Cover Reveal: Hunter Pains

It’s here! The cover reveal for Hunter Pains! If you read Taming Sugar, I’ll bet you were wondering if there was more to Roxy and Hunter’s story. Well there is, and it’s coming in December. For now, here’s the blurb and a mini excerpt.

Three months after Roxy Cavanaugh walked out of Hunter Finn’s life, she’s back, needing him again. Returning to New York City and the life Hunter left behind isn’t on the top of his agenda, but he’s never been able to say no to Roxy, and she’s just as sexy and demanding as she was before. He’s looking forward to putting her in her place again…as long as he doesn’t fall back in love with her first.

A modern day, BDSM, Much Ado About Nothing.


Squee! So excited for these two. Click on the image below for an audio teaser of Roxy and Hunter. Full excerpt after that. And if you’re a blogger interested in reviewing, you can grab an ARC on NetGalley.


He inched closer. She was almost entirely in shadow, standing in the wings, but he knew her form. He’d gotten used to finding her in darkness during the evenings they’d spent together, sheathed in night and sweat and moans until the small hours of the morning. He’d memorized her skin under the cover of night and sank into her with only moonlight to guide him.

Hunter pushed the memory away. He couldn’t afford to get sentimental. That wasn’t what this was about.

He stepped in behind her.

“You’re right,” he whispered into her ear, reveling at the sudden startled lift of her shoulders. “I was supposed to text you when I got here. I changed my mind.”

The hiss of air she let out her nose was her only acknowledgement of his words. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, prickles of gooseflesh rose along his skin. He hadn’t even kissed her yet. Fuck, they hadn’t even said hello. But already they were locked in that battle they always met one another in, dancing around each other, shoving walls back up the second the other thought they’d torn one down.

She didn’t reply, so he reached around until his hand found her neck. “No snarky reply for me?”

“None that you haven’t heard before.”

Her tone was dry, annoyed. But her throat worked beneath his palm. It was impossible to miss her nervous swallow.

“Well you did invite me to your rehearsal. Here I am.”

“I invited you to watch.”

“I am watching.”

“Not me. The rehearsal.”

“Who said I was watching you?”

She angled her head slightly, chin tilting until their eyes met. God, he’d forgotten just how much perfection had been etched into her DNA. Slim nose. High cheekbones. Satiny bow lips. Eyes like daggers, dark as a sword’s hilt.

“Are you still talking?” she snapped, not deterred by the hand wrapped around her throat. “I’m waiting for my cue, you know.”

“I guess you should keep listening. Wouldn’t want you to miss a moment in your starring role.”

Her eyes narrowed to slits. Target. Hit.

“Remind me why I asked you to come down here again?”

“Easy.” He pivoted his hand, thumb on her chin. Turned her to face him until they were nearly nose to nose. “You missed me.”

Hunter held his breath. One word from her could wash away months of hopelessness and nights up late alone.

She huffed out a sarcastic laugh. “Oh, please.”

He exhaled. He shouldn’t have expected anything different. Besides, anger was as good a foreplay as anything. “Please, huh? Practicing?”

Her brow furrowed. “That’s not one of my lines.”

“It will be when you and I start practicing later.”

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