Visitor Today is Avril Ashton!


My daughter just turned eight. She’s grown, in that way that you alternate between thinking it’s totally cute and being frightened by just how much they know at such a young age. The entire year she’s been telling me and her dad what she wanted for her birthday.

Where she wanted to go and what she wanted to eat.

Her birthday is at the end of September so she began a countdown in August.

Everyday she’d point to the calendar on the wall. “Look, four more weeks. Don’t forget.”

Not that we could.

She’s pretty independent, has her likes and dislikes down pat, so when we tried to dissuade her from her first choice of where she wanted to go for her birthday dinner, she was having none of it.

We didn’t try too hard though. I mean, the chick gets whatever she wants.

Not by my doing, mind you.

Her birthday dawned on a rainy Friday. She had school and needless to say she was not pleased. I was quite proud to not give in to the pleas to stay home. Her daddy made her the biggest birthday sign and hung it above her mirror; it was the first things she saw when she opened her eyes that morning.

The smiles stayed on her face until the school bus pulled up in front our house, but it was back on her face again when she came home later that day. She got to dress in her favorite purple dress—one of her signature colors—and finally go where she wanted to go all year

The smile on her face?



Far From the Usual Blurb

He’s her ex’s brother, yet Arden Windham aches to be in Cam Mercer’s arms. The man is rude and obnoxious, his blue eyes cold and unfeeling, but he makes her body melt. Being with ex-con Cam is nowhere in her plans, not if she wants the affection she’s worked so hard to gain from her overbearing father. Still, Cam’s touch is unlike anything she’s ever felt and Arden finds herself having to choose between her wants and her needs.

Cameron Mercer is his family’s black sheep, a man apart. For six months he watched Arden waste her time with his twin and now she’s free, he’s not waiting another minute. He’s on a campaign to get her off the tight rope she’s been walking. There’s a rebel behind that smooth façade and he’s on a mission to set Arden free. Too bad she insists on putting up a fight.


Excerpt 18+

“All done, Mr. Mercer?”

“Yeah, you’re good to go.” He held her gaze, heating her skin under all that ice as he quoted his price.

“Great.” She broke eye contact and fumbled with her purse. “I assume cash is acceptable?” At his curt nod she counted out the appropriate amount plus a nice tip and handed it over. “Thank you for your prompt service.”

He stared at her then flipped his gaze to the money in her hand and backed away without taking it.

“What the hell?” Arden scrambled out of the car, cursing those damned heels as they sank into the soft ground. Rain pelted her in the face as she yelled after Cam. “What the fuck is your problem?”

He ignored her and she kicked off her heels and raced after him. Grabbing his arm, she tugged.

“What the hell is your problem with me, Mr. Mercer?” She brushed wet hair from her eyes and glared up at him. “Did I kill your puppy or something?”

He shrugged and her gaze darted to those shoulders.


“I don’t like you,” he said.

What? Arden gaped up at him. She would never cop to how her chest felt like he’d sliced her open. “Everybody likes me.”

He laughed in her face. “You’re a spoiled, entitled rich kid.”

Where the hell did he get off? “You don’t know me.” She poked him in the chest. “You don’t know shit about me, so you have no right to judge me.”

Water dripped from his hood and down his chin. “My brother knew, right? And it seems he had enough of you.”

“Motherfucker!” She lifted her hand to punch him in the freaking nose, but Cam grabbed her wrists. She fought him, kicking at his shins.

“Get your hands off me, you son of a bitch.”

He lifted her off her feet and brought her down on the hood of his truck. Arden struggled as he grabbed her nape and brought their heads close.

“Does daddy know how dirty his little girl’s mouth is?” His lips brushed her ear and Arden shivered.

Damn. She struggled harder but his vice grip held her immobile. Rain poured, wetting her tight white dress, molding it to her skin.

“Did my brother get any of those dirty words or are they all for me?” His fingers at her nape tightened. His bulky frame covered her vision and Arden inhaled his scent of clean soap and anger. Her nipples beaded.

She tried sliding out from under his hold, but only succeeded in sprawling backward on the truck’s wet hood. Lifting her hands, she clutched his arms.

“Cam.” She heard the whimper in her voice, but rejected it. She didn’t whimper.

He lifted his head, met her eyes, and her tremors started. His fingers at her nape flexed. The coolness in his eyes bled away, leaving only heat. Leaving only flames.

