Mid Week Tease: We’re Going to Vegas, Baby! #MWTease

Happy Wednesday!

I’m on my way to Las Vegas tomorrow for the Hot Mojave Knights Reader Event! If you’re in the area or just need a quick getaway come to Vegas for the weekend to hang with a fantastic group of romance authors and readers. I’d love to meet you!

To celebrate one of my all-time favorite cities, here’s a tease my first published books (originally titled Marooned in Miami and Lusted in Las Vegas) featuring my favorite Vegas couple, Jason and Stephanie. Both books are now combined in Evernight Publishing’s Marooned with the Millionaire…

Jason had spent all week ensuring everything would be perfect for his long weekend with Stephanie. He was pleased he convinced her to come to Las Vegas a few days early. Jason tried not to think about a future with Stephanie. He thought he had a future with Jessica and was burned badly. This is just for fun, he thought to himself as he walked through the lobby toward The Luna Lounge. Stopping in his tracks, he sucked in a deep breath as soon as he spotted her from a distance.

Stephanie sat at the bar, long legs crossed. Jason was able to make out her profile as she took a sip of her drink. He watched her, patiently savoring every detail of her exquisite form until his gaze reached her back. Her midnight blue, backless dress showcased the curvature of her body that he knew quite well.

His thoughts returned to their night in Miami, when she was his for one glorious night. His hands curled into fists as he remembered the feel of his fingers trailing down that gorgeous back. The very last time they were together he took her from behind. He remembered the way she arched her back and allowed her silky hair to flow over her spine. He also recalled the way he held her tight ass as he thrust deep inside of her, pushing further and deeper with each thrust until neither one could hold on any longer.

The dress hugged every curve perfectly. It was so low in the back that he tried to decide whether she could possibly have panties on. Damn. He didn’t want to have feelings for Stephanie, other than desire, but he knew it was a losing battle. She was exactly the kind of woman that could get under his skin and he knew it. But like a moth to a dangerous flame, he couldn’t stay away.

They would learn much about each other during the next five days and nights, he thought as he walked toward her exquisite form. He watched as she took a first sip of her martini and smiled to himself when he spotted the sugar rim. Yes, he remembered she had a sweet tooth. As she closed her eyes, he swiftly moved in behind her and brushed her back with his fingertips. He instantly felt her skin shiver

and respond to his touch. But instead of turning quickly as if by surprise, she remained still, her eyes closed and a smile forming on her sweet lips. Her reaction to his touch and presence went straight to his cock, as if those perfect lips were about to find their way to his pulsing erection.

Jason was determined to take it slow; unlike Miami, time was on their side. He had all the time in the world to explore Stephanie and to discover what made her tick. 


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I’m hanging out at the cafe all day today chatting about why all my characters somehow end up flirting, fighting, laughing, crying or just tying one on (or getting tied up) in a bar. How *does* that happen? Click here to read more!

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Mid Week Tease: Gotta Love the Souvenir #WIP #MWTease

Happy Teasing Day!

The Colors of Us crew are on tour this week! 

Today’s stop is Lisa’s World of Books! Pop over to read an excerpt, enter to win an Amazon GC, or just say hi! I’d love to see you. :)

Here’s something brand new I’ve been working on. Not sure where it’s going yet, but I like the vibe. Enjoy!

The wisp of silk slipped through her fingers as she tied a scarf around her neck, hoping the accessory wouldn’t tip off her coworkers. But really…who wears a scarf in eighty-degree weather? Someone who’s trying to hide a hickey, that’s who.

Truth was, she had nothing to worry about. Kelsey was the last person her cube mates would suspect of having a hot young lips sucking her neck with enough suction to break blood vessels. 

Of course her timing sucked. It was Kelsey’s turn to present at the monthly staff meeting. Standing in front of the department shoveling the corporate shit without sweating through her blouse was a feat in itself, Now she’d have to do it with a scarf around her neck. Great. 

She blew a breath upward, scattering the bangs that framed her face. Was it worth it? She smirked as the heat of a long forgotten passion crept up her neck making her want to pull the scarf off and show proudly show off the souvenir. 

Damn straight it was.


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A Night at Lady Jane’s Salon @ladyjanesalonss

What did I do last Saturday night?

I wasn’t at martini night…

I wasn’t on the couch watching Outlander…


I read a passage from Colors of Us at Lady Jane’s Salon!

