New Book! FOREVER Cover, Description and Official Release Date

My new book is almost ready!

I haven't had much time to share with you the progress of this book, but rest assured it's because I've been working hard to get it ready for publishing this month, as promised.

First things first–the title. It's called Forever (Time for Love Book 1). Barring any unexpected problems (fingers crossed there wouldn't be any), Forever will be available in the stores by… March 24th! (Maybe even a couple of days earlier if things go smoothly with uploading them on the various sites).

So here's the first look of the cover and the book description:
Forever 1600x2500Rebecca Andrews knew she was lucky to be hired as a private nurse for an elderly lady who was going on a one-month trip aboard a luxury cruise ship. But there was one big problem. The client was the grandmother of her ex-boyfriend–the guy she was still in love with, the guy who didn't love her back.

Zach Carmichael couldn't say no to his grandmother's plea to join her on a month-long cruise for her eightieth birthday. But he didn't expect his spritely gran to bring two private nurses with her. One of them happened to be the woman who'd broken his heart–the one he believed lied to him about her feelings.

Aboard a luxury liner, their passion for each other flared again. Was it just a temporary flame brought about by the romance of being on a cruise? How could they give love another chance when they were both afraid to put their hearts back on the line?

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In a handful of days, I'll post chapters one and two and you can be one of the first people to read them 🙂

Before I go, I just want to say thanks so much for your support! It means a lot to me, knowing there are people out there who enjoy the fruits of my many hours of toggling between delightful imagining and pulling hair in frustration, and between typing like a maniac and staring into space.

I continue writing because you continue reading 🙂

Till my next post.

Much love,
Miranda xxx

 

Secret Tastes Chapter One

We're getting closer to the 20th, the official release day of Secret Tastes, Sam and Adam's love story. I'm really excited. (Yes, I always get that way every time I publish a book. Admittedly, I get nervous, too.)

I promised to post Chapters One and Two of Secret Tastes so for today, here's the first chapter. I'm splitting them in two so each post wouldn't be too long–but also so you can have something to look forward to tomorrow ;-).

Without further ado, here it is. Hope you enjoy it!

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Samantha Lane was wet. Very wet. Even the ends of her long, deep brown hair were sodden. Her umbrella was nowhere near big enough to protect her from the incessant rain.

The good news was she was now first in line for a taxi. The bad news was she'd been standing there for over twenty minutes, and the last cab that picked up the passenger before her had left ten minutes ago. Where were all the blasted taxis?

If she wasn't still on a high from a wonderful night, she'd be downright cranky by now. Fortunately she was still feeling the buzz, which negated the dampening effects of the bad weather and the long wait to get home.

The cooking master class presented by the Michelin starred celebrity chef, who flew in to Sydney just for the special event, had been fantastic. But it was the last two hours of mingling with the attendees that held enormous value for her.

Those who had paid top dollar for the closed door ‘after-class drinks' had been given the opportunity to meet and greet food industry experts who were normally out of reach to the general public. Professionals from fresh food suppliers to well-known Australian chefs were on hand.

And paid top dollar, she had. She wouldn't have missed it for the world. While part of her reason for coming to Sydney was to visit her cousin Kris McCann and their best friends, Jasmine Allen-Summers and Ari Mitchell, she made sure her trip coincided with this rare occasion.

All in all, she had an excellent time. Except for one thing. She was sure she had just made an enemy tonight—with an ultra-glamorous, sensational-looking woman whose first name she didn’t get to know.

Miss Glam-Who-Couldn't-Cook—as she’d nicknamed her—rubbed her off the wrong way with her haughty, unfriendly attitude and her ridiculous questions that anyone with the most limited understanding of food preparation would know. For heaven's sake, people shelled out good money to learn advanced cooking techniques, not waste their time hearing answers to basic questions like ‘how do you know if the oil's hot enough?' Seriously!

She wasn't usually the rock-the-boat type of person, but geez, Miss Glam-Who-Couldn't-Cook really got up her nose. It had been her bad luck that she had to sit next to the woman all through the class. When she quietly—and very politely—volunteered to teach Miss Glam-Who-Couldn't-Cook the basics of cooking after the master class had finished, she got an evil glare and a bitchy flick of lustrous hair with perfectly manicured fingers. She probably shouldn't have offered, but the woman was hogging the Q&A with her elementary level questions.

