Who would have known how fast the last two weeks would fly?

Here am I, leg still elevated, and yet I’ve been really busy. The weather has been so beautiful that I’ve been able to sit outside to write and edit. For someone who is supposedly laid up, I look remarkably healthy, with a bit of a tan going on.

Work has moved on too. I’ve had some brilliant news this week. Because we’ve managed to get through the edits of Under the Full Blooded Moon in record time – because, hey what else have I got to do for 12 hours a day? I’ve heard that they’ve brought the release date forward to 11th July. That’s not too long now and I am so excited about this new book. More details next time we meet.

I’ve also submitted my manuscript for Along Came Dani, my Atlantic Divide Series Book 5 and I’m currently working on Book 6.

I think I may ask the hospital if I can keep my cast on a little longer … 🙂

If you’d like a little taste of my paranormal romance, try For Heaven’s Cakes

Twelve years of living in Ireland smoothed Beau’s rough edges, and hard work as a construction worker made him a wealthy man. The call of his pack is stronger than he can resist though, and he isn’t averse to returning to show his small home town in America what he’s made of himself.

What he doesn’t anticipate is meeting the local pharmacist’s daughter – in his wolf form. By day, he renovates the pharmacy, and tries to cajole the lush assistant into having dinner with him. By night he watches Catherine bake her fantastic creations and blossom through her art.

Sleeping on her bed each night in his wolf form isn’t exactly ideal, but how does he tell her the wolf she’s come to love, is the man she lusts over?

 

Excerpt

 

Mrs. Timmins turned to see what had caught Catherine’s attention. Her pointed chin turned upward to meet the dip of her nose, which nearly fell into her wizened old mouth as it opened and closed.

He seemed to have the same effect on all women, no matter what age. He was probably used to it.

“Well now, this is precisely what I mean, Catherine.” Mrs. Timmins smacked her lips together. “Hello, young man. Don’t I know you?”

“Yes ma’am. Good to see you looking so well Mrs. Timmins. You don’t look a day older than when I last saw you.”

The harsh cackle took Catherine by surprise, but Beau smiled at the old lady as he leaned his elbow on the counter. She tried not to stare as his T-shirt pulled tight across his chest, but a small whimper threatened to escape.

Mrs. Timmins wiped her dry old lips with the back of her hand. “I remember you. You’re the middle Devlin boy. The one who left to make his fortune.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“And did you?”

“I did.”

“Good. I never did believe all those rumors about you being trash.”

Catherine almost choked, but Mrs. Timmins hooted with laughter and patted Beau’s arm, pausing a moment to give it a sly stroke.

With a regretful sigh, she peered near-sighted into his face. “Are you married?”

“No ma’am, are you proposing?”

The hawking laughter drew Catherine’s gaze away from the flexed muscles of Beau’s arm to the old lady who seemed to have difficulty breathing. Another side effect of the hunk’s presence. He had the ability to stop a woman’s breath.

“Engaged?”

“No ma’am.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Gay?”

It wasn’t deliberate, but Catherine simply couldn’t stop uttering. “Definitely not!”

Heat washed over her as they both stared at her. Beau’s slow smile made her want to hide under the counter. She’d never had the ability to stop words blurting from her mouth before her brain had the foresight to stop them.

She tried a casual shrug, but from the deep laughter lines slashing into his cheeks, her awkward jerk had been just that.

“There you go. I just told Catherine how she needed a man to give her a real good…”

“Mrs. Timmins!”

“…time.”

 

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