Hey hey hey, It's Cat's release day... Cat with the Blue Eyes is out today. Let's sneak a peek

Take one red-haired blue-eyed Cat.
That's Catlin.
She can't shift.
Add Dylan—who can.
Stir in melodrama, malice, and mischief and watch the fur fly.
Literally.

Am I all over happy? You bet I am.

and here's a sneak peek from the beginning...

Chapter One
Catlin Creamer looked with a certain degree of sympathy as the group of young, Scottish wildcat shifters slunk—there was no other word for it—out of the room. One or two of them snuck glaring resentful glances at the tall, tawny-haired cat, who stood next to her, every sinew in him taut, and every sense alert.
Talk about an alpha male. Catlin mentally shook her head. Nope, don’t go there. Much too much testosterone for comfort.
“They can’t help it you know,” she murmured as the last cat left the room and she shut the door behind them, leaned back on the wood and considered him thoughtfully. “They look at you, who shifts like it’s as easy as drinking a cup of coffee, think they can do it and then get pissed off when it’s not as simple as they imagined. Smile complacently and roll their eyes when you try to tell them about the dangers of straying from our lands when they’ve shifted, because of course they know it all and we’re the oldies.” She sniggered. “Over the hill at twenty-eight, I ask you, it’s enough to make me beg for a pension and retire to Skye and learn to weave.”
She pushed off from the door. “Except I have no inclination to weave.” Or move away from him, but he didn’t need to know that. Restless, out of sorts, and no idea why, except it had to involve the cat in front of her, who contemplated every move she made though watchful eyes. It was bloody irritating. Her long multi-colored skirts swished round her legs and she kicked out at them impatiently. Maybe it was time to change the habits of a lifetime. She caught the

speculative expression on her companion’s face—even shifted it was as apt as that stupid phrase went—like the cat that had got the cream. If he said one word, just one word about names, or designated partners, she’d throw something. It was a pity there wasn’t much throwable around. To teach young shifters everything they might need to know, the room was of necessity large and free of obstacles. Even then, after each session some interesting scuff-marks would show in the most unlikely of places.
“You bawl them out for being arsy or cocky and they mutter and moan about you,” she went on. “Unfortunately after that, I’m the poor sod who has to calm it all down. How to Deal With Your Elders and Betters 101. What I wouldn’t give for a quiet life.”
The cat next to her smiled—if that’s what you called the baring of canines—shook and morphed into a hot as hades male. One she’d sworn off ages ago.
He was bad enough as a cat. As a human, a naked human, he was ten times worse.
Dylan MacSween stretched and her mouth went dry.
God, he was magnificent. Long tawny tresses with those gold and dark streaks in them, just like his fur when he’d shifted. A torso sprinkled with short strands of gold and black, which arrowed downward to where dark, wiry, hair made a nest for his, she had to admit, rather magnificent cock. To say she drooled was an understatement.
Her mouth went dry as she thought of what he could do with that appendage...if she agreed to mate with him.
Unfortunately for her, he was her designated mate and she was having none of it. No way would she be told to mate, or subjugate herself to anyone. Even if it did mean she stayed single forever.
“You’d hate it.” Dylan shook his head and let his hair spin around and settle on his shoulders. “Being single for ever.”
“Dammit, keep out of my thoughts. It’s rude to listen in,” she said indignantly. “Mine all mine.”
“You forget as my life partner to be, I can read you without consciously trying. Hear you automatically,” Dylan said as he finger combed his hair and plaited it loosely. “Sod it, this needs cutting. Have you got an elastic handy? Nowhere to hide one like this.” He regarded his naked body unselfconsciously.
Catlin rummaged in her pocket and brought out a pink