Samantha exhaled loudly. Thinking about Miss Glam-Who-Couldn't-Cook while standing in the middle of a driving rain diminished her remaining enthusiasm. Thank God she wasn't likely to bump into that woman again.

She craned her neck, hoping that the vehicle drawing near was an empty cab. Unfortunately, it wasn't even a taxi. Maybe she should text Kris back and tell her she needed to be picked up after all. She should have waited until she was inside a cab before sending her cousin a message that she would catch one home instead.

The approaching car slowed down to a stop directly in front of her and the driver wound down the passenger side window.

“Sam?” a man called from within.

Surprised, she bent down to look inside the vehicle. Her heart started beating wildly as a handsome face with chestnut hair and hazel eyes grinned at her. Goodness, it was Adam Craig.

“Adam! What are you doing here?”

“I've come to pick up a friend. I didn't know you'd be here. Hop on in.”

She eyed the interior of his expensive luxury car. “I'm drenched. I might ruin your leather seat,” she responded.

“Don't worry about it,” Adam said with a laugh, reaching over to open the front passenger door.

With a grateful smile, she closed her umbrella and got in. She felt guilty about the amount of water dripping off her but she let herself relax. She was comfortable with Adam. As he was one of the best friends and business partners of Trey Andrews, Kris's fiancé, she'd known Adam long enough to know he was a wonderful, easy-going guy.

“Are you okay?” Adam asked.

“Yeah, thanks. I'm glad you saw me standing there. I was debating whether I'd go back inside and ask Kris to pick me up. I didn't anticipate the lack of taxis but I suppose it's understandable in this weather on a Saturday night.”

“I should have known you'd be here. How come you didn't mention it yesterday?” Adam asked.

“Oh, I told the girls about it but you guys must have been so busy chatting that you didn't hear.”

“We should have another karaoke session like that,” Adam said with a grin. “That was fun.”

“It certainly was,” she agreed, remembering with fondness their little party organised by Kris and Trey at their place in celebration of her short visit from Melbourne.

Adam was a bit like her when it came to karaoke—not bad at all, but not good enough to win any competition. As usual, Jasmine had been the best singer. Her husband Kane Summers had stared at her like he'd wanted to ravish her as she sang a sexy song. Ari could carry a tune, too. When her fiancé Dylan Summers—Kane's brother and Adam's other best friend and business partner—joined her for a duet, it had been touching. Cheesy, but touching. But she thought the best part of yesterday was when Trey proposed to Kris after showing off his new dance skills while Jasmine sang.

“So how was the cooking class?” Adam asked as he drove toward the covered area just outside the entrance of the function centre.

“It was great! Well worth it.”

“Good,” he answered distractedly as he scanned people's faces. “There's Sandy,” he murmured as he honked his horn briefly to attract his friend's attention.

Sam's eyes widened in dismay as a strawberry blonde looked up from her phone and smiled at Adam's approaching car.

Oh, hell. She couldn't believe it. Miss Glam-Who-Couldn't-Cook was Sandy—Adam's on-again, off-again girlfriend.

She thought Adam and Sandy had broken up for good. Were they back together again? Why was Adam picking her up?

Appearance-wise, it didn't surprise her that the two were attracted to each other. Adam was a gorgeous hunk and Sandy was a stunning girl. But how could someone as nice as Adam have someone so bitchy and juvenile as that woman for a girlfriend?

*******

Adam shook his head surreptitiously as he watched Sandy trot to his car. He was certain Sandy would assume his acquiescence to picking her up as a sign that he still cared. She'd be wrong. But as much as he had been tempted to ignore Sandy's call for help, the chivalrous part of him couldn't stand the thought of leaving a woman—any woman—stranded in this type of weather. The fact that Sandy was an ex who was still pushing for a reconciliation didn't stop him from doing her this favour.

Sometimes, especially when it came to obstinate girls, his considerate nature was a curse.

Sandy was about to get in the front passenger side when she froze. She'd caught sight of Sam already sitting there. Obviously, this was totally unexpected.

He pressed a button to wind down the window. “Sandy, get in the back,” he called out.

It took long seconds before Sandy snapped out of her shock and did as she was told.

“Hi,” Sam said as Sandy settled herself in the car.

Sandy didn't respond.

Adam sighed. Sandy was the competitive type and typically couldn't stand being overshadowed by another female.

