"I'm driving you home, princess."
            He shut the door on her protests and his heart drummed so hard he feared it might explode. Fuck, it felt good to let go, to allow his instincts to take over and stop worrying. He didn't need to think about the future.
            All he needed tonight was Jill Meyers writhing beneath him.
            Dereck picked up the keys from the ground. Opened the door.
            "I'm only letting you drive because I've had a few beers, and the cops in town are dicks," she said.
            Dereck smirked as he climbed into the driver seat. "Whatever you need to tell yourself."
            She glared at him as he turned the key in the ignition. After buckling his seat belt, he shot Jill an intense stare in return.
            "You better buckle up."
            He backed out of the parking spot, and the tires squealed as he threw it into drive, barreling out of the lot as Jill clicked her buckle in.
            "What the hell has gotten into you?"
            She gripped the oh shit handle above her door, her eyes wider than usual. Like a deer startled to realize she was the prey, about to be devoured by the big bad wolf.
            Dereck licked his lips in anticipation, thinking about putting his head between her legs and eating her pussy until she screamed his name.
            "You. You have been getting to me since the night I got to town." He gunned the car to the right onto his street and then a left, stopping the SUV right before it hit the garage door.
            "I have?"
            Jill spoke the words breathlessly, apparently shocked by his admission. He turned in his seat and cupped the side of her face.
            "Every. Fucking. Day."
            Dereck went to exit the car, but she stopped him. "Wait, I thought you were taking me home?"
            "I did. My home. My bed. My rules. And if you can't handle that, you can take the keys and go." 
            He dropped the keys into her open palm.
            Dereck got out and shut the door on her. By the time he came around to the other side, she'd already stepped out of the SUV. He held his hand out to her, waiting for her to make a move. Finally, she slid her hand into his.
            He wanted to howl in triumph, but instead, he wordlessly led Jill inside the house.
​

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Like a lot of people, I #love all things #supernatural. Literally, the show Supernatural, Van Helsing, Wynonna Earp, The Vampire Diaries, The Walking Dead, iZombie...and if there is a #romance blooming on any of these shows, even better.
Same with books! I read ten Anita Blake novels in two weeks when I first discovered Laurell K Hamilton. Growing up, Fear Street by R.L. Stine, Christopher Pike's novels, and so many more YA authors were my #binge of choice before I discovered romance...But, I still loved YA and paranormal romance...can we say hot?!

Even to this day, I have a shelf of paranormal romances to read and I separate my contemporary YAs from my paranormal YAs, because they were overflowing my shelves!

So, is it any wonder why I would want to write one? When I was first invited to participate in Milly Taiden's Sassy Ever After Kindle World, I was scared I would mess it up! It is sometimes hard going into a new genre with confidence. 

But, I am really proud of Just a Little Harmless Sass. The sexy times are hotter than my usual contemporaries, but that was what made it so exciting. Getting out of my usual comfort zone and pushing my own boundaries! This is a small town romance with a paranormal twist. There is suspense and action and two criminal shifters with a bit of a Joker/Harley Quinn relationship! Yes, my #nerdroots are showing! Plus lots of laughs and colorful secondary characters.
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​The bridesmaids and groomsmen for hire at Sweetheart, California’s Something Borrowed have the cure for celebrity wedding headaches. But even a job that’s strictly business can lead to the 
real thing . . . 
 
RULE #2: DON’T UPSTAGE THE BRIDE AND GROOM
 
Rylie Templeton had big dreams, until she quit culinary school to take care of her father and signed on with Something Borrowed. Suddenly years have gone by and she’s still a bridesmaid-for-hire, with her idea to open a gourmet bakery on the back burner. Scoring a high-profile wedding could help turn her life around, if only she didn’t have to share the spotlight with her coworker, the insufferable—and undeniably gorgeous—Dustin Kent. 
 
