Apr 182013
 

MO’S HEART, the 5th Miracle Interrupted book, is out! This is one of my favorite books that I’ve written. Because I love it so much, I’m having a special 99¢ sale for a week!

Next Thursday will be the last day. On Friday, the 26th, it will be raised to $3.99.  Read it, and then I hope you’ll tell your reader friends about it!

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Here’s the blurb:

The Mafia comes to Miracle, Wisconsin…

Mo Vincent, the owner of Mo’s Place, is in agony because his soon-to-be divorced sous-chef is dating – but not him. He has his reasons for not asking her out. He did the right thing back in New Jersey, and it cost him his son, his wife, his restaurant. Now he’s found a home in Miracle. The village has accepted him, and his new restaurant is doing well. He should be content with what he has…but his heart wants more.

Chef Rosa Fabrini’s divorce is one signature away when her cheating husband returns home and expects her to forgive him. Her lawyer is AWOL, and her youngest son is demanding she take his father back. Desperate to escape the turmoil, she asks Mo to let her move into the empty apartment above the restaurant…right next to his place.

Mo can’t say no. His mind knows she’s forbidden fruit, but his heart dares to hope. Until his past shows up, and he finds out sometimes it takes a village…

You can read an excerpt here.

MO’S HEART is available for 99¢ at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Smashwords, Apple, and All Ramance eBooks.

I’m wishing you a wonderful day and happy reading!

Dec 252010
 

I hope everyone had a fabulous holiday. My Sample Sunday excerpt is from CATTITUDE, about a cat who switches bodies with a woman and keeps her cat attitude, even as someone tries to kill her and she falls in love with her former owner. It’s on sale at most online places for only 99 cents. Enjoy!

“You don’t know how to read, do you?”

Belle’s head snapped up. Max leaned against the doorway, watching her. Gladness welled up from her stomach to her throat, plugging words from coming out. She’d missed him. After dinner last night, Max disappeared into his office and was still there when she went to sleep in his bed.

For four years, she’d slept with him and now she was sleeping by herself. She didn’t like it. Not at all.

Where was Sorcha? She wanted her cat body back.

“Can you read?” he asked again.

She swallowed too fast and tuna caught in her throat, though it was nothing compared to a hairball. She coughed and grabbed the glass of milk she’d poured for herself. For a moment she’d forgotten she was expected to answer when he spoke to her. “No.”

He straightened and strolled into the room. “Tuna? For breakfast?”

Belle nodded. Why did everyone think tuna for breakfast was odd? It was delicious.

“Is this a craving? You’re not pregnant, are you?”

Belle choked. “No!”

“You honestly can’t read?” He flattened one palm on the table and leaned over her.

She nodded. Did he think she lied? Well, when necessary, of course.

“If you’re here long enough, I’ll see that you get help.”

“I’ll be here.” Forever. She’d be here forever.

Max continued to gaze at her face. Unblinking, she stared back into his blue eyes, the same color of the sky when the sun was the highest.

“What else can’t you do?”

She shrugged. Admitting she couldn’t do something soured the tuna in her stomach.

“Do you remember how to drive a car?”

Belle blinked several times. The only time she went in the car with Max was to the vet, imprisoned inside a carrier, yowling the whole time. But she’d seen people drive on TV. You stuck a key in a hole, turned it, stepped on a pedal on the floor, and the car moved forward.

She’d learned how to use the can opener. How much harder could driving a car be?

“Maybe.”

“What about—” His lips clamped together, and he moved backward.

Why did Belle have an idea he was going to say “sex”? Maybe because the people in The Love Chronicles talked about it a lot. In fact, they talked about it a lot on all the TV shows she’d seen. When she was a cat, sex was boring. Now she looked at Max and thought hmmm.

She rose from her chair and stepped toward him. Was that what those tingles were about yesterday morning when he saw her in the bathtub? His gaze lowered to her breasts now, as if he were remembering too, and the tingles started again, like fireflies dancing over her skin.

