I’m spending a few days in San Fransisco before heading to San Diego for RWA 2016 and I noticed the first book in my new series is finally up for preorder http://amzn.to/29ENqTr and I can’t wait for you all to read it.
The series is set in the Pacific Northwest and to get a feel for the area I traveled there with my crit partner Elle Mason earlier this year.
We had a wonderful time exploring. The food was delicious. And we even had lunch with Tiffany Reisz. Basically, I fell in love and can’t wait to go back.
I’ll post more about my travels between now and when Book 1 (MASTER PROFESSOR) comes out. But until then, here are a few pictures.
The friendly city of Portland
Everything’s so green!
Setting for parts of Book 2 (HEAD MASTER)
The ocean has a major impact in MASTER PROFESSOR.
And here’s a little snippet:
Andie threw the bag away. “I don’t get what the big deal is anyway. It’s sort of like you wake up at twenty and people look at you like you’re a freak if you haven’t had sex. Seriously, worry about global warming, the national deficit, why the government allows genetically modified food to be sold. My virginity shouldn’t be a topic of conversation. It’s not contagious.”
“Sounds like you’re taking it a bit personally, if you ask me,” Fulton said.
“I didn’t ask you.” She stopped. Her fight wasn’t with him. But on second thought, maybe it was. “I think my problem is I’m sexually frustrated.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I’m here, surrounded by sex constantly and I can’t have it.”
He grinned, damn him.
“It’s not funny.”
“I didn’t mean to imply it was. I haven’t seen this side of you.”
She snorted. “I’m not going to say anything else because you’ll probably make me masturbate in front of you again and that’s not what I want.”
“What do you want, Andie?”
Andie. So much better than Miss Lincoln. It was the use of her first name that made her tell him. “What do I want? I want a man to take me in his arms and kiss me. Really kiss me. And I want him to want me so bad, he thinks he’ll die if he doesn’t have me. I want raw, dirty sex, Master Matthews. The kind that shocks old ladies and that grown men fantasize about. I want to stay up all night with the man I love because we can’t keep our hands off each other and we fall asleep at dawn exhausted and sore, but totally blissed out. That is what I want, Sir.”
He didn’t move for several long seconds. He simply stared at her.
“What?” she finally asked.
He shook himself. “Nothing. It’s only I didn’t realize so much sexual frustration could fit inside such a tiny body.”
She sighed. “And Terrence isn’t going to do anything about it.”
There was no doubt about it, there was definitely relief in Fulton’s expression. She didn’t want to think about why that was or why it made her so happy.