New Release: Field of Play

Greetings! Apologies for being absent recently, it’s for a very good reason, me and my family have moved and it’s taken time to get settled and feel at home, as you can imagine.

The good news is, I’ve a New Release! That’s right. Field of Play, Alexandria Griffins Book 2, is Available Now at Amazon, B&N Nook, Apple Books, Kobo, Smashwords, and More! Links to be added shortly!

If you’re a reader, you may be familiar with Quarterback Blitz, featuring QB Kyran Black and Anna James, the mascot for the Alexandria Griffins, which launched the Alexandria Griffins series. Field of Play, features star wideout/wide receiver Dallas McKay who hires PI Grace Daniels to help him find his birth parents. It’s a hot, contemporary romance with a dash of suspense and, as always, a Happily Ever After ending!

Here’s a Blurb:

When PI Grace Daniels meets swoon-worthy football star Dallas McKay, she wouldn’t mind engaging in a little consensual unnecessary roughness with him! But this is a job, and she will remain professional no matter how much McKay’s charming grin threatens to draw her offsides.
A career-ending attack on a teammate has Dallas searching for answers about his past and birth family. When a snowed-in weekend puts him and Grace in an unexpected timeout, they share secrets, desires…and realize they have far more in common than meets the eye.
Except once the snow thaws and Grace’s investigation begins in earnest, conspiratorial outsiders threaten to turn the field of play into a dangerous game. Can Grace and Dallas unravel and expose their opponents before time runs out?


On a third and long with one last shot at the endzone, QB Ricky Weathers lasered the football to wideout Dallas McKay, who caught it in stride and ran into the endzone, scoring the game-winning TD as the clock struck zero!

“They did it, Anna, the Griffins pulled off a miracle comeback,” Grace shouted to her friend, both of them on their feet as rock music blasted throughout the stadium, the players rushed the field, and crowd positively electric.

Caught up in moment, Grace whipped off her glove, tucked two fingers between her lips, and blew a two-fingered whistle, miraculously seeming to draw Dallas away from his teammates only to remove his helmet and stare—at her! 

“Oh my god, Grace, you better sit down, Dallas just chose to celebrate that TD with you,” Anna Black warned a heartbeat before he sprinted toward them, scaled a ramp, then hopped over a railing to stand right in front of her just as she reclaimed her seat.

“Hi, you must be Grace,” he said, surprising her further by offering the football still in his hand. “Think you could hold this for me until we meet up later?”

“Um, sure,” she answered, reaching for the ball just as he suddenly slipped on something and ended up in her lap! “Oh, my god, I’m so sorry.”

“No apologies, beautiful. Are you hurt?” he asked, the warmth of his body combined with the deep resonance with a hint of a southern drawl in his voice heating her up far better than the puffy coat, gloves, and hiking boots with little warming packs inside.

“Not at all, Mr. McKay,” she assured, glancing over at Anna, who was beaming at the interaction.

“Name’s Dallas. As to the ball, it’s for a kid who couldn’t make it tonight and I’d like to make sure nothing happens to it.”

“In that case, I’ll keep it safe. Promise,” she said, being certain to put her glove back on before accepting the ball.

“Thanks. Please, forgive me for the botched introduction,” he said, his compelling dark brown eyes drawing her attention to his incredibly handsome face that must’ve been chiseled by fallen angels.

“I don’t know, having Dallas McKay on my lap is icing on the cake after that TD,” she countered, blinking when snowflakes peppered his straight shoulder-length raven-black hair. My god, he was sex in a football uniform and cleats.

“Congrats on that TD, Dallas, you and Ricky have honed the two-minute drill to perfection,” Anna said from the seat next to her.

Dallas looked over at Anna, smiled, then got to his feet. His height was otherworldly. Exactly how tall Grace didn’t know, but at six-two, it was rare for her to feel petite.

“Hey, Anna, thanks for the props. God, tell me I didn’t hurt you or the babies when I slipped,” he asked when she got to her feet to hug him then stepped back. 

“I’m good, don’t you worry. Before you go back to your teammates, allow me to make the introduction official. Dallas McKay, this is Grace Daniels.” 

“Kinda figured that out when I heard her whistle. Hi, Grace, nice to meet you,” he said, accepting her offer for a handshake, his touch giving her butterflies despite the gloves, his gentle pull drawing her to her feet. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too,” she replied, grinning. “Matter of fact, I’m thinking it’s time to retire my collection of baseball jerseys for one of yours.” 

“What’s this? You don’t have a Dallas McKay jersey?” he teased, releasing her hand to rest his own over his heart, making her laugh.

“Sorry, no, but in my defense, I grew up playing baseball and softball, the latter of which got me into Maryland on a scholarship.”

“Nothing wrong with that. What position?”

“Catcher. Tended to be a line drive hitter, racked up RBIs.”

“Nice. Would love to learn more about it. Do you have a stadium pass?” he asked, making a gesture in midair and Anna handed him a Sharpie.

“I do,” Grace said, jostling the football long enough to dig into the pocket of her winter coat and withdrawing a lanyard with a plastic card attached that would afford her access to the interwoven network behind the scenes of the stadium.

“This should get you through security quickly. Any problems, Anna will know what to do,” he assured, scrawling VIP and his name across the card in indelible marker.

