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Cover Reveal: Goodness Of Fit

GoodnessofFit2_ebookI am SO excited about the new series I’m launching! The series is the Smart is the New Sexy series, and the first book is called Goodness of Fit. Check out the cover above. The Smart is the New Sexy series is similar to the Covert series in that it features smart heroines (and heroes) but minus the espionage. Here’s what Goodness of Fit is about:

Zoe Tawn is about to finish her bachelor’s degree and start a PhD program in quantitative psychology. Yet her friends don’t think she’s quite ready to graduate: she still hasn’t played her v-card. Zoe’s friends don’t know her v-card was played years ago; she doesn’t talk about that crap. She does agree that dating would make her a more well-rounded individual, however, so she tries, and realizes the dating game isn’t for her: she’s a geek, not a flirt. Zoe decides to utilize her strengths with the mantra “Smart is the new sexy” and develops a predictive model for companionship to replace those outdated compatibility questionnaires.

Her model goes viral in no time, so her friends secretly enter her profile into it. When a match comes back, it shocks them all: it’s Wesley Williams, the twentysomething CEO billionaire of Quantitative Solutions, where Zoe is doing an internship. Zoe insists the error in her model must be unacceptably high until she gets an email requesting she stop by Mr. Williams’ office at her earliest convenience…

It will be out next month, July 2014. If you want to keep up with the release and get the opportunity to review an ARC (advanced reader copy), you can sign up for my Newsletter List.

If you want to be notified only when is available for sale, then you can sign up for my New Release List.

I often offer one-day sales for subscribers to my newsletter and mailing lists :). I can’t wait for you to meet Zoe and Wes!

Meet Agent Elle Paquet: Covert Cover Cracked Sneak Peek

Covert Cover Cracked EbookI am about 99.99999% sure this is how the opening will go, but keep in mind that until I hit “publish,” things could change. A little. But this won’t ;). Meet Agent Elle Paquet in this sneak peek at Covert Cover Cracked!

The cell phone vibrated in Elle’s pocket. Dammit, she’d forgotten to turn it off. Elle checked the text.

Whatever’s in the stacks 2nite will still b there 2morrow. Come play with me.

Lyle. There was no way that was gonna happen. Elle was a little over six hundred miles away from Norfolk in Bermuda. She didn’t have time to send any kind of reply, so she just powered off her phone. She’d have to tell him she hadn’t gotten his message: no reception in the stacks or something like that. For a fleeting moment she felt badly about the lie but didn’t have time to dwell on it. It was part of the job. Right now, she had to focus.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Elle leaned into the heavy cleaning cart and pushed it out. The waiting hotel guests were forced to step back to accommodate the cart, but not one of them looked at her. She was careful not to look them in the eye, either, instead focusing straight ahead. As Mason had told her, “The help doesn’t look guests in the eye.”

Elle tried not to twitch. The starched uniform was itchy. Surely this resort could afford fabric softener? Not for the staff, apparently. She tightened her grip on the cart, determined not to scratch. Being a housekeeper truly was the idea cover, even if it didn’t fit in with her fantasies of herself in a sleek black leather outfit, sprinting through hallways.

Fourteen-oh-one on the right.
Fourteen-oh-two on the left.

“Suite fourteen-fourteen will be on your left, Bookworm. Stay focused.”

The blast of Mason’s voice in her ear caused Elle to jump, despite her training, as she gritted her teeth. Like he needed to rupture her eardrum with that intel. She should’ve checked the volume on her earpiece while assembling her gear. It was one more thing she’d have to remember for the next op.
It was the codename “Bookworm” that had her gritting her teeth, however. Mason was still pissed about her becoming field rated. He’d spent her entire year of field training predicting her imminent failure.

Elle stopped at fourteen-fourteen. She took out her programmed key card and slid it into the lock, pushing the handle down when the light flashed green and the lock clicked. The door was unlocked. She remembered to push down with her wrist, rather than her hand, to avoid leaving fingerprints before pushing the door open.

“Housekeeping,” she murmured as she pushed the door open wider and pulled the cart in behind her. Like anyone was going to hear that. “Housekeeping!” Her voice was louder this time. Even someone in the bedroom would hear that.

“Target is still having drinks in the first floor lounge,” Mason said, “as noted thirteen minutes ago.”

Elle rolled her eyes. Yeah, he was pissed. She couldn’t come back with a retort because she had to stay in the habit of not responding verbally unless absolutely necessary. There was always a possibility someone was still in the hotel suite. The lights were on, but the TV wasn’t. The sound of the door shutting seemed unnaturally loud. She walked through the sitting room; the plush carpet swallowed her footsteps.

The door to the bedroom was partway open. Elle reached to open it further, again being careful not to touch anything, only to find a messy- but empty- bed and an open suitcase.

Noiseless steps through the bedroom to check out the bathroom.

Empty.

Time to get to work. Elle got out her latex gloves and pulled them on, snapping the latex against her skin to make sure the fit was snug.

“Remember your gloves, Bookworm. No prints.”

