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Roar Sneak Peek!

If you’ve been anywhere near me in the last week or so, then you know that Roar — the third book in my Witches & Warlocks series — is set to release November 15th. That’s THIS SUNDAY, PEOPLE! WOOOO!

I may be juuuuust a little excited about this release. 🙂

I’ve heard back from my beta readers, one of whom is totally taken with the first sentence and another who cried as she told me her favorite scenes. And then, because I was so excited that she was so excited, I may have cried a little, too.

I thought you might like little sneak peek at the first chapter of Roar. Maybe then you might get as excited as I am. (OK. Probably not. I’m pretty wound up.)

But first, have you joined my mailing list? I always send an email to my list the moment I have a link to the product page. If you want to know the minute Roar releases, sign up by clicking here.

And now, without further ado, here is the first chapter of Roar, just for you!

**Spoiler alert. If you haven’t read Speak or Hush yet, you might not want to read this chapter yet.**



Chapter one


It’s a weird thing, stalking someone with the sole intent of killing them. Following them from place to place, studying their movements. I always wonder if they’d want to live the night differently if they knew how it was going to end.


I say that like I’m a seasoned killer. Always wonder. I say it like I’ve done this more than four times. Although, I do get a little … I don’t know … harder  … each time we kill someone. A little colder. It gets easier to consider the next one.

And so far, there’s always been a next one.

This one has a name. Nancy. I don’t like it when they have a name, it makes them feel more like a person with friends and a family who cares about them and will miss them once they’re gone. I like it better when Daya gives us a target that’s only a description and a place to find said target. Not so lucky this time, I guess.

Nancy is one of Lucy’s errand girls. Her main job is finding people suitable enough for Lucy and Albert’s little vampire/werewolf ‘create a species’ project. You know, where the leader of the vampires and the leader of the werewolves are actively trying to breed some sort of crazy hybrid. A super-race that’ll basically let them take over the world.

Nancy is really good at her job. She’s got a knack for finding people who get excited about the whole prospect of possibly dying or going insane in the hopes of ending up as some powerful new creature. Not that it matters if they’re excited about it or not. I don’t think Lucy’d stop what she was doing if the people Nancy brought her were suddenly all ‘but wait, stop!’. Knowing what I think I know about Lucy, she’d probably end up liking the whole process all the more if her victims end up scared out of their minds. Regardless, taking out Nancy will be a stumbling block in Lucy’s whole ‘take over the supernatural world’ game.

Of course, that’s what Daya says about all the vampires she’s sent us out to kill. “Taking out this target will make the world a better place. A safer place.”

I do my best to believe her. Otherwise, I don’t think I could do what she wants us to do. What she tells us to do. She says it’s our job ‘cause we’re the Trinity — Noah, Luke, and me. The champions of the witches. The heroes of the human world. Saving them all from a terrible future they don’t even know they’re facing. I hold onto that ‘cause otherwise, we’re nothing more than assassins.  

Our job’s gonna be easy tonight, though. This Nancy is nasty. We’ve followed her from nightclub to bar to nightclub, watching her toy with the men — and women — who pretty much just fall down at her feet. She seduces them, draws them into a dark corner or abandoned bathroom, then goes all psycho vampire, scares the shit out of them, drinks just about all of their blood, and leaves them to either live or die, alone and scared. She’s cruel. And she hasn’t found anyone suitable to take home to Lucy, so right now, she’s on the move again.

I nudge Noah and jerk my head in her direction as Nancy slips out of the men’s bathroom, wipes her mouth, and blends right into the crowd of her victim’s drunken friends. They’re all busy dancing and laughing, unaware of the disaster waiting for them in the men’s room. She doesn’t know it, but she’s leaving a trail of magic behind her, a faintly glowing line that traces her path, dissipating after just a few seconds. A tracking spell we put on her earlier tonight. The line really doesn’t last long enough to be of much use, but we couldn’t risk using too strong a spell on her or she’d have felt it. Damn vampires and their supernatural senses.

As soon as the door to the club closes behind her, Noah, Luke, and I slide off our barstools and follow her outside. We don’t make an effort to blend in like she did. We cut through the crowd, ignoring the protests, comments, and nasty names. No time for courtesy ‘cause if we don’t get outside quickly enough, we’re gonna lose her.

