Wednesday Randomness: Behind the Scenes of my Current Project

Stealing Time
COMING APRIL 2019

I’ll be doing a cover reveal soon. Kris Norris has, yet again, used her magic for good and made a stunning cover for my boys.

So I thought I would share the blurb and a couple snippets from the book itself.


What chance do a thief and a superhero have at finding happily ever after…together?

Cam Ward thought finding the love of his life was the start of the best thing that had ever happened to him. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Not only did James walk out without a word, he’d hidden more about who he really was than he’d shared. But even heartbreak didn’t compare to the hell that followed.

Abducted and experimented on, altered down to his DNA, Cam doesn’t know who—or what—he is, anymore. Fighting against the memories, the changes that have been forced on him, he tries to go back to a normal life. But Cam isn’t normal, and the threat against him—and who knows how many others—remains.

Determined to make up for past mistakes, James Ashford is doing what he does best. Getting answers—any way he can. He’s made a life living on the fringes of the law. Who better to unearth the people who’d stolen months of Cam’s life than a man who made a living as a thief? And this is one job James isn’t giving up on.

But the clock’s ticking. Can Cam trust him? Can they get back any of what was lost? Or are they just stealing time before it all falls apart again? 


It was like a punch to the gut—seeing Cameron, again.

He’d prepared himself for it. Planned and plotted and had everything all lined up and squared away in his head. He’d thought he was ready. But, when Cameron got out of the car and stood, all of that disappeared. All that existed was the man he’d been forced to walk away from. Who had been left unprotected, who had been taken and held for months. His chest ached, and he struggled to breathe. His skin prickled, and he swayed slightly on his feet. His palms itched with the need to reach out and touch. Touch Cameron. Hold Cameron. Feel Cameron.

The intensity of his reaction surprised him.

And James Ashford didn’t care for surprises.

He huffed a silent laugh—careful not to draw attention to where he stood hidden in the shadows. He’d never liked surprises. The unexpected caused chaos and ruined carefully made plans, and James preferred things…predictable. For himself, anyway. If his plans, his actions caused others chaos? So be it, so long as it didn’t interfere with his life.

But Cameron… Well, James had never been one to lie to himself and wasn’t about to start, now. Cameron Ward had been the surprise of James’s life. Had turned everything upside, blasted all of James’s plans to hell.

And made him yearn for more.

Fuck his life.


James pulled away slowly, moving his hands to cup Cameron’s face.

“Mmm.” Cameron licked his lips then, opening his eyes, smiled. “Bedroom?”

Clearly, James took too long answering, or something in his expression tipped Cameron off, because he stepped back, an incredulous look on his face.

“Seriously?”

“Cam, just—”

He reached up and shoved James’s hands away before putting more space between them. “I’m the one that’s pissed, I’m the one that has a reason to stop this, to slam that door shut, and you’re going to? Why?” He dropped his gaze to James’s crotch, lifted a brow. “And don’t even tell me you don’t want to fuck, because I see, and I felt, how much you want it. So, what the hell, James?”

“Yes, I want it. It’s…it’s you—of course I do,” James said quickly. “But I don’t think we should. Not after everything that’s happened tonight. Hell, not with everything that’s happened between us. Babe, we really need to talk first, not jump into bed impulsively.”

“You think I’m not able to make that choice, right now? Why? Because shit happened, and I passed out? I’m fine, and I’m perfectly capable of making up my own mind about sex.”

“It’s more than that,” James insisted. “It’s everything that happened between us, what you went through the past several months, and yes, tonight factors in. I don’t want you to regret this come morning.”

“Well, thank fuck I have you looking out for me. What would I have ever done without you making sure I don’t have regrets?” Cameron dragged his palms down his face then laughed. “This is just perfect. Instead of waking up tomorrow, maybe having regrets or second thoughts, but at least feeling satisfied from a good hard fuck, I regret opening myself up for this bullshit, right this fucking second. So, thanks for that.”


