was finished with my werewolf tales. But…hey, I’m happy with the news. Heck, I’m always happy when one of my stories gets published.

And my second werewolf tale, The Wolf’s Mate, has already been line-edited and sent back to the publisher. When I get an exact publication date for that manuscript, I’ll post about it.

Never Enough was actually the first story I sold to Red Sage. It’s a tale of modern, star-crossed lovers. Here’s a brief excerpt: (Please note: This excerpt is intended for adults only–there is graphic language included.)

Her hand shook as she reached for the lock. She closed her eyes a moment, and then opened the door. Abby moved forward, putting her body solidly in the doorway. “I told you not to come here.” And she had. Those words had been so hard to utter. But she’d done it. She’d ended things with Jake.

His eyes, his brilliant blue eyes, shone like chips of ice. They were locked on her, their intensity sending a shiver over her.

He took a quick breath and gritted, “What you told me was to fuck off, but I’m not going to do that.” He took a step forward, bringing his body inches from hers. The heat of his skin seemed to burn her, and the light scent of his cologne filled her nostrils.

“You have to do it,” she said, forcing the words out and lifting her chin. “It’s over, Jake. I don’t want to see you anymore, I can’t see you–“

He grabbed her, pulling her into his arms and capturing her mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue plunged past her lips, igniting a wave of desire that Abby was helpless to fight.

“You want me,” he whispered, pulling back slightly. “And God knows I want you.”

Her nipples pressed against her robe, and she knew that he could feel her need.

His fingers moved, slipping under her chin and forcing her to look up, forcing her to meet his penetrating gaze. “Why would you throw away what we have? Why?”

Abby pressed her lips together. She could still taste him. She looked into his eyes. Could he see her fear? Because she was terrified, of him, of her own feelings.

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