Cover Reveal: Dark & Dirty Anthology



When R. Brennan approached me on behalf of the other authors already lined up for this anthology, I was stunned honestly. While I’ve never decided to hang up the writing hat even with college kicking my butt, I would never dream that someone would want me in on their project. Just my natural reaction. It’s not doubt. When you spend a good chunk of your life feeling not special, this is what becomes of it. So through the whole process, I feared I would let them down. I struggled to write as my divorce was not final and dragging. What I came up with, however, I loved. Dark writing is something I have the ability to do but always refrained from doing. Now? Yeah, I have more ideas. Plus, this is my first project without the aid of a publisher. I really hope to do more of these projects in the future, time permitting.

So, without further rabbling, here is my blurb for Redeemer–my contribution to this kick ass anthology.

His family has the wealth and power to give him anything … except approval.

Gianni Bencivenni marks his time in lines of cocaine. One lover is the same as the next within the walls of addiction—until his family puts a contract out on his life. On the run with the last man he wants to be in close quarters with, Gianni has to decide whether his yearning for acceptance and love can overpower his need for a drug-filled haze.

Johnny “Butcher” Mascagni marks his black sins in the deep scars on his soul. Death is his profession and ghosts of the dead haunt his waking moments. His penance for the dark life he’s led. Countless men have shared his bed, though love is a promise that eludes him. In his line of work, getting attached has consequences. When a former lover becomes his last assignment, Butcher must decide if he can set his demons free and open his heart again.


Release Day: An Outlaw in Her Bed

Happy release day to me! This story has come full circle for me. From just a little thing telling a sweet story to a gritty historical western romance full of unsavory characters and two people looking for redemption. This is the one and only western in my catalog but not the first historical. Believe it or not, I found history a little boring in high school but that’s because it was about wars and the industrial revolution. Nothing but how hard it was to live or what they wore or endured. Now that I’m older? I can’t get enough. Having the freedom to travel to historical sites helps because nothing beats standing on the highest point in a ruined castle to get a sense of life in the past.

The main character, Ellie, is named after my big sister Ella. A little homage to her and how she’s worked hard to be where she is in her life. Although she’s not living the farm life, she’s got a kick ass job as a flight nurse. I’m extremely proud of her.

An Outlaw in Her Bed

Published: March 21, 2016
Roane Publishing
western romance

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An outlaw by trade, Travis Colburn refuses to be tied down by a woman. Life on the run leaves him no room for love, until a calico queen’s wicked lips tattoo his soul. Her searing kiss leads him on a path entwined with the devil himself, and nothing will stand in his way—not even cold lead from a gun.

When a bullet steals her husband’s life, Ella Gilby gets more than she bargained for from a tall, dark stranger. Death walks in his shadow and the temptation he offers swallows her whole. The more she denies the attraction, the more her desire for the deadly desperado draws her back in.

Heaven and debauchery collide, and the love sparked in a single night reignites as Ella recaptures the man she lost long ago. Unless their shaded past tears their world in two.

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“Would you like a drink?” She moved over to a dresser and popped the cork on a bottle of whiskey. Travis strode over and took the bottle from her hand.

“Are you going to drink with me?” He took a whiff before poising the bottle at his lips.

“Reese doesn’t allow it.” Her gaze fell to the ground.

“I supposed not.” He set the bottle down. “Especially when the bottle isn’t just whiskey.”

Ellie gasped, her gaze whipping to meet his. “Please.” She back away. “I didn’t mean. It’s just…”

Travis grabbed her by the shoulders. “You’ve never taken a man to bed yet, have you?”

“Please don’t tell Reese. All I’ve ever done is played with the hard bit until they succumbed.” Her lips quivered. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Apparently so.” Travis cupped her chin and covered her lips with his own. She trembled, her kiss back weak and restrained. “Someone’s coming up the stairs, Ellie. At least pretend like we’re getting along.”

His fingers toyed with her corset strings as he leaned in again. Her lips soft, she brushed them ever so lightly against his. A creak in the floorboards cured her tame manner, and his eyes widened as her tongue invaded his mouth. Sweet and alluring, he pressed in. Travis had no intention of bedding her but his dick had other ideas. The corset strings came loose as the door to their room started to open. His pistol came out and was cocked before the door finished widening. Nash stood there with his gun, sweat and blood trickling on his face.

“Well, well. Need another lesson in manners, son?” Travis clenched his jaw. Ellie slipped to her knees for cover.

“Ain’t fair, Boss. I seen her first.”

“Are you making a fuss or are you aiming to end up in the Boot Yard?” Travis never moved an inch. The world around him slowed as he stared down the cold steel of his weapon. Nash, on the other hand, shook like a man possessed. “The devil got you, son.”

Footsteps pounded in the hallway and Buck came in view. “Come on.” He tugged on Nash’s arm. “You’re going to get dead, real quick. Sorry, Boss. He’s had a few too many.”

Travis reached in his pocket and produced a silver coin. “Find another one, boy.” Nash scrambled for the coin. “Knock on my door with your foolishness again and you’ll be suffering a bout of lead poisoning.”

“I’ll take care of him, Boss. Don’t you worry.” Buck grinned and shut the door.

Travis blew out a breath and eased the trigger back. Gun barrel to his temple, he relished the coolness.

“Would you have shot him?” Ellie glanced up.

“Yes.” Travis nodded. “But my gun’s not loaded and hasn’t been since I got here.” A terrible habit Carter had taught him to stay out of trouble should he drink too much. Most men, he explained, didn’t have the courage to shoot when confronted. Travis could bluff all day with Nash. The man had a yellow streak a mile wide on his back.

“I owe you, mister.” Ellie smoothed her hands over his buckskin trousers before unhooking the buttons.