What’s Lady Jane’s Salon? I’m glad you asked!

Here’s a blurb from Lady Jane’s Salon NYC

Founded in February 2009 by romance authors Hope Tarr, Leanna Renee Hieber, Maya Rodale, and book blogger, Ron Hogan, Lady Jane’s Salon® is New York City’s first–and only–monthly romance fiction reading series. The Salon takes great pride in having hosted such luminaries of romance fiction as Eloisa James, Suzanne Brockmann, and Marjorie M. Liu while also encouraging debut and mid-list authors to “be our guest.” Past and present guest authors represent the full spectrum of the diverse and ever-evolving romance genre from traditional historical and contemporary romances to novels that cross over to science fiction and futuristic, fantasy and steampunk, inspirational and GLBT romance, to name but a few.

My reading took place at a Lady Jane’s Salon® satellite location in a lovely french cafe in Silver Spring, MD.

Pictured from left to right: Merry Bond, me :) , Ellen Butler, Kastil Eavenshade, P.A. DePaul and Miguelina Perez (Lady Jane's hostess and organizer)

Many thanks to Miguelina Perez, fellow featured authors of the night, and the lovely ladies from local RWA chapters who were in attendance. It was a truly fabulous night.

After considering a few different scenes for the reading, I decided on this pivotal dark moment from Colors of Us…

Max’s words unearthed feelings he’d shoved into the far corners of his mind. Hunter paced the bar like a caged animal all morning until Alex sent him out to run errands. He jumped at the chance to get away from the bar for a while and work off some of his nervous energy. McAvery’s had been his salvation after the accident, but lately, it felt like a prison. It was time to finally move on and away from the city. Too many memories taunted him at every turn. A gust of early autumn wind blew against his face. A fresh start would do him well.

Hunter returned from the bank and corner produce market. Placing the bag of lemons and limes on the bar, he signaled to Mikey. “Put those in the fridge, would you?” he asked.

“Yeah. Hold on, you got a phone message from—” Mikey held up the scrap of paper and squinted. “Max. But she sounded like a chick with a cigar.”

“Maxie?” Hunter furrowed his eyes and grabbed the message. “Did she say why she called?” She never called him. His skin prickled at the back of his neck.

“Nah, but she left her number. Said to call her right away.”

Hunter leaned over the bar, picked up the receiver, and dialed the number Mikey had written on the scrap of paper. One ring after another sounded in his ear as dread dug a hole in his stomach. Finally she answered.

“It’s Hunter.”

“Where’ve you been? I tried your cell.”

“Left it home. What’s going on?”

“It’s your friend Michelle. She came back this afternoon. Been here for a while, and there’s something not right with her. You need to get down here.”

“I’ll be right there.” Hunter hung up. “Watch the bar. I gotta run out. Tell Alex I’ll be back soon,” Hunter barked at Mikey as he raced out the door, picking up his pace from a fast walk to a jog.

Pushing open the door, his eyes fell on Max behind the desk. “What’s up? Where’s Michelle?” He followed Max’s gaze to the corner of the gym. Michelle’s hair was dark with sweat and stuck to her cheeks and neck. She pummeled the heavy bag with a succession of hard punches. The wires of white ear buds dangled from her ears, reminding him of the way she zoned out when she painted. “What’s the matter? She looks like she’s just focused on a hard workout.”

Max shook her head. “It’s more than that. I stepped behind the bag to check if she was okay. She just looked right through me. She’s in a zone, but a dark one. I’ve seen that look before. Something’s going on. What do you know about her?”

“I know she’s afraid of everything. Her fear rules her life. She won’t take a bus or the subway. Won’t even leave her apartment when it’s dark. I told you I brought her here to teach her self-defense. I’d hoped it would help.”

“Hunter, look at her. She’s punching that bag so hard her knuckles are bleeding. Go to her. Help her.”

As he drew closer, deep bass beats filled the air around her. He didn’t know Yo-Yo Ma’s music, but he’d bet a round of drinks at the bar she wasn’t listening to it. It sounded like some type of hard garage rock. She seemed unaware of his presence. His gaze washed over her reddened face as sweat dripped over her empty eyes.

“Fuck him. I should’ve fought. I should’ve fought back,” she muttered through labored breath.

Hunter stepped behind the bag and waved his hand in front of her eyes. No reaction. “Michelle.” He pulled the earbud wires from her ears.