scrunchy. “Only this.” She waited to see what he’d say as she dangled it from one finger and whirled it around in a circle.
“Thanks, that’s fine.” Dylan took it from her mid-swing, and secured the end of his plait. “Right, any clues where my jeans are?”
“Where you left them maybe?” Catlin said sweetly. Something in his tone annoyed her. “I’m not your servant. I have no idea where you dump stuff, because I have no need to.”
Dylan gave her a black look. His eyes glowed yellow and dangerous before he blinked and sheathed his inner cat. She shivered. Why, oh why did she insist on challenging him?
Because he’s too big for his paws that’s why. But was he? Or was he merely fulfilling his role in the Dowt—their group of Scottish Wild Cats that lived and worked as humans part of the time and shifted into their wild forms at others.
“Never said you were my servant, sweet Cat. I don’t want a servant. I want a partner.” He walked across the room to a tall cupboard and pulled out a black t-shirt and a pair of well-worn, white at the seams, denims. “Now how did these get in here?” he mused as he zipped up the fly. “Never mind, don’t answer. I don’t much care as long as I can get dressed. Naked in Scotland in the winter is not a good idea. Bits might freeze and drop off.” He slanted her a glance and smiled. “Pity not to let you have the chance to experience what I can do with one of them eh?”
“In your dreams.” And mine darn it, oh and in mine. Hot, wet, erotic, skin tingling, clit clenching, need my bullet dreams.
Dylan nodded. “Yep, all too frequently, my love. So, all joking apart, when are you going to see sense and agree to our life ceremony? Belong to me.”
She harrumphed all her ideas about meeting him halfway dissipated by that insensitive statement. “That’s not me. My life is mine. I’m never going to be someone else’s. Belong to you? Sheesh. Not gonna happen. I’m my own person, not yours, the Dowt’s or the man in the moon’s. Watch my lips. Mine.” Why couldn’t he say something different? Use sweeter, softer words? Accept her for what she was, not what he wanted her to be?
He growled, shook his head and his pink bobbled plait jumped around his neck and shoulders before it settled again, as he flicked Catlin’s cheek. As ever his touch seared her skin. One day she was sure she’d see a tattoo or something where he’d touched her.

“What am I going to do with you?” he mused as he stroked her face and sent goose bumps skittering over her skin. “You know it’s going to happen. How else will the Dowt survive and grow.” It wasn’t a question. “Why don’t you believe me?”
She shrugged and did her best to ignore that frisson of something indefinable that slithered and darted over her skin. “I can’t shift.” To her mind, that said it all. How could she partner the head of the Dowt when she could only ever be human? “I can’t shift,” she repeated vehemently. “No good for you.”
Dylan raised one imperious brow. “I heard you the first time. That’s not a problem. I can. I’m head of the Dowt. You, my love, are mine, you just need to accept it.” He made it sound so simple. 

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#MidWeekTease Where Anna meets her Master for the first time in years...

I had a right old brain freeze over this week's #MidWeekTease as I had no idea what to show you. I've nothing out until October. But then I thought well, why not go back to one of my favourite books that I've written. One that people either loved or hated, not many in the middle.

Master. 

So this week's #MidWeekTease is from an older story.

Blurb...

Caden McCourt did not expect to find his estranged wife Diana at a BDSM club. When he does, the renowned Master is determined to claim back his errant wife. 

When Diana left him fifteen years prior, she lost a part of herself. Seeing Cade again throws her into a tail spin. 

She cannot be the sub he needs, but she can't walk away either. When she's challenged by Cade to face her demons, her old nightmares resurface. Can they overcome the chasm between them, or are the nightmares simply too strong?

and your tease, where they meet again for the first time in years...

The ornate double doors at the back of the room opened, and Linsey walked into the reception area, wearing a long blue evening dress. What she had on underneath Anna didn't care to speculate. The reception area was strictly vanilla, much to Anna's relief. She'd never once passed through those doors and never intended to. Linsey joked Anna must be the only person in the world who worked in a BDSM club and didn't ever venture inside. Even going into their offices Anna used a separate entrance.
Linsey walked across to the imposing desk Anna sat behind and perched on the edge.
"All okay, hon?"
Anna nodded. "It's quiet."

