Wednesday, December 31, 2014

What a year!

I wasn't sure how to start this. I just knew that I wanted to--had to-- say something.
This year, 2014, has been a wild ride for me. Hell, for all of us, no doubt.
I had not one, but two books soar into the top 30's on Amazon, wrote over 3 novels and 7 novellas, got accepted into Novelists Inc, and made more new friends and fans than I ever dreamed of!
All of this wouldn't be possible without you guys. Those of you who buy my books, who talk about how you enjoy them... the reviews you leave, the promo images, the book trailers... everything you do has put me where I am.
For that, I am eternally grateful.
I hope 2015 can be anywhere NEAR as great as this year was.
Tonight, I'll drink and cheer and remember fondly the fantastic milestones I have seen with you all at my side.
Thank you so much.
If there was a bigger, better word for how I feel...
I'd use it.
Happy New Year!


Sunday, November 30, 2014

Last of the Bad Boys --Preview!

Coming soon! Go add it on Goodreads! :)

My name is Huxton. Huck, for short. Yes. I know you're already making the connection. I've heard every sing-song title and ridiculous joke there is. Huck, it rhymes with fuck. And isn't that just poetic?
It had also been prophetic. Fitting. A name and a teasing rhyme that said volumes about my life. All I'd ever been good at was fighting and fucking. I excelled at both. It chased me and I chased it back. Years of the same routine.
Some people would get bored of all the action.
Those people weren't me. --Last of the Bad Boys, Coming soon!!

Monday, November 24, 2014

For the Bond -- the final book -- is LIVE!

From USA TODAY Bestselling Author Nora Flite -- the final book in Beyond Blood

Getting close to her was a mistake. Dammit.
I shouldn't crave the woman I can't have. Marina is so tempting, so cruel.
Keeping her puts everything at risk.
But losing her will be the death of me.
I'll do whatever it takes to find a way to save her.
She belongs to us. No matter how this has to end...
Marina will always be ours.

Monday, November 17, 2014

For the Fight (Beyond Blood, #2) is LIVE

From USA TODAY Bestselling Author Nora Flite-- the second book in Beyond Blood, a multi-part series:

I shouldn't have let them kiss me

When I'm near Kite and Jacob, the world shrinks. I ache for their skilled hands and warm tongues. I should be thinking about my revenge, but it's so hard to focus. This is true addiction.
I can't pick a favorite, I want them both.
Maybe I don't have to choose.
Pressed between two seductive men, lost in bliss, everything feels so amazing. Perfect.
Too bad I know it won't last.
I've figured out their plan. Death is waiting for me at the end of this.
Being brave used to be easy. I had nothing left to lose.
Why did they have to go and change that?

Author's Note-- Cliffhanger! The final book will be released soon. This is NOT a Love Triangle!
Genre: Romantic suspense. Contains explicit, erotic scenes and themes of violence/mature situations.
The second book in the Beyond Blood Series
Approximately 190 pages

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Killer Thursday Update

Because I have too much time on my hands between writing two books. :p

Friday, October 10, 2014

For the Thrill Chapter Excerpt!

Hi guys! So here's a little treat: The prologue of For the Thrill! It comes out 11/08/14, go add it on Goodreads to see more updates and sexy promo images!

Prepare yourself for an intense ride, this book is full of smoking hot hitmen and a curvy, confident woman who maaaaybe doesn't know what she's walked into. ;)

