Friday, December 19, 2014

The Hayes Holiday Curse Continues

If you've been following this blog for long, you will have become aware that my family is dogged by a curse when it comes to Christmas and the holiday season. Our turkeys never cook, ovens spontaneously break down, and the general mojo of the day tends to be on the weird 'n wacky side. 
This year we tried something new....

It didn't work.

This year, my parents and I were going to evade the holiday madness with a simple plan - get out of town. Mum and Dad were going to head north for a few days to see if they couldn't find some snow to play in, and I was going to stay at home. We agreed to have a nice family dinner a few days before they left. (That would be the day after this blog is being written) and we'd keep everything simple. After all, it's just the three of us. We should have known it wasn't going to be that easy.

Last night, the phone rang. It was my mum and I figured it would be a follow up  to our emails about the upcoming dinner. Nope. The first words out of her mouth were along the lines of  "Don't panic, but..."

Turns out my Dad, who is a wood turner, took a chunk of flying wood to the face and had done a spectacular job of splitting his lip open...from the inside. One trip to emergency later, Dad is fine, but has a mouth full of stitches to close the big, ugly gash in his mouth, and a few more stitches on the outside of his lip just for good measure. 


And so the tradition continues. The Hayes family holiday curse is intact despite our attempt to escape it. On the plus side, there will be no turkey, which means we avoid Turkastrophe 2014. It's still six more sleeps until Christmas Day. I'm seriously considering hiding in a holiday proof bunker next week, just to be safe.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Updates 'n highlights for December

The holiday madness is descending fast, and every day I find myself making more lists in a desperate attempt to keep myself organized. At this rate, I'm going to need to make a list to track all the other lists. Presents, baking supplies, places to go and packages to send, it's getting out of hand. 

That being said, I thought I'd stick with the theme of the week and jot down a quick list of my upcoming releases, projects and plans.

3013:TARGETED is scheduled to be released in late January or early February. This is T'karra Ryvern's story.

I'm part of a Uniform anthology published by Evernight Publishing that will be out in February. My story is titled Wilde Start, and it's the tale of how Brian and Meg Wilde met and started the adventure that would lead to the Wilde Brothers series.

Summoned and Bound, the third book in the Summoned Series, should be out this spring. 

I am planning on writing Wilde Blues after that, and David Wilde's story should be out this summer. 

There's a secret project or two in the works, and announcements on those will be coming early in 2015. (I cannot wait to share the details, but my lips are zipped for now!)

2015 is shaping up to be a busy, amazing year, and I have all of you to thank for making it possible. 

Speaking of thank yous, I would like to take a moment to thank everyone who voted Wilde Ink the Best Book, Erotic Category in the Evernight Publishing Reader's Choice awards. 

Thank you so much!

Friday, November 28, 2014

New Release - 3013: SALVATION - LAURIE ROMA


The fifth book in this best selling sci-fi/futuristic series!

Officer Skylar Aris is a woman with a troubled past. As a Class-A Conduit, she is beautiful and deadly, making her stand out among the rest of the Elite soldiers. She has worked hard to succeed as one of the only female interrogators in the Security and Interrogation Division, but everything she has dreamed of is put in jeopardy when she’s given an ultimatum that will change her fate.

Strong and dominant, Director Dominic Stryker is a man who doesn’t let anything stand in his way. When he meets Skylar, he knows she’s the woman he wants to claim, but he never expected she’d also be destined to belong to his best friend, D’Aire Ambassador Arik V’Dir. Two Alpha males, Dom and Arik don’t want to share, but they realize that it’s the only way they can have Skylar...if they can get her to agree.

When a mission forces Skylar to deal with her past, Dom and Arik are determined to stand by her side. But discovering where she comes from changes everything. Will their love be enough to give her salvation, or will the truth shatter their bond and take her beyond their reach?


Skylar wiped the sweat from her brow and heaved out a breath. Without turning, she asked, “Are you here to gloat?”

“Those units weren’t made to sustain that kind of damage.”

“Jax can bill me.”

She turned so their eyes met and he could see barely banked anger burning in her icy blue eyes. He wondered what had her so twisted up. He was glad he had taken the time to change before seeking her out. His casual black shirt and loose fitting pants made their meeting far more relaxed then if he had remained in his uniform. Going for a casual response, he uncrossed his arms and leaned against the low wall that separated the individual training area they were in from the rest of the room. “You want to explain what your comment meant, Sky?”

“As if you don’t know.”

Rage all but radiated from her, but he wasn’t afraid. He raised an eyebrow at that, his confusion clear. “Would I ask if I knew?”

That seemed to give her pause. “You don’t know about my meeting with the regents?”

Dom straightened, instantly going on alert. “You had a meeting with them? When? About what? I thought the mission brief was scheduled for tomorrow.”

