Sunday, January 28, 2007

Camden Neal Alexander

Camden Alexander may be construed as a womanizer in most women's terms, but he doesn’t think so. He just doesn’t plan on settling down anytime soon. As a DEA agent, he has his reasons for keeping romance at bay, until Rayma comes along.

They fit well together. She was tall enough not to make him feel like a giant, but even with her heels he was able to put his chin on the top of her head. He whipped her around the living room and she laughed, but kept up.

“You’re a good dancer,” she said when the song ended.

“So are you.”

They stopped. He looked at her and was just about to kiss her when she interrupted. “I don’t do one night stands.”

“Then let’s go out again tomorrow.”

Rayma entrances him. Well, most women do, but there is something about her. He’s undercover, working as a chef, and Rayma, a reporter, is investigating the restaurant he works for. Camden’s boss asks him to watch her, see what she knows, and at the same time Rayma is using him to see what he knows, unaware of his true identity.

Wooing was something Camden could definitely do. He enjoyed women and most of them enjoyed him. He’d be the first to admit he was a player, and most women didn’t care. There was no way he was going to settle down before a ripe old age, and thirty-three was still too young in his opinion. He figured seven more years would find him someone he could spend the rest of his life with. It was easier, as an undercover DEA agent, to swear off marriage. There was no reason to have a long-term relationship when he couldn’t commit.

Camden took off his hat and his apron, tossed the fish onto a plate, and handed it to Darrell. “This goes to table seventeen. Don’t forget the rice.”

This was part of the job he liked. Though he didn’t get much time to meet the patrons, every now and again he was afforded spare time to socialize, especially during slow times. And women seemed to flock to chefs, as if they held some secret in their genetic code. Chefs could cook, so they must know how to take care of a woman. Chefs weren’t hardhearted DEA agents who couldn’t know the first thing about romance.

And chefs looked damn good in tuxes.

Camden winked at Web, straightened his tie, and sauntered in search of…what was her name? The news reporter. He’d know her when he saw her.

And he couldn’t have missed her. Not enshrouded in that group of women. Woman was good. Women were even better.

Camden: tall, chocolate brown eyes, chocolate brown hair, a damningly handsome smile that pisses Rayma off because it lowers her defenses when she needs those defenses the most.

“Don’t I get a greeting?” he asked, keeping himself in between her and the phone. That fascinating, devilish, but irritating smile played at the corner of his lips.

“Hello,” she said. “Excuse me, I need the phone.”

“That’s it? No ten-second kiss?”

“With that cigarette smoke clinging to you? No way.” Okay, the cigarette smoke wasn’t that bad, not like it would have been a year ago when smoking was still allowed inside establishments.

“I’d rather have your body clinging to me,” he said.

Camden is infuriating. Rayma hates him for no other reason than he looks so damn good. He is exactly the kind of man she accuses men of egotistical, sex-driven maniac who thinks every girl wants to be with him. And she hates that it is true for her.

“Last night was the most incredible night of my life,” Camden said, his lips next to hers.

She couldn’t pull away because there was no place she could go. The desk sat right at the edge of her lower back and his arms were wrapped around her with his hands hitting the desk.

Imprisoning her.

“Let me go,” she finally said, though it sounded like a choke to her ears.

“Not until you kiss me.”

“Absolutely not,” she said as she pushed on his chest.

“Then lie to me. Tell me last night wasn’t the most glorious night of your life.”

She shook her head but inside she was furious. He was pushing her buttons and for some reason, her heart hurt. Is that what he said to all women? Is that what he said to the women he met tonight?

And why the hell did she care? She never had before.

“You know, you’re not the only man in the world I’ve been with,” Rayma said. “It was great, as are many of my sexual exploits. It probably won’t be the greatest in the world. You’re not God’s gift to women, no matter how much you’d like to think so.”

So what should Camden do when his boss, the man he is investigating, puts a contract on Rayma’s head?

“There’s a price on that woman’s head. You find her, you determine that price. Leave it to someone else and they get the deal. Either way, she’s a dead woman.”

Find out in ONE WRONG MOVE, available now in ebook format from The Wild Rose Press, print version available soon.

Friday, January 26, 2007

RJ Interview!

My internet has been down since Tuesday and it's been horrible for me! Who knew not being able to get online would be such a catastrophe! But I did get some writing done, so that's the positive side.

Yay, my internet is working again! And just in time, too, because ONE WRONG MOVE is now available!

I will be posting excerpts soon, but since the darn computer hasn't been online, I have a lot to do.

More updates! I've been interviewed by Romance Junkies. Click here for the link if you want to know more about me!

