
Driven, the second book in my YA series The Warrior, is releasing May 13th!!
Military Romance Series-To Be Named
short or novella length
Active military in peace time or war time
Any time period (present day, War of 1812, Spanish/American, WW1, Greek/Spartan, Napoleonic, etc.)
One or both of the H/H must be in the military service, any branch, including Coast Guard.
CAN BE FOREIGN military (Aussie, Brit, etc.)
Should feature a strong alpha male character
No sci-fi/fantasy for this particular series (but we always welcome them outside of it)
should have HFN or HEA
Can have menage, BDSM, etc. as long as it fits within our guidelines
Send submissions, indicating 'Military Romance Series' in the email, to submissions@decadentpublishing.com
So, last night out of nowhere all of our plumbing--the toilets, tubs, and sinks--started randomly overflowing with black, stinky, disgusting water. It turns out there was some kind of blockage between us and the street that caused the problem. Inside the house, the backup caused several vents (I thought they were pipes but it turns out they were vents) leaked and will have to be replaced. Into the late hours--my husband, his massage therapist who had the bad luck to be here when it happened (Needless to say last night's massage did not make his back feel better), the emergency plumbers, the Inspector for the water company, and myself worked hard to try to stop and then clean up the mess.
So, I thought I was going to a new dentist and guess what? He's the brother-in-law of my old dentist. I couldn't stop laughing. It was like I had gotten stuck in some kind of Central Casting Joke.
I have been writing the sequel to my book Eye Contact for some time now. Its not unexpected that it would take some time for me to write this one. Eye Contact is a long book, over 90,000 words, and Embraced is shaping up to long as well.
His finger pressed deeper into her underpants and she gasped. No one ever touched her there, not even herself. There was no privacy in Crescent. They slept on beds that were about ten inches from each other. It didn’t lend itself to a lot of self-exploration.
“I’m going to take your panties off now.”
I sometimes think of Daphne DuMarurier. If you don't know her, she wrote my favorite book entitled Rebecca. This book is a really fun read filled with intrigue, murder, and yes...romance. Its brilliant and I reread it all the time!!
What began with Tristan's story in Her Wolf will ultimately end in Gabriel's story. Thirty years earlier, Kendrick's evil plans nearly destroyed the pack.
Each book positions the brothers to both meet their mate and to play their role--with their mate's help--to help improve the pack's odds against beating an enemy that has longer to prepare and is seemingly more powerful than they are.
Westervelt is a limited story. It can't go on forever, much as I might like it to. It will end with Gabriel's story and right now I have two more to write.
I will miss it when it's over. I've always thought, and I hope the reader thinks, of each brother as puzzle pieces--each one bringing their unique talents to the war. They don't know how important they are until they are faced with their personal task. This is absolutely true with the book that is coming out next--Angel's Wolf.
Thank you so much for going on this journey with me and the Westervelt Wolves. I hope you enjoy their battle against Kendrick as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

Thank you all so much for coming to check out this weeks Six Sentence Sunday. These six sentences come from the chapter I am writing in my Work in Progress called Embraced. It is the second book in a series called The Conditioned.
Here is this weeks six:
“I know that I want you in a way I have never wanted anyone else. Sex was kind of…blah…for me.” She shrugged and he watched transfixed as her pale shoulders went up and down in the dark. Seven had a way of saying things that was so unique to her. He doubted he’d ever hear anyone else ever describe it that way again.
“Well, we’ll endeavor to do better than blah.”
Yesterday, I posted on Twitter that I had finally met my word count for the day. I was hugely relieved. I realized, as I posted the news, that perhaps I should explain. I have daily word count goals that I have set for myself.
As was just suggested to me on Twitter (thank you RJ), since I can't come up with a decent blog topic, I'm going to write something random today and hope its not too dumb.
I arrived home yesterday after having a wonderful time in Louisiana with my husband at a wedding to find that my children were not feeling well. Three weeks ago, my middle son caught--again--strep throat at his nursery school. It promptly made its way around the house with my oldest and youngest sons catching the dreaded infection. Then again last week, he caught it again. So, of course, now it looks like they've both caught it again. We have a nine-thirty AM doctors appointment to determine if they have strep so I'll let you know.
For this weeks Six Sentence Sunday, I thought I would give you six sentences from the Mermaid Short Story I've just sold to Decadent Publishing. I think that Dara England did a beautiful job on the cover. Anyway, some of you have seen some of this before. Hope you are all well!!If she’d hoped for any decorum based on the fact that they were outside and in front of others, she’d been sadly mistaken. Sylarus shouted like she’d never heard him do before. Not even on the day she’d been caught plotting against his father’s rule. He always stayed cool and mostly collected. The fact that he even raised his voice meant he had really lost it with the news she’d given him.
She jerked her head up to stare him in the eyes. Just because he screamed didn’t mean she had to cower.
