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Sam hunts a black widow. Will he untangle the web of lies and deceit or will he be her next victim?

Two men, in the prime of their lives, are now dead. The only link is the beautiful, but deadly, Eliza James. Sam Rivers must follow the cold trail of a murderer. His instincts lead him away from the rich widow, though why he couldn’t say. All the evidence points to her guilt. Is he falling into her trap as his fellow agents warned? To unravel the secrets from years gone by, Sam must listen to a voice long dead—one that challenges his view of the mysterious and sexy widow.

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Roller Coaster

Wednesday was a great day. When our daughter received a well deserved promotion and a huge raise we were certainly cresting the top of the ride. As is always the case on a roller coaster, the drop was just around the bend.

Thursday I had a pretty severe reaction to a medication I was taking. It wasn’t a fun day and it scared the hell out of my Love. Poor guy. Being a dominant it is very difficult for him to sit idly by while something is happening to me.

Friday was better. I was still in a fog from everything, but our son had an interview. They liked him so much they’re tailor making a position for him. Again, the ride began to ascend to the top.

Saturday was good. Sunday better still. I was feeling stronger and the kids came for lunch. It was a very pleasant weekend.

Today, I had another reaction. It wasn’t as severe, but it sapped my strength again. I want to curl in a ball and sleep until summer hits and my immune system is back to normal. My pup didn’t help any. He let his instincts get the better of him this morning and he took down a rabbit. All in all, I’d like a redo.

Tomorrow promises to be another good day though. Against the Grain comes out on Amazon and as well as all the major retailers. It’s available in both print and digital.

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Can’t wait?

Against the Grain is now available for early download through Totally Bound 

Sam hunts a black widow. Will he untangle the web of lies and deceit or will he be her next victim?

Two men, in the prime of their lives, are now dead. The only link is the beautiful, but deadly, Eliza James. Sam Rivers must follow the cold trail of a murderer. His instincts lead him away from the rich widow, though why he couldn’t say. All the evidence points to her guilt. Is he falling into her trap as his fellow agents warned? To unravel the secrets from years gone by, Sam must listen to a voice long dead—one that challenges his view of the mysterious and sexy widow.

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Eliza finds the handsome diplomat too good to be true. He reawakens a desire within her that she thought had been lost. Yet their time together has a stopwatch ticking. Knowing that every moment counts, she accepts his bold proposal to explore her sexuality. Through pleasure and pain mingled together, she discovers a hidden strength that could mean the difference between life and death.

Together they must sift through lies and betrayals to unearth the truth before time runs out.

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New Year, New Goals, New Priorities

I’ve never been one to make a new year’s resolution. The clock striking midnight on a specific day of the year means nothing to me. The same hassles I had the night before were still dogging me in the morning. On the flip side the same blessings I had the night before were still by my side as the sun peeked through the window.

The first couple of days went by with both good and bad results. Daily stuff and bigger stuff, it’s always there. One issue gets resolved and another takes it’s place. It all boils down to same shit different day.

The only thing I can change is how the shit effects me. Do I roll around in it and complain about the stink or do I use it as fertilizer and plant some flowers or maybe some vegetables?

From here forward, I’m going to give farming a shot. I’m going to narrow my focus. I can’t change other people. I can’t make decisions for anyone, but myself. I’ll be a sounding board to friends, but I’m done trying to till their soil. I can’t find them a job or keep them from being let go. I can’t choose their partner or choose how they’re treated. My own plot needs tending and that will be my goal.

Against the Grain is coming out in March. I have a new book, Against the Tide, due to my publisher the end of February and it sounds like they’re open to more. The series was included in a recent promotion and more importantly I enjoy writing it. My husband is proud of my stories and is anxious to read more. He’s encouraging me to branch out.  We’ll have more information on that later. The bottom line is instead of trying to fit my writing in, I’m making it a priority again.

Not for 2017, but from here on out. Friends – I’m here. If you need me, reach out. Otherwise you’ll find me with my sleeves rolled up, gloves pulled on and dirt a-flying as I tend my own crops.0e2f29f1252346b0d7111f5ecb8c7c7d1

Moving Forward

I don’t know about you, but I’m really glad to have Thanksgiving in my rear-view mirror. I hosted this year and for the first time ever, there were more strangers than family. Everyone seemed to have a few friends of friends with nowhere to go and of course we welcomed them. No one should be alone at the holidays. They’re tough enough to get through when you are surrounded by people you love. Going through this time alone is twice as tough.