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Kris Norris

Wednesday Randomness: Promptly Penned #38

It’s time for a Promptly Penned post – we all get the same prompt and see what we come up with.

This prompt actually worked well with what I’m currently working on, so I went with it. 🙂 Short and sweet.

As always, the prompt itself will be in bold and red.


“So, how long is the silent treatment thing gonna last?”

Cam opened one eye to half-heartedly glare at Trent, who flopped onto the armchair across from where Cam lay on the sofa.

“I didn’t start it,” he said, knowing full well how childish he sounded, but at this point, he didn’t much care. “Go ask your boss. Since he obviously has all the answers.”

“Stubborn.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“One of you needs to give in first.” When Cam didn’t bother responding, Trent sighed loudly. “It’s driving the boss crazy, ya know? The two of you being at odds.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

“Kid,” Trent drawled, you give so many fucks they’re visible from space. Just go talk to him, already. Put all of us out of our misery.”

“All of you?” Cam sat up. “Your misery?”

“Nobody likes it when Mom and Dad fight, Cameron.”

“Mom and—” He narrowed his eyes as the other man stood and headed toward the door. “I better not be the mom in this, Trent.”

“Well…” He opened the door, then turned and grinned at Cam. “You are prettier than the boss.”

He threw one of the couch pillows at the now closed door. Frustrated, he collapsed back onto the cushions. “I am not the mom.”


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Kris Norris | Siobhan Muir

Wednesday Randomness: First Argument

This is a newer feature we’ll be doing a couple times through the year – highlighting characters sharing firsts. We can post something from an already published work, a work in progress or something completely new. This time, we’re talking first arguments.

I’ve chosen a bit from one of my Bound books – Nothing Serious.

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It was meant to be nothing serious. And it was…until it wasn’t.

Aaron Stevens likes his life the way it is. As a surgical resident, he is perfectly content with the fact that the precious hours he has outside the hospital revolve around taking care of his mother and sister. He doesn’t have the time or inclination for a serious relationship. So the fact his lover lives halfway around the world and is fine with jetting off to exotic locales a couple times a year for a few weeks of hot sex is as close to perfect as he can get. 

The last thing Jack Hayes ever expected when his best friend got involved with an American was to hook up with her son. And he sure as hell never imagined it would continue for as long as it has. For years, he has been at Aaron’s beck and call, satisfied with submitting to him whenever Aaron and his busy life allow. But, after a change in his family’s company that has him looking for a new job, and possibly moving, Jack has begun to examine what he really wants in life and isn’t sure stolen moments here and there are enough anymore. 

When Jack arrives to attend Aaron’s sister’s wedding, keeping what he and Aaron have a secret begins to take its toll. Aaron is unwilling to come out to his family, afraid of hurting them and ruining what should be the happiest day of his sister’s life. As much as Jack has come to love Aaron, he can’t bring himself to be the dirty secret in Aaron’s closet. Aaron has a choice to make, because the tighter he holds on to keeping their “nothing serious” arrangement, the closer he comes to losing everything.


Jack took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and Aaron pulled him close, wishing he had more time, knowing coming out of a scene so abruptly wasn’t easy. 

“I’m all right,” Jack murmured into Aaron’s neck. “Should put some clothes on before Em shows up, though.”

“Yeah, definitely should do that. I’ll get your stuff.” 

“My stuff?” Jack frowned at him.

“We need to move your things in here.” Aaron stood and gathered the unused toys from the dresser. “Last thing I need is Emily getting nosy and suspicious. Be right back.”

He hurried into this room and replaced the items in the chest. Then, he grabbed Jack’s suitcases and rolled them into the guestroom, where Jack still sat on the bed, staring straight ahead. 

“Still a few things in the bathroom, but I’ll get those after I clean up and get dressed.” Bending to kiss Jack’s mouth, he frowned when Jack leaned away. “Jack?”