“You really don’t know, do you?”

Irritation made him scowl. “I said I didn’t. You know I don’t lie.”

She slowly nodded as her body seemed to relax. “Yeah, I do know that.”

“Obviously the meeting was bad enough for you to come here and beat the shit out of that droid. Tell me what happened.”

Her eyes narrowed at him. “I’m not on duty, Director. Don’t give me orders.”

“Fuck that, Sky,” Dom snapped. “Stop trying to pick a fight and just tell me why you’re upset.”

She let out an impatient breath. “You’re so damn bossy.”

He grunted as he took a step toward her. “So you are always telling me. Now, quit stalling.”

She ignored him as she walked over to the low wall to pick up the hoodie she had left hanging there and put it on, pulling up the zipper as she turned back to him. “The regents have decided that I need to choose a bonding pair or else I will be taken off active duty.”


Her brows raised at that. “No? What do you mean, no?”

Skylar watched as his expression hardened as if were made of stone. His dark eyes gleaming with banked fury as he glared back at her. “It means, fuck no, they can’t do that.”

A weight lifted off her chest at the words he practically snarled at her. It was true that he didn’t lie, but she had needed to see his reaction in order to really believe it.

“It’s done, Dom,” she said quietly. “I have until the end of this mission, then I will be relieved of my position if I don’t choose. Even so, I was informed that Jax could take me off the investigation if my past gets in the way.”

“Fuck!” he raged as he slammed a fist down on the low wall, shocking her into silence. He spun on her, eyes blazing with anger. “Do you really think I had anything to do with that? You think I have waited this long for you just to fuck it all up by having them push you into this position? I want you to choose me. To come to me and Arik of your own free will, not have you forced to take us just because you have no other option.”

“Well, we can’t all get what we want now, can we?” she spit out bitterly. “And what do you mean by waiting for me, you arrogant ass? Did you think I was just going to give in one day and beg you to claim me?

“Ha! You wouldn’t beg for water if you were dying of thirst, you stubborn woman.”

“Damn right.” She turned to leave, but Dom grabbed her arm, spinning her around again.

“We aren’t done.”

“Let go of me,” she snarled as she jerked her arm away from him. “Do you think I’m going to just let you claim me now because the regents think they can force this on me?”

“No, I know you're going to let me claim you because of this.”

Dom grabbed hold of her, wrapping one strong arm around her waist while the other wound her hair tight around his fist. Using it a leverage, he jerked her head back and slammed his mouth down on to hers, taking her lips in a brutal kiss. Her body went rigid in his hold, and he braced himself, ready to take the surge of energy he was sure she would hit him with.

But it never came.

Her hand came up to the front of his shirt, but instead of shoving him away, Dom felt her fist the material in her grasp to pull him closer. Fuck it, he thought. If he wasn’t on his ass from her shocking the shit out of him, he might as well take advantage and thoroughly enjoy the situation.

Dom’s grip on her tightened as he coaxed her lips apart, spearing his tongue deep to mate with hers. She let out a soft moan that made his cock painfully hard, and she met his passion with equal fervor. There was no hesitation as her own tongue stroked against his, making his body burn with the need to take her. He knew she could feel the rigid length of his cock pressed against her and let out a groan of his own as her body moved enticingly against him.

Stars, he wanted to fucking devour her in great greedy gulps.

He lost himself in the kiss. Forgetting to breath, he had to pull back when he started to get light headed. His lungs billowed as he gulped in air. The feel of her breasts pressed up against his chest made him growl as he lowered his head to taste her again, but the momentary pause had given her enough time to gather her wits. She released her hold on his shirt to push at him, stopping him from claiming lips again.

“Wait! Just...wait.”

“Damn it, Sky,” he growled. “Just let me claim you for star’s sake!”

“No. This is crazy!”

“Crazy is stopping,” Dom argued harshly. “I want you.”


Laurie Roma lives in Chicago and mainly writes contemporary, romantic suspense, and sci-fi romance. She has always loved immersing herself in a good book and now enjoys the pleasure of creating her own. She can usually be found tapping away on her keyboard, creating worlds for her characters while she listens to music. Of course her playlist depends on her mood...but then again, so does her writing.

An avid reader of the romance genre, nothing bothers her more than annoying characters. Seriously, who wants a happy ending for someone that pisses you off? She loves tough alpha-male heroes and strong heroines that have brains as well as beauty. Her novels are filled with both passionate romance and down and dirty lust-driven interludes, as she believes both are essential to a good love story. She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at

Saturday, November 22, 2014

A Thank You my Readers - And a Giveaway

I was thrilled and honoured to discover that Wilde Ink was nominated for Evernight Publisher's Readers' Choice Awards, in the Erotic Category. I am in some very good company, including my good friends Jenika Snow and Laurie Roma. 