AND...Wesley Webb, my character in HOLDING FAST has a myspace page! If you're interested in being his friends, he plans on posting excerpts and news about him. He's busy right now, touring and stuff, so he doesn't have a lot on his page yet and his time is limited, but soon he plans for lots of fun stuff, including giveaways to his "fans"! Friend him here!

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

One Wrong Move

BLURB: Camden is a DEA agent who is deep undercover on a dangerous drug operation. One agent has already been murdered and, with one wrong move, Camden could be next. Romance doesn’t fit into his line of work, making him a love ’em and leave ’em type of guy. Rayma is an investigative reporter who, because of her past, doesn’t allow relationships to last long enough to become serious. She meets Camden and the attraction between them is immediate and powerful. When Rayma releases a story on the man Camden has been investigating, the drug dealer puts a contract out on her and Camden has to risk exposing himself to save her. As danger draws closer, Camden realizes if they survive, Rayma is the one woman he will love too much to leave.

For some reason, I'm more excited about this one. When HOLDING FAST released, I was too scared something would be wrong with it. I had no idea what I was doing. I was too new to know what to do. I was so afraid no one would like it.

If you've read HOLDING FAST, this is Rayma's story. If you haven't read HOLDING FAST, you will still enjoy this story. Or, better yet, pick up both!

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

I've been interviewed!

If you want to know more about me, about all my secrets, LOL, check out my interview by Madison Chase here.

Also, for a limited time, I am giving away the first 3 chapters of HOLDING FAST, so YOU can determine whether you want to read more. Editors usually require at least the first 3, don't readers deserve the same?

Send me an email:, and I'll send you a PDF file of the first three chapters so you can decide if you want more.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Name My Victim

I'm almost through looking over my galley for my upcoming Wild Rose Press Release, One Wrong Move. I'm very excited about it and can't wait to see the cover, which is still being worked on. My editor said she loves the story, that it's very intense and even better than the first! Yay!

I've had a brainstorming session with my hubby because I was stuck on my current work-in-progress, and with his help I've pretty much figured out every subplot that I was having problems with. I've been writing a lot lately, yay for his help! Now if only he'd do my research for me, LOL.

So now I have a victim. I know how he dies, but I'm holding a contest to let YOU be the one to name and describe him. You can email me or visit my website and fill out the form. If your name is drawn on March 12, you can decide who my victim is!

That's all I'm going to say about my work-in-progress. I'm tight-lipped about it until it's done, and I have a few more months, at least, of writing to go.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

My Condiments...

To kick my butt in gear, I'm using THE WRITE-BRAIN WORKBOOK, and it's been fun and challenging. I've never been good at creative writing exercises, but these are small challenges to "liberate your writing".

Day 8 (I've skipped a few days) is that you have to use all of these words: MAYONNAISE, MUSTARD, SOY SAUCE, PICKLE, HOT PEPPERS, KETCHUP, in a piece that starts like this: HIS TASTE IN WOMEN WAS...

This was hard for me, but at least it's challenging me. What would you come up with?

His taste in women was like mayonnaise. He liked them smooth and tangy, with a little bit of relish. Hair as red as ketchup, lips like hot peppers catching him afire as soon as they touched. Eyes the color of pickles with a hint of soy sauce. When they touched, he liked to taste a tinge of honey mustard on his lips.

After writing this one, I came up with something similar, but I think a little better:

His taste in women was like mustard, with a hint of relish. Sweet and spicy. Hair as red as ketchup, lips like hot peppers, setting him afire. Skin as smooth and creamy as mayonnaise and eyes the color of pickles with a tinge of soy sauce.

Okay, dumb really, but challenging. Who wants to go next?

Monday, January 01, 2007

Happy New Year!

Who knows what this year might bring but I, for one, am ready for it. Even though it doesn't really feel like 2007 yet. It has passed so fast, but I've had a pretty decent year. Lost some people close to me, but gained some blessings, too.

I haven't been blogging lately. I'm working on scheduling and organizing myself but with so many things going on in my life, I don't know when I'll blog next. I keep telling myself I'm going to pick a subject once a week...blah blah blah. But I never do. Anyone else have a blogging schedule, or do you just do it when the mood strikes?

Besides writing and finishing my next novel (hopefully to become a bestseller), I hope to teach myself classical guitar, or at least the basics. I have a lot of guitar players (not professional but still good) in my family. My uncle teaches classical guitar on the side. Unfortunately, he lives about 4 hours away from me, but he's still around to offer me tips. So I have my guitar, I have a book, and I hope to start actually mastering it. Though every time I pick it up I remember why I never started's hard!

Of course, my other "resolutions", as it is every year, is to budget my finances. Save some, spend some, pay off bills. And of course, to make this a healthy healthiest yet!