We hit the sidewalk and fan out like we know what we’re doing, Noah heading right, Luke heading left, while I head straight out towards the street.

“Here,” Noah whispers and I turn just in time to see the line of our magic disappear around the corner, heading into an alley behind the club. This is it. The break we’ve been waiting for. Need to kill a vampire? Best to do it in an abandoned alley.  Luke and I converge on the spot, moving quickly, mercury loose on the table.

Noah’s already calling on his magic. I can see it coalescing around his edges and it still takes me off guard to see him like that. It’s beautiful. He’s beautiful. His golden energy crackling at his fingertips, his blue eyes glowing faintly in the dark. I let my fingers graze his arm as we pass and his magic surges into me, awakening mine. He only tolerates the touch because he knows I need to draw on his power. Otherwise, he pretty much avoids me like the plague.

“Tueri trinitas,” he whispers — a protection spell.

“Tueri tinitas,” I say, grasping his hand and reaching out for Luke. When his fingers entwine with mine, his magic flows through my arm and into my center where it blends with Noah’s and twists itself up with my energy. We are the Trinity and I am the centerpiece.

Interficere hostium.” Luke growls his incantation — death to our enemies — and I echo it, adding my magic to his. After spending more than her fair share of decades on this earth, Nancy’s life expectancy is now only minutes long.

Still holding hands, letting our power gather and grow, we round the corner. Stride down the alley, hands held, energy coalescing. The tiger is pacing and roaring, ready for the kill. Me? My stomach is a roiling boiling mess of nerves and anxiety. Sure, I was bred for this. Sure, Daya made certain that I had just the right combination of light and dark magic so I’m some sort of moral question mark. Sure, there’s a part of me that’s designed to kill.

That doesn’t change the fact that the rest of me is a good person. I value life. All life. And, since Daya kept me embedded in normal human society rather than raising me with all the other little badass witches and warlocks she created, I fully believe that killing is bad. So, even though half of me is growing ever more excited by what we’re doing, the other half of me is very loudly going on about the whole thou shalt not kill deal.

My magic falters as my resolve wavers. The guys can feel it. Noah squeezes my hand and Luke sends a wave of dark magic straight to my heart. And that’s that. My resolve is totally strengthened. Whatever it means about me and my everlasting soul, Nancy will die tonight.

If we can find her, that is.

The trail’s gone cold. The little glowing line of magic is gone. She could be anywhere. We stop. Put our backs together so not one of us is exposed and there’s no chance of Nancy sneaking up from behind.

Laughter echos down the alley and of course, there’s no way to tell where it’s coming from. Damn vampires and their supernatural creepiness. I peer into the dark, calling on the strength of my tiger, hoping to channel some of her night vision and use it to see. One of the benefits of having a predator for a familiar, I guess. Makes me a better predator, too.

Tonight though, even with the improved vision, I see nothing. Nancy could be anywhere.

“You think I didn’t smell your magic all night long?” The words come from above us and have the faintest trace of an accent I can’t really place. Clearly, this isn’t gonna be easy. If she’s smart enough to have known we were following her, she’s bound to have a few more tricks up her sleeves.

“Baby witches are so fun to play with.” Her voice comes from the other side of the alley now. Ground level. “You think you’re so powerful.”

Luke mutters a long string of incantations, so quiet I can’t even hear them, his voice nothing more than a low growl sounding in his chest. Nancy laughs again and I can’t help it, the hairs on my arms stand straight up. There’s nothing human or humane or hell, nothing even a little pleasant about the sound. God, I hate vampires. They’re nasty and pompous and self-satisfied and have absolutely no respect for anything other than themselves.

Utter. Snakes.

It’s snowing. Not the polite little flakes of a late fall snow, but the heavy duty, real deal. Huge clumps of snow plop onto the ground and catch in my hair. One drops onto my eyelash and as I blink it away, I catch just the slightest movement out of the corner of my eye.

I choke back a scream and try not to pay any attention to the shame that catches in my throat along with it. Just because I’m supposed to be on my way to ‘hardened killer’ doesn’t make me immune to fear. I mean, I’m standing in a dark alley and a vampire is barrelling towards me. Of course I’m gonna want to scream.

I gather my magic and call on the tiger and am ready to let all kinds of hell loose when something hard and unforgiving slams into my shoulder. I fall to the ground in an uncoordinated heap, my breath knocked from my lungs and my head bouncing off the concrete, summoning a cloud of stars to dance with the snowflakes.