Stopping for a moment, she curled her fingers into tight fists and continued with an onslaught of punches as though her life depended on her fight.

“Michelle. That’s enough, sweetheart. Stop.” He grabbed her wrists.

“No! I should’ve. I should’ve fought. Back. My fault. It was all my fault.” Her chest rose and fell as sobs wracked her body.

“Shh. Shh. Breathe, it’s okay.”

Closing her eyes, she continued to fight him.

He let go of his grasp and accepted her punches to his chest and arms. Cupping her face with his palm, he brushed the hair from her eyes with his other hand. “Open your eyes, honey. You can do it.”

Open your eyes, honey. You can do it. Visions of the night he said those exact words flashed into his head. He stared at the blood from her knuckles and saw Isabel’s blood rushing from her head and soaking the T-shirt he used to try to stop it. No. Not now. He began to shake. Dropping to his knees, he took Michelle to the floor with him.

He wrapped his arms around her and rocked her on his lap. “You’ll be okay. You have to be okay.”

You’ll be okay. You have to be okay. Isabel’s broken body flashed through his mind. Her limbs were tangled like a rag doll. He refused to look and kept his eyes focused on her face. Gathering her onto his lap, he rocked her broken body. Open your eyes, honey. You can do it.

Her eyelashes flutter and her gaze met his. “Hunter?”

“Don’t worry, I have you.” He brushed away the sweat-soaked strands of hair covering her eyes. Her smile melted his heart. Without thinking, he bent his head and lightly brushed his lips over hers. The salty taste of sweat mixed with tears exploded on his lips. He needed more. Cradling her head in the crook of his arm, he pulled her close and coaxed her mouth open with his tongue.

Her hands snaked around his neck and her fingertips raked through his hair. She parted her lips, accepting his tongue as a soft moan filled his mouth.

He pulled away, cupped her chin in his palm and swiped the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered.

“It’s okay. I wanted you to.” She smiled.

He studied her face for a moment and helped her to stand. “Let’s sit on the bench over there, and I’ll find some first aid supplies and cold water.” Sliding his arm around her waist, he helped her sit before grabbing the first aid box and a couple of water bottles from Max at the front desk. “She’s okay,” he said unconvincingly.

Max’s gaze traveled from him to Michelle. “You sure?”

“She has to be,” he said quietly and returned to Michelle, approaching as she examined her hands.

“I can’t believe I did this to myself.” She wiggled her fingers. Three knuckles on both hands were oozing with blood.

“Let’s take these off first.” He slowly unwound the hand wraps and inspected the damaged knuckles. “You really did a job on your hands. Want to tell me what happened?”

“I don’t know.” She averted her eyes.

He gave her hands a small squeeze and her gaze returned to meet his. “You were talking about fighting back. Was it about the attack?”

Michelle looked down and nodded.

“What the hell happened to you?”

She shook her head.

His hands slid over her shoulders. “Hey, you can tell me. Please.”

Michelle’s gaze slowly met his. Wet lashes formed triangles as she blinked away tears. She took a deep breath. “Two years ago, I stayed on campus after my senior year to take a class I missed and needed for graduation. Everyone had moved out, but they let me stay to finish my class. This guy, a football player, had the same deal. We went out a few times before, but his drinking was out of control, and I told him I didn’t want to see him anymore. One of the last nights there, he saw me at a club and tried to dance with me. He was all over me and reeked of alcohol. I told him to leave me alone, and I left. He showed up at my room that night. I don’t even know how he got into the building.” Michelle hissed as he dabbed the broken skin.

“Sorry, go on.”

“He came to my door, acting all sweet. I opened the door just a crack, and he forced his way in.” She sucked in a breath as though she were fighting for her last. “I told him to leave, but he kept saying I wanted him, I wanted it. I told him no. I. Said. No. But he didn’t listen.” She turned her face, and tears streamed down her cheeks, landing on his hands as he cleaned her wounds. “A security guard making his rounds heard the door hit the wall when he forced himself in. He pulled the guy off me before he could do anything.”

Hunter stopped what he was doing and swore under his breath. “Fucker. Was he punished for what he did?”

 “He did some jail time for assault. I had to go to court and face him. Know what he said to the judge?” Michelle’s shoulders slumped, and she averted her eyes to the ground. “He said I wanted it, otherwise I would’ve fought harder.”


