RUSH on sale now for 99 cents!!

Happy New Year!
To celebrate the new year (and the fact that RUSH made it into BookBub as a featured deal) my third book baby is on sale for 99c through January 7th!
If you haven't picked up your copy yet, here's your link: http://amzn.to/1ILRMyy
And if you head on over to my Facebook page I'm giving away a $15 Amazon to some lucky winner for helping me share the news! http://on.fb.me/1O70M7A

To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable. --John Milton 
The life he knew is over. The life she wants is just out of reach. 
Together, they must face their fears and rediscover what it means to really live. 

How to Save a Life Cover reveal

COVER REVEAL and KINDLE FIRE GIVEAWAY FOR

How to Save a Life

Hey all, here is the cover to my newest standalone romance, releasing February 9, 2016!

Josephine Clark is trapped. A harrowing past haunts her every time she looks in the mirror, and she can’t escape the violence of her everyday life. More and more, her thoughts turn to Evan Salinger, the boy she knew in high school. The boy they called a mental case. A loner. A freak. The boy who seemed to know things no one could know. For a few short weeks, Jo had found perfect solace in Evan’s company, sneaking every night to meet him at the local pool. In the cool of the water and the warmth of Evan’s arms around her, Jo had tasted something close to happiness. 

Cruel circumstances tore them apart, and four years later, the sweet memory of their time together is dissolving under the punishing reality of Jo’s life now. Evan seems like a fading dream…until he reappears at the moment she needs him most. Guided by Evan’s strange intuition, they flee her small Louisiana town, running from police and criminals alike, and Jo begins to suspect there is something more to his sudden return than he admits. 

Over twelve days across America’s heartland, deep secrets come to light, buried pasts are unearthed, and the line between dreams and reality is blurred as Evan and Jo fight to hold on to their soul-deep love, and discover that there is more than one way to save a life. 

How to Save a Life is a complete second-chance STANDALONE novel with some shades of the paranormal. It carries the characters from high school through to their early twenties. It is not YA; mature subject matter and sexual situations. For readers 18 years and up.

preorder link: http://amzn.to/1Jsb9OJ
And I am giving away a brand new Kindle Fire as part of the cover reveal!
Enter here: http://bit.ly/1JALOC5

Excerpt: “I didn’t do that so I could get something in exchange. You don’t owe me anything. That’s not how this works.”

“How what works?” I asked in a small voice.

“Us.”

I felt shy and unsure and completely exposed. More than even when he was between my thighs, kissing me to oblivion and back again. 

"So this is us?" I asked. 

“Yeah,” Evan said, cupping my jaw. He swallowed hard. “This is us.”

I felt something break open in me. I wanted to cry. I laughed instead, and threw my arms around his neck, driving us both under the surface. I kissed him and tasted myself on his lips, and his own sweetness before the chlorine water washed it away.

We came up laughing and sputtering, my hair in my eyes. Evan raised both hands and brushed the long, dark locks from my face…and from my scar. I held still, letting him do this, letting him see me, and he smiled.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, and kissed me long and hard, and I sighed into that kiss, into his body, into him. I wasn’t beautiful, not anymore, but it was still nice to hear.

“I know you don’t believe me,” Evan said, his words echoing my thoughts with uncanny precision. “But it’s true.”

I felt myself turn rigid, ready to pull away, but Evan wouldn’t let me. His arms slipped under mine and around my back, drawing me toward him. He raised one hand to my scar, his fingers soft and gentle, and warm over the lightning crack that marred my cheek.

“The Grand Canyon was carved by a river. It sliced through the rock, revealing layer upon layer of beauty, and a depth that couldn’t be seen until it was cut open. One little sliver of water…”

“Evan…”

“One little sliver.” He traced the ragged seam down to my chin. “The majesty of the Canyon is that depth; that beauty, buried for years, until the river cut it open, revealing everything.”

I felt tears sting my eyes and pressed my cheek into his hand. “Don’t,” I whispered. “I can’t take it.”

"It's okay, Jo." Evan smiled gently and pulled me to him. “It's okay.”

No, it wasn't okay, but he didn’t fight me or try to force it on me. Years of feeling ugly couldn’t be erased with a few poetic similes. But he was here in my arms and I was in his, and the way he looked at me…I could almost believe what he was saying was true, and that was good enough for me.

Snippet from Endless Possibility, releasing tonight!

Hey all,
Noah and Charlotte's story comes to a conclusion with Endless Possibility, and I thought I'd actually dust off this blog and post a final snippet for those who care to read without having it in their face on Facebook.

Enjoy!
http://amzn.to/1LlfgMo

Sometime later that morning, we finally put our clothes back on, and Charlotte made a call to Sabina Gessler, the director of the Vienna Touring Orchestra.

“I don’t have to be back until later this evening,” Charlotte told me. “I want you to come with me and meet everyone before the concert. Sabina, and Herr Steckler, and—oh! Annalie! My best friend here. She is lovely. I told her all about you. Except that you’re blind. Funny, that never even occurred to me. I just don’t think of you that way first.”

“Neither do I,” I said. “Not anymore.”

Charlotte gasped. “Really? Oh, Noah...” I heard the bed creak as she stood on it and wrapped her arms around my neck. I breathed in the perfume of her skin. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.”

God, this woman. I pressed a kiss between her breasts, over her heart. That sound, her heart quickening its pulse under my touch…the best thing I’d ever heard. 

“We have one problem,” Charlotte said, slipping her arms down around my waist. “It’s nine a.m. and I’m wearing a fancy black velvet dress. The Walk of Shame imagery I have going on here is pretty epic.”

“Hey, I’m in the same boat. How many buttons did you rip off my vest?”

“Maybe one or two.”

I arched a brow in her general direction.

“Or all of them.” She giggled. “So what do we do?”

“Let’s go back to my hotel…” I cocked my head. “Unless this is my hotel. Is this my hotel? Where are we?”

Charlotte laughed again, a rich sound, and cupped my cheek. “Oh, Noah. You sound so…happy. But tired. You look tired, honey.”

I held her hand. “I’m fine, baby. Really. Never better, now that I’m with you.”

“You promise you’ll tell me what happened? I mean, all of it. Your whole trip?”

I kissed her hands. “I promise. Right now, I need a shower. Or, more specifically, I need to get you in a shower. In my hotel room.”

“You’re insatiable,” she laughed. “That doesn’t solve my current clothing predicament. You tore my underwear to shreds, mister.”

“In my defense, a thong isn’t really underwear. It’s more of a torture device to drive men insane. And it worked.”

“I love how it worked,” she purred, her lips brushing mine. “You have something for me to wear at your hotel?”

 “Leave it to me. I’ll take care of you, baby."

“Mmm.” She rested her head against my chest. “I like the sound of that.”