 | Today I have a first look at my newest project. The book is unnamed at the moment. I'm waiting for inspiration to strike on the words for the titled. Which is rather funny, since this new series is all about the Muses. But, at least for now, I'm calling the series The Goddesses of Delphi. The books are set in the fictional town of Delphi and revolves around the nine muses. It's an aggressive project, I know. But I'm up for it. |
So, here's a peek at the first meeting between Clio, the goddess of history, and Jax Callahan, a new professor at the Delphi City University.
A sudden gust of wind caught the door and propelled it toward Clio’s head. The dull thunk of the door connecting with her forehead reverberated in her ears. Glittering stars burst behind her eyes.
She stumbled backward and flailed her arms, the safety cone flying from her grasp.
“Mother goddess!” The epithet, equivalent of today’s goddammit, burst from her lips before she could bite it back. Tears watered her vision as a large man reached for her. His big, warm hand wrapped around her arm and steadied her. A barrage of tiny, invistible arrows flew from his fingertips up her arm.
“Oh, God! I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” His deep, husky baritone voice echoed as he asked.
She rubbed the tender spot on her head. She blinked to clear the moisture from her eyes, bringing the man into focus.
Set under a set of slashing black brows, his deep amber eyes reflected warmth and concern. A square jawline covered in a sexy scruff of midnight black whiskers. Lips thinned and turned down in a frown. She took a step away, breaking the hold he had on her arm, and immediately missed the heat and comfort of it.
His broad shoulders, encased in a blue oxford cloth shirt, was wet from the rain, drops of water sparkled on his cheeks. Lifting his hand, he swiped his thumb over her forehead, prodding gingerly at the sore spot and rising lump there. When she flinched, he did as well.
She pushed his hand away. “I’m okay. I keep asking the administration to install glass entry doors, to avoid things like this happening. Perhaps if I have a concussion they’ll listen.”
“Oh, hell! Did I hit you that hard?”
She shook her head cautiously, to make sure her brain didn’t rattle around. “No, I exaggerated.”
As much as it grieved her to do it, she turned from the man’s gaze and stooped to retrieve the safety sign. A moment later she’d settled the bright yellow cone over a damp spot on the floor. When she spun around to return to her work area, she did exactly what the sign warned against.
As she slipped on a slick spot, the stranger reached for her once again. Grasping her arm, he kept her upright, balancing her against his solid body. He saved her from the mortifying reality of a tumble to the floor. Although, if he were a cushion she’d gladly take a fall if landing on him was part of the cost. Preferably straddled on his lap.
And where in Zeus’s name had that thought come from?
As he steadied her on her feet, again, she shook the sexy, errant thought away. “Thanks.”
“My pleasure.”
Ooh, that deep voice rasped across her senses in a deliciously wicked way, making her imagine all sorts of things that would be forbidden by library policy.
A sudden gust of wind caught the door and propelled it toward Clio’s head. The dull thunk of the door connecting with her forehead reverberated in her ears. Glittering stars burst behind her eyes.
She stumbled backward and flailed her arms, the safety cone flying from her grasp.
“Mother goddess!” The epithet, equivalent of today’s goddammit, burst from her lips before she could bite it back. Tears watered her vision as a large man reached for her. His big, warm hand wrapped around her arm and steadied her. A barrage of tiny, invistible arrows flew from his fingertips up her arm.
“Oh, God! I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” His deep, husky baritone voice echoed as he asked.
She rubbed the tender spot on her head. She blinked to clear the moisture from her eyes, bringing the man into focus.
Set under a set of slashing black brows, his deep amber eyes reflected warmth and concern. A square jawline covered in a sexy scruff of midnight black whiskers. Lips thinned and turned down in a frown. She took a step away, breaking the hold he had on her arm, and immediately missed the heat and comfort of it.
His broad shoulders, encased in a blue oxford cloth shirt, was wet from the rain, drops of water sparkled on his cheeks. Lifting his hand, he swiped his thumb over her forehead, prodding gingerly at the sore spot and rising lump there. When she flinched, he did as well.
She pushed his hand away. “I’m okay. I keep asking the administration to install glass entry doors, to avoid things like this happening. Perhaps if I have a concussion they’ll listen.”
“Oh, hell! Did I hit you that hard?”
She shook her head cautiously, to make sure her brain didn’t rattle around. “No, I exaggerated.”
As much as it grieved her to do it, she turned from the man’s gaze and stooped to retrieve the safety sign. A moment later she’d settled the bright yellow cone over a damp spot on the floor. When she spun around to return to her work area, she did exactly what the sign warned against.
As she slipped on a slick spot, the stranger reached for her once again. Grasping her arm, he kept her upright, balancing her against his solid body. He saved her from the mortifying reality of a tumble to the floor. Although, if he were a cushion she’d gladly take a fall if landing on him was part of the cost. Preferably straddled on his lap.
And where in Zeus’s name had that thought come from?
As he steadied her on her feet, again, she shook the sexy, errant thought away. “Thanks.”
“My pleasure.”
Ooh, that deep voice rasped across her senses in a deliciously wicked way, making her imagine all sorts of things that would be forbidden by library policy.
The Nine Muses
And here is a look at my newest release, Playing With Fire. this is a short novel based on characters in the Five Senses books, Exposed To Passion and Hearts In Harmony
Playing With Fire is priced at 99¢ only for the first month. The special release price won't last forever, so go grab this story about a hot, hot fire marshal and the woman he burns for.
Playing With Fire is priced at 99¢ only for the first month. The special release price won't last forever, so go grab this story about a hot, hot fire marshal and the woman he burns for.
Playing With Fire
191 pages
Release Date: November 16, 2015
Amazon Exclusive
Blurb
Every day is filled with conferences, obligations, and disciplinary meetings for Assistant Principal Sarah Willis. When a student is sent to her office, a confrontation with his father, the new fire marshal in Granite Pointe, doesn’t extinguish her instant attraction to the man.
When his son gets into trouble at school, Cris Bayfield discovers he’s hot for teacher. His interest in Sarah goes beyond parent-teacher conferences, but her artistic side and his past history could spell doom for any potential relationship.
When the theatrical director for the high school play resigns unexpectedly, Sarah has to step in as the understudy, throwing her in Cris’s path on a regular basis. As they spend more and more time together, her resolve to not get involved with a parent goes up in flames.
191 pages
Release Date: November 16, 2015
Amazon Exclusive
Blurb
Every day is filled with conferences, obligations, and disciplinary meetings for Assistant Principal Sarah Willis. When a student is sent to her office, a confrontation with his father, the new fire marshal in Granite Pointe, doesn’t extinguish her instant attraction to the man.
When his son gets into trouble at school, Cris Bayfield discovers he’s hot for teacher. His interest in Sarah goes beyond parent-teacher conferences, but her artistic side and his past history could spell doom for any potential relationship.
When the theatrical director for the high school play resigns unexpectedly, Sarah has to step in as the understudy, throwing her in Cris’s path on a regular basis. As they spend more and more time together, her resolve to not get involved with a parent goes up in flames.
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