Preview of the New Renter!

Here's a preview of the New Renter, a story series coming up in the next week for the first book!

It was getting dark when Cassi brought her bike up to the rack in front of the house, quickly fastening it. In her old neighborhood, she’d had to bring the bike in if she wasn’t goin gto be right next to it—if not, you could be certain that she wouldn’t have a bike by the time she turned around.

But her new room was in a good neighborhood, nice homes and small stores set far enough away from the city that you didn’t hve to worry about the rush hour traffic jams that plagued so much of the housing.

Cassi had been lucky to get it. And I’m holding on to it, she thought as she pulled her helmet off, shaking out her red hair as she undid the bun she kept it in when she was working. Some of her fellow messengers suggested that she cut it, but Cassie liked her long, shiny hair. Putting it in a bun to keep it out of her way wasn’t too much to pay for the way guys looked at her when she was walking along the street.

And guys looked at her a lot. You didn’t work as a bike messenger, riding up and town the city streets, from the shoreline to Hillside, without developing some serious body tone, and yet, Cassi had a good figure, smooth, well-shaped thighs, curvy hips and a great ass, coupled with her firm tits and pretty face.

Cassi smirked as she remembered the guy who had almost tripped as he’d watched her go by today. There was a reason that she had invested in a nice, tight set of riding clothes. After all, if people saw a good looking girl deliver their packages,they might ask for that same girl to deliver more packages.

“And that means more money for Cassi,” she told the air as she walked through the front door. Maeve would be here—Maeve was pretty much always in during the day. Cassi sometimes wondered if that was the reason she rented the house out at all, so that she didn’t have to head out and get a job.

Not that Cassi was going to ask, because that was Maeve’s business and in any case, Cassi really didn’t want to risk losing her nice place to stay. Nope. No way, no how.

In fact—Cassi stopped and frowned. She could hear Maeve’s voice, but she was talking to someone else—a guy?  Maeve didn’t talk with guys.  Pity, because Maeve was good looking, but she didn’t talk with guys.

More importantly, if she was talking with a guy…

Cassie started moving quietly to the living room, where Maeve’s voice was coming from, along with the male voice. It was low, powerful, somehow filling the room, even though Cassi couldn’t actually make out what was being said.

A friend, a relative?  A boyfriend? Cassi was of two minds on that. On the one hand, would it be so bad If Maeve got herself someone she could actually have fun with?

On the other hand? Sometimes that meant that you would decide that you didn’t need a bunch of renters cluttering up the space that you were going to be filling with your guy.

So maybe she should check it out. With that thought in mind, Cassi moved to the door to the living room.

And stopped.

Maeve was standing, back to the door, facing a guy.

A big guy. He had black hair, and a muscled body that was plain even through his slacks and white shirt and he was just looming over Maeve.

Not hostiley. No, it was just that he gave the impression of filling the room, with his little woman in front of him.

Wait. Little woman? Where the hell did that come from?

Book I, coming soon!

Coming Soon, the Moon's Kiss: 3, Fertile Fields!

A quick Excerpt from the beginning of the Moon's Kiss: 3, Fertile Fields. We're going from the jungle to small town America and soon everything will be changing!

The sun was beating down over the field as Gabby started to get ready for the day.  She flipped the sign to OPEN and looked out over the field of strawberries.

Glad I’m not picking them, the college girl thought. The strawberries weren’t quite ready, not yet. When they were, there would be people out to pick them, and she and Tom would be helping to package the new product.  But right now, they were just ripening, the red and green colors gleaming in the light. 

And that meant it was time to wait for someone to show up and buy their products. Mornings were always dead—most of the usual customers were either at work or at that college, show only the odd traveler showed up at the stand, at least until the afternoon and early evening.

But, she got paid, and it helped ensure nobody came by to help themselves from a field full of strawberries, even if they weren’t fully ripe.

That’s who I am. Gabby, overstuffed college student and strawberry guard.  She sighed, looking at her reflection in one of the metal storage units.  Strawberry (hah!) blond hair, green eyes, and a body that was…

Well, not fat, but with a little too much in the way of curves and belly for most guys to see her as great looking.  Or even good looking.  She was, at most, cute, the kind of person you looked at and dismissed in favor of the high-breasted, flat-bellied cheer captain walking down the street in her uniform because she never had to worry about having a paunch.

Oh, sure, they had to diet and exercise, but so did Gabby,  but that never helped her. She could starve herself, exercise until she was red in the face and she still had all of her weight go the wrong places.  Gabby sighed and reached down and pinched her belly.

Still way too much.

“Hey, Gabby!”

She started at the voice behind her, squeaking and spinning around. Tom was standing at the entrance to the building, grinning at her response. “Sorry, did I freak you out?”

“N-no!” Not more than usual. Tom was… Hot. Good looking, buff, his black hair and blue eyes going great with his tough build. The kind of guy that Gabby would love to date if only she could get up the courage to ask him.

But well, Tom probably wasn’t interested in someone like Gabby. Nope, he could get all the girlfriends he wanted.  Hell, he probably already had all the girlfriends he wanted back at college.

And he didn’t want Gabby.

“Hi Tom,” Gabby finally said. “How is everything?”

“Well, my class is going well, that is for being a slave-TA,” the graduate student chuckled. “You?”

“I’m not there yet,” Gabby said. She shook her head. That was another thing—Tom already had his BA, and Gabby was merely in her second year of college. So he didn’t just have the hot girls mooning over him, he had girls who were in graduate school mooning over him. Gabby sighed. “I have to finish my calculus, and hopefully not fail it. Again.”

“Ha!” Tom said. “Wait until you hit high-level chemistry.  Then you can get your anger out by blowing up the lab.”

