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Forged Redemption for Pre-Order!

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The sparks of Ally and Drew’s old relationship ignite, but their broken pasts and a final fight against Mackey Kendricks threaten any hope of a future.

After Drew fell in with the Landsliders and destroyed his former pack, forgiveness isn’t something he deserves. However, no matter how hard the Tribe has tried, Mackey Kendricks can’t be stopped. So when they narrow down the vicinity of the monster’s hidden lair, the Tribe calls upon him again, this time for one of the most dangerous hunts—a recon mission to find the exact location.

However, when his former flame Ally signs on as the other member of the team, their attempts at avoiding each other crumble to the ground. No matter how hard they both try and no matter how many times they’ve walked away, the flame has never extinguished between them. This time, Drew’s fought for his redemption, changed for the better, and the relationship that blooms between them, for once, might stand a chance.

All they have to do is survive the fight against the biggest, baddest shifter on the East Coast.

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Curious About Captivating Melody?

“Hope you enjoy the show then, darling.” Heat flickered in his amber eyes, and his lowered voice made the implication quite clear.

I wrote this book two years ago, and since book one is coming out tomorrow, I already started on book two! However, the super secret is that it’s out EARLY! Grab your copy HERE today!

Here’s a sneak peek of the first page:

The stench of sweat, sex, and Chanel Number Five were never going to come out of Liz O’Brien’s jeans. She frowned as her Keds gummed to the floor backstage for the five thousandth time. That was the last gig they’d ever do at Peekaboos.

She peered past the stage out to the main floor of the strip club where a plethora of half- empty TicTac white tables populated the place. The remaining folks embarked on the bump and grind journey that at one tender age might’ve shocked and appalled her, but by now, she rolled her eyes and shut out the moans. Liz winced every time her shoe stuck to the black-and-white tiled floor as she crossed the room. Pink lighting skated throughout the place, even post-show, adding to the seedy ambiance.

She raked a hand through her long chestnut locks, a couple pieces drying to her face from the heat they pumped through this place. Guess since their strippers were shedding clothes, the staff had to keep ‘em comfortable.

Jett stood by the far door, giving her the ‘I’m bored look,’ which she’d come to realize happened about every two point five seconds when he wasn’t onstage or getting laid. After playing the bass for their earlier show, he’d tied back his dark strands, and his light blue eyes had a familiar twinkle in them. Average girls would see a ladykiller who screamed sex from his pores.

Liz noticed the prettier-than-average looks, but she also saw the greenish tint to Jett’s pale skin and the delicate gills along his neck. Since she’d never met her parents, Liz didn’t know the ‘why’ of her ability, but she’d always seen past the fae glamour shielding normal humans from the weird.

Jett lifted his sculpted brow in a cynical arch he’d perfected, jabbing at his watch as if she dragged along at a snail’s pace.

“The bar’s not going to disappear if you’re a couple minutes late,” Liz called out, quickening her pace to close the distance between them.

“Lies. I know for certain there’s an expiration date on the JD with my name on it. Six months on the road with us and you’d think you would catch on.” Jett slung his arm around her shoulder, the familiar weight one she’d never expected from her former one-night stand.

“It’s a miracle I’ve been able to put up with you lot for this long.”

Even though the first time she met Jett they’d fumbled in a back alley together, Liz much preferred him as her tether of sanity and staunch friend on the road. After all, traveling with rockstars was bad enough. The satyr, siren, banshee, and incubus were the real deal when it came to sex gods, with powers that worked on every human except her. She navigated the regular folks to book their gigs, while they made sure she wasn’t fae-bait to any supernatural who noticed her unique skill set.

Together she and Jett stepped out of the steamy room, which had begun to smell a little rank, and made their way down the narrow corridor leading to the front door. Neon pink lit the hallway, nauseatingly similar to the spotlights gleaming onto an opening act Liz would need bleach to remove from her memory banks.

“Good riddance,” Liz muttered as they strode through the doors onto the concrete landing.

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Holidays Around the Corner

While it’ll be awhile before I’m getting holly jolly and tossing up my Christmas decorations (by awhile, I mean AFTER Thanksgiving), one thing I realized I don’t have the luxury to do is dilly dally with prepping gift baskets for my books and tea. And while my son would rather have one of the super cool keychain knives he happened upon, my fans tend to be more demanding. After all, not only do people start shopping early, but once December hits, I’ll need to be able to ship those things at a moment’s notice, not wait for a shipment to come in. So, in a stroke of extra-preparedness, I made a pre-order form for the absolute cutest gift box for readers.

Kat’s Box of Wonderment

Kay, first off, that sounds ridiculously dirty, so ignore my ridiculous title. What’s inside the gift boxes is SUPER cool. I’m going to offer three selections based on my three Decadent Publishing novellas: By the Sea, Soul Solution, and Poisoned Apple. Of course, a signed copy of the book will be the first piece to this puzzle. Next is a bag of the looseleaf tea blended for each book (By the Sea: floral mint herbal, Poisoned Apple: tart apple honeybush, Soul Solution: pear jasmine green tea). And then the unique and time-takey part of this endeavor is the never-before-seen, framed winter themed poem included with each one. Altogether, each aspect of this is a unique delight, something you can’t just tug off the shelves at Target.

Bonus factor? The gift boxes are 15% off if you pre-order before December 1st!

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November 2015 Obsessions

Can we talk Nalini Singh for a second here? So, I stayed away for awhile–figured it wasn’t my cup of tea. After all, I tend to like more action to my books and I need to be in a certain mood to read some romances. But I’d heard about her for awhile and was curious so I checked the first book out.

Reaction? Not bad. Not amazing, but definitely a page turner for me. Then I read the second….got a little more interested. Now I wanted to read more. AAAANNNND then came the third book, which I refused to put down and devoured in a night. SO. DAMN. GOOD. I love when a book grips me like that and refuses to let go. Where am I now? Oh, yeah, currently through book seven. I’m tearing through this series like no tomorrow.

I’ll be honest, I *may* be finished the entire series before the end of the year. Not even sorry. I will say, it’s doing wonders for my paranormal romance inspiration, and since my current work-in-progress is said genre, I’m happy for the spark.