The Whisperer – (HarperImpulse March 2017)
High school teacher Cilla Stevens has always been different, especially in how she connects with animals. When she calms a stray dog during an incident at school, she’s asked to help a nearby farm with a difficult horse.
Cameron Rahl has had a very different relationship with animals since his mother died in a horse riding accident. But now he’s inherited his family’s farm, he’s determined to never let anyone affect him that way again.
Until he meets Cilla. He tries to stay away from the gorgeous horse whisperer with the potential to tame him, but something keeps pulling him close. And as much as Cilla tells herself she can keep it casual, she knows they’re too connected to be ‘just a fling.’
Will Cilla’s heart win out? Or will it take history repeating itself for Cameron to realise just how much he needs her?
Touched to the depths (Please note – I’m working on re-releasing the Touched series and they will not be available for a while – I’ll keep you posted!)
He was the photographer, she the model and on a sunny beach on Mahé, she stole his heart. But Darryn isn’t ready for the powerful feelings Hannah elicits, so when another photographer implies he’s also slept with Hannah, Darryn uses it as the perfect excuse to walk away.
But when they meet again, he can’t ignore his instincts—Hannah is in danger. Lies and threats make targets of them both, and faced with a situation of pure terror, Darryn is forced to realize he’ll do anything to protect her. And to keep her with him, always…
Excerpt from Touched to the depths:
She couldn’t help it, she had to do it. The photographer was late, she had her makeup on, her hair was ready, so she could indulge before she had to work.
Lifting her face up to the sun, drinking in the fragrance that was the Seychelles, Hannah lifted the layers of pink tulle of the skirt she was wearing and twirled. The make-up artist and the hair stylist laughed.
“I was wondering when you’d do that,” Sandy, the make-up artist said.
Looking over her shoulder, Sandy grinned. “Looks like our photographer caught you in the act.”
Hannah looked up into a pair of dark brown eyes that were watching her over the lens of a camera. This had to be Darryn Cavallo. The rumors were true—he was drop-dead gorgeous. Tall, muscled, with tousled, ink-black hair. Wow.
She didn’t wait to be introduced to him, didn’t wait to listen to his instructions. With her eyes locked on him, she slid into a pose. He stared at her for another minute before he lifted the camera.
And then her body started moving to a beat only audible to her and the photographer. Without any conscious thought, she posed and turned, instinctively knowing exactly what he wanted her to do.
The air around her stopped moving, breathing became difficult, any minute now she was going to go up in flames. Every cell in her body was reacting to him.
Touched to the core
Schoolteacher Dana Roux doesn’t need sexy hotel tycoon David Cavallo to add to her troubles. They have absolutely nothing in common—she’s a simple schoolteacher in a small coastal town, and he has more money than he knows what to do with. Besides, as a former journalist, he’d remember the news stories about her dad’s alleged involvement in a dirty, Ponzi-like scheme, and his subsequent suicide. The last thing she wants is for the dark shadow of that scandal—and tragedy—to fall upon her once again. Especially since she knows her dad was innocent.
For David, flirting with a beautiful woman comes as naturally as breathing. So when he winds up kissing his sister-in-law’s best friend, he realizes Dana isn’t just another pretty pair of lips. But things between them get complicated quickly when he discovers who her father was, and that it was David’s own news story that blew the case wide open and sent her father to jail—and to his death. David’s not sure what to believe, but he knows he can’t let Dana blame him forever. Especially since she insists her father was an innocent man. But when Dana’s life is threatened, he realizes that he might not have uncovered the whole story. And that now, older and wiser, he just might be the only one who can uncover the truth.
Excerpt from Touched to the core:
Don laughed and slapped him on the back. “You’ve got it bad, man,” he said and poured a glass of wine for himself.
David shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Don pointed toward the stairs. “You’ve been staring at those stairs ever since you arrived.” He cocked his head. “You got a thing for our Dana?”