"It's early. The main players won't be in for another hour or so yet. Talking of players, Carly's Ian had a lovely striped ass, and both he and Carly are going to be ever so grateful to you, I reckon."
Anna couldn't stop the shiver that ran through her body, and she swallowed.
I cannot be sick. She knew the shiver wasn't only fear; however, Anna was one of those people who sometimes showed extreme emotions by throwing up. It had made for some embarrassing moments in the past.
She could only hope Linsey either didn't see her reaction or chose not to comment. Of course being Linsey, she did see and did comment.
"Anna, honey, it isn't all bad, you know. You should try it again. I'll be happy to ease you back into the lifestyle anytime you want."
The trouble was Anna knew who was the only person she wanted to do that, and he came with too many extras for her to contemplate it. Even if he still wanted her, and somehow she doubted it.
A buzz sounded, and Linsey looked at the tiny pager strapped to her wrist.
"Damn, duty calls. That’s Antonia ready for my help. Remember what I said, if you want to feel the sting, I'm the person to show you. The club is there for you." She smiled and walked towards the members’ rooms.
Anna pressed the button to release the lock and allow Linsey through the doors.
She let out her breath in a whoosh. Why, when the idea of being on show revolted her was she wet, and her thong damp? The thought of anything to do with the play in public part of the lifestyle terrified her. The old familiar feeling of clammy skin and pins and needles in her arms began to bombard her. Her vision became blurry, and she began to pant.
Oh god, no not here and now. With enough presence of mind to turn her chair around to let herself put her head down, Anna took deep breaths and waited for the ringing in her ears to go away. She hadn't had an attack for years, and now that was twice in a matter of days. Damn Linsey, she knew not to mention anything about the lifestyle. It was easier to show a dislike for everything rather than try

to explain things she wanted to forget. What with worrying when Caden was going to turn up, Linsey talking about Ian's and Carly's enjoyment had been the last straw. Obviously Linsey had decided she wasn't going to let Anna bury her head in the sand any longer. Anna wished Linsey had held off a bit longer, at least until the dreaded visit from Caden. Once that date was firmed up, Anna was taking holidays. Or calling in sick. Or leaving. The knowledge that she may have to speak to him, that he might want explanations terrified her, even though the thought of seeing him again had her vibrator on high.
Cool hands on the back of her neck made her scream. She jerked her head up and hit a wall of hard body. Hard male body.
"It's okay. Take long, deep breaths. Breath through it: let it flow over you."
The voice rumbled through her, and her nipples became hard, tight, tense, nubs as if someone had clamped them. Oh fuck, that’s all I need, my bloody body responding to his voice like that.
The hands—Caden's hands, there was no doubt in her mind it was him—began to massage her neck. The memories flooded back. Things she had been suppressing for years.
No, please let me be. I can't feel for him again, not if I value my sanity. Against everything her body demanded, Anna struggled upright and shrugged her shoulders. To her vexation he didn't let go of her, and if anything his hands tightened.
"Let go of me." To her intense annoyance, her voice was thready and not at all assertive. It was no wonder he ignored it, and Anna began to struggle.
"Stop it." He was all authority. Anna's clit responded automatically. Her pussy walls tightened, and her juices collected before coating her thighs. Her breath hitched, and she gasped. All of a sudden her throat was dry, and she needed fresh air. By-herself-no- wet dream-inducing-man-around fresh air. He was still kneading her neck as he rubbed each spot he knew was guaranteed to arouse her even more. The chuckle he gave was the last straw. Anna remembered something he'd taught her about self-defense all those years ago, gathered her fast dispersing senses, and used it. He doubled up with an oufft, as her elbows hit his torso. His hold on her slackened, and Anna twisted out of his grasp and almost sprinted around her desk. She mentally thanked whichever god watching over her that day had not let her conscience trouble her over wearing ballet flats. Anna had