Did she want to have sex with Max?

But cats didn’t have sex with humans. Humans had sex with humans. If she had sex with Max, it could change her. Not her body, but the essence of cat that remained inside this human shell.

She stopped and wrapped her arms over her breasts, not liking this. She was used to doing whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. Now she wanted Max. But she couldn’t have him.

Being human was awful. How did they stand it?

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Dec 192010
 

Today’s excerpt is from CATTITUDE. I lowered the price to $ 0.99 for the holidays and plan to raise it to $2.99 in February or March, when my new book is out. The premise is that a cat changes bodies with a woman, and she keeps her cat attitude even as she falls in love with her former owner and someone is trying to kill her.

The set-up: This is the day after Belle’s owner found her wandering in the road as a woman unable to speak. When she silently refused to go to a hospital, he took her into his home, where she quickly learns how to speak English:

Belle’s brain ached from talking. Meowing was so much easier. Humans made everything difficult, even communication. So few words, so many meanings.

“You want to tell me about yourself?” Max asked.

She put a hand on the bruise on her forehead, just like Annette in today’s TV show. “Amnesia.” She’d practiced saying it while watching the show, the mmm sound easier than the nnn. “I have amnesia.”

“Amnesia?” He looked at her with disbelief. “The only people I’ve heard of with amnesia are actors in bad TV shows. If you’re afraid of someone, tell me. I’ll protect you.” His gaze shifted to her ring. “No matter what. You have my promise.”

She nodded. Of course he’d protect her. She’d never thought anything different.

“Do you want to tell me?” He moved closer, bending, the same concentration in his blue eyes as when he was reading one of his travel books.

“Pretty eyes,” she said.

He snapped back. “You don’t need to flirt with me. I already told you I’ll protect you.”

“You have pretty eyes,” she repeated. He also had a pretty face and body, but she decided not to say that.

What had she done wrong? Max told her all the time how pretty she was. “Pretty Belle.” “Beautiful Belle.” “Pretty kitty.” She always liked it. Didn’t humans like to be called nice things?

“Well, thanks.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and backed up. “I’ll order the pizza. You like garlic bread?”

She shook her head. She liked meat. Lots of meat.

“We’ll probably eat in about a half hour.” One corner of his mouth flicked up. “Don’t go anywhere.”

She shook her head. Where would she go? This was her home.

As soon as he left, she stretched, holding the position for a long moment. Then she rubbed her cheek against the pillow. It was soft and smelled of Max. Now her smells mingled with his, her cat body and her human body.

A knock rattled the door. A mewl came out of her mouth, the unfamiliar words forgotten for a second. The door opened before she remembered how to purse her lips and where to stick her tongue to tell whoever it was to come in. Unless it was Caroline. Her she would tell not to come in.

“You’re decent? Too bad.” Ted strolled inside, clothes draped over his arm. “Max said you’re eating with us tonight. I thought you’d like a change of clothes.” He tossed his armload of garments on the foot of the bed. “They’re my sister’s exercise clothes. They should stretch or shrink to fit you. Tory won’t mind if you wear them.”

Belle nodded. Tory liked her. Tory had wanted to take her to New York, but of course Belle couldn’t go. This was her home. Why would she want to live anywhere else?

“I’ll leave now.” Ted glanced at his watch. “You have enough time to take a quick bath or a shower and change.”

Watching him leave, Belle felt sick inside her stomach.

Bath? Shower?

No, no and no!

She wasn’t going to do it. She refused to do it.

But if she didn’t, they’d smell her. Cats groomed themselves all the time, but they didn’t wash away their scents. Any animal knew scents were good. Water was for drinking. Inside the body, not outside.

Her mouth set. She threw back the covers, rolled out of bed, marched into the bathroom, knelt by the bathtub and turned on the faucets the way she’d seen Max do so often. Anything a human could do, a cat could do—no matter how disgusting and unnatural.

But she’d better find Sorcha and get her body back. Fast.

How many more indignities could she stand?

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