Coming Soon

The Release of the 2015 R.L. Mathewson Chronicle Collection

Good morning, my lovelies :)

I just thought I'd come on here and tell you the good news. The 2015 Collection of the R.L. Mathewson Chronicles has been uploaded and should be available in the next day or two.

In the book it has a never before published Chronicle, which I am going to post here so that you don't feel it necessary to buy the book for one chronicle. It also includes a never before sneak peek of A Christmas from Hell as a special treat.

Two Excerpts for the Price of One…

Don’t puke, don’t puke, don’t puke, don’t-

“Let’s see what kind of damage we have here?” Duncan, the man that filled her thoughts more than he probably wanted to, said with a bored sigh as he gently placed her on the bed and gently grasped her arm to move it to the side, but she wasn’t ready to see the extent of the damage yet.

She wasn’t ready to find out if she still had a boob or if it was-

What Really Happened: Part X….because I am a sharer…..Plus a Teaser…

Yup, she was definitely a chicken, she decided as she double-checked the comforter, making sure that it was it was secure as she did her best to stay perfectly still, praying that if Darrin came into her room that he’d just dismiss the large mound in the middle of her bed and continue his search elsewhere.

Then again, she thought with an annoyed sigh as she shifted beneath the comforter, turning onto her side so that she could peek out beneath the comforter and glower at the alarm clock. Shouldn’t he be here by now with an awkward apology that she could pretend to sleep through so that tomorrow they could act like this never happened.

It was a wonderful plan, one that she fully planned on embracing once the big jerk came over here and gave her a half-mumbled apology with an added, “I was drunk,” when they both know that he’d been completely sober. The whole point of the apology was a way for them to awkwardly get through this without destroying their friendship. It wasn’t something that she was looking forward to, but for the sake of their friendship, she was fully planning on pretending to be asleep when he came in to apologize, make awkward small talk and then walk away so that they could move on and pretend that this never happened.

Camping Trip: Part VIII

Maybe she should have taken him back to the mansion instead, Danni absently thought as she discretely slapped Caine’s hand away when it made another attempt to grab her breast.

Maybe not, she decided when he released a vicious growl as he went in for another grab, forcing her to slap his hand away even as she smoothly stepped in front of him, coming between him and the visibly frightened man, staring at them in mute horror as he limply held out a worn copper key attached to a cheap off-white, warped keychain that had seen better days.

“Thank you,” she said with a forced smile, accepting the key as she choked back a gasp when the horny bastard behind her switched his focus to her ass.

“Y-you’re welcome,” the poor man that would probably require years of therapy thanks to them mumbled absently as he kept his terrified gaze locked on Caine, instinctually knowing that if he so much as gazed her way that Caine would probably tear his throat out.

A look at the next Honeymoon from Hell….Trevor & Zoe

“H-he t-tossed the c-clothes to me and told me to get d-dressed,” she managed to get out with a sniffle that for some reason had every one of his relatives shifting their glares back on him.

“H-he didn’t even tell me where we were going,” she said, pausing to add another one of those sniffles that he was starting to blame the hormones for. “H-he wouldn’t even let me eat. He just told me to get dressed, dragged me down here and said that we were getting married.”

“That’s more than most women get in our family,” he pointed out with a mumble, expecting some support from the men in his family, but all he ended up getting were more glares, a few more shoulder shoves and a, “Better watch your back, bitch,” from his Great Uncle Theo.

Gift Wrapping from Hell and An Announcement

“We are not putting the kids’ presents in trash bags!” Zoe hissed, throwing their bedroom door another nervous glance.

“Why not?” he asked, grabbing a handful of comforter and pulling it up so that he could look underneath the bed. When he didn’t spot any children or listening devices he dropped the comforter and moved on to the rest of their room, looking for recording devices.

“Because I’m not leaving trash bags in front of the tree on Christmas morning for my children!” Zoe hissed as she slowly unlocked their bedroom door, opened it and stuck her head outside. When she didn’t spot any children lingering outside their room, she quietly shut the door and locked it.

“You’re spoiling those kids,” he said, shaking his head in disgust as he moved to check their bathroom.

“Because I want to wrap their presents?”