“Sandy, this is Sam,” he said, glancing at his rear-view mirror and catching Sandy's big scowl. “Sam, this is Sandy,” he said to Sam who was staring at the road ahead.

“Hi, Sandy. Good to meet you,” Sam said pleasantly. Turning to Adam, she said, “Sandy and I were sitting next to each other during the class but we didn't get to properly introduce ourselves.”

“Oh, right. I hope you both had a great time,” he said conversationally.

“Hello, Sam,” Sandy finally acknowledged from the back. “How come you've never mentioned Sam to me before, Adam? We've been together for months and this is the first I've heard of her.”

He suppressed the desire to roll his eyes. Sandy's tone was amiable but the barb was there. “I had my reasons,” he answered mysteriously.

There was a time when he'd considered Sandy's bitchy attitude as plain straightforwardness. He had been quite infatuated with her. As a big plus, she was a bombshell. But when he finally came to his senses, he simply got more and more annoyed by her behaviour. Sandy could be ultra-charming, but she also loved spending his money.

He used to see Sandy as a sweet, albeit somewhat immature, twenty-five-year-old who simply wanted a good life—a lifestyle he was easily able to give her. Well, not anymore. Now, he just found her irritatingly shallow. Funny how his perspective had changed when the lust had worn off.

“So, darling, you're dropping Sam off first, right?” Sandy asked sweetly. “I thought we could have coffee at my place before you head back home.”

He stopped a snort that wanted to come out. Sandy's persistence in wanting to get back with him was commendable and flattering. But frankly, he was tired of it.

A brilliant plan crystallised in his head. “No. I'm dropping you off first. I'm stopping by at Sam's,” he answered, glancing at Sam who looked surprised.

“Are you? Why?” Sandy asked suspiciously.

“Why? I want to,” he answered, hoping Sam wouldn't clarify to Sandy that she was only on a short visit from Melbourne and was staying with Kris and Trey.

Sandy was like a dog with a bone when it came to him. Telling her they were over—over and over again—didn't seem to work. Until Sandy saw with her own eyes that he'd moved on, he doubted she would let go.

Fortuitously, just yesterday, he had agreed to be Sam's pretend boyfriend for the sake of her parents. She wanted to resign from her father's accounting practice—which she was supposed to head when her dad retired in a few years—to follow her dream of going into the food industry. But Sam was afraid she'd break her parents' hearts if she did that.

Apparently, though, both her mum and dad had been keen for her to find a life partner. When Kris had jokingly suggested that she should give the excuse that she'd met a man in Sydney, and that was why she wanted to quit the practice and leave Melbourne, Sam grabbed at the idea.

As a helpful guy happy to assist a friend in need, he was more than happy to play Sam's boyfriend if her parents insisted on meeting one. But he could also take advantage of this charade, couldn't he?

He reached over and grabbed Sam's hand, giving it a warning squeeze. “You're not too tired, are you, sweetheart? I thought we could continue talking about the plan we started discussing yesterday—the one involving me meeting your folks.”

Sandy's gasp from the back was audible while he noticed Sam swallow a smile.

“Of course not, honey,” Sam answered, playing along with him. “It'll be great to finalise that plan.”

He grinned at her and caught the twinkling in her beautiful brown eyes.

“So when did you two start going out?” Sandy asked coldly.

“A month ago,” Adam responded, making it up on the spot. “Although we'd known each other for much longer than that. Sam is Kris's cousin.”

He hoped Sandy wouldn't ask any more questions. The last time Sam had been in Sydney was three months ago.

“But you and I went out on a date just two weeks ago,” Sandy said pointedly.

“That wasn't a date,” he contended. “You asked me to have lunch with you and, as a friend, I turned up. Sam knows about it. I told her.”

“Yes,” Sam said, backing him up. “Adam explained everything to me. He promised not to do it again.”

Adam almost laughed out loud at Sam's comment. It was great.

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End of Chapter One.

Hope you enjoyed that. I'll post Chapter Two tomorrow.

Miranda xxx

 

 

Secret Moves: Cover and Chapter One

Release day for Secret Moves (Secret Dreams Contemporary Romance 3) is almost upon us! Within twenty-four hours, I'll be pressing the publish button for this book. From there, it will only be a few hours wait before they go live on the various stores.