“Does your sister normally go poking around in your room and bathroom when she’s here?” Jack asked flatly. 

“No, but—”

“But you can’t take the chance, no matter how small, ‘cause it’d be the last thing you need, yeah? I mean, what could be worse than someone finding out about us?” 

Aaron gaped at him, the metallic taste of panic overwhelming him. Whether it was because of his sister’s imminent arrival or Jack’s reaction, he didn’t know. “Why are you so angry? Nothing’s changed. I don’t understand.”

“Not angry.” Jack shook his head. “Just tired. And frustrated.”

“I’m sorry,” Aaron murmured, not know what else to say. 

“Yeah, I know. So, go get dressed, Aaron, so everything’s normal when your sister gets here.”

The weariness his voice was like a knife to Aaron’s gut, and his refusal to meet Aaron’s gaze another twist of the blade. He went back to his room and, getting clean clothes, ducked into the bathroom. Turning the shower on, he stepped in, wincing at coolness of the water. As he washed his hair and scrubbed, he heard Jack shuffle in. Peering around the curtain, Aaron watched the other man gather his toiletries. Their eyes met briefly in the mirror above the sink, and Jack’s mouth quirked up in sad smile before walking out. 

This day, Aaron decided, shoving his head under the spray to rinse off, couldn’t get much worse. After toweling off and dressing, he strode into the living room and realized how wrong he was. 

Jack stood near the door, holding the curtain back from the window and peering outside—his suitcases at his feet. 

“What are you doing?” Aaron managed to croak. 

Jack visibly stiffened but didn’t turn around. “I’m waiting for a cab.”

“What the hell for?”

“To take me to a hotel.” 

“Why?” Aaron asked, shaking his head and leaning against the sofa as his legs quaked.

“I think it’d be easier all around, don’t you? No chance of anyone finding out this way.” 

“You can’t leave like this.”

“Like what?” Jack snapped, finally facing Aaron. “How exactly am I leaving? On my terms? Is that the problem?”

“What? No! The problem is you leaving at all. Why would you want to stay at a hotel when you can—”

“Stay here and go back and forth between rooms at your convenience depending on who decides to drop by?”

Aaron shoved his hand through his wet hair and shook his head. Christ, he couldn’t deal with this, not now. A car horn sounded outside, and Jack turned to look out. 

“It’s my cab.” 

“Is…is this you ending things?” Aaron could hardly force the words out, a cold sweat breaking out over his body as he waited for the answer.


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Kayleigh Jones
Kris Norris | Siobhan Muir

Wednesday Randomness: Promptly Penned #37


It’s time for a Promptly Penned post – we all get the same prompt and see what we come up with. As always, the prompt itself will be in bold.


“So, performance reviews this week.”

Molly looked up as Leah, her friend and coworker, set two cups of coffee on the desk then flopped into the chair on the other side.

Dread settled heavily in Molly’s stomach, and she grimaced. “God, don’t remind me.”

“Don’t know what you’re worried about.” Leah waved a hand in front of her. “You seriously don’t think you’re going to get a bad one, are you?”

Lifting a shoulder, Molly dropped her gaze. She wasn’t worried about that—she was good at her job, and she knew it. It was just…awkward and humiliating.

“I…” She cleared her throat, face already flaming. “I had the dream, again.”

“What do— Oh! The dream!”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes The. Dream.”

“Well, what’s the problem, Mol? It’s not like you can control what you dream.”

“I know! You think, if I could, I would be dreaming that?” She dragged her palms over her face then leaned her head back against her chair, eyes closed. “For fuck’s sake, I don’t even like him!”

“Don’t have to like him to appreciate, my friend. And there is plenty to appreciate,” Leah drawled.

“Easy for you to say. You’re not having recurrent sex dreams about our boss then having to face him day in and day out. Come on, give me some real, serious advice how to de—” Her words dried up when she opened her eyes and caught a pair of amused chocolate-brown ones focused on her. Oh no…no, no, no. This couldn’t be happening.