Elle again jumped at the unexpected direction but bit back a response. She couldn’t resist holding up her gloved hands, however, waving her fingers, making sure the tiny cameras in her stud earrings could pick them up for him to see.

“Keep moving, Bookworm. Get to the suitcase.”

Like she was just going to stand there wiggling her fingers. Elle slid open the door to the closet and moved another suitcase. Below that, on the floor, was a third suitcase. She crouched down, unzipped it and lifted the top, revealing neatly folded clothes. She lifted the clothes out, taking care to keep them folded, and set them down on the floor. Underneath the clothes were two stacks of folders. She lifted those out, careful to keep them in their stacks, and set those down on the floor besides the clothes.

“There’s the false bottom,” Mason said.

Geez, really? Elle gripped the sides of the suitcase and lifted, revealing a hidden compartment. She felt around the back side of the suitcase until her fingers pressed on something that clicked. She pushed what looked like a button, and it came out with a dime-sized disc attached. She held it up to ensure the cameras caught it.

“Bookworm has acquired the disc.”

Elle reached into the pocket of her apron and pulled out a palm-sized disc scanner. She fit the disc into the circular indented space: perfect fit. The tech guys at Langley were good. A tiny green dot lit up, indicating the scanning was occurring successfully.

“Data transmitting,” Mason said.

Despite its size, this disc contained a lot of information. Elle knew she would be there for a few minutes.

“Target has wrapped up his drinks and is leaving the lounge. Stay in position, Bookworm.”

What? He had only just gone down there. Elle forced herself to inhale and then exhale, forcing her shoulders down. No panicking with Mason listening in. She would be damned if she gave him any justification to pull her out of the field now.

“Target is at the elevators. Forty percent of the data has transmitted.” He was in a truck across the street and had “eyes” (which meant cameras) set up throughout the hotel, so he could watch their target pretty much anywhere in the building. He didn’t have eyes in the suite due to a last-minute room switch.

Forty percent.

He was right downstairs, and they didn’t have half of what they needed yet. Shit, shit, shit. Elle resisted the urge to stand up and pace. She realized she had left her cleaning cart in the living room of the suite. If they got in here, how would she explain being in here with her cart in the other room? She should’ve brought the cart back into the bedroom with her. Quadruple shit.

“Target is getting into the elevator. He’s going to floor fourteen.”

Elle could feel a trickle of sweat drip down her lower back.

“Sixty-five percent of the data is transmitted.”

This disc scanner needed to start scanning faster than the blink of an eye, dammit.

New Adult Christmas Giveaway Hop!

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Looking to treat yourself to a holiday gift (or, for those of you who don’t celebrate Christmas, just treat yourself to something nice)? Participate in the New Adult Giveaway Hop! I’m  giving away a copy of the third book in the Covert Series, Covert Cover Cracked. This is where Elle finally gets her HEA (and becomes something of a badass, in the process).

Judging by advanced reader reaction, I think you’ll be happy for her :). I’ll have more info up on Covert Cover Cracked within the next couple of days!

You can enter for a copy of Covert Cover Cracked here: a Rafflecopter giveaway.

You should also check out the other blogs: there are some great prizes to be won!

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New Covert Assignment Review!

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Thanks to Penny Dreadful Book Reviews for a great review of Covert Assignnment!

I’m also thrilled to announce that Covert Assignment and Covert Interview are FOR SALE!

You can buy Covert Assignment for 99 cents at Amazon or Barnes and Noble.

Covert Interview is also available for $2.99 at Amazon or Barnes and Noble.

We’re working on distribution to iTunes and Kobo: I’ll let you know when they’re available there!

Edited to Add: I have something called the Covert Case Files up on Amazon, too. Please DO NOT buy it: this is just some extra, behind-the-scenes information. My goal is to get it up for free, but that takes time. If you join my Mailing List before Monday, December 2, then you’ll get it with the mailing.

And for everyone in the United States: Happy Thanksgiving! I celebrate Thanksgiving over the weekend, but I can’t resist posting a picture of our dessert: turkey cake (yeah, we had real turkey for the entree, too ;))

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Covert Interview

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Finally, I can tell you about the second book in the Covert series! Covert Assignment was about Elle making that final break from her family (more emotionally than literally) and striking out on her own, making her own decisions about her life as she prepares to transition from college to the “real world.”

Covert Interview is what happens when Elle actually steps out into the real world: dealing with her first real job and the reality of adult relationships. Here’s what it’s about:

Covert Interview is the second book in the Covert Series, following Covert Assignment, a New Adult, coming of age series with romance and suspense. After growing up feeling like the unwanted leftovers of her parents’ divorce, Elle Paquet is finally an independent adult when she graduates from college to become an Information Scientist (the 21st century term for Librarian). What’s her first “adult” decision? She nixes her ten-year plan of going to grad school and marrying her college sweetheart to go work for the CIA and see how things turn out with hot agent Preston Raddick.

