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Buy Fire Storm for 99¢ with Amazon.com  She must separate her desire for him from her job, especially when her investigation reveals corruption, lies and a second murder. Police officer, Dana Hayden knows two things: 1. The bullets holes in Ben North’s chest didn’t kill him. 2. She’s attracted to the alleged murderer. Police officer Dana Hayden has moved to Hopefalls, Montana to put her mistakes behind her and make a better life for her teenage son, but the past won’t stay buried when sexy-as-hell Tim Morgan becomes the prime suspect in a murder investigation. Tim just wants to be left alone to care for his sick father, and establish his career in organic feed sales. He doesn’t want to be tailed by a pretty cop with suspicious eyes. When Local hermit, Ben North, is killed Dana must separate her desire for Tim from her job, especially when her investigation reveals corruption, lies and another murder. Excerpt:
Dana continued typing, hoping to complete her report soon so she could go back on patrol and escape Booley. She had just finished when Logan slammed through the door and ran around the reception desk. She stood and met her son at the counter. “What happened? Why aren’t you in school?” “Mom, we were charged by a bear. Tim sprayed it so we could get away.” A slim, dark-haired man followed Logan into the station. She was five feet eleven inches, and the man was at least a head taller than her. She estimated him to be at least six-foot-six. He moved in the fluid, muscular way of an athlete and had the hard-eyed look of a fighter. His build was deceptive. He seemed thin, but that was just because he was so tall. The well-toned pectoral muscles of his shoulders along with his biceps told her he worked out regularly and was fit and strong. She’d wrestled a lot of drunks in her time on the force and knew how to size a man up. In her estimation, it would take three or four policemen to take him down. “Thanks for saving…” She couldn’t finish her sentence. Staring into his hazel – green eyes was like being punched in the gut. He was handsome in a rugged way. The weathered skin around his mouth and eyes was etched with deep lines. His hair had grayed at the temples, making him appear distinguished. Everything about him seemed masculine. It was as if he oozed testosterone. Booley emerged from his office and approached the stranger. “Officer Hayden, I’d like you to meet Tim Morgan.” The air whooshed out of her lungs. This was the man who’d killed Aunt Alice. How could he be so devastatingly handsome, so attractive? The man who was responsible for shattering her family should be an ogre, someone who looked as ugly on the outside as he was on the inside. Morgan blinked. His face was slightly red as if he had a mild case of sunburn, and the whites of his eyes were pink. His hands were fisted at his sides, but otherwise he showed no reaction to Booley’s introduction. “I’m here to inform you there’s a grizzly with cubs in the area of Wind Valley and Molly’s Mountain.” Morgan stood to attention and stared straight ahead while he made his announcement. The contained way he held himself was unnerving. His physical power was obvious, but she sensed he was a man of determination and control, which was unexpected, considering his past. “Is that right?” Booley said as he moved to stand next to Morgan. Morgan didn’t acknowledge Booley and didn’t react. He didn’t even blink. “Timothy Morgan, I’m arresting you for the murder of Ben North.” Booley grabbed Tim’s hand and wrenched it behind his back. Morgan spun around so he was facing the chief, his hands no longer in the chief’s grasp. “Ben’s dead?”
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Read Chapter One of Fire Storm - The Gathering Storm Series - Book 2 #newrelease #RomanticSuspense5/29/2018
Can Policewoman, Dana Hayden, suppress her attraction for suspected murderer, Tim Morgan, and uncover a killer 
Local hermit, Ben North, is found murdered in his cabin at the top of Molly’s Mountain. Shot when he was already dead, the only clue is a white powder found on his face by responding officer, Dana Hayden.
