Sunday Snippet from Shades of Holly

Bella Media ManagementHere’s a snippet from Shades of Holly. It’s a romantic suspense set during Christmas. Presents and gift giving are not involved unless you’re a serial killer. haha

Zach woke to pounding. Eyes snapping open, he jerked upward. For a full five seconds, he didn’t recognize his surroundings but quickly became aware of bitter, cold air eating through his jeans and jacket and into his skin. Cobwebs cleared from inside his head.

He turned. A beam of light cut into his vision. For a wild moment he thought he was wearing those ungodly sunglasses until the beam shifted and Holly’s face hovered on the outside of the driver’s door.


He turned the key in the ignition and hit the button to open the window. The glass hummed downward. More frigid air rushed into the SUV and blasted into his face.

“Zach. Why are you here?”

He couldn’t see her expression, because the flashlight pointed at him, but he heard the disbelief in her raised voice.

“I must have fallen asleep.” He rubbed the stiffness from his neck and blinked against the light. “You can aim the flashlight somewhere else.”

“Sorry.” She pointed the light at the ground. “Were you here the entire night?”

Frowning, he glanced through the windshield at the black sky, then realized a number of neighbors had since shut off their Christmas lights. The clock on his dashboard gleamed neon green. Four-fifteen. “I wanted to make sure you were safe and…”

“Because of Dean?” She shook her head. A strain of sadness threaded her words. “Don’t do that again. Promise me.”

“I can’t do that.”

She pulled the collar of her thick down jacket up against her neck with gloved hands. Her eyes watered and he suspected it had nothing to do with the frigid air. “You’re going to have to, Zach. I’ve moved on. I deserve some happiness. We both do, but it needs to be with other people.”

Son-of-a-bitch. “You don’t understand—”

“No I don’t, and right now isn’t the time to be having a conversation. I’m tired. You’re probably even more tired.” She nodded to the length of the street. “Go home.”

His jaw tightened in frustration. She didn’t wait for a reply but pivoted and hurried back to her house. It was pointless going after her. They’d probably end up in a fight, and he’d just make their ruined relationship that much worse.

For the second time that night she closed the door and didn’t look back.


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By |November 21st, 2015|Books, Excerpts|0 Comments

Winter Wonder Man Blog Hop Giveaway Jan 16th to 19th!

Winter Wonder Man Blog HopThanks for dropping by the Winter Man Blog Hop with over 50 blog hops participating, and a grand prize of $50 for an Amazon or Barnes & Noble gift card (winner’s choice). I’m also giving away a free ebook of Shrouded in Darkness, the first in the Shrouded Series, which is a romantic suspense with paranormal elements.

The topic of the hop is: What makes a hero in movies and books wonderful to the point your toes curl?”

I have to admit I love a hero who is passionate, empathetic, kind, brave, and the list can go on and on… oh did I say sexy? lol My favorite hero in the movies right now I Channing Tatum. I loved him in channingtatum_rachelmcadamsThe Vow.

Don’t forget to check out the other blogs on the list below. Many are giving books, prizes and swag! Enjoy!

Below is an excerpt of Shrouded in Darkness.

Margot Davenport should never have opened the front door. She should have just kept on getting slowly and thoroughly drunk that night. But the pounding on the door went on and on, reverberating throughout the house and inside her skull. Stumbling from the couch in the living room, Margot knocked over her glass and an empty wine bottle, and grabbed onto her throbbing head with a hand.

“Damn it!”

In the hall, she tripped over her calico cat, Marmaduke, who streaked past her and up the stairs. She swore again. The banging continued. The crazy fool outside had given up on the doorbell long ago.

“John! Come on. Open up! It’s me, Jake!”

At the mention of Johnny’s name, Margot’s stomach twisted and rolled with sudden nausea. “Okay! Okay! Give me a second.”

She groped for the light switch to the hall. Nothing happened.

Shrouded in Darkness“Damn, stupid thing!”

But that’s what she got for not replacing the house’s ancient wiring.

“John, I’m freezing my ass off!”

“What do you expect,” Margot muttered, wondering if this guy was playing some sick joke at her expense.