David frowned. “No one’s got a thing for anyone. I’m helping her find out what really happened with the Hastings case. As you very well know, I feel I owe it to her. I’m taking her for a meal, that’s all there is to—”
A movement on the stairs caught his eye, and there was Dana. Something hit him in the gut – hard. A gasp escaped before he could prevent it. She looked gorgeous and sexy as hell. Pale blue lace gently hugged her generous breasts, fitted perfectly over the rest of her body and ended high above her knee, leaving those gorgeous legs bare.
His fingers tingled, and before he knew it, he was standing at the bottom of the stairs, holding out his hand to her. She descended, one step at a time, and he noticed the shoes. He was a dead man. The high heels made her legs look even longer, even sexier.
Don barked out a laugh, but David ignored it. Caitlin called out a greeting, and he nodded but his eyes never left Dana.
A small smile hovered on her lips when she reached the bottom of the stairs.
“You look amazing.” He bent down. He simply had to kiss her.
He swallowed the small gasp on her lips and pulled her closer.
“Well, are you two sure you want to go out?” Don asked behind him. “We have a few empty rooms upstairs.”
David lifted his head and touched Dana’s lips. “Yes, we’re going out.” He pulled Dana’s hand through his arm.
Touched to the soul
Zoe Sutherland can’t stand the pushy, arrogant architect Dale Cavallo. He was just too damn sure of himself, too handsome, too…everything. Maneuvered into working as the interior decorator on his latest project, a glamorous new hotel, Zoe can’t keep her mind on the job. And worse, the strange man won’t give her access to the hotel’s floor plans. How is she supposed to finish the design when she doesn’t have the plans? And when the obnoxious man distracts her with every smoldering look, every touch…
Dale has one goal: get rid of the pesky interior designer. Since he’s been forced into close proximity with the beautiful Zoe, everything’s gone downhill. And to make matters worse, she’s only out to further her own career—and he’s not about to give her the hotel’s plans so she can steal his ideas. He needs to get her out of his system, and sleeping with her seems like the best way to do that. When it comes to women, he’s found the best way to handle them is to love ’em and leave ’em. But s omething strange is happening…because after a night of loving Zoe, he’s finding it harder than ever to leave…
Excerpt from Touched to the soul
Her eyes narrowed. “You know perfectly well why I ignored those messages,” she said primly.
He leaned forward, enjoying her obvious discomfort. “You see, that’s just it. I don’t know. You kissed me, stormed away, and ignored all the messages I sent you.”
Her lips trembled slightly. “You were the one who kissed me,” she said, her eyes stormy.
“You didn’t kiss me back?” he asked, not quite understanding why he couldn’t stop baiting her.
She inhaled audibly, bent her head for a few seconds before she opened the file. “We can go ahead with the contract. That is, if you still want me to.”
“Oh, I still want you…” he said solemnly, waiting a millisecond before he added “…to.”
Her flared nostrils were the only indication that she’d caught his meaning.
“Good.” She got up. “I’ll ask Susan to contact you for the next meeting. Please make sure whoever you send has all the information available—budget, timeline and of course if…”
The Wedding Guests (A Tassamara Short Story) by Sarah Wynde. When unexpected guests attend Akira and Zane’s wedding, lives will change forever. But for better or for worse?
Plan B (Indie Writes: May 2015)
Nina Cooper was more upset to find out her best friend Cody Moore won’t be attending her wedding than she was to find her fiancé in bed with another woman.
When Cody returns a year later from Gough island, Nina’s heart goes into overdrive whenever she is around him. But he is just a friend and besides, she isn’t interested in anything more, is she?
Excerpt from Plan B (IndieWrites)
His gaze had landed on her probably for only one second, but he could vividly recall every sexy detail. She was wearing a ridiculously short, red dress. One that left most of her gorgeous legs bare.
The man whose mouth had been moving for the last few seconds, stopped and waited expectedly. He had no idea what the man had asked.