“No need for that, Ellie.” Even as his words left his mouth, his cock stiffened.

“I’d say yer pulling my leg, mister.” She giggled. With the last button free, she grasped his hardened shaft.


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New Release: Cuffed and Collared

I had plans, long ago, to have this story ready for the Uniform Anthology but as things go I had two problems–time and this one needed to be contemporary. Not that I loathe contemporary, I just love a paranormal/urban fantasy flair. If I’m honest, the time was the killer. Between cleaning up after three furballs and an exhausting schedule at work, I had no energy to put words to paper or computer screen. Granted, I had releases but I love being an Evernight Author. So, I finished this puppy up and really it’s about time I put out another m/m novel.


by Kastil Eavenshade

published 09 March 2015

by Evernight Publishing


A creature born in sin and debauchery, Markus Theo doesn’t care which orifice sates his incubus lust. After all, in the city’s lower echelon no one pays attention to a petty thief sucking on souls so long as his victims remain breathing—until a sexy half-incubus cop cuffs him to table for more than questioning. A prison cell is the least of his worries when tempting Detective Leo Vincent collars him and ignites a hunger like no other. Something stirs beyond the carnal greed and one kiss brands his damned soul.

Lost in a world of submission and sin, Markus will do anything for his lover—even infiltrate the underbelly of an incubus crime operation. He never expects to confront a piece of his past that could destroy everything. Torn between losing Leo or his anonymity, Markus prepares to sacrifice his freedom for the one man he truly loves.

I glanced at the cop in the corner. His eyes never met mine but his hand wavered near his gun. I slumped in the chair, regarding the person in front of me. The detective also wore a gun at his side. Could I possibly beguile him and start a skirmish between the two? If I got lucky, someone would come in to break them up and I could slip out, but what then? By his build, I’d rather use my abilities to have him under the table in blow job city. However, that broke my “no cop” rule.

“Here’s the thing.” I tapped the papers. “These don’t exist.” My tone was low, meant only for him. I stared into his eyes, letting my natural pheromones saturate the air. “In fact, you’ve never seen them before.”

He sat back, his jaw unhinged. As I opened my mouth for the killing blow, he laughed at me.

What had just happened?

“Thing is, your latest fuck toy told me what you are and, well…” He stood and walked over to my side of the table, laying his filthy hands on my shoulders. “I’m part incubus so none of your tricks are going to work on me.” He whispered in my ear. “Why do you think I took the case? I’m the only one who remembers those two other cases in front of you.”

He moved back to his side of the table. Cold washed over me and I prepared myself for the fate in front of me were I to return to prison. Gnawing hunger and never getting enough soul sucking to control the ache. The detective snapped his fingers and the cop went to the door, tapping a few times. The door opened and he exited, leaving me and the half-breed alone.

“Just so you know, you didn’t have to lower your voice. No one is behind the glass and Officer Bergon was under my control.” He laced his fingers together. His tongue wet his lips and I imagined him using his cuffs to restrain me for an unlawful carnal fuck. Thoughts I tried quickly to purge.

“So get this over with.” I pushed the papers back to him. My mind refused to eradicate how damn sexy he was. Now wasn’t the time for temptation with incarceration on the line.

“Not that simple. Your fuck toy that turned you in? I’ve been watching him for a long time. I thought you were an interesting part of the puzzle—an incubus stealing to pay for a small taste of such a small soul when you could have fed on better.”

“I have fed on better.” I spat to the side. “How about we get to the meat of why you have me in here. You know … brother,” I pointed to me, “to half-wannabe.” My finger swung his way.

He spread out his arms. “Donnie Peterson has more than you on his roster. The man you saw him with when you got arrested? Just another one of his pawns like you.”

“I’m no one’s pawn.”

“You’re going to be everyone’s pawn if you don’t drop the attitude and listen up.” He pounded the table.

Good cop and bad cop all rolled into one hot mess. I’d have been lying to myself if I didn’t give him credit for being a tasty treat. If no one was truly watching, I’d be wishing he’d slam me down on this table and show me how big his cock was. As my thoughts ran wild, I caught a dark glower growing in his eyes as his pupils enlarged. So, I could affect him.

“Are you saying you want to save my ass from being the latest buffet line in county? I mean, if you’re here and know what I am, then you know exactly where to put me to make my life hell.”

“I want you to find out who is the king to the bishop you’ve been dealing with.”

“Donnie works for someone else?”

He chuckled. “You never noticed his many trips?”

“I never cared. Not like he’s the only fuck in town. He was just a good steady hook up without the hassle.” I inspected my fingernails. “If I help you, what’s going to give me what I need to have a clear conscience?” And a clear record without any proof left lying around for the next half-breed asshole. It was bad for one in my line of work to be tied to a cop. I did have some morals, however loose they may be.

“Only if you listen to exactly what I tell you.”

I pondered his arrangement. I had no issue playing the part of a sub, if that was what he was implying. The matter, however, of Donnie was my problem. I wanted to get back at him for what he’d attempted to do. I couldn’t pay that little bitch back behind bars.

“And if you release me how does that work exactly? Donnie knows you arrested me. He thinks I’m gone and not his problem anymore.”

“He has no idea you got picked up.” The detective grinned. Sneaky incognito man in blue had covered all his tracks, so it seemed.

“You’re a piece of work.” Okay, I’d be lying if I didn’t want to fuck him. Was he releasing pheromones to beguile me? I shook my head at the thought. “Deal.”

He nodded. “My name is Leo Vincent. I’m going to bring you out the back way and you’re going to waltz back in the front and ask for me. Tell them you have information on Donnie Peterson.”

“And then what?”

He stood and leaned in. “Then I’m going to fuck you like you’ve been fantasizing this whole time.”

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