never worn a pair of heels since that fateful night so long ago, and had no intention of ever doing so again. It had been one stipulation, along with her never having to enter the main club that swayed whether or not she accepted the position. When she had applied for it, although she'd wondered about Dommissima, the job description had swayed her misgivings about applying. When Linsey had agreed to her demands, she'd accepted the position and from day one enjoyed it all. Anna had no worries about other people enjoying the lifestyle; she just knew it wasn't for her. Not now. Not again.
The look on Caden's face was almost enough to have her on her knees before him. Almost.
Intervention in the shape of Linsey coming through from the club stopped Anna from doing something very silly. In her mind, if she'd have had time to react to him, she'd have made a fool of herself. Or heaven forbid, done something that would have cost her her job. Linsey glanced from one to the other and obviously summed the situation up.
"Master McCourt?" Unless you knew her, you would never know the smile was forced, and the concern in her eyes was for Anna. As Anna did know her, she was somewhat comforted by the thought that Linsey would protect her.
Oh god, I'm losing it. What has Linsey got to protect me from? He's not into force, and I'm sure as hell not into agreeing to anything he wants. Anna concentrated on regulating her breathing and watched as Caden exerted his charm on Linsey.
Linsey might not be into men, but Anna saw the exact moment Cade won her boss and friend over. It was no wonder he was at the top of his tree. His presence was enough to command respect at a dozen paces.
"I know it's unexpected, but I found myself in the area," he said suavely. "And as we agreed, I would like to look round before my evening of demos"
"You can't," Anna said. "You haven't registered. It'd be illegal." Oh god, word vomit, shut up.
He raised one eyebrow in a manner that would have had every sub in the vicinity on their knees and trembling. In fact, once upon a time, Anna would have been the first person to assume the position. No longer. She glared at him.
"Anna, Master McCourt is..."

Anna didn't give Linsey a chance to finish. "With respect, Linsey, I know who he is, and I know the rules. You're not getting shut down because one person doesn’t follow them."
"You're right." Cade spoke before either woman could. "If you find me a copy to read and sign, I'll gladly do so, and then perhaps someone can show me round?"
Anna ignored him. It was up to Linsey to sort all that out. She stalked around her desk and glared at him, as he stood unmoving next to her chair.
"Excuse me." She waited until he took a step back and opened a drawer. Anna handed a sheaf of papers and a pen to him and moved away. "Use my desk," she said. "I won't need it any longer." She looked at Linsey, who gave a faint shrug, as if to say there wasn't anything she could do. Anna didn't believe that for one minute. "Where's Athol?" she asked, as she realized there was nothing else she could say or do to dissuade Caden from his chosen plan. "He's late."
"I'm here, sweet thing." Athol walked across the room and enveloped her in his usual effusive bear hug. "I had to sort out some dickhead who thought I would turn a trick for a tenner. Cheapskate. I told him not for a thousand, I have my standards." He roared with laughter, a deep belly laugh so at odds with his persona. "Oh and who's this?" He looked Cade up and down.
Anna grinned at him. There was no way she could project her nerves onto Athol. "Ask Linsey to explain. I'm away home."
Caden put the pen down and looked up at her. For the first time since he'd walked through the door, he was focused on Anna, and she felt the familiar tingle of arousal as the flames of need began to flicker through her.
"I thought perhaps you would show me around." Cade spoke to her, and his deep voice filled her, focusing all her attention on him.
Outside a car horn sounded, and Anna blinked and jumped, her concentration broken. She could only think she'd had a lucky escape.
"Sorry, I'm finished for the day. Oh, and Linsey?" She looked at her boss who smiled, although it didn't reach her eyes.
"Linsey, I'm just mentioning this and please accept it's not a threat, it's a promise. If I find that somehow, someone has told Caden

where I live, or I'm visited or bothered by him, you can take that as my notice."
A guilty look flickered over Linsey's face, and Anna knew her suspicions were correct. This visit was no accident. And she was certain Cade knew where she lived. That was it; she was leaving, and not just the club.
"Understand?"
Linsey nodded, as her eyes flickered from Anna to Cade and back again. Behind her, Athol stood as still as a statue.
The telephone broke up the tableau. Anna looked at it and then at Athol. He took the hint and lifted the receiver.
Anna flexed her fingers to relieve the pins and needles in them.
"Good, I'm glad we all understand each other." She keyed in the password of the closet, retrieved her handbag and coat and walked out. 

