“Austin!” Cason grabbed Austin’s hand and used all his strength to pull back on the limb. “Come on, man!” Blood spotted Austin’s undershirt, smeared his knuckles. “You want to try it again, Matt?” His voice carried throughout the silenced locker room. “You want to try sending pictures of your dick to my wife again?” Cason released Austin’s arm. “What? Are you serious? Man, Austin. . .do your thing.”
When Gatlin introduced me to Tennessee Whiskey, I instantly fell in love with the song. I thought about Gio, what kind of music he would like...
I have been sitting on this book for so long and I think Angels and Assassins 1's success has something to do with it. Right now, it just doesn't feel good enough. Like, up to standards. And I'm here trying not to have a heart attack thinking I've lost my ability to write as well as entertain... Continue Reading →
This is the one I've already shared in my reader's group, FYI. No release date yet for A & A 2, but I'm still shooting for a summer slot. Dez & Larke: After one last, quick squeeze, she darted up the path. Even carrying the large contraption, he kept up pretty well, especially since those... Continue Reading →
Respect? Strong dislike? Annoyance? I've liked their dynamic ever since Angels and Assassins. I think I'm going to explore that more. A Fighting Chance “But not now.” Sydney nodded slowly, giving her brain time to process. “I’ve never been, done, I…I don’t know what I’m trying to say. That was like, straight out of a... Continue Reading →
Sydney stood with her hands on her hips, still in her tank and shorts, waiting for a response. “We do what police do,” Julien answered. “Police?” She pointed in what she assumed was the general direction of the boxing venue. “Police don’t do that. The FBI doesn’t do that. Motorcycles? Escape plans?” “You ask that... Continue Reading →
“Syd…are you in trouble?” Joel Lattimore knows everything about Sydney Donovan, not only because of the former boxing champion’s notoriety, but because over a decade ago, she’d almost been his wife. The Sydney he knows doesn’t take crap from anybody, so when he moves back to the DMV area where they both grew up, he’s... Continue Reading →