My son’s spring break from school starts this weekend and we’re headed for Branson, Missouri for the week (3/28 – 4/5). Should be fun. We’ve got a condo south of Branson in Hollister on Table Rock Lake. I’ll post pictures when we get home. We don’t have big plans for doing much other than relaxing and hanging out, maybe taking in a show.  I’ll just be glad to get out of Florida for a week and away from the blooming oak trees. I’m highly allergic and this Spring is really bad.

This is Louie and Onyx. Most of the time they try to act as if they don’t like each other. But cuddling at naptime is a whole different ballgame.

Holding Out For A Hero, the print combination of Flyboy and Have A Little Faith In Me, is now available from Ellora’s Cave Publishing! YAY! My Hussies series stories are in print.  

Have a Little Faith in Me

Believing in the paranormal is no stretch for healthcare worker Andreana Costas. She’s used to dealing with things most people won’t admit exist. But convincing a man of science to have faith in her intuition—impossible. Andi has no choice. A mystical warrior assigned her a mission that will have a profound impact on all mankind. Success requires big personal sacrifices, like the career she loves and the hunky doc she desires.

 

Helping trauma surgeon Darius Raines race to the rescue and save the world just in the nick of time is going to require all the bravery and strength she can muster. That, along with some duct tape, several silk ties and a nice firm bed.

 

Flyboy

Take an ancient Hussy warrior hunter with a Scottish castle that changes before your eyes. Mix in a computer geek with a wild imagination, an unemployed biker scarred by the past, and task them with saving the world. Add a dash of freaky past-life regression along with some cool spy stuff and you’ve got one heck of a recipe for adventure.

 

They just may succeed at their mission—stranger things have happened. However, the consequences are deadly and failure is not an option for Twyla or Jhett. Surviving the seedy underworld of weapons dealers requires learning to trust each other if they’re to have any chance at breaking the endless cycle of repeating their mistakes…over and over…in one life after another.

 

 

I am definitely not an all work and no play kinda girl. I live for play time and require frequent travel to keep my muse in good functioning order.  At the end of the month is my son’s spring break from school. We’re headed to Branson Missouri for the week. I’m hoping it won’t be chilly!

As soon as we get back I have to get organized for the Romantic Times Convention. I have a few small things to pick up, like a new pair of sandals, but for the most part I’m ready. I’m really excited because friend and fellow author Rhian Cahill is making the trek to Orlando all the way from Singapore. On her blog today she was talking about her new purchase, one of those tiny Acer toy laptops that fits in her purse. I’m doing the exact opposite. I’m debating if I’ll take the sensible 15″ laptop or drag my 20″ powerhouse laptop along on the trip. LOL! The monstrosity is not really portable but I feel lost without it. Knowing me, I won’t decide or even pack until the last minute.

There are those rare, devistating men who can speak volumes, saying more with one smoldering glance than another guy can in hours of sweet talk. Bedroom eyes that say, “Yeah, I got what you want and when I get you between the sheets, I’m gonna take my time delivering exactly what you need.” Whoo-damn! I’ll take a man who can seduce me with his sexy eyes over a talker any day!