“Yeah. Nice, right? The sad part about it is I believed it for a long time. I mean, why didn’t I fight back harder?” She shook her head and a lock of hair fell into her eyes. He tucked it behind her ear with his fingers and cupped her cheek, regaining her gaze.

A weak laugh escaped from her mouth. “I told you I was a fucked-up mess. But here’s the thing. I spent the last couple of years hiding and avoiding because I didn’t think I could protect myself. But something clicked today. An energy coursed through me, and I couldn’t stop it. It just came pouring out.” She pointed to the heavy bag. “I felt strong. For the first time, I have a little bit of my old self back.” She wiped her eyes on her sleeve. “I have you to thank for that.”

Hunter carefully dabbed first aid cream onto the cleaned wounds and wrapped each one with a bandage. A battle raged inside him, twisting his stomach into a jagged ball. Who was he kidding—he could clean her wounds and apply a bandage, but he couldn’t be what she needed. He’d disappoint her in the end. He couldn’t save her, just like he couldn’t save Isabel. “You have nothing to thank me for. You did it all. I only showed you how.” He brushed her bandaged knuckles lightly with his thumbs.

“These should heal in a few days. A week, tops. No boxing for you until then.”

She held her hands in front of her face and wiggled her fingers. “I’m going to hit the little girls’ room.”

Hunter’s gaze followed her as she disappeared into the women’s locker room. Scrubbing his hand along his face, he gathered the first aid kit supplies and walked slowly to the front desk. Placing the kit on the desk, he avoided eye contact with Max, who knew him better than he knew himself. “Tell her I had to leave.”

“Hunter. Wait,” Max’s stern voice called as he swung open the door and took a few deep breaths before breaking into a fast jog.

His head spun. Images of Isabel floated in and out of his mind’s eye. She trusted him and he let her down. He’d do the same to Michelle. Fuck. Why didn’t he die instead of Isabel? It was a question he asked himself often. Death would’ve been easier than the prison of guilt he lived in. He escaped sometimes, but it always lurked in the shadows. 

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This #MWTease is dedicated to Sexual Assault Awareness #Snarktember

Hey there!

Today’s Mid Week Tease coincides with my Snarky Mom Snarktember day. My topic is Sexual Assault Awareness; not a “light” topic, but one that needs attention. Please click over to the post, the statistics are eye-opening.

The heroine of Colors of Us is a victim of sexual assault. I love this scene because it’s the beginning of Michelle’s transformation from victim to survivor…


“What if I told you there was a way to protect yourself without relying on mace?”

Michelle turned to face him and lifted her hands from her sides. “Come on, look at me. How much damage am I going to do to an attacker?”

“You have more fight in you than you know.”

“No, I don’t.” She shook her head.

“You do, you just need some help finding it.”

“Help? I’ve had more help than you can possibly imagine. I’m fine, really. The mace gives me a sense of security.”

“Did you ever use it in a real life situation?”

“No, ” she said meekly.

“Then how do you know it’ll save you? Turn around, let me show you.”

Michelle narrowed her eyebrows. “What do you mean?” “Turn around. Let’s pretend you’re walking down the sidewalk or even at your front door turning the key in the lock. Pretend you have the mace in your hand.”

She shrugged and turned so her back faced him and her right hand held an imaginary canister of mace. “This is silly.”

“Don’t freak out, but I’m going to grab you from behind.”

She braced herself for his touch. Strong arms wrapped around her at her elbows, rendering her mace-holding arm useless. She froze, realizing the mace wouldn’t help her in this sort of situation.

“You’re small, so an attacker can easily pick you up and carry you off in a New York second.” Even though she was restrained, his voice soothed her from panicking. “What would you do in this situation?”

Michelle thought about what she would actually do. Nothing. There was nothing to do. “Scream.”

Hunter chuckled and released her. “What else?”

She turned around. “There’s nothing else I could do, and you’re right. The mace wouldn’t have helped me in that situation.”

Hunter nodded. “True, but believe it or not, there’s a lot you could do. Even with your small size. In fact, your size can even help you.”

Michelle sighed. “I doubt that. But thanks for showing me I’ve been walking around with a false sense of security. Much appreciated.” She rolled her eyes and walked to the front door.

“Hey, I didn’t do it to piss you off. I just wanted to show you the mace doesn’t really help, but I can teach you something that will.”

Her shoulders rose and fell a few times before she spoke. “Look, Hunter, remember at the bar when I said I may be as fucked- up as you?”