While Elle’s formal education may be over, life lessons are only just beginning. Preston teaches her a tough lesson about what a fling is and what it isn’t. Meanwhile, the CIA wants to know if she’s merely interested or truly committed to the agency. And are her skills up for the job? When Elle is given an assignment that tests her loyalty to her family and endangers herself and her loved ones, she learns that affiliation with the CIA means excitement can turn to danger at the drop of a hat, just as love can turn to heartbreak. Life as an adult is far harder than Elle ever imagined as she wrestles with unforeseen complications and new opportunities.

Covert Interview is about the unpredictable turns life can take.

Covert Assignment Excerpt: The Importance Of A Good Match

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Sorry for my radio-silence: I’ve been deep in the writing cave! Here’s another excerpt from Covert Assignment. Next week, I’ll have some exciting news about Covert Interview, the sequel!

Elle never thought about what he did in the evenings. He didn’t live there, so he wasn’t going home. “This must be a dull place to be on assignment.”

Preston shrugged. “I keep myself entertained.”

She couldn’t help but smile. She bet he did. “Something tells me you’re good at keeping yourself entertained.”

He smiled back. “I’ve had a lot of practice, but if you want to assist me in that regard, you have an open invitation.”

Just like that, he had her blushing like a silly schoolgirl. “How do you do that to me?” she asked, laughing.

Preston’s innocent look was classic. “Do what?”

She focused on the menu to give her heart rate time to drop back into a normal range. After they placed their orders, Preston asked, “So have you made a decision about grad school?”

Elle sighed. She hadn’t spoken to her father again- nothing unusual about that- but the news of her acceptance forced her to realize she had some choices to make. “My father called in some favors with a contact there,” she said. “He’s an alum.”

Preston shrugged. “Happens all the time.”

Elle nodded. “It kind of limits my options,” she said.

He gave her a questioning look, so she tried to explain. “He’s called in favors. If I don’t go, it’ll make him look bad.”

“Did you ask your father to call in favors?” Preston asked.

“No! That’s what’s so frustrating. I have the grades and the test scores. I didn’t need any strings pulled.” Elle didn’t bother to mask her annoyance.

The server brought around a basket of bread and olive oil, which both of them reached for at the same time, causing their fingers to touch. Elle wondered if Preston really was magnetic: his touch certainly caused sparks.

“Options that are of no interest to you,” Preston said as he dipped his bread in some olive oil, “aren’t really options. They’re just distractions.”

Elle felt almost transfixed as she watched his gleaming teeth tear into the soaked bread slice. She needed to focus on the conversation at hand. “True,” she admitted, letting the olive oil soak into her bread before taking a bite. “But I might want the option to start a business.”

“You don’t need a law degree or MBA to start a business,” he pointed out. Did he have to raise his eyes to meet her gaze? Had he been focused on her mouth? She didn’t think she was seeing things…“You can learn what you need to know,” he finished.

Elle had thought about that. She’d heard of plenty of entrepreneurs who didn’t have advanced- or even college- degrees. Her Careers class made it abundantly clear that her skills were in high demand, whether she wanted to work for someone or open her own consulting firm. She genuinely enjoyed working on her thesis, while neither practicing law nor working in corporate America held any appeal. Could her father accept that?

“It’s just…” she finally sighed. “I’ve been committed to this plan for so long, and now my father’s gone and called in favors…”

Preston studied her for a moment as the server brought their dishes. “Remember how I told you I planned to join the Agency when I was a kid, watching my father?”

Elle nodded, cutting into her eggplant parmigiana.

“In high school, I wasn’t sure I wanted to do what my old man did. Maybe it was time to do my own thing, you know.” Preston sipped some of his drink. “So I enlisted in the Navy.”

Elle stared at him in shock.

Preston shrugged. “I’d always liked the water, but being on a ship got old pretty fast. Luckily you can take college courses on ships,” he laughed. “Then I decided to really challenge myself, so I went to BUD/S.”

All that earned was a quizzical look from Elle.

“Basic Underwater Demolition training,” Preston elaborated. “To become a Navy SEAL.”

Elle’s mouth literally dropped open. Could this guy get any hotter?

“It was the toughest thing I’ve ever done, earning my trident,” Preston said, “but it was something my Dad had never done. Did a few tours and then joined the agency, like I planned. I had to do my own thing, my own way.”

Elle considered this. “But ultimately you stayed committed to your plan.”

“Because,” he said, holding her eyes with one of his intense gazes, “I realized it was what I wanted to do. Not because it was the plan.”

Elle focused on her breathing to avoid choking or doing something else to embarrass herself in front of him. When he got intense it could be hard to think. But she bet Preston always had a room at his parents’ house, no matter what happened. If she tried something and it didn’t work out, she had nothing to fall back on. Except her informatics skills, a tiny voice reminded her.

“I like doing informatics,” she told Preston. “And working for the- the agency would be pretty… different.”

“Actually, it would be a lot like what you’re doing now,” He said. “You’ll just be doing more of it on different projects.” They both ate in silence for a few minutes. “It’s all about finding a good match: with the understanding that nothing is perfect, of course.”

Elle had to remind herself he was talking about career options.