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#SexySnippets and the tricky question of lawful weddings

Wow it's #SexySnippets time again. 

This week has just flown past. I've been busy, busy, finishing edits for one book and writing like crazy including those magic words, the end for another. And a partial... and...and...well you get the gist.

So I had a breather these last couple of days, and spent time with my lovely, long-suffering husband, and also reacquainted myself with the dust bunnies.

And decided this is my #SexySnippets

Secrets never stay buried for long…

Reluctant heiress Lady Morven Weston is tired of her mother interfering in her love affairs. At twenty-six there’s only so many more society balls she can attend before resigning herself to life as an unmarried maid.

But when Lord Fraser Napier, the man Morven ran wild with one long, hot summer, returns to Scotland, his shocking revelations change everything. Fraser never annulled their whirlwind marriage all those years ago!

Preparing to take up his ancestral seat, Fraser’s not letting go of his secret bride that easily – he needs an heir. It’s only a matter of time before Morven surrenders to Fraser’s seductive touch and finds herself in his bed…

One thing that bothered him as much as anything else was the awful thought that they might be married in Scotland, and she unaware. If she went ahead and got married in England, where it might or might not be legal, she could commit bigamy and not know it...

She’s mine. That thought popped into his mind and lodged there and he more he let himself dwell on it the more determined he became.

Never mind law, Tam Curtin or a day of folly. Fraser let that one thought linger.

She is mine.

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#MidWeekTease Are you shivering? Come with me for some Hong Kong Heat

#HongKongHeat... I could do with some.

Luckily Hong Kong Heat is up for Pre order this coming Friday, and I am so excited...

"You're trespassing. You shouldn't be up here at night."

She stared up at him and grinned. The moon appeared from behind a cloud and his pulse jumped like a flea in a circus. It was her. His mystery lady.

“So I am, or should that be am not?” She swirled her arms and the moonlight caught the ripples and sent tiny moonbeams dancing over the surface of the pool. “Which means unless you’re the night watchman…?” Her voice trailed off mid sentence, on a querying note.

Braam shook his head.

“Then neither should you. So why don’t you join me? Or is jogging the only exercise you do?” She tilted her head to one side and swam in lazy circles around the island in the centre of the pool.

Does she know there’s innuendo in that statement?

“Come on, live dangerously. You know you shouldn’t swim alone at night.” She laughed. “So in actual fact, we’ll be helping each other.”

Why not? Braam pushed the sides of his trousers apart and kicked them off his legs with scant care to creases. The suit needed to go to the cleaners anyway. An over anxious sous chef had made sure of that when Braam had checked the buffet earlier.

He left his boxers on—after all there was such a thing as over-familiarity—and dived in.

The water closed over his head and he pushed to the surface. It was like swimming in a Jacuzzi without the bubbles. The warmth surrounded him as he swam towards the woman leaning against the edge of the pool with her arms stretched out to hold her in place.

“So, hello, Ms Intruder. We meet again.” He trod water and moved his arms and hands to stay in front of her and not move into her personal space. As much as he’d have liked to crowd her, demand who she was and why she was there, he knew better.

“It seems we do. Nothing more mysterious than the ways of the world, eh?” She chuckled and splashed water with her legs. “Is this where I say fancy meeting you here? Or we must quit meeting like this, people will talk?”

There was no doubt about that, especially if the night manager turned the security cameras on. Braam angled his body then swam around the island so that if that did happen, his face wouldn’t be seen. There was one spot where the cameras didn’t reach, but was visible to the lifeguards when they were on duty. As he hoped, the lady swam after him, until they reached what he termed the safe area.

