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Attention! Release Update!

I have some bad news to share with you guys—Tatum Got Bit By A Spider has been delayed. The good news is that it’s only going to be for two weeks. I am so sorry and I hope you all forgive me.

You’re probably wondering why there have been some delays the past few months. While some of them have been due to the creative process that goes into all my books, some of them have been due to health issues. I’m not going to mire you all down with all the details. I will let you know that it’s a chronic condition that I will be dealing with for the rest of my life. That being said, just like with my fibro, I am determined to make sure that I learn how to control it so I’m the one in control of my body. As the saying goes, Improvise, Adapt and Overcome!

This whole process does have a silver lining, believe it or not. I’ve learned how much my family loves me. I’ve also learned who my true friends are. For that I shall be eternally grateful.

I do have some really great news to share. We just brought home a new dog. Bruce is a rescues dog and he is already a huge part of our family. Sure, he may look a bit goofy in his cone, but that just makes him all the more lovable. He’s so sweet and I can’t wait for all the good times we’re going to have with him.

Coming soon, a new and updated website! Stay tuned for details!

Then Houston makes the mistake of pissing off the most dangerous criminal in Flint and Rich finds himself rushing to the rescue. Will Rich be in time to save Houston, or will they both end up tagged and bagged?

Blurb:

Since her driveway was full, he had to park in the street. Even at that distance and with the rain, he could still hear the noise from the house. There was loud music, cat-calls, and some whistles. Most telling of all were the screams of, “Come on, Houston, shake it baby!”

Rich braced himself before he opened the door and let himself in. He walked into the living room and burst out laughing.

Houston had taken cover in one corner of the living room. His brown hair sported several cowlicks, most of which looked as if they were made by somebody pulling on it. His hands were cuffed in front of him, but he still had his cell clutched in his fingers. Almost as if was his only lifeline.

He stood slightly, and Rich could see the guy’s red shirt was torn and stretched at the collar, and the fly of his jeans were undone. The funniest thing of all was the fact that Houston only wore one battered tennis shoe. The other foot was clad only in a sock that was halfway off.

Haley spotted Rich and lifted up a cup in greeting. “Rich! Thank God you’re here. We have a naughty boy who won’t cooperate.”

“Yeah, spank him, officer,” another voice called.

Houston took a step toward Rich, only to pull back when one of the ladies grabbed his pants and tried to pull them down.

“How many times do I have to tell you? I am not a stripper,” Houston shouted as he jumped back.

“Then why did you come to a bachelorette party with nothing but your cute ass and a set of handcuffs?” somebody yelled.

“Because Haley said she wanted me to give you guys a magic show.” Houston used his cuffed hands to bat away a few of the more touchy gals.

Rich gave Haley a really? Look. “Tell me you did not trick him into coming here?”

She grinned and gave a shrug. “It was so easy to do, too. He’s way too trusting.”

“How did that become a character flaw?” Houston demanded.

“The second you found yourself cuffed and at the mercy of a house full of woman,” Rich replied.

destruction. Can the Haven House Coffee Boys overcome all their obstacles? Or will the darkness overcome them?

Blurb:

As they walked inside, Taylor couldn’t help but notice the number of conversations that stopped as they passed. It made him feel awkward and embarrassed at the same time.

“I feel like I’m wearing a sign that says victim on it,” Taylor grumbled.

Devlin came rushing over and put an arm around Christian’s shoulders. “Just flip them off. That’s what I would do.”

Taylor smiled, happy to see his friend. “You would flip off the Pope.”

“Only if he ticked me off.”

Devlin tilted head down and playfully nibbled on Christian’s neck.

“Gah.” Taylor pretended to cover his eyes. “I don’t know what’s stranger, seeing you in a good mood or the fact that you two are actually a couple.”

“I say both of them are disgusting,” Andy said as he came over and started walking on the other side of Taylor.

Taylor realized they’d been waiting for him to arrive, and they’d made sure to be there to walk in with him. It made him love his friends all the more. Then they turned the corner, and Taylor spotted somebody waiting by his locker.

“James,” Taylor breathed.

The stress of having to face his classmates must have gotten to Taylor because all of a sudden his heart pounded a little harder in his chest. Or maybe it was just because he’d never seen James look so sad…so vulnerable…so lost.

James glanced up from under the fringe of his dark hair, his blue eyes rimmed with red, like he’d been crying. It tore at Taylor to think of how much James must be beating himself up over the whole situation. It was hard enough to come out as it was, but James had basically done it in front of the whole school.

Before he even realized it, Taylor rushed toward James. His friend let out a soft sob as he wrapped his arms around Taylor in a hug. There was a bit of pain, since his ribs were still tender, but Taylor didn’t care. He enjoyed being in James’s warm embrace and that was all that mattered.

“I’m so sorry,” James whispered.

“It’s okay. I still love you.”

As they continued to hold each other, Taylor realized that James needed the hug just as much if not more than he did. So, he just stood there and let James take in the comfort. It was several moments before James pulled away.

“Are we okay now?” James asked as he shuffled his feet.

“Of course we are.”

Giving a knowing smile, Andy agreed, “Yeah, it would be a shame to spend it in here all cooped up.”

Taylor sighed. “I’ll go put the top down.”

“Is blondie going with us?” Devlin waggled his eyebrows.