Unfortunately, it didn’t go as well as I’d hoped. We live in a rural community and we have large dogs as house pets. Since my kids are adults and moved out, they’ve become my babies. And I love them. However, I won’t say they are the most well adjusted animals on the planet. They’ve never been around children, especially squealing, jump-on-the-furniture, type children.

When my 100+ pound pups took an interest in these poorly behaved mini humans, I left my post in the kitchen and spent the remainder of the dinner on the patio with my dogs. If I hadn’t, they would have barked non-stop and ruined everyone’s day.

My absolutely wonderful husband and kids took over. They finished the meal and served it as gracious hosts. I’m so proud of them. They handled everything beautifully.

My dad came out and visited. He shared that even my daughter’s boyfriend stepped up. He doesn’t know it, but it earned him plenty of brownie points.

Now that Thanksgiving is over and we’ve decorated the house for Christmas, it’s time to finish the edits for Against the Grain.

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Time to get moving…

Since my sister passed away in May, I’ve been in a holding pattern. I haven’t been able to write much of anything and what I have written I’ve erased a few days later.

When Totally Bound announced that Against the Rules was going to be included in their partnership with WHSmith, I thought finally…something to get my head out of the clouds. This will give me the push I needed to get writing again.

Nope. The desire was there, but nothing would pass from my fingers to the keyboard.

Friday I got a message from my publisher. They want Against the Grain. They want to know what to expect after Against the Grain. I’ve been putting them off since I lost my friend in November. I’m now eight months late. Against the Grain is about half finished.

Saturday I sent my editor a message saying I’m trying. Please have patience with me.

I think about the story all the time, but for seconds instead of the hours that it needs to be. My concentration is shot. I feel like a butterfly flittering from one thought to the next. My focus is gone.

Yesterday my husband and I spent a lovely afternoon together. We cooked and read to each other. We were able to spend several hours of couple time. No projects, work, or children interrupting us. I feel more like my old self than I have in a months. It was much needed. For both of us.

Today I’m going to write. Eliza and Sam have been bouncing around in my head all morning. They’re telling me it’s time to get moving. They want their story written.

Wish me luck!

10:30 PM – Today was one of my best writing days ever. 5202 words. Thanks everyone for your well wishes. I can’t tell you how much it means to me.

Having Fun

Stress can suck the very life out of you if you let it. One of my best coping mechanisms for dealing with life’s trials is writing. When the real world gets too intense, I’ll slip into a world where I have control over…everything. It’s very addictive. I’ve published 11 books so far.

My latest series, Bound for Justice, is dark. Dealing with the loss of a friend and two siblings struggling with cancer, has sent me into a tumultuous place. It isn’t the happy fuck-fest of my previous two series, Desired Discipline and Master’s Touch. Bound for Justice is primarily a criminal suspense story, although you wouldn’t know that from the snippet I’m sharing today 🙂

I’m definitely having fun exploring some of the darker recesses of my psyche. Take a peek!

A teaser from Against the Grain, the third in the Bound for Justice series. (work in progress- not edited)

Taking her nipple between two fingers he pulled and squeezed until his knee, positioned between her legs, was wet from her juices.
“This tender little peak is jealous. It wants to be in my mouth too, doesn’t it? It wants to feel the pressure of my teeth biting into its sensitive skin. It wants the pain.” He looked into Eliza’s eyes. “Pain that’s just a little more than erotic. Pain that hurts until you’re not sure you can take it, but you don’t want it to stop either. You need that don’t you, Eliza?”
“Oh God, yes.”
That was all he needed to hear. He drew her tender peak into his mouth and slowly bit down. He watched her face and knew exactly when the hurt became real, when her body sent the shot of adrenaline coursing through her. He held still allowing her to live in the moment. Tears formed in her eyes, but her expression grew soft. He gave her a few more seconds of bliss before he released her. Once the pressure was gone, the blood would rush back to the surface and the pain would spike. To redirect her attention, he shifted his knee out of the way and swatted her pussy at the same time that he released her nipple.
Her scream was music to his ears. He swatted her again and again until she was writhing. He thrust two fingers into her tight pussy and reveled in the spasms of her orgasm. He wanted to be inside her so badly, he shook with need, but he reveled in that too. He felt alive. Screams from Eliza sent him into Dom space faster than anything he’d ever known.

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