“Ms. Halwell, my office in ten. Performance review.”

She nodded, still unable to speak, gaze shifting to her wide-eyed friend.

“Looking forward to it.”

The deep, gravelly murmur—eerily similar to the voice that echoed in her mind long after she woke—chased a shiver down her spine. She was so, so screwed.


Bronwyn Green | Kris Norris

Wednesday Randomness: Top 10 Children’s Books

I hope everyone is warm and cozy wherever they are (you know, if you’re in parts of the world where it’s cold. If you’re somewhere wehre it’s warm…I envy you. A lot!) Schools have been canceled most of the week as it’s been super, super cold. As I write this, it’s -27/feels like -48. o.O

It’s a Top 10 week, and we’re talking children’s books. I’m gonna keep it short and sweet, because my bed with aaaaaaaall the blankets is calling me. I’m going to burrow under them all and veg out with a movie.

So, here are my top 10 children’s books, in no particular order. (and yeah, I counted all Dr. Suess books as one because I couldn’t decide)


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Kris Norris | Siobhan Muir

Wednesday Randomness: January 2019 Brain Dump

Not a whole lot to brain dump, this time around. Since the first of the year, I’ve been focusing on writing daily, and have been managing that. So definitely happy and a wee bit proud of myself on that front.

I had one kid, my oldest son, move out (for school) and miss him like crazy. And had another one, my younger daughter, come back home. Not that she was gone long, and we knew she wasn’t gone for good yet. It ties into the other thing on my mind. Her boyfriend of nearly 3 years was sworn in yesterday morning and is off to basic training for the Air Force. Very proud of this guy, who has become family to all of us, and I know the next couple weeks especially are going to be tough for my girl.

She also brought this girl with her.

Who definitely is NOT supposed to be on the bed. Luckily, it was washing bedding day, anyway, so I didn’t get to worked up about my allergies going crazy come bedtime. Also she’s too darned cute. Though, I still show her who’s boss, even if my daughter keeps referring to me as Grandma when she talks to the dog.

And that’s it from me…my mind is a simple place, right now. Writing and family. 🙂


Bronwyn Green | Gwen Cease | Kris Norris

Wednesday Randomness: Promptly Penned #36

It’s time for another Promptly Penned post – we all get the same prompt and see what we come up with. I can’t wait to see what the others have come up with, because this prompt made me laugh, even if I had a helluva time coming up with an actual story to go along with it.

For better or worse, this is what I came up with. Short and sweet, this time around.

As always, the prompt itself will be in bold.


Dread sat heavily in my stomach as I stared at Nick across the worn table. We’d met for lunch at our favorite diner – I’d been looking forward to it all day. This week had been hellish with both of us crazy busy with work. Other than muttered good nights while climbing into bed – if that – we hadn’t even had a chance to talk. Lunch today was supposed to change that.

But now… He had that distracted look – head tilted to the side, eyes slightly squinted, lines furrowing his brow, the corners of his mouth turned down – and he still hadn’t responded to my suggestion of a weekend away in the near future. The silence hanging between us was getting on my nerves.

I sighed and, propping my elbow on the table, rested my chin in my palm. After a moment, I nearly laughed. Oh, Nick was still ignoring me, but I’d figured out the distraction. The diner wasn’t very busy. Other than a few people sitting at the counter, the only other customers were a pair of guys two booths down from us. Two guys who were complaining loudly about the changes to Doctor Who.

Most wouldn’t assume it by just looking at Nick, who was well over six-foot, athletic and…well, hot as hell. But beneath the hunky exterior, my Nick was a sweetly nerdy guy and fanboy, who took disparaging his favorite TV show very seriously. Perhaps too seriously, at times.

Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.” He slid across the booth’s seat and stood before taking the few steps to stand beside the next booth over.

Shit. I scrambled after him. Not again.


Kris Norris | Siobhan Muir