“Will you knock it off with the nicknames?” Christian grumbled, still not knowing if he hated Devlin or was just annoyed with his remarks.

“I should probably just go home,” James said.

Devlin gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder. “If anybody sees us, you can just say that my mom was making you tag along with me again to make sure I was being a good boy. Plus, even if they did spot you, I seriously doubt that any of your buddies would fess up to hanging out in this part of town.”

Christian silently had to agree with Devlin’s statement. Going by the number of rainbow flags and gay clubs that were lining the streets, it was definitely the LGBT friendly district.

“Fine, I’ll go,” James sighed.

That settled it for Christian. He’d do anything to spend more time with the sexy jock. “I’m coming, too.”

Devlin gave him a probing stare. “How did I know that was going to be your response?”

“What exactly are we going to do?” Christian asked.

He realized that should have been his first question. While they all seemed like okay guys, he’d just met them. For all he knew they could be serial killers or something. Although, he didn’t see Taylor as the ax-wielding type. Devlin, on the other hand, was a whole different story.

“We’re just going to drive up and down the street,” Taylor said.

“I know it sounds boring, but it’s actually kind of fun to people watch and stuff,” James added, his warm voice seeming to dance over Christian’s skin.

Taylor put his cup in a nearby tub and ran outside to put the top down. As they were all walking out, Devlin leaned down and whispered in Christian’s ear, “I wouldn’t waste my time with him. He’s never going to come out.”

Christian stiffened, watching as the rest of the group left the building. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Devlin gave a rich chuckle. “You’re a really crappy liar. Look, you seem like a nice enough guy, in a Mary Sue kind of way. I’m just trying to save you some heartbreak.”

Angry, both because Devlin had seen right through him and at the Mary Sue reference, Christian glared at Devlin. “I don’t need you to save me from anything.”

Devlin reached out and gently ran his knuckles down Christian’s cheek. “You have no idea how innocent you look, with those pretty blue eyes and blond hair of yours.”

Too shocked by Devlin’s action, Christian froze, unable to say anything.

“I’ll bet you haven’t even been kissed yet?” Devlin continued.

What in the hell? Was the jerk a mind reader or something? A fresh surge of anger went through Christian and he batted Devlin’s hand away. “You don’t know anything about me, so you can stop the act.”

He expected Devlin to come back with another scathing comment, but when Devlin just turned and walked outside, Christian was once again frozen with shock. The only thing he could really feel was the burning sensation left by Devlin’s fingers. It was all Christian could do not to reach up and touch the affected skin.

Letting out a growl of frustration, he made a mental note not to let anything Devlin said affect him anymore. The guy was a jerk pure and simple. 

is lift your damn fist and hit it against the wood a few times. You’ve faced enemy gunfire, missile attacks and bunking with guys who didn’t take a shower for two weeks, so this should be a piece of cake.

Try telling that to his hammering heart, trembling hands and sweaty brow, though. Because at that moment he couldn’t think of anything more terrifying than facing what may be waiting for him on the other side of that door.

He took another deep breath...and hesitated again.Damn it, he hadn’t come all this way just to stare at a door.

Then he felt it—the prickling sensation that always comes when somebody is watching you. It was an instinct that all people were born with, but his four years in the military had taught him to hone that skill into a fine art. So he had no doubt—he was being stalked...but by whom?

He glanced at the curtains of the window that looked out over the porch. Maybe the home’s occupant already realised he was present and they were getting ready for battle. His unease grew when he noted the curtains remained motionless and tightly drawn together—the thick brown cloth obscuring any chance of him seeing inside, let alone allowing anybody to peek outside.

So that meant his stalker was somewhere else. He scanned up and down the street—the very one he’d grown up on. While each house brought back some memory from the past, he didn’t spot a single person. Nor did he see anybody looking out of the various windows. Just as he was about to give up and leave, a high pitched giggle from the other yard drew his attention.

Turning his head, he groaned as he found himself face-to-face with Ayla. When Dale had lived there four years ago, she’d been the neighbourhood brat and it looked as if little had changed. Sure, she now wore her brown hair in a fashionable pixie cut, had grown several inches taller and had given up her overalls for a pair of tight jeans, but the ever-present smirk remained on her lips.

"I knew you would be back," she declared, crossing her arms over her thin chest.

Dale cocked a brow. "You did?"

"Of course. There’s no way you can resist Brady. You’ve always had the hots for him."

It took Dale aback that even somebody as young as Ayla had figured out his true feelings for his best friend. Had he really been that obvious?

As if reading his mind, she rolled her big, brown eyes. "Please. You guys practically drooled over each other."

"So, does that mean everybody knows?" Dale ventured.

He wondered if Brady had faced prejudice and hatred for their obvious attraction and a pang of guilt hit Dale over his friend having to face that alone.

"Yes, but most people don’t care. They like Brady too much to let something like that make them think less of him. In fact, he’s very popular..." She drew out the last word for emphasis, a malicious gleam in her gaze.

A bitter bite of jealousy stung Dale, even though he knew he had no right to feel it. "How popular?"

"What do you care? You took off on him."

Since when had Ayla become Brody’s advocate? Next, she’d be coming up and kicking Dale in the shins for daring to hurt him.

"I didn’t have a choice," Dale replied through clenched teeth.

Now it was she who cocked a brow and damned if she didn’t do a better job of it. "We all have choices in life, Dale. Some of us are just too much of a chicken to make them."