Once it's up on the stores, I'll let you know. I know you're just as keen as I am to finally see it available. 🙂

In the meantime, here's the cover and Chapter One for you to enjoy. I love Kris and Trey, and I hope they–and their story–make their way to your heart too. Happy reading!

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Secret Moves (Secret Dreams Contemporary Romance 3)

Chapter One

Oh, weddings, you bring out the best and worst of emotions. Kristen McCann smiled wryly as she spotted a pensive-looking young woman stare surreptitiously at a couple kissing passionately in a quiet corner of one of Sydney's luxurious five-star hotels. Judging by their clothing, the sad-faced girl and the canoodling pair were guests of the bride and groom. She didn't recognise them, so she guessed they were on Kane Summers' guest list, and not on her best friend Jasmine Allen-Summers'.

She sighed as she made her way back to the grand ballroom after a quick trip to the ladies'. This wedding—and the lead-up to it—elicited something in her, too. Lately, to her discomfort, her libido had been very much awake.

Ever since she and her cousin Samantha Lane arrived from Melbourne a few days ago to fulfil their bridesmaid duties, she'd been constantly in the presence of two loved-up couples. Since she and Sam were staying at Kane and Jasmine's place while in Sydney, she'd been witness to the newlyweds’ desire for each other, even though the pair tried their best to keep their passion private. Then there were Ari Mitchell, their other best friend, and her boyfriend Dylan Summers, Kane's brother. Those two seemed to be in competition with Kane and Jasmine for the title Sizzling Couple of the Year. Add to that mix the fact that she'd had a long sex drought of eleven and a half months. It was no wonder she'd been craving a warm, masculine body to alleviate some tension.

She glanced at the amorous couple again, and her eyes widened in disbelief. The PG-rated kiss of a few seconds ago had now become an R. She let out an incredulous laugh, surprised at the audacity of the guy to visibly fondle his girlfriend's breast in full view of anyone who passed by. Fortunately, most of the wedding guests were inside enjoying some dancing. Honestly, they should get a room!

She placed her palm on the heavy door of the ballroom and pushed, only to misstep and stumble when she saw who was on the other side of it.

“Oops. I'm sorry,” a deep masculine voice said as he grabbed her arms to stop her from falling flat on her face.

She grinned. “It's not your fault. I was just surprised it's you.”

The hunk with incredible grey eyes and dark brown hair lifted his eyebrows at her questioningly.

“Don't mind me,” she said with a shake of her head. “I just happened to be talking about you with Ari a few minutes ago. Your name's Trey, right? I'm Kris McCann.”

“Hi, Kris. Yes, I'm Trey—Trey Andrews.” The gorgeous one gave her a curious look as he shook the hand she offered him. “But of course, I already know your name. Hard to miss when you're one of the stunning bridesmaids.”

She smiled at the compliment.

“So, why were you and Ari talking about me?” Trey asked.

“Oh, it was nothing important,” she said with a laugh. “Besides, I really shouldn't tell you.”

“Now, Kris. You can't just leave it like that. You can't incite my interest then leave me hanging,” Trey said lightly.

She pursed her lips. “Considering I agreed with Ari's suggestion, there's really not much point discussing it with you.”

“Now I'm even more intrigued,” Trey said with a wide, engaging smile.

She sighed—well, it was really more like a swoon. Trey really was gorgeous. Should she tell him that she had asked Ari to introduce them to each other for the possibility of some casual sex? Ari was clearly against the idea, warning her of Trey's reputation as a playboy. Since it had been Dylan who'd told Ari that, and Dylan was Trey's best friend, she had no reason to doubt the accuracy of that statement.

Not that she cared about Trey being a playboy. Crude as it might sound, all she wanted was to get laid and Trey happened to catch her eye. But Ari had been concerned about possible complications. To put her friend at ease, Kris had agreed that it would be better if she considered someone else who was a complete stranger to all of them.

“I can see the wheels turning in that beautiful head of yours,” Trey teased flirtatiously. “Come on, tell me.”

She bit her lip to hide her smile as she stared at him, contemplating her next words. “My cousin Samantha and I are here in Sydney for three weeks to house-sit for Jasmine and Kane while they're on their honeymoon. I said to Ari that I wanted to make the most of it. One thing I wanted to do was to meet someone for some casual sex while I'm here. Not that it's something I do a lot of, but it's been a while, and I'm…you know,” she said with a shrug.