If you would like to vote for your favourite Evernight books and authors (and enter for a chance to win a $25 Evernight Gift Certificate) Click HERE.

To say thank you to my readers for nominating Wilde Ink, and to express my appreciation to all my readers, I'm doing a giveaway for a $25 Amazon Gift Certificate. 

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Wednesday, November 12, 2014

What happened in Vegas...

I survived...mostly. My voice is shot and I'm living on coffee and energy drinks until I finally catch up on my sleep, but I'm home from Sin City. While it's still mostly fresh in my slightly booze befuddled brain, I thought I'd share some of the highlights...and a few lessons learned.

Moonrise over the Strip (from my hotel room)

1) The expiry date on your passport is apparently more of a "suggestion" than a hard fact. Because mine expires less than six months from now, I had to go have a wee chat with a customs and immigration officer who had the power to kick my ass back to Canada if he deemed me "unsafe." Good thing I'm cute 'n fluffy. They let me stay. 

2) Purple hair is apparently a security flag. Seriously. I was "randomly selected" for patdowns/explosive trace detection for two out of four passes through security. 

3) Mini bars are scary. Five bucks for a cute but incredibly tiny mini-bottle of diet coke? And the damned things are censored so if you so much as move the contents, you're automatically billed. 

4) The bathrooms in the Bellagio hotel rooms are bigger than my first apartment.

5) Getting authors coordinated to be at the same place, at the same time, and then having them hold still long enough to take a picture requires more dedication and luck than trying to capture a picture of Bigfoot. 

Erika Reed and I in the Bellagio Conservatory

6) If you put a group of authors together at a bar, they will talk and laugh until 2 am, and only when they are falling asleep where they sit will they finally admit defeat and go to bed. (or in some cases, go to their rooms and write...)

7) Las Vegas strip really is the place that never sleeps. It's also the place where you are likely to run into Mickey Mouse, Darth Vader, and the soldiers from HALO wandering through the crowds despite the fact it was nearly 80 degrees outside. 

8) People who live in Vegas think that 70 degrees is "cold." I swear I saw several airport baggage handlers bundled into gloves and hoodies on the tarmac because it was "winter." Please note, I was wearing a t-shirt leggings and thinking it was too warm to be wearing black. 

9) There are many wonderful cocktails to drink in Vegas, but the best one I had was a Raspberry Cobbler Martini at the Baccarat Lounge.

    1 1/2 oz Stoli Vanilla Vodka
    1/2 oz Chambord
    1 oz sweet and sour
    splash of pinapple syrup (not juice)

    Shake and serve in a martini glass rimmed with cinnamon and sugar, float a cinnamon stick. 

The Baccarat Lounge

10) If you take a picture of a bunch of women in their bathing suits. NONE of them will give you permission to post it.  Yes, it exists. No, you can't see it, I value my life too much. So instead I will show you a photo of the view from our poolside cabana. Those two heads belong to Erika Reed and Laurie Roma.

11) That stunning fountain in front of our cabana is in a pool. an UNHEATED pool that is not marked as such. Laurie Roma and I nearly got frostbite figuring that out for ourselves. 

12) If you ever go to a restaurant named "Hot and Juicy" and they offer you a bib/gloves to go with your meal, take it!  In fact, get spares. It was the messiest, spiciest, foodfest ever. Delicious. Also, corn fritters are awesome!

It was a hell of a good time, and I miss all my friends (new and old) terribly! 

Now I'm back to reality, writing, and laundry. Not necessarily in that order. 

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Wilde Ink - Now Available

WILDE INK - Now Available

Nick Wilde is a man content with his life. Business at his tattoo shop is booming, and he’s never lacking for friends or female company. But when he meets Lia, he knows everything will change...

A moment’s flirtation and a kiss in the dark leaves Nick wanting more. When his Cinderella vanishes before the night is over, she leaves him nothing but her name and the memory of a kiss he can’t forget.

Chicago Police Detective Lia Archer’s life doesn’t have room for distractions, and that’s exactly what Nick Wilde is. He’s sexy, charming, and a threat to everything she’s worked so hard to achieve. She ran out on him once, but when Nick reappears in her life, he’s determined not to make it easy for her to vanish on him again.

When past decisions and old secrets come back to haunt them, will the fairy tale end, or will they find a way to reclaim their                                   Happily Ever After?

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Wilde Ink - The official excerpt

Releasing October 28th, 2014 

Wilde Brothers Book three is out next week! 

Here's a sneak peak at the official excerpt:

“I’ve got tattoos too. Wanna see?” He waggled his brows at her and laughed before releasing her hands and stepping back to give her space to catch her breath.