Margot hit the outside light switch and peered through the glass panel beside the door. A man stood on the front porch. She didn’t recognize him, but then again, the sheet of snow and the light’s glare against the night backdrop didn’t help matters.

A gun or pepper spray for protection sounded pretty nice right now, but Margot hated guns and had never expected the need, living on the outskirts of Greyson, Arizona. It wasn’t like the town was loaded with crime. The worst incident had been a case of disorderly conduct last winter, and that had been from a drunken tourist.

“Who is it?”

A pause on the other side followed–almost as if she’d surprised him.

“Margot? Is that you? It’s Jake Preston.”

Though muffled, his words were clear enough to make out. The name sounded familiar, but she couldn’t recall what Johnny had said about him.

Margot frowned and winced as pain cut across her temple, brow and the base of her skull. She should have stopped at one glass of wine. “How do you know Johnny?”

“I worked with him at Miltronics for several years on the outskirts of Boston.”

Margot debated about turning this Jake away as she watched him stamp his feet against the porch. He must be freezing–what with the wind and snow.

“I know it’s late, but I need to talk to John. Please. If you could just get him, you’ll see I’m harmless.”

The urgency in his voice made her decide. He obviously didn’t know about her brother. She sighed heavily. What she had to tell him wasn’t going to be easy.

Margot unlatched the lock and opened the door.

An angry gust of wind burst into the house, tearing the knob from her grasp. The door flew wide and crashed against the wall. Gasping, she reeled back as snow flew in, stabbing her cheeks with icy spikes.

“Here, let me.”

Jake stepped inside and shoved the door closed with his shoulder. He turned his back against the light from the kitchen, casting his face in shadow. His baseball cap further shielded his features–along with sunglasses of all things.

How very odd. Sudden apprehension curled up her spine as Margot stepped away from Jake and the doorway. Topping a good six-feet, he appeared far larger than when he’d stood behind a locked door.

“What are the sunglasses for?”

“The light.”


“My eyes. They’re sensitive to light. I injured both corneas as a child.”

“Oh.” She must have been staring at him like an idiot, but something about him made her uneasy. And it wasn’t just the glasses and pale complexion.

Jake shrugged a large canvas backpack from his shoulder and placed it on the floor.

“Can you get John for me?”

“He’s dead.”

Margot never intended the words to come out so abrupt and final, but…it hurt. Balling her hands into fists, she fought against the sudden tears that burned the back of her eyes. Please no. Not now. She couldn’t fall apart in front of this stranger.

“He can’t be. That’s impossible.”

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By |January 16th, 2014|Blog Hop, Excerpts|16 Comments

Paranormal Fragment Fridays Blog Hop!

Fragment Fridays

At times do you ever feel like someone is watching you? Your neck prickles with awareness? Maybe someone is watching you after all… At least Margot gets that uneasy feeling in this excerpt of Shrouded in Illusion. The book is still free on Amazon, but won’t be for much longer.

Don’t forget to check out the other great Fragments on the hop!!

“Who’s there?” she whispered. “Jake?”

Only the tick of the kitchen clock answered her. Then Margot noticed the cat. Tall switching in clear agitation, Marmaduke, sat hunched low on all fours.

“You heard it too, didn’t you?”

Uneasiness pricking the back of her neck, Margot moved across the Shrouded in Darknesskitchen and bent down to place the water dish on the ground by Marmaduke. Suddenly, the cat sprang, bounding from the kitchen and disappearing into the hall.

Margot jerked, sloshing water over the bowl as she placed it on the floor. Cautiously, she walked to the doorway and peered around the corner. She found the hall empty. The door to Jake’s room stood closed.

She laughed self-consciously as she stepped into the hall. Her nerves were obviously shot. And Marmaduke sure as hell wasn’t helping matters.

Suddenly, the air stirred about her, teasing her hair and seeping into the fabric of her housecoat.

Someone was in the hall with her.

Pivoting, Margot searched the shadows around her. Her bare toe hit something on the hall mat. She looked down. A set of her keys to the lab. She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. She picked them up. They were warm to the touch.


Her whisper washed over the hall and died into silence.

By |January 3rd, 2014|Excerpts, Fragment Fridays Blog Hop|2 Comments