The Players


The Players ebook Cover

Guess who has a new eBook out today?!!

Hiya! I might possibly be very excited today! Okay, I am, there’s no might be about it. I’m just excited because I have a new eBook out today and I’m so incredibly proud of it. It’s the “continuation” of The Rookie I put out a few months ago. Or rather it involves characters Janelle and Monica from The Rookie along with a few more of their rugby teammates.

Here’s the summary:

The Players: Three months into their relationship, despite a tumultuous start, Janelle and Monica are still going strong. Will an impromptu ‘I love you’ leave them sidelined? Teammates Yaz and Ki are having their own conflicting issues with their interest in each other. Yaz isn’t the monogamous type, but her feelings for Ki are starting to run a lot deeper than she would have thought possible. And Ki is determined to keep her desire for something more with Yaz under wraps. Monica’s sister Mel is in town for the weekend rugby game and has some news of her own to share.
Book one in The Players series.

But more than that it’s book one of a 3-part series that I’m working on (book 2 is already coming along). I’m just so excited and proud because it includes so many of the things that I love! Women, rugby, confrontation, trust in new things, sex, – the book opens with a sex scene – you’ve been warned 🙂

And it’s only $.99 cents through the weekend! If you haven’t read The Rookie yet, you can grab that one too and get all caught up on the drama!

And as always, I couldn’t do any of this without you! Thank you so much for the love and support.



Thirty Days

Thirty days will come and go.

Let them wager, let them
place their bets.

“It won’t last. Will it?
It can’t. Can it?”

It won’t be for them
an I told you so

but for you
an I love you Oh, so

And on the other side
of thirty
will continue to flow

what I know.


My behavior
has caused irrepar
—able damage.

I’m sorry seems to be the only
phrase with meaning from me
to you, and still, I imagine
for you it means nothing.

I am low, yes. I did things.
I lied.

I did what I wanted. And yes,
I wanted it, want it still. I was not
tricked, duped, or manipulated.

I manipulated.

I made a choice. I always have
a choice. I chose, I do choose.

I will not make excuses. Excuses
are tired and soggy. I will not attempt
to explain it away. You may ask
and I will answer.

I will not blame.

I will not run from the yelling
Voice, who caught up with me
to form the words,
to say,
just go


Where Edges Meet

                                 for W.P.

You have no boundaries
(I hear)
and I tend to have so many

where our edges meet
is bound to be called potential

potential energy,
a spiritedness,

potential; a kind of meal
to sustain us for a while

until the external force
pulls us
out of the way—

inevitable collision
where our edges meet
and blur


The Accident (change is coming)

I died
in the crash.
          everything burst
forth like spores
breaching a membrane.

I see it happening
over and again
          plasma holds me
until the seat belt
strikes me across
the chest.
I’m thrown

we fed the
that day.

it bothers
me that I
          can’t remember
the funny thing
I said to you before

I see it happening
over and over and
sound exists only
in a vacuum.

you were hurt
more than me.
          I couldn’t see.
Where you hurt at? tilting
my head didn’t help
me understand any
better. I was

still upside down
          I died in the crash.

are you okay?