Flirting with Lia was the most enjoyable part of Nick Wilde’s evening so far. Not that he wasn’t happy to see his brother Ben get married to the love of his life, far from it. But why the fuck did weddings require everyone to wear their most uncomfortable clothing and then sit around for hours on end while eating identical plates of overpriced food and drinking cheap, watered down booze. If he ever lost his mind and got hitched, he’d do it in Vegas. No muss, no fuss and no nosy relations coyly asking the single men if they were next in line to fall in love.

First Ben and then Tag had gone down in a blaze of hearts and flowers. Ben had been grinning like a lunatic all day, and the last time Nick had seen Tag, his brother was hovering over his pregnant fiancĂ©e, Jo, like a hen with her first clutch of chicks. It was all very sweet, but Nick liked his life as is. The tattoo shop was showing steady profits, if he wanted female company he could find it easily enough, and his father had finally given up trying to convince him to “get a real job.”

“Do I want to see your tattoos? Really? Does that line ever work for you?” Lia asked him with a low, throaty laugh that had his cock surging to attention.

“Honestly? Yes,” he confessed and was rewarded with another of her laughs. Fuck, she was sexy. He’d been watching her since the reception started, but he’d kept his distance until he was sure she wasn’t involved with the guy escorting her. He didn’t poach another man’s turf, no matter how tempting the woman might be.

“Tattoos and piercings. I think you’re the man my momma warned me about.” There was no missing the heat that flashed in her eyes as she bantered with him.

“That’s entirely possible. Did I mention I have a motorbike, too?”

“The bad boy trifecta. Yep, you’re definitely on her list of men I’m not supposed to talk to.”

Sass and smarts. Fuck, she was getting more interesting by the minute. The last woman he’d dated wouldn’t have been able to spell trifecta, never mind use it in a sentence. Nick inwardly winced as he realized that statement applied to the last few women he’d spent any time with. None of them were half as intriguing as the green-eyed beauty currently standing in front of him.

The deejay started the music again, an ‘80’s power ballad with enough bass that it was easily heard out on the balcony. “So, don’t talk. Dance with me instead.”

She opened her mouth to protest and he caught her hands again, tugging her into his arms before she could say anything. He knew he’d won when she relaxed and let him draw her in closer. He kept a hold of her right hand while guiding her left hand up to his shoulder. When she looked up at him in surprise, he settled his hand on her hip and swept her into a slow waltz across the empty terrace.

“Be still my heart. You can actually dance!”

“A regular renaissance man, that’s me.” He couldn’t help but grin as she followed his lead, his jacket flaring out like a cape behind her as they twirled. Lia fit perfectly in his arms, and he couldn’t help but notice that she was tall enough that he wouldn’t have to do more than dip his head a little to reach the sweet curve of her lips. The thought sent a surge of blood straight to his cock.

Nick sucked in a lungful of cold air, trying to cool the fire building inside him. The delicate scent of her perfume filled his lungs, and she choose that moment to shift deeper into his arms, close enough so her breasts brushed against his shirt. She was going to fucking kill him at this rate, and all they’d done was dance.

His slid his hand from her hip to the small of her back, pulling her in closer. She shifted her hand, letting her fingers curve around the back of his neck and he felt a powerful urge to kiss her. The idea was insane. They’d only spoken a handful of sentences to each other. He didn’t even know her last name, but damn it, he already wanted to know what she tasted like, to run his fingers through the tousled spikes of her chocolate brown hair and find out for himself if her caramel-kissed skin was as soft as it looked.

The music slowed and he spun her around one last time, deliberately ending their dance near the shadowy corner she’d been tucked into when he had first stepped outside. When she went to release his hand, he didn’t let go. Instead he walked her backward, into the shadows until she had her back to the wall and her hand was pinned to the bricks beside her head.

“What do you think you’re doing, exactly?”

“Testing a theory,” he told her, caging her body with his as he lowered his head and slanted his mouth across hers, stopping her next words with a kiss. He had only intended to taste her, but then she parted her lips beneath his and all his good intentions vanished like mist caught in a sunbeam. She strained upward, kissing him back as her free hand curved around the back of his neck. One kiss turned into two, then three. There wasn’t any room between them any longer, and when she rubbed herself against the hard ridge of his erection Nick felt a jolt of pure lust arrow through him.

When at last he lifted his head, she didn’t let go of him, didn’t try to push him away. She just cocked her head to one side and asked, “So, what was this theory you were testing.”

“I wanted to see if we had chemistry together.”

Lia laughed again, and this time he was close enough he could feel it roll through her, low and sexy as hell. “’And, do we?”

“If you have to ask that question, then I must have done something wrong. Do I need to run the experiment again?”