New Release - Mile High

My new novella, Mile High has just been published on Amazon - Here's a little bit about it!

Out with the old...
Cori’s kicked her cheating boyfriend to the kerb, packed her bag, and boarded a flight to combine a sun drenched vacation with her boss’s wedding. On the agenda? Fun, relaxation, and maybe even a no-strings hot fling.
In with the new…
The fun starts even earlier than she'd anticipated - when she finds herself seated beside Kill Jackson on the flight to Tourmaline, she's more than happy to soothe his flight fears. He's funny, flirty and dangerously gorgeous. 
With a name like Kill, what could possibly go wrong?
The heat kicks up when they touch down and spend time together in the faded splendor of The Tourmaline Grand Hotel, but what will happen when Cori discovers Kill's real reason for being on the island? 
Sizzling sex, divided loyalties and weddings in jeopardy under the Mediterranean sun...

Writing this book was great fun, mainly because of the yummy hero....here's an excerpt...

A shadow blocked the sun streaming in from her left. Someone was in the aisle next to her seat. His face wasn’t visible as he lifted his bag into the overhead locker, so she took the opportunity to check out his body. Long legs encased in worn denim. Cowboy boots. A black cotton tee-shirt that rose up as he stretched, revealing a band of flat, perfectly defined abs. Man candy.

The stranger bent to edge into the seat next to hers. She looked into startling green eyes.

Wow.

He was beyond gorgeous. Thick black hair tumbled over his forehead, half-hiding his black brows. His cheekbones were pronounced, and below his straight nose was a scar that cut as low as his top lip.

“Hi.” He grinned and sat in the seat next to hers.

“Hi.” Her voice came out maiden-high, so she cleared her throat. Sweet heaven, this was going to be an interesting trip.

“Travelling alone?”

“Yes. You?”

He nodded. “In that case, we better get acquainted.” He proffered a tanned hand. “Kill Jackson.”

She felt her eyebrows rise. “Who’s Jackson, and what has he done to deserve that?”

His deep laugh did something funny to her insides.

“My name is Kill.”

“Seriously?”

“Well, no. It’s a nickname.” He leaned closer and whispered. “And bad as it is, it’s a lot better than my full name, so it’s what I go by.”

She wanted to know his full name immediately. “Killian?”

“Killian wouldn’t bother me. It’s considerably worse than that.” He fastened his seatbelt. “And no, I’m not going to answer any more guesses.”

 

Want to know what Kill is short for? Read it, and find out! It's available now on Amazon... com/uk