His assistant, who was sitting next to him, began talking. “Yes, unfortunately, although Gough is very isolated, the seabird colonies are under substantial threat due to the impact of longline fishing, which causes mass mortality through drowning of birds caught on the hooks …”
Relieved, Cody looked down at his notes while he tried to find his equilibrium. Damn, the woman still had the power to stop his heart, his breath, his thoughts. He was a scientist, he relied on facts, on scientific findings to explain certain phenomena.
But there were no data to examine that would make him understand his body’s reaction to Nina Cooper.
Touched to the heart (Escape Publishing: July 2014)
Discover beautiful South Africa in this sweet, heart-warming Cinderella story about a blogger, a billionaire, and one chance meeting. When it comes to men, if physiotherapist Caitlin Sutherland didn’t have bad luck, she would have no luck at all. To help cope, Caitlin starts blogging in her spare time, about the types of men she meets and the bad dates she goes on. While on duty during the annual Wines to Whales bicycle race, a gorgeous, sweaty cyclist walks in and sets her hormones dancing. But he is Don Cavallo; one of the four Cavallo brothers — hotel tycoons, famous as much for their business skills as for the number of beauties regularly seen on their arms. Don Cavallo has his own issues with the other sex. He has yet to find one who is interested in him and not in his money or hotels. But when this sexy physio puts her hands on his back she not only touches his body, but also his heart. They’ve both been burned before, but neither of them can stop themselves from playing with fire.
Excerpt from Touched to the heart (Escape Publishing) – available in July 2014:
Caitlin heard a movement behind her. ‘Got to go,’ she quickly said to Dana and turned around. And blinked. A big, sweaty, sexy, gorgeous-looking cyclist with ink-black hair and chocolate-brown eyes was standing just inside the tent, his helmet tucked under his arm. If the frown between his eyes was anything to go by, he was seriously ticked off.
Without consciously thinking about it, her gaze dropped down to his legs. They were dirty and okay, hairless, but all muscle. Sexy, rippling muscle. He moved slowly towards her, the tight shorts leaving very little to her over active imagination.
‘I’m looking for a physio,’ he said brusquely.
Her gaze flew up. ‘I’m a physio, can I help you?’ she asked, trying to sound professional.
‘If you’re quite sure you’ve finished with your fascinating phone conversation,’ he said.
Swallowing a quick retort, she tried to hold back her rising annoyance. He might be gorgeous to look at, but what a rude man. She ignored the sarcastic comment and motioned him to one of the high beds on which they worked.
‘Back?’ she asked.
‘Yeah,’ he said and nodded, looking even more irritated.
‘Please take off your shirt and lie down on your stomach,’ Caitlin said and turned away, looking for the massage oil.
‘Any pain in your legs?’ she asked and turned back to him. And nearly dropped the bottle of oil she was holding.
On the same level as her eyes, was the most perfect six-pack of steel muscles she had ever seen. And if she hadn’t been holding something in her hand, she would probably have done something stupid like putting out a hand and touching him to make sure it really felt as hard as it looked.
‘The pain kind of goes down into my right buttock,’ he said, bringing her back to reality.
What was she thinking? She stepped back quickly and turned her back on him again.
‘Okay, please lie down,’ she mumbled while frantically looking for something else to do. A towel. She would need a towel. There was a sound behind her and praying that the man was lying down, she once more turned around, this time slowly.
He was stretched out on his stomach. His broad muscled back was as impressive as the six-pack in front. Her hands tingled as if she were already touching him. Oh, my goodness. It was so hot in here all of a sudden.
Caitlin exhaled slowly. She was a trained professional, treating injuries was what she’d studied so hard for and what she wanted to do. He is just another patient. In pain. She was supposed to help him, not drool over him.
‘You have probably overstretched the ligaments, causing them to overstrain,’ she said, trying to focus on what she was doing, not what she wanted to be doing.
His head turned. ‘You think?’ Sarcasm dripped from his words.
‘Yes, I think,’ she snapped. ‘You guys should all learn to change your riding position.’
‘Will you just give me a massage? Please? Lower back,’ he clipped and turned his head again.