“No.” She shook her head. It wasn’t right, but her cunt was all slippery. He didn’t like her, but she tightened her grip on his forearm. “You don’t like me.”

His lips curved, his hold on her slackened and Arden scrambled away, nearly falling to the ground in her attempt to get away.

Cam grabbed her hand, yanked her into his chest.

Arden held her breath to avoid breathing in his musk.

“I don’t have to like you to want you, Princess.”

She was burning up, melting, but Arden gathered her strength and pushed at his chest. “I don’t like you, either, Mr. Mercer. Nor do I want you.” Oh, God. She couldn’t even convince herself.

He chuckled, blue eyes flashing. “Liar. I’ve seen it in your eyes, Princess. You think I don’t know you’ve been avoiding me?”

“Shut up! Shut up!” She squeezed her eyes shut, panting. He knew. God.  She should leave, walk away, but there was a strange buzzing in her ear, her heart thudded in her chest, and her pussy was all kinds of hungry.

Wet fingers grazed her cheek, cupped her jaw. His hot breath fanned across her face. Arden forced herself not to inhale, not to move, not to moan. Soft, firm lips brushed against hers, feather light. Barely there. She sucked in a breath, reached for him, but he’d already moved back.

Away from her.

His gaze was hard, inscrutable. “If you want it then I’ve got it, Princess.”

She swallowed, coughed. “No.” Arden shook her head, the lie burning her tongue. “I don’t want it.” She straightened her wet dress and turned her back, walking back to her car.

Cam raced after her. “I’m not alone in this attraction, Princess. You can’t hide from it and me forever.”

She heard the words but chose to ignore them. He had no idea what the hell he was saying. This wasn’t an attraction, merely a lack in judgment. Arden bent over, digging out her heels from under a pile of mud with a grimace. “I have to go.”

He grabbed her arm. “The road is blocked because of an accident. No one is coming down this way, you’ll have to take the long way home.”

She stared down at his hand on her arm. “I should thank you, I guess. Right now, I just need to get dry. And drunk.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What are you trying to forget?”

“A lot.”



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About Avril

l always wanted to have a sexy bio, one to reflect who I am, but after drawing a blank, l could only come up with: I eat cake and I read books…ooh, and I write ‘em too. No one liked it and after massive peer-pressure and pouting, I managed something more…suitable?

A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y with a tolerant Spousal Equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing plot points of The Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother

Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.



Friend Avril on:!/AvrilAsh



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24 responses to “Visitor Today is Avril Ashton!

  1. Melinda

    Can’t wait to read this.

  2. I can not wait to read this one either!!! I love all the great gifts we get for Mikela and Ambers Birthday Blog!!! Thank you for stopping by and sharing with us.

  3. Jen

    A child’s smile is always priceless. It’s amazing what a good feeling it brings a parent. Thanks for your birthday story and for the story blurb; it sounds great and I will definitely be checking it out!

  4. LOL Thanks guys, yep it’s nice to see that smile on their faces, Jen

  5. Evi

    I am so getting that book it sounds so interesting the blurb sucked me in and I gotta know what happened next… thanks!

  6. Zeneida

    OH I want to know what is going to happens next. Thanks for the except.

  7. Deborah H

    Can’t wait to read this. It sounds really good.

  8. authorrainedelight

    Love the birthday story and it is wonderful to see smiles on your kids, knowing they are happy. 🙂

    Loved the sound of this one.

  9. TerriA

    Looking at the world through your children’s eyes makes everything brighter. The blurb sounds great.They’re both prickly,makes it interesting.

  10. Krista

    Thanks for sharing. Loved your birthday story. I remember a few of my childrens view of the world.

  11. devon

    So far this month is off to a great start with all these new (to me) authors…cant wait for some Xmas money 🙂

  12. Marie A

    Thank you for the story:) Happy thoughts:)

  13. Erika S.

    Thanks for sharing. But tell us, where did she want to eat dinner? 🙂
    And thanks for stopping by, I love Amber introducing us to new authors. Yay!

  14. Jessica Hale

    lovely story 🙂

  15. Nae

    Birthdays are awesome, Thanks for sharing. And your excerpt is hot!

  16. Ann Q

    I have not read any of your books yet, but, after reading that excerpt, that is about to change.

  17. Tera

    Sweet story thank you for sharing.

  18. chickie434

    Thanks for the excerpt, I love your books!

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