Dana has just moved back to her hometown, Hopefalls, Montana, a place she fled at thirteen when a prank played by Tim Morgan resulted in the death of her aunt. But nothing can prepare her for the bone-deep physical attraction she feels every time he’s near. Ex-US Army Ranger Tim Morgan wants nothing more than to be left alone to care for his sick father, but he cannot escape the false allegations that have haunted him since he was fifteen. Now, after being accused of killing Ben, he realizes there is no place for him in Hopefalls, and there’s no chance of a future with the woman who haunts his dreams, Dana Hayden. As Dana investigates, she realizes nothing is as it seems. Can she sort through the lies from the past, and suppress her growing attraction for Tim, to find the truth? Chapter One Ben North clutched a hand to his chest in an effort to control his racing heart. The woman sat at his kitchen table, displaying her magnificent, naked breasts. He hadn’t seen a bosom that superb since he’d served in Vietnam. Her knee-length skirt had ridden up to her thighs, exposing her shapely legs. He should send her on her way, but the chance to spend time with a beautiful woman would be gone soon enough. He was two weeks away from his seventieth birthday and had more days behind him than ahead of him. Besides, it would be rude to tell her to leave. To get to his cabin on Molly’s Mountain, she’d had to drive past protesters and negotiate a steep, narrow trail that, at times, teetered on the side of a cliff. “Don’t you want me?” the woman at the table purred. He wasn’t sure if he could pleasure her. It had been years since his last sexual adventure. He cleared his throat. “Of course, I do, but are you sure? What about your husband?” She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. “He’s having an affair.” “And I’m your revenge?” He had no time for her weasel of a husband, and there was poetry in the idea of him being used as an instrument for retribution. Her gaze slanted to the floor as she swallowed and then licked her dry lips. “You’re not the only one, but yes, you’re payback.” There was something in her manner that was off. She could be lying, or maybe she felt guilty over her adultery. Yes, that was it. She wouldn’t lie about having other boyfriends, but still, it was a surprise. “You have other lovers?” She nodded and met his gaze, seeming direct and honest. He’d always thought of her as uptight and unyielding. Maybe she showed the world the strict and conservative side of her nature, but in the privacy of the bedroom, she was a wild woman. He liked that idea. She smiled, straightened her back, thrusting her chest forward, and then curled her index finger, beckoning him closer. “I want you to lick my breasts and suck on my nipples.” His cock sprang to life, which was comforting. Maybe he would be able to satisfy her. He stepped closer and knelt on the floor in front of her, ignoring the pain in his arthritic knees. As he leaned in, she held up a hand to stop him. “Before you start, I need to get something out of my purse.” She plucked her bag off the floor and placed it in her lap. She was probably looking for a rubber. That was the way of it these days. You couldn’t have sex without protection, even if there was no chance of pregnancy. She pulled out her compact mirror and lipstick and then placed her bag back on the ground. He smiled. She wanted to make sure she looked good. Maybe she would primp her hair or touch up her makeup. He leant closer. He loved watching a woman put on lipstick. It was a feminine and intimate gesture. One he didn’t realize he’d missed until this moment. She pursed her lips as she opened the compact, held it level with his face, and blew. He coughed when a fine, white powder flew into his nose and eyes. He tried to wipe it away, but it just smeared. She blew again. A chemical taste coated his tongue. He spat as he pulled away, trying to rid his mouth of the dry, bitter substance. Then the world tilted and swayed. The floor seemed to buckle under him. He cried out and grabbed the table, trying not to fall over. A pretty she-devil with the largest breasts he had ever seen moved toward him. Horns grew out of her fair hair. “Where’s the gold?” He held his arms wide in an effort to prevent the walls from crushing him. “Why are the walls moving?” “They’re not moving. You’re hallucinating. It’s a side effect of the drug I blew into your face. I know you found a can of gold coins because I heard you telling Jack. Where is it?” Jack? Jack Morgan was his oldest friend. Jack would chase the devil away the same way he’d chased away Ben’s other demons. He tried to move to the door. He needed to get out of the house, to feel solid ground beneath his feet. But the floor slanted into an abyss. He gripped the table, scared he’d slip into the dark, inky blackness. “Help me!” he screamed at the devil-woman. She smiled. Her evil eyes shone with blue fire. “I’ll help you if you tell me about the gold.” He’d been tricked. The devil knew Ben’s weakness and had disguised himself as a beautiful woman. “You’d better get out of here before she kills you,” the chair said. The world righted itself, and he started for the door, ignoring the fact that chairs couldn’t talk. The furniture levitated, drifting around the room. His mouth was dry, so dry he thought his tongue would crack. Blood pounded in his ears. He took another step but didn’t have the energy to continue. He tried to inhale, but his lungs wouldn’t expand. And now the damned furniture was spinning. “Just tell me where the gold is!” the she-devil shouted. “It’s on Morgan land,” he yelled. He didn’t want to tell but was compelled to reveal everything. The devil controlled his mind. “Where?” she insisted. He opened his mouth to speak, but a crushing pain in his chest made him double over. He fell to his knees. Tim—he was supposed to meet him tomorrow and tell him about the gold. Now it was too late. He was a thief. He’d stolen from the Morgans, and the devil had come to claim him. “Where is it?” The she-devil was on the ground next to him. “I need to know,” she yelled, grabbing him by the collar. Her words stabbed at him, coalescing into a dark, sharp knife that pierced his heart. The spasm extended through his chest and down his left arm. His world exploded into a white light of pain, and then nothing. 
