When Life Lobs you a Curveball....

Greetings sweet 'n sexy gang!

My upcoming release: PARADISE HOPS is a stand-alone, brewery based novel that I'm reluctant to even label as "romance."

Sure it has the requisite "boy meets girl" basic story line but after that I take it down a side street that, while extraordinarily HOT, is very much not the typical plot arc.  Life has handed my heroine, Lori Brockton a ton of lemons. What she does with them may or may not lead to her happiness.

I think I'm doing more and more of this because I like bringing what feels like a dose of reality to my fiction. I prefer reading stories that feel like they could actually happen and so more and more I find myself writing them as well.

A couple of my Beta readers claim this is my best book yet....you can find out for yourself on October 15, although it CAN be pre-ordered here.

I'm going to treat you to one of the hotter moments in the story....but first! Click HERE For the Trailer ('cause I can't make the embed code work grrrrrrrr)



and the Blurb:

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 A brutal attack left Lori Brockton convinced she was damaged goods. By the time she emerges from hiding two years later, ready to run her family's famous brewery, she's determined to be independent--never rely on anyone ever again. Nearly a year of working in every corner of Brockton Brewing Company, from warehouse to pub, front office to kitchen, teaches her all she needs to know about the business. Then, she comes face-to-face with masculine perfection in a suit and her world is rocked in more ways than one. Garrett Hunter is the new Brockton business manager who takes one look at the beautiful, sad young woman and his entire existence coalesces around winning her heart. 

But standing between Garrett and what he believes is his true love, is a six-feet six-inch blond-haired bad boy brewer.

Eli Buchannan is a craft beer rock star, recently hired by Brockton to drag the company into the 21st century. He brings innovation and attitude plus a prima donna ladies man reputation.  But he's sworn off anything resembling commitment, personal or professional, after getting burned at his last job on both fronts. 

Garrett Hunter is “The Perfect Man” -- handsome, successful, stable, eager to settle down. Eli Buchannan... is not.  Compelling, smoking hot, creative and elusive, he represents everything Lori Brockton should avoid.  But just as she makes a difficult choice, a drastic life-changing shift occurs, and nothing is ever the same again.

And now the Holy Shit I Need a Shower excerpt:

She ignored him for another hour, busying herself with cleaning, then running the filter for a new batch of dark lager. When a hand touched her arm, she jumped, and the safety glasses slid down her nose. “What?” Eli gestured for her to follow him out of the cooler. She did so, all the way into the office at the back, nerves jangling at the memory of their one encounter there. His face radiated anger when he turned to her.
“What is it?” She slid her arms out of the coverall she’d been wearing now that she was back in a room with normal temperatures. The usual buzz and hum of her libido did its song and dance. She kept plenty of

space between them, determined not to let him near her again. Things with Garrett had been great. She had no reason whatsoever to want anything else. Of course, she still had not told him about the Institute.
When Eli gripped her upper arm she gasped, jolted out of her mental deflection, and stared at his hand, then up at him. “Why are you selling?” He bit each word off at the end, precise and clear. But she still didn’t get what he meant. His proximity, his touch, and the words coming from his mouth simply wouldn’t square in her brain. She pulled out of his grasp.
“Selling what? What are you talking about?” She stepped away, ears buzzing and heart pounding. Attempting to control her breathing, she crossed her arms over her chest. Her hardening nipples irritated the crap out of her behind the thin cotton of her bra and T-shirt. He frowned and dropped into his chair. The dog’s head emerged, and he scratched it distractedly. She perched on the desk across from him. Garrett. Garrett. Remember what you have Lori. Don’t be a dumb ass, impulsive... Oh, my Lord....
In an eye blink he’d risen, pulled her to her feet, and was kissing her, sweeping into her mouth with his tongue, the hard rasp of his beard against her face bringing tears to her eyes. He maneuvered them back into a corner, flipped off the lights and kept kissing her, pressing his tall, hard body into hers. They stayed silent, lips and hands all over each other without words or explanation. He popped the button on her jeans, shoved a hand into her panties and fingered her swollen clit with a groan against the skin of her neck. She propped a foot on a chair, tilted her hips, gave him access as she tugged his long hair loose, let it tumble around his face and shoulders.
“Eli,” she mumbled into his mouth. “Please. I need you.”
“Not half as much as I need you,” he pressed into her body, reached high inside, keeping his thumb against her clit. “Lift up your shirt,” his low, growly voice made her shiver, but she did it. God help her she lifted it up, reached back and released the clasp of her bra and cradled his head as he licked, and sucked and finger fucked her until she groaned and came all over his hand. Her whole body trembled, wouldn’t stop shaking as he put his fingers in his mouth, then into hers letting her taste herself.

His next kiss was gentle. He held her close until she calmed. “I’m sorry,” he said, and stepped back, running a hand down his face. The regret she saw in his eyes brought a tinge of anger to her lusty energy. If he asked, she’d do anything he wanted. Right then. In the office.
She let the wall hold her up and looked him up and down, licking her lips at the sight of the huge mound under his zipper. “I’m not.”
“Well, you should be.” He turned from her.
Fury flared in her chest. How dare he judge her. “Fine. You’re the one who....” He whirled around to face her, his eyes alight with something she’d never seen in them before. Hope.
“I’m the one who gave you what you wanted.” He stepped into her space again lips near her ear. “That’s all. Nothing more or less.”
“Okay,” she put a hand to his face, relishing the rough beard under her palm even as she slid her other hand down, running it along his denim-covered cock. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. “But, something tells me there is more.” She ran her tongue over his full lips. But he pulled away, out of her arms. Anger rushed back in to fill the void he’d left. “Fine. You want to play games with me?” He started to speak but she kept talking. “Mission accomplished. Nothing more is necessary. You proved yourself. Now,” she sat, determined to make this be the last time she asked. “What are you talking about selling? Who is selling? What?”