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She is a graduate of Westminster College where she double majored in communication and sociology. She has worked as a journalist, freelance writer, and director of communications and marketing. She loves classic cars, traveling, and escaping in a good book. She lives in Utah with her incredibly supportive husband and their five-pound Pomeranian, Pippin, whose following of fangirls could rival Justin Bieber's.
Eternal Starling is her debut novel and the first book in the Emblem of Eternity trilogy.
Top Ten List - Your favorite guy characters from your books,
including random facts about them.
1. Jax (Jackson West), Tempting Sydney-Sexy mechanic who wants to tear down Sydney’s walls.
2. Cade, Tempting Sydney-Sydney’s law school classmate and friend.
3. Alex Night, Eternal Starling-Evie’s protector and possible soul mate. He’s stubborn and thinks he knows what’s best for Evie…and everyone else.
4. Emil Stone, Eternal Starling-Evie’s other protector and possible soul mate. He’s laid-back, and says Evie should make her own choices.
5. Tate, Eternal Starling-Playful and funny, he’s not afraid to tell Evie exactly what he thinks.
6. Ryker Hawkins (Hawke), The Devil Drinks Coffee-Mysterious private investigator who drives a sexy, dark blue 1967 GT Shelby Mustang, and starts a rumor after eating Kate’s Oreo milkshake.
7. Dylan Drake, The Devil Drinks Coffee-Politician and Kate’s teenage crush. He drives a bright yellow hummer that Kate hates, and he is very protective of Kate.
8. Spence Jacobs, The Devil Drinks Coffee-The publisher of The Branson Tribune, Kate’s boss, and Daniel Sunjata look-alike.
9. Damon Saxee, The Devil Drinks Coffee-Kate’s very patient dad who uses a police scanner to keep track of his wife.
10. Officer Bob, The Devil Drinks Coffee-Local police officer, and Kate’s former high school classmate.
The light from the setting sun glared off the truck door as it opened. The person was in shadow, but his outline showed a large, tall, imposing frame. Wide shoulders, narrow waist. I thinned my eyes. Since Red was just a little above hobbit size with grey hair, I figured this must be one of his employees, and not one I recognized by silhouette. I lifted my hand to block the light and try to get a better view. It didn’t help. He kept walking toward me and was five feet away before I realized who it was.
Confident, gorgeous blue eyes held mine. It was the guy. And he was standing in front of me…about to work on my engine. I had a momentary hot flash and took a deep, steadying breath to try to calm down.
“Hey,” I said, shoving my hands in my front pockets. There was no telling what my hands would do if I gave them freedom—but I was sure it would be mighty embarrassing, and perhaps illegal.
His eyes raked over me, dark and with purpose. I felt like I was being undressed with each shift of his gaze. “Hey,” he said back, his voice deep and smooth. Shit. Even his voice seeped testosterone. Why couldn’t he have sounded like a chipmunk?
After what felt like a thorough inventory of my assets, his gaze slowly made its way up my body to meet my eyes. I felt like I’d been measured—and was suddenly completely self-conscious about my clothing choice: low-rise jeans that made my ass look great, a rose pink sequined tank that complimented my cleavage, fair skin, and blonde hair, and a beige moto jacket. I’d been pretty happy with the ensemble when I’d left the house, but wasn’t sure how I felt about it now. I wished I was one of those confident girls who could grab a guy’s attention with a smile and keep it for as long as I wanted. But I wasn’t Brynn, and there was no point in pretending I was. Mindless flirting with guys I couldn’t care less about was one thing—that sort of flirting I could do. But this guy was hot. Like, break-the-rules-and-to-hell-with-my-goals hot. This guy was in a whole different ballpark, and I was completely out of my league.
He’d practically had eye-sex with me at the Soup and Spoon, but I didn’t want to make it obvious that I remembered who he was. Though, really, who wouldn’t remember him? He could star in an ad for muscles. So, I went with something utterly stupid instead. “You’re not Red.”
One eyebrow went up like he was contemplating my lack of IQ. “Nope.”
I nodded, feeling like an idiot for beginning the conversation that way. At least I hadn’t started with an ode to his eyes and bicep circumference—because that had been on the tip of my tongue. I decided to try again. “I think I saw you the other day at lunch. Do you go to college at Easton?” There, that was good. An acknowledgment that I recognized him, but not an affirmation that I’d thought about him in seriously inappropriate ways that required me dipping into my secret naughty box on several occasions since I’d ogled him earlier this week.
He eyed me again. “Nope.”