“Appreciate it,” she replied, willing herself not to let the cameras catch her appreciating his fantastic ass as he turned toward someone on the field shouting his name.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me tonight.” Giving her his full attention again, something in his gaze shifted, the heat reflected stoking her awareness of him in a way that had nothing to do with the reason they were meeting in the first place. “Of course, already looking forward to it,” she agreed, retaining the football and her pass as he withdrew, navigating the wall as easily as he’d scaled it the first time. 

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Good Girl Gone Bad Release Blitz!

Fair warning, my friends and readers, a promo blitz for Good Girl Gone Bad is coming soon! While I’d always intended to release this book after the New Year, life, mom, writing, the Holidays, and travel kept me a bit busy. At the end of the month, you’ll likely see blog posts featuring my latest Romantic Suspense, as well as a couple of giveaways! So stay tuned and check out an excerpt below!

As such, I thought I’d share a couple of links:

April—Brandt Security—Front Royal, Virginia

Sitting at a conference table waiting for her aunt, Sage tried to figure out what she could’ve done differently the night she’d gone to a male strip club with her friends.

Maybe she could put the blame on too many Fireballs. Or worry over Bailey and Gretchen seeming to be at odds.

She knew better. Everything about that night had been her choice, from how many drinks she’d had to going on stage with a male stripper. But she never once thought someone would make a video of her one and only fifteen minutes of fame with Azrael, much less that it’d go viral on social media, or anticipate the ramifications that followed.

Credit card numbers stolen, her online presence, though limited, completely overtaken by lies, and creating some sort of sick fan who’d begun to plague her real life, threatening the security of her students. A few nights ago, her landline kept ringing in her apartment. Upon turning it off, her smartphone began going off, the ringtones reminiscent of what’d been playing when she’d been onstage.

Of course, she called the police after every incident. They’d taken her statements, advised changing her phone numbers, and promised patrols in her area. It wasn’t that the cops didn’t care. They did and they’d kept their word. She just felt that it was time to reclaim control over her situation that could affect her work as a teacher and anything she wanted to do in the future.

Even so, she didn’t regret going to Baltimore. For a weekend, she’d been able to get away from the responsible image she’d perfected since she’d woken up in a hospital bed, broken and torn and ill, only to discover she’d been the sole survivor of a terrible accident.

Now, here she was sitting in a conference room waiting for Aunt Sara to return from the meeting she’d been in with her boss, retired Colonel Daniel Brandt. Thirty minutes ago, there’d been some commotion out in the main office, the deep, dark, intriguing voice of a man causing her to take notice.

Unfortunately, she never saw who it was and was disappointed when things quieted down. It was possible he’d gone into the meeting, which meant he likely worked for Brandt Security.

What were they discussing, anyway? Her case, if she had one? How long should she sit here doing nothing? The longer she did, the harder it was not to get angry. That’s what she wanted, to get mad and punch the videographer in the face.

Good Girl Gone Bad! That’s what the five-minute video had been titled.

Ha! Nothing could be further from the truth. Those minutes on stage with Azrael had been the closest she’d come to having a sex life since she’d moved to Alexandria, Virginia and started teaching at Hollingsworth five years ago.

Deciding to walk around, she pushed away from the gargantuan oval table and stood. Soon as she did, a cramp twisted her calf muscle, the pain, unrelenting.

Reaching for her cane, she groaned when it crashed onto the floor, along with her chair. Unsure how that happened, she was about to call for help when something changed behind her, a shimmer of awareness telling her that she was no longer alone.

Keeping one hand on the table, she turned, discovering a man standing in the doorway. For a moment, she thought he was a product of her nighttime fantasies. Gorgeous long raven-black hair was swept back in a ponytail, revealing chiseled features that might’ve been carved by gods. Mercy, if Hollywood or a modeling agency signed him, she’d see any movie or buy every magazine he was a part of.

The cut of his suit was impeccable, the splash of pewter beneath the dark gray suit coat fashionable. Despite the polish, everything in her warned he was a certified bad boy who’d be comfortable in jeans, leather, or nothing at all. Yes, please, to the latter. 

“Umm, hi, I’m Sage. I’m waiting for my Aunt Sara and Uncle Reed. We’re supposed to have lunch,” she said in a nervous rush, heat flooding her cheeks, her heartbeat doing a crazy little two-step. Whoa, he was a thousand times hotter than any stripper she’d encountered a month ago, including Azrael who’d only left her red blouse stained by body oil.

“I know who you are, Sage Grayson,” he replied, his dark, silken voice matching the one she’d heard a short time ago. Lifting her gaze, she stared into eyes so startling green they could’ve been emeralds.

“You do?”   

“Even if I hadn’t been called in to help you, I’d know. You resemble Sara. May I?”

Confused, she frowned, shaking her head. “I’m sorry?”

“May I approach? Promise, I’m one of the good guys.”

“Ah, sure. You seem to belong here more than I do.”

“I tend to work at Brandt Security’s satellite office in Baltimore. Couple times a month, I come to Front Royal for meetings or specific cases such as yours.”

Breaking away from the doorjamb, he walked toward her with the grace of a jaguar, telling her that he could be as dangerous as one if riled. Just the same, she showed no fear, for there was none.

“What’s your name?”

“Kristian Rodriquez and I’m your detail for the foreseeable future.”