Caitlin gnashed her teeth in an effort to keep quiet. Any wayward thoughts she had about the man vanished. Could one person be so obnoxious and irritating? She normally made light conversation with her patients, but if he didn’t want that, fine. She poured some of the oil onto her hand and rubbed her hands together.
Love, in writing – Escape Publishers (November 2013)
A hardcore Science Fiction writer and a soft-hearted romance novelist clash on the sunny South African coast…
Margaret Parker is a hopeless romantic whose fantasies fuel her writing. For Graham Connelly, science fiction is the perfect genre to express his cynical world view. A chance meeting in a lift leaves them both interested and aroused — with no clue as to the other’s identity.
Margaret has been looking for a face to match her new fictional hero — and Graham’s is it. Graham has been looking for proof that innocence and optimism still exist — and he’s found it in Margaret. But fantasy isn’t reality, and both Margaret and Graham are used to controlling their fictional worlds. Can they step off the pages long enough to find their own happy-ever-after
An excerpt from Love, in writing (Escape Publishing)
He drew in a deep breath. ‘You were in the lift with me last night, weren’t you? You’re wearing more clothes now. What the hell are you doing here? Did you follow me here? What…?’
Margaret seldom got angry. She normally found it a useless exercise. No one took her seriously anyway and she always ended up with a terrible headache. But she was angry now. And the beginnings of a whopping headache stretched its tight tentacles across the back of her head.
‘I was unfortunate enough to have to share the lift with you last night, yes. But this is my shop. I did not follow you here.’
He seemed to be at a complete loss for words. For a little while at least. Then he gestured irritably to the books on the shelves.
‘This is a ridiculous bookshop. You don’t have any science fiction books, no —’
Margaret lifted her chin. ‘You are most welcome to leave, sir. No one is forcing you to stay. And we do have science fiction books. There is a whole section behind you. You will also find the latest vampire stories there. The only difference between this book store and any other is that —’
‘You only have books with happy endings. I’ve never heard of anything so completely bizarre. It is, you know.’
‘Well, now you have. Goodbye, sir, I don’t believe we have anything of interest for you.’
‘You can’t kick me out, I’m a paying customer!’ He looked around. ‘And from what I can see, you need some of those,’ he sneered.
Margaret walked towards the door. ‘Please leave. As the proprietor, I have the right to kick out anyone I want to.’
From the corner of her eye she could see Jen vehemently shaking her head and trying to catch her attention. But she now wanted the man out of her shop, out of Kommetjie, out of her life.
He stared at her for a long moment and then walked passed her, muttering.
‘Margaret, do you have any idea who that man is?’ Jen asked breathlessly.
‘Yes. He’s the one I told you about this morning. He was the one who thought I was stalking him, as if I…’
Jen laughed and covered her face with her hands.
Jen dropped her hands and rolled her eyes dramatically. ‘That man, my dear Margaret…’ She giggled again. ‘That man, the one you have just kicked out of your shop, is Graham Connelly. The Graham Connelly. The world renowned Graham Connelly. Science fiction author. You even have one or two of his books here. Only those with happy endings, of course, but at least we do have a few of his books.’
Margaret groaned and sat down in the nearest chair. She swore. Jen inhaled sharply.
‘Did you use a bad word?’ Jen giggled.
Margaret swore again. ‘Yes, and I know I never do, but that man…’ She got up and paced restlessly through the shop. ‘I was rude, but I had a reason to be. He is…he is…impossible.’
‘Impossible? Is that the best you can do?’ Jen laughed. ‘But I can see that you are really angry and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you angry. Your eyes are stormy, you are breathing heavily, your cheeks are red and you have been swearing. And all because of a man. Does any of this sound familiar to you?’
‘What do you mean?’
Jen only smiled. ‘You should read your own books. Any first chapter of any of your books. What we have here, Margaret dear, is a first chapter in one of your romances.’ And still smiling, she turned to a customer who had entered the shop.