Trey's eyes opened wide in surprise. She must have shocked him with her candidness. The truth was, sometimes her brain-to-mouth filter failed to work. The fact that she already had a bit of alcohol in her made it worse.

“Sooo,” Trey said with a suppressed smile. “How did I end up being in the conversation?”

She lifted her shoulders. “Since it's a moot point, let's not talk about it.”

“Why is it a moot point?”

“Because it won't be with you!” she laughed.

Trey's eyes sparkled with interest. “So you considered me?”

“Considered you and scratched you out,” she confirmed flippantly.

“Why? What's wrong with me?” he asked with mock indignation.

“Nothing much that I can see,” she admitted, casting an admiring glance at his form. She bet there was a great body hiding underneath that expensive suit.

Trey's smile widened, making her want to swoon again. Damn it, Ari. Why did I listen to you?

“So why did you scratch me out?” he asked.

“Ari didn't think it was a good idea. Too complicated.”

Trey laughed out loud. “That, coming from someone who propositioned her friend's brother-in-law for a one-night stand.”

She joined him in laughter. “I know. But I think that's why she's worried. She thinks I might fall for you like she did with Dylan.”

“Oh. Are you looking for a boyfriend? If so, she's right to warn you off me. I'm allergic to relationships,” Trey said with a teasing smile, but his eyes betrayed his seriousness.

“No, I'm not looking for a boyfriend. I'm looking to get laid. But to avoid any unexpected consequences, I've agreed to look elsewhere.”

“Are you always this frank?” Trey asked, astounded.

She sighed. “Unfortunately. Mind you, I am a little bit worse tonight because of the alcohol.”

“But you're not completely drunk?”

“Do I look completely drunk?”

“Not completely. Just a tiny little bit. Which means the alcohol wasn't affecting your judgment when you thought of me as a potential playmate,” Trey said, giving her a suggestive wink.

She chuckled. “I'm sure you already know you're one hot guy, Trey. But you know what? I agree with Ari. Better not go where we might not like the consequences. What if I fell for you without meaning to? We wouldn't want that now, would we?” she asked jokingly.

Trey let out a nervous laugh. “No, we certainly wouldn't want that! I'm sure Ari and Jasmine would line up to have my head if I hurt you.”

She smiled, concealing a sigh. What a shame. If Trey was a total stranger, she was almost sure they could end up in bed that very night. But, hey, it wasn't to be.

She glanced at the throng of people dancing the night away and couldn't help the smile that formed on her face. She loved dancing.

“Would you like to dance, Trey?” she asked. “Dancing together wouldn't hurt, would it?”

Trey looked embarrassed. “Uh, sorry. I don't dance.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I can't dance.”

“Oh, come now. Anyone can dance. You're not turning me down because I said I won't be sleeping with you, are you?”

“What?” Trey asked, chuckling. “Of course not.”

“Good. Shall we?” She held out her arm for him to take.

*******

Trey mentally shook his head as he ambled to the dance floor with Kris. She was one intriguing woman, and he'd surprised himself by agreeing to dance with her.

He liked her outspokenness. He wondered if she was simply a little bit drunk or if she really was as straightforward as she seemed to be.

She was a breath of fresh air, very much unlike most of the women he'd met in the past, who'd told him what they thought he wanted to hear so they could get in his pants—and most of all, his pockets.

Kris nudged him with her hip, encouraging him to move. He started to shuffle his feet—or tried to. Heaven knew he couldn't dance and avoided it at all costs. But his lips curved up as he watched Kris, even though he felt like a klutz next to her.

God, she moved well. Really, really well. He'd noticed it earlier when the bridal party danced the bridal waltz with bits of salsa, tango, and freestyle thrown in. She was easily the best in the group, and it was obvious she loved every minute of it.

He wondered if she had sex just like she danced—with abandon.

He took a sharp breath at the erotic picture that formed, and snaked an arm around her waist to pull her close. “You're a great dancer,” he said in her ear so she could hear him over the blaring music and people singing merrily along at the top of their lungs.

Kris grinned, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling. To his surprise she swayed seductively around him, letting her hand slide across his chest, his shoulder, his neck, then back to his chest as she completed the circuit of his awkwardly jiggling form.

Hell, she made him hot. And he couldn't have her. Damn.