“Are we playing tag?” Her voice was husky and it lifted his libido and his cock by several notches. In fact, his cock was pressing against his boxers and even the water couldn’t   come to his aid so he didn't get harder by the minute. This woman intrigued him.

“I can think of better things to play.”

Her eyes widened and the laugh she gave went straight to his dick and hinted at all things erotic.

“Such as? Ludo? Scrabble, or, I know, Hotel?” She ran her tongue around her lips in an unconscious invitation to plunder and Braam was hard pressed not to groan.

“You show me yours and I’ll show you mine…” Braam paused. “Hotel, I mean, what else?”

She giggled. It wasn’t the silly sound a young girl would make, but a deep, sexy noise. “How about Kiss Chase?”

In one swift movement the lady pushed off the side, kissed him hard on the lips and turned to swim away. He was too fast for her. Braam held her by the shoulders, tread water and kissed her back.

She groaned deep into his mouth and let her tongue swirl with his. Her body floated next to his and her breasts teased his chest. The thin lace that covered her was no barrier to hide how her nipples stood out. Braam slid one leg between hers and moved one hand to hold her ass and push her tight against him.

She wriggled and ground her pussy on his cock. Yet again, the few scraps of lace she wore were negligible. Even so it took immense control not to rip them away and have nothing between them. Instead he held her close, let her rub herself on him and savoured the moment. Braam swam them backwards a few feet until he could rest on a ledge a foot or so underwater and sit his lady on his knees with her legs either side and her pussy open to his cock. It was teasing, tantalising and downright enjoyable. Judging by the shivers and mewls she made as he nibbled her ear and scattered kisses over her face and mouth, she agreed. Her hands played with his nipples.

Until his cock gave notice that a few more seconds’ play and they’d need to clean the pool out. He was so close to coming it hurt.

Braam pulled back and she moaned in protest.

“Honey, I’m so close to coming it’s painful. We need to get out and find somewhere more suitable.” He towed her to the roman steps at one end of the pool and glanced around the area. Not even a sunbed had been left out.

His lady looked dazed and her eyes were misty.

“Eh?”

“We can’t come in the pool. Well, I can’t. We need to… Holy hell and fuck.”

She sat up, half out of the water, and rubbed her face. “That sounds rude and hold on, we need to fuck? Who says?”

“Well, you didn’t say we didn’t a few minutes ago,” Braam said. “But we need condoms. I don’t suppose you have one with you?”

“Con… Argh, shit and fuck. No, strangely I don’t. They’re not something I feel I need when I go for a walk at midnight.” She sounded horrified. “Even if it does include an illicit swim. You?”

He shook his head. “Sadly no. I mean where would I carry it?

She got out of the pool and looked around her. “Apart from that, I don’t make a habit of screwing with strangers, even with a condom. Where’s a towel? Blame it on the moon, oh, I don’t know, temporary insanity or jet lag or something. Pure fucking stupidity. Look, if you try anything, I’ve got a black belt in karate. So, towels?”

“Locked away. Along with sunbeds, robes and all things needed to fuck.” He paused. “Or dry off.”

She shut her eyes and sighed. “Figures. Oh, Lord, what have I done?”

“Nothing yet, and in the future? Up to you, but let me say, I seem to have been inflicted by the same bout of insanity if that’s any consolation.”

“It isn’t. I guess I’ll have to do the walk of shame in a dress sticking to my wet body.”

“Or we could make love and dry off that way?” Braam suggested. He could have bitten his tongue out. Do I have a death wish? When will I learn to keep my mouth shut?

“Or not. Sorry. But I don’t even know your name. Isn’t it at least polite to be introduced or something?”

She shivered and Braam stood up and left the pool to grab his shirt.

“Here, use this to dry off.” He handed her the shirt and walked to the other side of the pool where his jacket and trousers were. “My name is Abraham,” he said as he used his jacket to soak up the bulk of the moisture on him. It looked like even the dry cleaners wouldn’t save it. “Braam to my friends.”

There was silence from the other side of the pool.

“And you?”

His answer was to hear the faint noise of the lift descending.

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