Being Mommy

It’s throwback Thursday and I’m feeling a like I have too much space in my empty nest!

100_0529I have some friends who are anxiously waiting for the empty nest. They have trips planned (and not to visit the kid at college), they have classes they finally have the time to take and lists of things that they have been waiting to do.

I don’t. Sure there are a few classes I’d like to take, but let’s face it wasn’t the kids at home that was keeping the DH on the sofa when I suggested taking ballroom dancing classes. It was my lack of coordination and his fear that I’m not joking when I mentioned that I thought we could do some of those cool lifts that we always see on Strictly Come Dancing and Dancing With The Stars.

IMG_1282I’m really proud of both of my children. How they’ve transitioned from high school into the adult world. I know that in part that’s down to the excellent parenting they received (self-5) but it’s also the people that they have always inherited been. I love to see them out in the world succeeding or as my 23-year-old daughter likes to say “adulting”. But a part of me just wants to have them back on the floor of my office, stapling together lots of note paper and making a book like mommy.


I know no matter how grown up they are, they will still need me and that makes me happy. And if sometimes I feel a little sad that they are off being happy in the world that’s okay. I still have Godiva! 🙂

Tuesday Teaser – Crushed

Garbera-Crushed-MEDIUMA little teaser from my latest release CRUSHED. As I mentioned on my website this book is edgier than my normal romances. So if you like a sweeter read, skip this one! 🙂


Mia started to the darkened corner where Pedro texted her to meet him when she heard a bark of laughter that she recognized.


She froze, glancing over her shoulder, and saw Con staring back at her.  He handed his pool cue to Rangeley and walked over.

She wanted to pretend to look away but didn’t.  He’d looked good at the beach this morning in his swim trunks and tee shirt that fit like a second skin, but in jeans, he made her heart race.  He moved with the kind of feral grace she’d seen in predators on the nature shows her father used to watch.  Other men took a step back as he advanced.



The side of his mouth lifted in an almost-smile.  “Now that we’ve established with know each other’s names.  Can I buy you a drink?”

She shook her head.

“I’m meeting someone.”


“Pedro,” she said.

She glanced to the darkened booth where Pedro sat.  She should have kept on walking.


“We’ve got business,’ she said.  “It was nice seeing you.”

“Hold it,” he said, grabbing her by the arm and drawing her back against him.

She gasped as his body pressed against her.

“I forgot about your wrist.  Sorry,” he said, his voice was coarse.

“It’s my other wrist.”

“Then why’d you gasp?”

“You feel good,” she said.  “And that’s about the dumbest thing I could say right now.  My life is a mess, Con.  Please, let me go.”

“I’m here, Mia.  You don’t have to go to someone like Pedro to help you,” he said.

Her resolved melted a little.  Okay, a lot since he rubbed his finger back and forth against her inner arm.  She was lucky to be able to string together two words.  But it did strengthen her resolve to handle the problem herself.  Con wasn’t going to just meekly sit in the car and keep an eye out for her.  Pedro would.

“I know.  This is street business, Con.”

“I’m from the street.” He reminded her.  “Come on, let me help you.”

She wanted to.  Not just because when he touched her she felt like maybe she had something to live for.  A future that had been snuffed out suddenly seemed like it was alive again. Maybe.

“You’re a military guy now, right?”

“Retired, Mia.  And I live by my own code.  Talk to me, tell me what’s going on,” he said, slowly pulling her away from Pedro and toward the hallway that led back downstairs.

She stopped.

He stopped, too, even though he could easily have pulled her along behind him.

“I’m trying to do the right thing here.  I just need backup and Pedro is the kind of guy—”

“I’ll do it,” Con said.  “Whatever it is.”

“You’ll do what I say?”


“Depends?  What the hell kind of answer is that?”

“The only kind you’re going to get.  You know me, Mia.  You can trust me.”

She could.  She always had, but the truth was, she no longer trusted herself.  Unsure of herself and what to do next, she never should have come to Preach’s.


I’m having a give-away today on my FB page where you can be entered to win a copy of Crushed.

Happy Tuesday!

Kathy 🙂

Tuesday Teaser

This week I’m featuring a little teaser from EYE CANDY.  I think the cover is a big tease but the book is about more than sexy neighbors who are friends with benefits.  Here’s a little teaser from the middle of the book.

Eye CandyShe watched as he glanced around her kitchen, the overhead lights under the copper lamp shades brought out a sort of blond highlight in his brown hair. He cleared his throat.

“Kiss more strangers?” he asked.

“Um…what? I’m not sure that your life was about that,” she said.

“No, that’s what your chalkboard says. Is that your goal?”

“We were talking about you,” she reminded him and hoped to hell she wasn’t blushing but could feel the heat in her cheeks and knew she was.

“We were. I guess I don’t know what my life would be without going back on the force. I told you I’m a shallow trust fund kid. Asking you about kissing strangers seemed safer,” he said.


She knew exactly what he meant by that. She’d done the same thing with him all day. Referred to him as the hot cop or Officer Hottie. Anything to keep it from seeming like she might really be interested in this man who’d kissed her and, whether she admitted it out loud or not, changed her world.

“What are the chances you won’t get back on the force?” she asked. She wasn’t ready to talk about her chalkboard or whatever it was he made her feel. Not yet.

It had always been so much easier for her to listen than to talk about herself. She wondered if that had anything to do with how she felt about where she was in her life. Give her a hunk of chocolate and the ingredients for a decadent truffle and she was full of confidence.

Leaning back on the barstool, he crossed his arms over his chest. “I’d say about ten percent.”

“Is that because your leg isn’t fully healed?” she asked.

“Partially. Also Internal Affairs are conducting an investigation into the perp I shot and killed.”

His words made the room seem heavier. She doubted she’d ever been in a room with anyone who’d killed another person before.

“Has that happened to you before?” she asked.

He shook his head. “This was the first time. I’ve fired at suspects who ran before and tasered a few but this was the first time I was in a shoot-out.”

He seemed lost. It was hard to tell exactly what was going on inside of his head but she knew if she’d killed another person even to save herself that the memory of it would linger.

She wondered if going back on the force was a good idea, but then reminded herself he was an adult and could make his own decisions.

She reached out to him and he uncrossed his arms and took her hand. She squeezed it. She didn’t know what to say.

Cops did a dangerous job. She knew that from articles she’d read in the paper and from the officers who came into her shop for candy and cocoa after their shift. She didn’t want to think of Garrett in danger or dying.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked.

He looked at her. His grey eyes so full of emotion, some of it easy for her to identify—anger, fear, maybe self-doubt.

“No. Thanks,” he said, firmly.

She took her hand back. Firmly put back in her place not as his friend but as the next-door neighbor who’d kissed him and tried to seduce him.

“I’m not…it’s not you, Hayley,” he said. “I’ve had too much to drink and I feel angry when I think about what happened. I don’t think it’s a good idea to talk about it.”

He was wise even when he’d had too many, she thought. “Too bad you didn’t lose your keys then you could spend the night here.”

“Honey, when I spend the night here it will be because you asked me too, not because I had too much to drink.”


Don’t forget to check out the EYE CANDY page to read more.