The fast music ended and a slow tune started playing. He took advantage of it and pressed her against him with a firm arm around her waist.

Kris curved her arms around his neck, her body soft and yielding against his.

Fuck. She felt good. He felt his loins stir as he danced intimately with her.

“Do you like dancing, Trey?” Kris asked, her breath tickling his ear.

His chest heaved. Did she want a literal or a metaphorical answer?

“Depends on what you mean by ‘dancing',” he answered huskily, brushing away a strand of blond hair that strayed to her face.

She let out a low, sexy laugh. “I mean dancing as in actual dancing—not sex.”

“Oh. No, I don't. Except for right now.”

“Oh? What makes ‘right now' different?” she asked, her arms tightening around his neck, her body pressing closer to his.

Was she giving him a hint? A come-on? Was he under consideration again? He wouldn't mind that at all!

He licked his lips and smiled. “You're an excellent dance partner, and it's incredibly arousing dancing with you,” he said. Not that he had to draw her attention to his excited member. It was quite obviously hard against her.

Kris leaned back and scrunched her face cutely. “You're still out of the game, even if I'm flirting with you while your you-know-what is poking my belly.”

He laughed out loud, even as disappointment pricked him. “But why? I think we'd have a great time together.”

“That's the problem. We might have too great a time. I think you're dangerous, Trey Andrews,” she said openly.

He gaped at her, trying to determine her meaning. Was she saying she could easily fall for him if they slept together? He sighed. He wasn't being egotistical, but there were enough girls in his past who'd said they were only after sex and ended up chasing him for a relationship.

He couldn't have that. A few years ago, he'd been too trusting of a particular woman and found himself taken for a ride. He'd learned his lesson. Now, his chosen lifestyle—the bachelor lifestyle—suited him to a tee. He had no plans of giving it up.

He still let himself be seduced by beautiful women, though. He was a full-blooded male, after all. But he was careful enough—and, he'd like to think, considerate enough—to let them know he wasn't interested in anything beyond casual.

So Kris was right. He wouldn't want her falling for him at all. Better not go there.

“Okay,” he said. “It's loud and clear. You and I won't be having sex. Right?”

“Right,” Kris agreed.

“Great,” he said, ignoring the deflation he suddenly felt. “Let's go back to the topic of dancing—real dancing. Dylan mentioned you guys took some lessons for the bridal waltz. Where did you go?”

Kris chuckled. “I taught everyone.”

His eyebrows arched. “You taught everyone?”

“Yes. I'm a part-time dance teacher at a Melbourne dance studio.”

“That explains a lot,” he said with admiration. “You do dance like a pro.”

“Thanks,” she said with a smile. “But the guys were excellent students. We only had a handful of sessions and they got the steps pretty quickly.”

“If I were in that bridal party, you would have had a harder time. I don't think you could teach me how to dance like that in one hundred lessons,” he said self-deprecatingly.

“Oh, but you underestimate my teaching skills!” she teased. “Let's have a bet on this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I bet I can teach you how to dance well in a few lessons. By the time I have to go back home to Melbourne, you'll be a good enough dancer that you could be the centre of attention on any dance floor.”

He snorted in disbelief. “Me become a good dancer in three weeks? Yeah, right.”

“Prove me wrong then,” she challenged.

He smiled. This could be fun. “Okay. I bet I'll be the first guy who fails your class.”

“I bet you'll pass with flying colours,” Kris answered.

“What does the winner of this bet get?” he asked.

Kris grinned. “If I win, you take me to a nice dinner. If you win, meaning you're still a crap dancer in three weeks, I'll take you dancing—where you will have the wonderful opportunity to dance solo in front of an audience.”

“Hang on a minute. That doesn't sound right,” he said in confusion. “If you lose and I still have two left feet by the time you go home, my prize for winning the bet is to dance solo in front of people?”

“That's right. That would ensure you work hard and not pretend you're not learning even though you are.”

“Why would I want to win, then?”

“Exactly. That's why I should win.”

“I don't know about this. I make a fool of myself every time I dance, so I just don't,” he admitted.

“You're dancing right now,” Kris pointed out.

He laughed to cover his embarrassment. “Yeah. It's your fault.”

He was rewarded by a sweet smile.

“You're not doing too badly,” she consoled him.

He snorted. “You don't need to spare my feelings.”