That hard thing that hit me and knocked me down? That was Noah. And now instead of running right at me, Nancy is running right at him and her teeth are bared and her eyes are glinting and there’s no way she’s gonna be quick and merciful. I’ve seen what she does to the people she eats.

My head’s throbbing and my chest is tight, and that sucks, but I’m OK. Which is good because I’ve got about half a second before the bitch is on Noah and that’s simply not going to happen.

Tempore prohibere!” I scream the words to my timestop spell and everything just screeches to a halt around me. I scramble to my feet.

Nancy’s got one hand on Noah’s arm and the other on his head, tilting it way back, exposing his neck. Her mouth is wide open, her wicked sharp fangs pressed against his throat. I lean in close, making sure she hasn’t pierced his skin yet and sigh in relief to see that she hasn’t.


His skin is actually dimpling under the pressure of her extended canines. If I’d been even a little bit slower …

I brush the thought away. I wasn’t too slow. Noah’s fine. For now.

The trick is gonna be to make sure he’s still fine once I get time all set back to rights. I take a minute and walk around the scene. You’d think the snowflakes would melt when they touch my skin, all suspended mid-air like they are, but instead, it’s like the whole world distorts, bending them out of my way, only to spring back into place as soon as I’ve passed. I’m truly outside of time and therefore can’t affect anything.

Which means that I’m probably not going to be able to move Noah out of range of Nancy’s teeth. Doesn’t hurt to check though, does it? Her hand moves without resistance when I pull it off his head. When I let go, though? It falls right back into place, like I’d never even been there. So now what? I’ve got him safe, but the instant I get time moving again, her teeth will pierce his skin and that’s just not gonna work for me.

Luke’s right there. His magic all coalesced into something all spiky and dangerous. Even with time stopped, it kind of hums with the threat contained inside. Of course, his eyes are glowing red, a furious crimson that I really can’t make myself look at. His face is all screwed up with rage. Truth is, he looks scarier than Nancy ‘cause when I actually do make myself look at his eyes, it’s clear how excited he is by this whole thing.

So, Luke’s ready. The moment I let time go free again, his magic will be loose, slamming into Nancy and probably hurtling her back away from Noah a bit. I just can’t quite trust that it’ll hurtle her backwards fast enough.

I take a breath. Close my eyes. Focus. Think.

There’s got to be a way to do this without Noah getting hurt. I’m a badass witch, after all. If Daya trusts me to save the whole flippin’ world, surely, I can save the man I love. Of course, that man doesn’t love me back, but that doesn’t matter at all right now. I run my hand through my hair and gather it over my shoulder.

I think … possibly … if I can manage to let time come back together very slowly, I can get a spell off before Nancy’s teeth sink all the way into Noah’s throat. I take another breath. If I misjudge the timing even a little, Noah will die.

Another deep breath and then I free the tiger, charge her with keeping me and Noah safe. I call on my magic and while it roars to life, I ever so slowly let time slip free, hoping and hoping and hoping some more that I’m strong enough to get the timing right.


Book 2 in my Witches & Warlocks series is live!


It’s 29 days after the release of Speak (Witches & Warlocks Book 1), and here I am announcing the release of Hush (Witches & Warlocks Book 2). Can you believe it? I know I can’t! Although, maybe, with that in mind, you can forgive my relative silence around here. I’ve made a few posts over on my Facebook page, but mostly, I’ve been nose to the grindstone, trying to get this bad boy out to the world.

And with that being said, I’m wishing you a wonderful day and scurrying around the house to get ready for the return of my family from school and work. But you better believe I’ll be happy dancing the whole time!

A cover reveal and pre-order for “Speak”

Hello, hello, hello!


*takes a few deep breaths and wipes brow*

I’ve been busy. It’s summer, so the kids are home and that just brings its own special level of insanity, chaos, and super warm cuddles my way. But! That doesn’t mean I haven’t been hard at work!

If you’re on my mailing list, or my ARC team, or happen to know me in, you know, real life, then you probably know about the new series I had to start. And when I say had, I totally mean had. The book wouldn’t leave me alone.

Well, book one is done and getting the final touches put on it and book two is underway! Oh, ya, and I totally designed the cover myself!