“Then you live in Winchester?”
And he wasn’t talkative. So we’d established that.
He stood back and looked at the curvy lines of my car, almost the same way he’d looked at me. I took that as a good sign, since my car was pretty damn hot. “She’s gorgeous.”
I was impressed he identified the year with a glance. Though cars were his job, so I shouldn’t be. Maybe my impression of his probable chest measurement was seeping into my impressions of him in general. “Yeah. And she exploded.”
I explained what had happened, and he followed me to the front of the car. He put his tools down on the gravel next to the road and started checking the radiator.
“Any idea what’s wrong?”
He didn’t answer for a minute. “A few.”
He was a man of little words.
We were quiet for what seemed like eons. I felt awkward just standing there, watching him inspect my car in silence. I’m not good with awkward—I tend to just make things more awkward. But I couldn’t stand the no-speech zone any longer. “Have you lived in Winchester long?”
Again, he waited more than a minute to answer. “A few weeks.”
“I’m surprised I haven’t seen you before.” I would have remembered. Those eyes. Those arms. It was suddenly much warmer than it had been a few minutes ago.
“Because you’re an expert on all the men in town?” My cheeks flamed and I was about to respond when he said, “I just started working at Red’s, so it’s not really that surprising.”
Okay. So we weren’t friends, and there was a good chance he thought I was an absolute idiot. Or maybe he just wasn’t interested in talking. In any case, I already felt dumb enough, and I had no further interest in talking to a man who didn’t want to talk to me, regardless of his criminally low levels of body fat, or tight jeans and shirt that fit him like a second skin. He worked in silence, and I watched in silence. It was even more awkward than before. He seemed totally fine with that.
I felt deflated. Why wasn’t he talking to me? Or even attempting to flirt? We’d flirted during our eye-sex encounter, so what was his problem now? He’d barely said a word, which made him so difficult to read that I couldn’t tell what his issue was. But his issue was giving me issues, and I didn’t like it. I toed some gravel on the ground, wishing I could speed up time and get this service call over with.
“Why isn’t your boyfriend helping you with this?”
I started at his voice, surprised he was instigating a conversation. I was even more surprised he was instigating a conversation that was fishing for information about the state of my relationship status. Since it seemed he’d already put me in the epic loser category, I decided not to give the Superman body double any other ammunition. Instead, I lifted a shoulder, non-committal—which was how I felt about my dating life—and pretended I was actually in a relationship, “The guys I date don’t do cars.”
He placed his hands on the front of She-Ra and looked at me sideways, his lips lifting. “What do they do?”
I felt my cheeks redden.
He smiled wider, turning his attention back to the mess under my hood. “With a car like this, you should really have someone who appreciates it, and is willing to help you put in the work.”
That whole statement seemed like it had a lot of double-meaning attached to it. I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but I wasn’t the type of woman who wanted a man to take care of me, and I didn’t want him to assume I was. “I can do the work myself. I don’t need anyone else.”
He braced his arms against the edge of the car, his muscles even more defined than usual with the added strain of his weight. He held my eyes. “You definitely needed me tonight.” My eyes widened and he grinned. It took me a second to realize he was talking about my car, and not about all of the other ways he thought I needed him.
“Someone needs to make you come completely undone, Sydney Parker.” His tongue moved slowly over his lips. “That someone is going to be me.”
Goal-oriented Sydney Parker has never had a problem focusing. She’s about to start law school, the first step on her way to the Supreme Court. With no time for relationships, she lives vicariously through her best friend Brynn, who has recently decided to use sex as a research tool. Sydney, however, hasn’t been laid in years. Men are a distraction, one Sydney has diligently avoided…until Jackson West crashes into her life, and under her hood.
The last thing Sydney needs is a hot mechanic working on her ‘69 Camaro. Especially a hot mechanic with eyes like the ocean and lick-me abs, who claims to be better in bed than a werewolf.
Jax thinks that’s exactly what Sydney needs.
But Sydney has goals, and a relationship with the enigmatic Jax would challenge her.
Sydney is about to find out that temptation is very hard to resist.
*Due to mature content, this New Adult novel is recommended for readers over 18.
One line teasers:
“Take them off, or I’ll tear them off.” #TemptingSydney
I scanned the shop like I’d been tactically trained to find washboard abs by the FBI. #TemptingSydney
He gave me a wolf-smile as he caught me. “Slippery, eh?”
Yeah. And that’s not all that was wet. #TemptingSydney
“Like doesn’t cover it. My ovaries tremble in his presence.”