Instructed to make it work, Rylie plunges into the wedding festivities with Dustin by her side. If only she could convince him to turn his spectacular charm on someone else! But the enigmatic, reformed playboy has his own ideas about romance, and they all include Rylie. As the nuptials get closer, Rylie realizes that Dustin’s wooing is actually working, and that the two of them might make a good team in more ways than one . . .

Rylie Templeton sat at her desk, staring at the box of death by chocolate
muffins she’d made that morning, and wondered if throwing one at Dustin
Kent’s head could be considered assault.
God, he was an arrogant son of a bitch. He leaned a broad shoulder
against the doorjamb of her office, and watched her with one raised brow
and a sardonic smirk across his full lips. He’d been working at Something
Borrowed Wedding Solutions for two months, which boggled Rylie’s mind.
Not only did he come from one of the richest families in Sweetheart,
California, but he was a self-made millionaire. There was no reason he
should need to work, yet here he was every day, walking around as though
he was God’s gift.
And he’d managed to get under her skin in the worst way. Constantly
mocking her with his fake compliments and flattery, as if she didn’t know
he was full of shit.
Even worse, just a few weeks ago, Marley Stevenson, Kelly Barrow,
Dustin Kent, and Rylie had all gone in on restoring the old ghost town,
Buzzard Gulch. They were all technically partners, although Rylie’s
involvement had been more Marley being generous. Rylie couldn’t afford
to buy a house, let alone a town, but Marley had made her a working
partner. They were turning the ghost town into a wedding venue and they
needed a baker. The whole set up was pretty sweet, if not for the man with
sparkling blue eyes currently watching her.
“You look very pretty today, Rylie. I love you in purple. It really brings
out the green flecks in your eyes.”
Rylie narrowed her very dark eyes at him. “My eyes are brown, asshat.”
He pushed off and started walking toward her, a long stride that ate up
the length of her tiny office in no time. His gray suit was dapper and his
blue shirt and loosened silver and blue striped tie made his eyes seem more
like midnight than robin’s egg. His short black hair was tousled with gel
that was messy yet stylish. He was the ultimate pretty boy, the kind of guy
who used to make Rylie’s life hell, and she steeled herself as he approached.
He placed his hands on the desk and leaned over until he was almost
nose to nose with her.
“Not true. Right in the center—”
She caught the finger he’d started waving in front of her face,
tempted to bite it.
Not in a sexy way, of course.
She released him abruptly and stood. Why the hell would she go there,
even in her head? Dustin wasn’t sexy, and she had a boyfriend anyway.
“I know you are used to getting what you want from women, but your
flattery will not work on me.”
He stared down at his cuticles casually, a move that reminded her of
James Spader in Pretty in Pink. “Too bad. I was just coming to tell you
that Kelly wants to see us in her office. Something about the Rolland/
Marconi wedding?”
Rylie’s heart almost exploded from her chest. This was it. With her
friend Marley gone, Rylie was the top bridesmaid at Something Borrowed.
Although she loved Marley, she had been praying for this chance since
she’d watched Tonya Rolland, the governor of California’s daughter,
walk down the hallway into Kelly’s office last week. The governor was a
favorite for the next presidential election. The Rollands were originally
from Alabama, and had moved to California when Tonya was six. Since
then, the governor had risen through the political ranks and had become
beloved by the people, as was his altruistic daughter.
Blake Marconi, Tonya’s fiancé, had played basketball for UCLA and
gotten his degree in political science before being picked up by the NBA.
The Los Angeles Lakers had snagged him, and the big Italian was a fan
favorite not just for his jump shot, but his extensive charity work. It was how
he’d met Tonya; they’d been seated together at an animal rights dinner, and
hit it off. It was a storybook romance and Rylie wanted to be a part of it.
Then, the entirety of his words sank in. “Wait, why does she
want you there?”
Before she could blink, Dustin snagged one of her muffins and bit into
it, chewing slowly. She watched his full lips as he chewed, waiting for him
to elaborate with a pounding heart and her mind racing with dread. The
agony was killing her, until finally he swallowed.
“I have a feeling to two of us are going to make this wedding very special.”