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Fire Storm – Book 2 in The Gathering Storm Series is due to be released on 29thMay and to celebrate I’ve decided to put Sun Storm on sale for 99¢ until 18th May. You can pick up you copy on Amazon  Dr. Marie Wilson is a scientist on the verge of a breakthrough. She has come to Montana on the eve of a blizzard to prove her small, portable solar panel can generate electricity even in the harshest environment. But when four men invade her remote cabin with plans to kill her, she knows she’s in trouble. Ex-Special Forces soldier, David Quinn, has had enough of danger and death. All he wants is to be left alone on his Montana acreage to pursue his dream of being a beekeeper. But when his old mentor convinces him to help retrieve a stolen solar panel, he thinks it will be a simple job. But the moment he sets eyes on Marie, he knows their assignment is all kinds of wrong. Together, they escape. Chased by a businessman with unlimited resources, a gunman and a corrupt police force, they are thrust into the frozen Montana landscape. Can a cynical soldier and a naive scientist learn about love and trust in order to survive? Here's a sneak peak at the cover and blurb for Fire Storm It is available for preorder on Amazon.  Local hermit, Ben North, is found murdered in his cabin at the top of Molly’s Mountain. Shot when he was already dead, the only clue is a white powder found on his face by responding officer, Dana Hayden.
Dana has just moved back to her hometown, Hopefalls, Montana, a place she fled at thirteen when a prank played by Tim Morgan resulted in the death of her aunt. But nothing can prepare her for the bone-deep physical attraction she feels every time he’s near. Ex-US Army Ranger Tim Morgan wants nothing more than to be left alone to care for his sick father, but he cannot escape the false allegations that have haunted him since he was fifteen. Now, after being accused of killing Ben, he realizes there is no place for him in Hopefalls, and there’s no chance of a future with the woman who haunts his dreams, Dana Hayden. As Dana investigates, she realizes nothing is as it seems. Can she sort through the lies from the past, and suppress her growing attraction for Tim, to find the truth?
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 When I create my characters, I imagine their backgrounds, their likes and dislikes, and the experiences that shaped their personalities. This is how FBI Supervisory Special Agent Finn Callaghan met his partner, Special Agent Kennedy Morris. These two couldn’t have a normal meeting—a hearty handshake over a cup of coffee wouldn’t work for them. They have to deal with a category one hurricane, a missing bride, and Kennedy’s dysfunctional family.  Supervisory Special Agent Finn Callaghan is impressed. While teaching a course at Quantico, he witnessed trainee agent Kennedy Morris take down a bully twice her size. Before leaving Washington DC, he stops by her apartment to offer her a job as his partner in Granite City, Montana and is surprised to see a wedding reception in her building during the worst storm of the year.
Kennedy is having a bad day. Her FBI training isn’t going well, her dysfunctional family is visiting, there’s a category one hurricane bearing down on them, and now she has to deal with her attraction to her superior Finn Callaghan. When the bride from the reception, Vanessa Stevens, disappears, Finn offers to help. With Kennedy’s aid, they delve into the world of the rich and powerful. But their investigation reveals that no one really knows Vanessa. When the storm cuts the power and phone lines, they must ascertain if kidnappers have taken advantage of the weather or if the bride is a clever con woman.  Yesterday the world marked International Holocaust Memorial Day. Posts on social media reminded us to never forget and not let these atrocities happen again, and yet as we move into 2018 I’m filled with a sense of unease. Now more than ever hate is on the rise. It seems that if you aren’t white, Christian, and straight then you’re out of luck. As a society we label people. We decide who they are by the color of their skin, their sexual orientation, their religion and their politics. This is done to alienate people so instead of seeing them as humans we are forced to think of them as a group. These divisions are more rampant today than they have been in the last seventy years. This is insane when you consider we live in a world where, through the magic of the Internet, we can see, hear and examine the daily existence of our fellow man. Now we can understand what it is to walk in someone else’s shoes and feel what they feel. As Tennessee Williams said, “I think that hate is a thing, a feeling, that can only exist where there is no understanding.” Which to me means if you hate someone because they’re gay, or from another culture, maybe you should get to know them. You might be surprised at how nice they are. If we really must choose labels for human beings then I suggest we choose ones that are significant. Forget about the color of someone’s skin, their culture or sexual orientation. These are the labels that really count.
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