He nodded.

“Well, I was attacked a few years ago. Nothing happened to me physically. Campus police came before he….” She ran her fingers through her hair, remembering that night. “They came in time. I lived in fear for a long time.” She hugged her arms around her chest. “I don’t want to be afraid anymore. The mace helped me find the courage to walk home in the dark when needed. I don’t know what else to do.” She pushed the front door open, hoping he’d leave before the tears filling her eyes escaped down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” he said. He passed through the doorway as sheets of rain poured down behind him.

“Here, take this.” She handed him the handle of the dripping umbrella.

Instead of taking the umbrella, his hand covered hers and he squeezed. “Why don’t you do something about it?”

She pulled her hand from his. “What can I possibly do?”

He took his wallet from the front pocket of his jeans and flipped it open. “Meet me here tomorrow morning at eight,” he said, handing her a damp business card.

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Mid Week Tease: “Stop checking out my ass” #MWTease

I love long holiday weekends because look at that! Hello, it’s already Wednsday! Yesss

I’ve teased you with Colors of Us for the past few months. Now it’s available for you to download on your tablet, eReader, phone…wherever! It’ll be in print soon because I’m taking Hunter and Michelle on the road with me. Click here for my appearance schedule. Please come by and say hi if I’m in your neck of the woods. I’d love to meet you.

Today’s tease is from my WIP and the next book in the McAvery Brothers series, tentatively titled Passion of Us. It’s Alex and Miranda’s story. I love a fiery-I-can’t-stand-your-guts-but-you’re-still-sexy-as-hell reunion story, don’t you? Here’s the beginning of the opening scene…

“What kind of games are you and your brother up to now, Alex?”

McAvery’s Bar buzzed with patrons celebrating the annual Snowball Crawl through The Village. From his seat at the bar, Alex’s eyes flicked up and his lips upturned into a slow smile. He turned toward the source of the voice although he’d already known the owner. He’d know that voice anywhere: warm, sensual with a twang of Creole from her Louisiana roots. Her accent always became more pronounced the angrier she became. Judging by the way she said his name, she was pretty damn mad. Swiveling on his stool, his eyes locked on familiar brown eyes flecked with gold searing through him. He cursed as his cock jerked against his slacks. After four years, she was even more beautiful than he’d remembered. Taking a deep breath, he folded his arms. “Miranda Locke. I thought you said hell would freeze over before you walked into my bar again.”

“I need to talk to you.”  She mimicked him by folding her arms but all he noticed was how her chest rose and fell from anger and her half dozen block or so walk from her gallery to the bar. “Follow me,” she ordered and swiveled on her stilettos which made her almost six foot frame even more imposing. The crowd parted as she stepped forward. Miranda’s presence screamed ‘don’t fuck with me’. He slid off the stool and followed as she lead a path to his office. His eyes washed over her curves and lingered on her leather skirted round ass.

She peeked over her shoulder when they reached the door. “Stop checking out my ass, Alex,” she said, turning the knob and striding into his office. She walked to the other side of his desk and sat in his leather chair. She always fought him for control. Damn her.

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Change your calendar… it’s #SNARKTEMBER

Change your calendar… it’s SNARKTEMBER !!

Celebrate the fun… the quirky… and sometimes even the smexy… days of SNARKTEMBER!

Be sure to visit SNARKY MOM READS each day of Snarktember to learn about the daily celebration, featuring guest posts from awesome authors! Each author will offer a giveaway and there will also be a HUGE giveaway with the grand prize of a Kindle, sponsored by amazing authors, publishers and bloggers – so don’t forget to enter the SNARKTEMBER Giveaway!

I will be blogging about World Suicide Prevention Day and specifically about Sexual Assault Awareness on September 10th. Please be sure to stop by in support of this important cause. :)


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Mid Week Tease: Are you ready for some smexy? #MWTease #ColorsofUs

Happy Mid-Week!

Colors of Us released yesterday, and get this, it’s already a couple Amazon TOP 100 lists. Really!

If you bought a copy, thank you. I hope you’ll love Hunter and Michelle’s story just as much as I loved writing it.

Here’s the last tease from Colors of Us for now. Next week I’ll move to my current WIP, Passion of Us. It’s Alex and Miranda’s story. I’ve committed to getting this one out by the holidays.

Now, are you ready for some smexy??

“Lean back,” he whispered and knelt again.