“Look around you,” she encouraged. “See how much fun everyone else is having? You don't have to be a good dancer to enjoy dancing. You just need to be less self-conscious.”

“There is still no way in the world I'm going to dance solo with everyone staring at me.”

“That's why you have to help me win this bet, you see? Come on, it'll be fun!”

“You sure know how to motivate your students, don't you?” he grumbled.

“So we have a deal?” she asked in an almost-squeal.

Oh, hell. How could he say no to that excited face? Plus, the idea of spending more time with Kris appealed to him—even if they weren't going to sleep together. “Okay, we have a deal,” he said a tad cautiously.

“Yay!”

“I do have one big condition, if I'm going to participate in this very scary bet,” he said.

“What's that?”

“Don't tell anyone you're teaching me how to dance. My friends would undoubtedly want to watch me trip over my own feet, and that would be mortifying.”

“Okay. But how are we going to keep this from them?”

They were both silent as they thought of a good enough excuse. Suddenly, Kris said, “I know. We can tell them you're taking me to all these different clubs so I can find a decent man to have a short fling with. My cousin Sam wouldn't want to tag along if that's the reason we give her.”

He laughed. “Okay, for some reason, I can actually see them believing that. Little would they know you're trying to convert one of my left feet to a right one.”

“Now that I think about it, it would be great if you could take me to places where I could have my choice of hunks to play with. Maybe after our lessons we could go out and do that?”

What? He stared at her in disbelief.

“I'm not kidding, Trey. I still intend to fulfil this little fantasy of mine. Take me to your favourite pick-up places. Pretty please?”

“Sure,” he replied, feeling bothered. He found himself hoping that Kris was simply way too tipsy to mean what she'd just said.

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Secret Moves, out very, very soon.

 

 

Secret Designs Won’t Be A Secret For Much Longer

Hi there!

It's time for an update! I've been slack in letting you know where I'm at with the next book in the Secret Dreams series so I thought I'd do a quick post today.

Secret Designs (Secret Dreams Contemporary Romance 2) is almost ready for publishing! I promised to have it available in September and yes, it's still on track for release later this month — in about two to three weeks.

Writing Ari Mitchell and Dylan Summers' love story was a real pleasure, but at the same time, a bit of a hard slog. I was distracted with a lot of other things happening around me and, if it wasn't for the fact that I'd booked my editor for a specific date, I probably would have taken longer to write it.

But, boy, am I happy with the finished product. I've loved Dylan ever since he first popped up in my head when I was writing Ray of Love. I'm glad I'll soon be able to share his and Ari's love story with you.

I hope you're as excited as I am with the release of Secret Designs. In the next few days, I'll share with you the book cover and Chapter One of the novel, then I'll let you know when it's available for purchase.

Not long to go now!

Chat again in a few days. xx

Secret Words Out Now!

Hi everyone!

It's here!  Secret Words (Secret Dreams Contemporary Romance 1) is now available at Amazon in both Kindle and print formats.

Secret Words 2D for Kindle v2

 

Here again is the book synopsis:

Love Touched The Core Of Their Hearts Unexpectedly

But how do they fight those who believe they weren't meant to be?

When Jasmine Allen met Kane Summers in the unlikeliest of places, she wasn't expecting the swift and immediate attraction she felt for him. But Jasmine had a secret she wasn't at all comfortable sharing with anyone, least of all, the hunky guy who was literally sweeping her off her feet.

Kane Summers was a sucker for damsels in distress. When he found himself wanting to protect Jasmine Allen in more ways than one, the instant chemistry they had for each other hit him squarely in the chest. But Kane's life was complicated, and he wasn't totally free to act on the fascination he felt for her.

Kane and Jasmine were fighting a losing battle to stay away from each other. But circumstances – and certain people – beyond their control were very much intent on keeping them apart.

How could they find their way past secrets and malicious intents to nurture a love that, if given the chance, could last a lifetime?

˃˃˃ A sexy entertaining novel that stands on its own.

Just like all of my books, Secret Words is a complete stand-alone novel. It is the first of four beautifully passionate, steamy love stories from the Secret Dreams series.

Warning:  This book is for adults only. It contains hot sexual content.

Click here to get your copy of Secret Words (Secret Dreams Contemporary Romance 1) and immerse yourself in this entertaining, sweet and steamy novel.