Ready to see it? I’m so ready to show you because I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out. 🙂

*waits for a drum roll that never happens*

Alright, fine. I’ll just post the silly thing.



Ready to find out more? Head to Amazon to read the blurb and to reserve your copy.

As always, thank you for all your support!

Want a bunch of new books on the cheap?

Facade is in great company this weekend!

…like USA Today Bestsellers kinda company…



A bunch of authors and I decided to get together and offer our books for $0.99 this weekend. I’ve offered Facade – so if you haven’t gotten your copy, now’s the time! But I’d check out the list even if you have read Facade. You’re sure to find something you’re interested in. Probably several somethings!

Here are the details:

Over 175 ebooks from over 150 authors–including USA Today Bestsellers–are on sale for 99 cents.

This promo will last only April 10th, 11th, and 12th.

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No, William is not Bill. But Bill is William.

Facade's dedication page.
Facade’s dedication page.

Aha! Bill! William! I get it!

I’ve gotten a few emails from readers who’ve noticed the dedication page in the front of both Facade and Unleashed. 

For Bill.

These readers also noticed that my books have a pretty dang important male character named William. At which point they had one of those awesome “AHA!” moments.



Clearly this R. M. Webb character named the main love interest in her books after her main love interest!

And I get how you’d think that. ‘Cause it seems pretty cut and dry. Nothing left to the imagination there, right?

Well, actually…

William is not Bill.

I started writing Facade many years ago, before Bill — otherwise known as Mr. Wonderful — came into my life. I chose the name William because it happens to be one of my favorite male names.

I didn’t finish the book all those years ago. I put it away and I’d like to say that I forgot about it, but I didn’t. ‘Cause, you know, life-long dreams that you start and never finish aren’t that easy to forget. They just kinda hang around your mental space, making you itch and sneer as you try to shrug off the bitterness.

And then I met Bill.

And my life got flip-turned upside down.

*Smiles sweetly, eyebrow arched, and waits to see who gets the reference.*

He entered my life with the force of gale winds and hurricanes and I’ve never been the same since. Bill has brought me happiness and shown me joy and he plucked me out of a life that was spiraling out of control and plopped me into a Happily Ever After. Sometimes I still find myself staring at the landscape of my life, dazed, blinking rapidly, afraid that if I move too quickly, I’ll chase all this away.

I think I loved Bill before I actually met him.

You see, before him, I’d always felt like something was missing. There was just this nagging, almost-but-not-quite feeling attached to each and every one of my days. I’d actually started to think there was something deeply flawed about me, that I was some self-sabotaging mess of a woman who was too difficult to please and was somehow unable to accept happiness.

When Bill and I started dating, it was like suddenly I was taking full breaths after decades of not enough air, and the light was so bright but didn’t hurt my eyes, it was just warm on my skin, and my own laughter surprised me because it showed up on its own and not because I made myself laugh when it felt appropriate.

I’ll be honest, it’s still like that. I love this man and somehow that makes everything in my life make sense. The things about me that I used to hate, he loves. The things about me I thought were flaws, he sees as strengths. And through his eyes, I’m learning to accept that I’m not flawed. I’m intelligent and hard-working and quick-witted and certain to break into dance in the middle of the grocery if I like the song playing over the speakers.

And that’s OK.

In fact, it just might be awesome.

Early in our relationship, during one of our many conversations that lasted well through the night and into the next morning, I mentioned that I’d started writing a book. I was also quick to disparage the book and myself. The book was dumb and I was dumb for writing it and dumb for not publishing it.

Finish it.

That’s what Bill said.

Finish it and publish it.

I scoffed. Nah. That ship has sailed. The book is dumb and I’m dumb and no one will want to read it.

And then he filled my head with the most amazing nonsense. He called me beautiful. He called me captivating. He called me wonderful.

And I started to believe him.

So I finished the damn book.

And then I finished the second one.

And now I’ve started a third.

When I started writing Facade all those years ago, I was captivated by the idea of a love so strong that it would survive for the rest of forever. So I set out to write about it.

Now…? I get to live it. There’s no doubt in my mind that I was designed to love this man and that he was designed to love me. He’s the answer to questions I didn’t know I was asking.

So, for those of you who’ve asked:

No, William isn’t Bill. But Bill sure is my William.