“And paying for it,” Gabby said, brushing an errant lock of her hair over one ear. “So, anything to do today?”

“Nah. No harvesting, and since it’s the middle of the week, I don’t think we’ll get many people in. You know what that means.”

“Yeah,”  Gabby said, looking at her books. “Study time.”

“Study time,” Tom agreed. “But I do have a few friends who may be driving by.” He gestured at some of the bagged fruit. “Promised them a few bags of strawberries and cleared it with the boss.

“Oh.” Gabby stared down at the bags. “Where are they from?”

“Down from some experimental farm in South America,” Tom said with a chuckle. “Liam was supposed to be there for a bit longer, but something came up and so he’s back. Supposedly, he’s moving to a little farm town out in the boonies.”

“More than here?” Gabby asked.

“You’d be surprised,” Tom said with a chuckle. “I—” he stopped. “Well, it looks like we have some customers.”

Gabby looked over at the car pulling into the dirt parking lot. She knew that car.

Fuck.

Fertile Fields, the Moon's Kiss, Book III, should be out before the end of the week!

Preview for The Nanotech Alpha: Beginnings!

Coming in less than a week, it's the Nanotech Alpha: Beginnings! It’s a story of a man dying from radiation poisoning, the woman who gives him an illegal and experimental treatment, and his transformation into a powerful, nanite-infused alpha male—and that’s just the beginning of this new, erotic science fiction series! 

“So, how’s your girlfriend?”  James asked Hank as they sped down the 5 Freeway, sirens blaring.

“Puzzling out the secrets of the universe,” James replied as he took the turn off the freeway, cars getting out of their way.  Thank God it’s not rush hour.  If that had been the case, they’d barely be out of the station. As it was, he could see the plume of smoke rising up in front of them.

“Dispatch, this is Unit 35,” he said. “We’re coming up on the accident. Any news of what it is?”

“Negative. According to witnesses, it’s a collision between a truck and city bus, but the truck is unmarked.”

Well, that can be very good or very bad.  There were a lot of little fly by night delivery companies out there, groups that didn’t bother with anything other than a second hand moving van and a guy without a license.

More importantly, you never knew what might be in those vans. Could be empty, could be full of trash, could be full of the kind of stuff you really didn’t want to catch fire.

“Unit 35, be advised that other units will be delayed due to traffic conditions.”

Shit. “Understood.”

And there was the wreck. A city bus that had been T-boned by an old semi.It looked like the guy had managed to slow down enough so he didn’t just obliterate the bus, but it still looked pretty damned bad.  People were out on the sidewalk staring at the show or using their cell phones to take pictures of the wonderful smoke that was pouring from the trailer. Not only that, but the trailer was sagging on its wheels like the suspension was about to collapse.

What the hell is he carrying?

They brought the small rescue van to a stop, James stopping and leaping out.

Hell, Hank thought, We’re the first here—we even beat the cops.

“Are there any injured?” He asked the bus driver.

“No, man,” the driver said, obviously shaken. “Had a bunch of teens in the back, but nobody in the middle—if anyone had been…”

“Yeah. Bus is clear, right?”

“Yeah.  What about the truck driver?”

The man spit onto the ground. “Bastard jumped out of the truck and someone else picked him up—they tore out of here like the devil was on their tail.”

Well, that’s not good. Guys might run off for any number of reasons, but someone in  a truck, with a car following, that would also let him get on board and flee the scene of the crime?  That was a heavy duty felony, and that meant that whatever was in that truck might be…

“I’m going to check the trailer,” Hank called. 

“Man, can’t you wait until the rest of the units get here?” James sounded concerned.

“And if there’s someone in there? I can think of a few reasons that might have someone running like hell, and kidnap is one of them.”

“Fine—but don’t stick around. I don’t like the look of that fire.”

I don’t like the look either. He was just going to open the doors, (unless they were hot), check in, and if there were no people, move back until the other units got here. James had already moved the crowd away, so he could check and…

The rear doors were cool to the touch. Good. No fire. Hank pulled one door open, straining for a moment to get it moving. Then he looked into the rear, shining his flashlight over a collection of objects.

And he saw yellow trefoils.  A lot of them. Radiation warnings. And several of the containers bearing them were ruptured, with little piles of pellets by them. Hank slammed the door shut as he fell back, realizing that it was heavy for a reason.

Radiation shielding. The fuckers were driving radioactive materials through the middle of LA… A wave of weakness surged through him.

“James!” Hank said, his voice getting weaker. “Call… Call it in…”

“Yeah?” James came running as Hank sagged to the ground. “Shit, Hank!”

“Radiation—waste… get the area clear…” Well, shit, Hank thought, as the world seemed to fade into gray, the day had started out so well…

Previewing The Salesman (Fertility Idol: Changes)

As the influence of the Idols flowers and magic continues to spread, people who have never seen the idol will soon discover a whole new world! One salesman, Hank, driving down the highways of America, is about to take refuge from a storm with a sexy farmers MILF, and her younger, beautiful friend, just in time for the idols changes to show him that sometimes dreams do come true--and that the soil isn't the only fertile thing here!  Just for my fans, here's the first part (Note, the final publication may be edited and changed from this version)

You know, seeing America as a traveling salesrep seemed a whole lot easier before you tried to do it, Hank thought to himself as he nursed the motorcycle along the empty country highway.  The brochure enticing him out of his comfortable office and into this new life hadn’t bothered mentioning little things about what to do when it looked like your bike was about to die—fifty miles from nowhere.

Or what to do when your last five prospects either decided not to buy from you or even worse, loved what you were selling— loved it so much that they couldn’t wait to see if they could buy it online.