He always played by the rules, following his head not his heart, but when that backfires not once, but twice, changes are in store for this Mr. Play It Safe. Now he is on the prowl for great passion. When he finds it, he will stop at nothing to keep it.
With her swaying hips and breathy voice, Jenny exudes so much carnal sexuality and passion it leaves Camp in constant pain. Her dominance and hot temper exude a cloud of lust and erotic fire wherever she clicks her stilettos. Camp loves a woman in heels and is immediately turned on and ready for action. The only problem is Jenny works under him and she is as insubordinate as a toddler.
Jenny slaps Camp after a heated argument and while she should have been fired Camp can think of nothing but the fantasy of her as his hot lover writhing beneath him in pain and pleasure.
Jenny is the spark and passion Camp has been searching for, but Jenny's problems consume her life and she won't make commit to a relationship with Camp.
Jenny may not submit her heart, but after Camp's masterful seduction that fulfills all her sexual fantasies her body belongs to him.
I lead a double life. By day I’m training young women to become speech therapists. At night I sip red wine, dial down all distractions, and sink into the fictional worlds I create. Good tunes on my iPod are a must. I get so caught up in my characters that I truly wish the male hero would materialize in the flesh; especially when I see the cover image…I swoon.
I have spent the past several years working as a university instructor. My students are young adult females so I’m constantly running plot lines and book covers by them. They make a great beta team! I love my job at the university but there is something I love even more. . . romance novels. I'll read any genre as long as there are steamy sex scenes and the standard issue HEA ending. Initially I was drawn in by the escape and sweeping emotion of it all, so much so, I began to create my own fictional world.
Since I worked during the day my nights were consumed with writing. I was powerless to stop the stories that wanted to be freed from my mind. I actually started to get mixed up. I would think something I wrote at night was something I had said during the working day and vice versa. My friends were worried for my sanity but I assured them I had not gone mad, I was just writing. Once I started I wrote upwards of 3,000 words per day.
It was in the early millennium when I became brave enough to share my stories with others. I began to post my stories on fiction websites and then something marvelous happened—I was followed by hundreds of eager readers. I loved my followers and their kind words helped motivate me.
These days I am writing books and I’ve learned some things about myself during the process. I like to write series novels because I have trouble letting go. I like a little plot with myromance, erotica, contemporary. Call it what you will, but I have to have a good story in which to sink my teeth. If I start writing a story I have to finish it, even if it’s terrible.
My dog is my muse and when he tilts his forehead at me and blinks his large black eyes questioningly at me, I think he is worried I've been sucked into the wormhole of the very fiction that I write. I appreciate his concern but I have yet to fall down the rabbit hole. Here's to everyone else in my boat, may our voyage become a permanent destination.