She pushed back on her elbows, breasts peeking out, and her dark hair spilling over her shoulders. He flipped her hair out of the way and traced his fingers over her soft globes and along her ribs, following his fingers with his tongue until he reached her tattoo. “I’ve dreamed about getting up close and personal with this ever since you teased me with a glimpse.”

Michelle giggled. “I didn’t tease you.”

His fingers traced the outline of a red rose. “Every time you reached above your head, a strip of skin showed at your waist and I’d get a peek at this.” She shivered at his light touch. “I’d wonder exactly where the design ended.”

“Now’s your chance to find out.” She wiggled out of her yoga pants, and he pulled them from her legs before getting a better look. The stem of the flower turned into an ivy pattern. It hooked over her hip and dipped into the soft, warm flesh of her lower abdomen.

“You know the inspiration of my tattoo. What does this represent?” he asked, tracing the flowing lines.

“Roses signify love, warmth, and resilience. The winding stem is life’s twists and turns. Plus it’s pretty badass, isn’t it?” A sexy laugh bubbled from her throat.

“You are amazing,” he said before inhaling the scent of her arousal. “I can’t wait.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked, her eyelashes formed a sexy veil as the vivid blue of her eyes showed through.

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A Special Release Day: Colors of Us (McAvery Brothers, 1)

I have to say, this is a special release for me. 

Colors of Us is not only my first full length novel, it’s the type of story I always wanted to write. Bits and pieces of this story have been marinating in my head for quite sometime. I started writing it last summer and finished the rough draft during National Novel Writing Month. It went through many reiterations (and titles) since then. The end result is sweet, sexy, means a great deal to me. So I’m thrilled to share it with you today, RELEASE DAY!

It feels so good to have a release day. *grins* 

Colors of Us is book one of the McAvery Brothers series. Books 2 & 3 are already in the works (plus a cool novella), so I promise it won’t take me another year to get the next one out. In fact, I’m targeting Nov/Dec for book 2, Passions of Us. 

Oh, and I found out Colors of Us is an Editor’s Pick (I love my editor, Trish xoxo). Woo-hoo! What a way to start a series! Thanks to everyone who stuck with me during my hiatus. Now, are you ready to meet Hunter McAvery, the youngest McAvery brother?

Colors of Us

McAvery Brothers, 1

Everything she knew to be true fell apart. Then fell apart again…

Michelle Willis is running from her past. What better place to hide than in the anonymity of New York City. Finding refuge in a tiny SoHo art gallery, she rebuilds her life one painting at a time.

A wrong turn sends Hunter McAvery on a crash course with disaster. He fights his own demons by following his big brother’s lead – drinking and bed-hopping his way through Manhattan.

A glance at Michelle’s self-portrait triggers emotions Hunter can’t tamp down. Driven to meet the artist, he discovers a fiery chemistry as their lives collide. But when their past threatens to tear them apart, can their love survive?

I can’t wait to share a deep dive into this story and series during my blog tour which kicks off September 15th. They will be plenty of prizes and swag giveaways so stay tuned for details. 

If you’d like to read Colors of Us (and I hope you do!), it’s now available here:

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Mid Week Tease: Forgettable? Not a chance. #MWTease #ColorsofUs

It’s a wonderful day! Not only is it my favorite day of the week, Mid-Week Tease day of course, but also Colors of Us will be on Amazon’s preorder status today. Woo-hoo!

I’m teasing just a little taste of Michelle’s boxing lesson with Hunter…

“I think you’re a natural, Willis.”

After a few sets, she brushed a sweaty strand of hair from her cheek with her forearm and pointed to the water bottles on the mat. “It’s harder than I thought it’d be.”

Hunter handed her a bottle. “Boxing has it all. Strength, endurance, cardio, balance. It’s a hell of a workout and a great stress reliever.” He turned to her and studied her face. “If you ever want to, you know, talk, I’d be happy to listen.”

She stared at him for a moment and looked down at her water. “I don’t want to be seen as the girl with the problems. That’s why I moved to New York, to blend into the scenery. To be that nondescript person you forget the moment she’s out of sight. As soon as I unload my issues, I become the girl with issues. Not the girl painting the kick-ass mural at the bar. I’m sure that makes no sense to you. I don’t want to be rude, but no, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Is that really what you want? To blend? To be forgettable? I hate to break this to you, but you’re way too beautiful to be forgettable.”

Colors of Us releases August 26th!

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