You’ve heard the arguments: romance is unrealistic. It sets wild expectations for modern-day folks who will never have that happily-ever-after experience. It’s not possible in our chaotic world. To that I say, bull!

Want proof?

“When Herman Rosenblat was a teenager, he was in a Nazi death camp in Schlieben, Germany. Roma Radziki, a girl a couple years younger, worked at a farm outside the camp. The two saw each other on opposite sides of the fence one day and Roma threw Herman an apple. This continued every day, but the two never spoke because they were scared the guards

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I’ve been interviewed by the lovely Beth Kery about my new release, Better Than Chocolate. She’s graciously allowed me to share the interview here.

1. Your stories all are scorching steamy, but this one struck me as being even more so. It sounds as this woman is being forced to face all her most erotic, darkest fantasies whether she likes it or not! Do you ever find yourself ‘rating’ in your mind the ‘sexy’ factors of your stories, for instance, this was is spicy, this one smoking, this one boiling? Where might you rate BTC?

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I’m absolutely delighted to launch my new blog!

Savage Hunter wouldn’t exist without the hard work of the always-fabulous Fiona Jayde, so I’d be remiss if I didn’t begin this post by thanking her. She worked tirelessly for weeks to create the layout and implement it, and she put up with a ton of questions from me while she was at it. The woman’s a saint.

After taking a rather lengthy break from writing, I’m finally ready to get back into it on a regular basis. This blog is part of that commitement I’ve made to myself. In the … Read More »

For the first time in months, I had a few spare hours to play with Photoshop this afternoon. The image below is based on a photograph I took while on vacation in Mexico last January.

I know… I’ve teased you all endlessly with mention of my TBR shelves, which, at last count, held over 2000 books. Currently, they’re empty — but don’t panic (heck, I’m trying not to, but I still hyperventilate when I look at my beautiful and very lonely shelves), my books are still in boxes.

I took some pictures before leaving Austin, and I thought it was time I stopped teasing you, and started showing you I really mean it when I say I’m a book addict. Ready? Here goes (click on pictures for larger versions):