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Viper’s Kiss Released today!

After months of writing, months of revisions (OMG, the revisions), and then months of just waiting, Viper’s Kiss is finally out on the virtual bookshelves! You can get your copy  here.

It’s a little like sending your firstborn off to Kindergarten. You love it (her/him, whatever), you nurture it, and stay up late at night trying to make it better, make sure you have a healthy diet of plot and characterisation, and when the time comes, you bravely fight back tears so that it won’t notice just how much you worry over it, and wave it off with a tear-soaked, snotty handkerchief.

Okay, well, maybe I’m won’t cry – but it is flu season at the moment where I am, so the hanky isn’t too far off the mark.

There’s something about the excitement and anticipation of seeing your project stand independently that is both thrilling and, frankly, nauseating. You hope you’ve done your job well enough so that it can take the journey it must in order to grow, but you know that times can get tough, and you’re determined to be there to support it – and you especially appreciate the support it’s had up to this point – from the patient and considerate family members, to the playfulness of friends, to the discipline of editors (and Denise worked very hard!) – so like any proud mum, I say thank you to all those who contributed, some without even realising it, to the culmination that is Viper’s Kiss. To my wonderful, patient family and friends, savvy colleagues (especially the coven!), and to the magnificent, professional team  (editorial, art, marketing, and Mr Low!) at Carina Press – Thank you!

To celebrate the release of Viper’s Kiss, there will be a Digital Download Event on Saturday, 30th July, 1:30-3:00pm, at Burwood Library. Visit my website for more details, and I look forward to seeing you there!

As a special treat, I’m going to share an exclusive tidbit from Viper’s Kiss :

Maggie stared into the hypnotic eyes so close to her own. He was beautiful. A high forehead, cheek bones and a square jaw gave his face the planes and angles that turned a woman’s head. His full bottom lip hinted at a sensuality that his grimness belied. And she had his full attention.

She drew in a hesitant breath and could smell a faint trace of aftershave that echoed the essence of the man himself. Potent and powerful. And he wanted something she couldn’t give. Well, wasn’t that the story of her life?

“I. Didn’t. Take. It,” she stated, her voice low. Luke shook his head, and she couldn’t help the tiny shiver that lanced down her spine as he arched a sexy blond eyebrow.

“That’s not what the cops say. Or TI. Or even those guys who grabbed you,” he murmured silkily. Heat blossomed somewhere deep, somewhere new, and she tried to stop herself from staring at his mouth, at that full lower lip. Tried, and failed.

He shifted on his feet, his stance relaxed as he pinned her up against the wall. Her hands were wedged between them. She took her breath in tiny gusts to avoid the contact that normal inhalation would bring between their bodies. And that was the only reason for her light-headedness, damn it. She finally got her eyes to obey the messages from her brain and looked up. Her brain felt like marshmallow again. Hot, smoking marshmallow. Think.

“Wait, what about Richard Bates?” She’d met the billionaire CEO at the launch of the research project. “He’ll vouch for me.” Her fingers wriggled. She wished her hands were free. She wanted to scrabble against the wall behind her, as though she stood some chance of scratching her way through the plasterboard and brick.

Luke shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers. “Richard Bates identified you,” he informed her. He cocked his head to the side. “How do you know him?”

“I’ve only met him briefly. He told me I reminded him of his daughter.” She glanced again at his lips. She couldn’t help it.

“He’s wrong about me. They’re wrong,” she insisted, and tried to keep her tone light, calm. Luke might be gorgeous, but she was getting a distinct predator-prey vibe from their conversation. She felt like a mouse being toyed with by a leopard. A large, sexy, intense leopard.



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