- Prologue-

When I think of summer, I always picture blue skies and sprinklers. No clouds, sweat on my throat and an Italian ice numbing my tongue. That was what it meant for me. That was the ideal.
So today, on a June Friday in the park, surrounded by smiling faces and with the weight of a gun in my pocket?
Well. It was pretty much perfect.
Don't get the wrong idea. The gun and the happy people aren't related in the way you think. I'm not a crazed mass shooter. I do have some morals. Some reason.
Right then, that reason was dressed in faded jeans and walking eight yards ahead of me. Thin as a rail, the man looked distinctly like he never ate. The hotdog he held was out of place in his bony fingers. He turned too fast, ketchup staining his neck collar. That red splotch was foreboding.
I wasn't worried he'd notice me. I didn't duck or dive or anything so ridiculous. Surrounded by the crowd that had gathered for the marathon, I was essentially invisible.
A ghost.
You spot him yet?” The voice buzzed in my ear, feeding through my bluetooth earpiece. Those things had gone out of style sooner then they'd been released, but it was the only way Jacob could reach me. Plus, secretly? I suspect he thought they were cool.
Reaching up, I acted like I was scratching my nose. I never took my attention off of my target. “Just enjoying the sun at this point,” I whispered. “Hope you're not bored over there without me.”
Jacob snorted. “Race is about to start.” He paused, a smile coating his voice. “Sorry you'll miss the action.”
Now you're just trying to be clever,” I said. Lowering my chin, I tightened my grip on my gun. The target—sorry, I guess I should use his name—Frank had changed directions. The way he was moving, heading towards the start of the marathon where Jacob was... I'd need to adjust my route. “How long, exactly?”
The earpiece crackled. I pictured Jacob, weeding closer to the starting line. “Announcer is out there, everyone is in position and doing that leg-stretch thing they always do. Fifteen seconds, max.”
In my chest, my heart was starting its familiar music. All drums, all going full tempo. Cutting across the grass, I took long steps to make sure I could get in front of Frank. Timing was everything, anyone who said otherwise was just waving away their own fuck ups. “Count down for me when his hand is up,” I said. It was a hushed demand. No one around me would hear.
Frank was slowing, his eyes—everyone's eyes—pointing at the end of the park. I could see the milling group of runners, the packed sidelines. I couldn't see Jacob, but I didn't try to. I was stuck like a magnet on Frank's approaching figure.
I'd been behind him earlier, now I'd circled in front.
Four seconds,” Jacob stated flatly.
A cool darkness settled over me. It crawled from my belly upwards, then out; it made my fingers tingle on the gun. Frank wasn't seeing me, he'd slowed on the path. The hotdog hovered by his lips. The last thing he'd ever eat.
I never blinked, my lungs didn't even flex. One breath was all I needed.
Three,” the voice said in my ear. I guided the Ruger from my inner pocket. “Two,” Jacob insisted, and I sensed his excitement—like he could see through my skull and experience what I was about to. He hadn't said it directly, but how could he not be envious? This was it, this was the epitome of our years in this business. Minutes from now, everything changes.
It always amazed me, the way a single second could stretch like chewed gum, going as far as your arms could spread before finally snapping.
Clear headed, I switched off everything but the hyper-senses I needed to execute the final steps. “It's up,” Jacob said. “Go now.”
Frank grunted, turning my way when I bumped into him. My nerves were at their peak, I could taste the battery acid on my tongue. It always started that way, an acrid burn that reminded me of what I was about to do.
The tip of the suppressor jammed into the man's chest. I aimed without looking; I knew exactly where the heart was. He met my stare, and I wondered—as I always did—what his final thought would be. “Bang,” Jacob whispered in my ear.
A thunder-crack, all eyes were on the runners as the announcer's pistol went off. No one was watching me, no one saw or heard my silenced weapon fire simultaneously. And no one would see my lashes flutter with the thrill. Fuck, I thought to myself. That rush. That fucking rush. Nothing compared to this. Nothing from this bland world, anyway.
Believe me. I've tried every other high.
In my palm, the recoil was negligible. The casing clinked in the brass catcher, confirming I'd leave no evidence on the scene beyond the slug in Frank's flesh. I used the most common twenty-two caliber bullets in existence. The authorities could never match it, or know where to begin to try.
Frank stood there, too shocked to respond. He didn't even drop his hotdog. I didn't linger, the gun was back in my pocket and I was already walking past. Four seconds, that was all it had taken to erase another human being. So easy—too easy. Killing was what I was good at, it was simpler than opening a beer bottle.
Long legs, calm strides, I strolled over the plush grass towards the street. I was in no hurry. The job was done.
I was at the front gate before I heard the first scream.
How did it feel?” Jacob asked me.
My grip uncoiled from the weapon. I smoothed the sweat from my neck. My brain was thrumming with a gallon of endorphins. “You know how.”
For a second, he was quiet. “No,” he said softly. “Not the kill. The fact it was your last one.”
Raising my eyes, I judged the brilliant blue sky and beaming sun. Sirens were coming in the distance; someone had called for an ambulance. It was no good, of course. How does it feel to know that was my last hit? I mulled it over, judged what the right answer was.
Jacob and I, we'd known each other for close to forever. We'd been kids, the first day he'd seen me alone on an empty playground and changed both our lives by walking over. If I could be fully honest with anyone, it was him.
That was what it meant to be Blood Brothers.
Anticlimactic,” I said, ducking into the subway station. “Feels weird to imagine that was it. Is that strange?” I didn't let him answer. “But it's over. That was always the plan, right?”
The reception fuzzed below ground. Either I'd lost him, or he'd decided to bite his tongue. “Yeah,” he eventually said. “That was the plan. Hey. Let's celebrate tonight, okay?”
Yeah.” I slipped into the subway cart. “Let's go big tonight. Make some memories.”
Jacob chuckled. “See you at the bar, Kite.”
Sure thing,” I said. The earpiece clicked; radio silence. If I was right, Jacob would go all out for us both. He'd want to spend money, fill our bellies with alcohol and our lusts with women.
Lots of women, I hoped. Finishing a contract gave me a primal ache to bury my mouth and cock in some sweet skin. My—our—last contract. I guess it's good it went smoothly, but shit. Smoking an old man in a park is a little... unsatisfying. I'd told Jacob the word was 'anticlimactic.' That nailed it, alright.
In the mostly empty cart, I leaned on the window. It was yellowish in the tunnels, my reflection smudged and wobbling. Watching it, I recalled the summer day above me. The green grass, the smell of life. The sound of another man's final moments.
In my pocket, the gun barrel was still warm.


One two three four five. I walked the line, gliding my fingertips over the necks of every top-shelf bottle I owned. Their perfect symmetry, the way you could hold one and feel the weight of it. Quality.
Kite had never questioned me about the purchases. The guy never even peeked at an order slip. He didn't like paperwork, and he trusted me to take care of everything.
I didn't mind.
It meant I got to buy what I wanted.
Turning, I counted the bottles in the well behind the bar. A single twist, I could tell if they needed to be topped off. The liquid quivered from my prodding, sloshing beneath the single metal band that would say if the amount was right or not.
Aha, I mused silently. Pulling a bottle of vodka into the air, I held it to the light. It was a fraction lower than the marking. Gripping the stopper, the tip a razor edge of metal that could cut an unsuspecting finger or gouge out an eye—if used right—I started to refill it.
I can take care of that, Mister Fallow!”
Glancing sideways, I noticed the waifish, creamy skinned bartender—Anabelle. I was probably giving her a heart attack, doing her job like I was. “It's nothing,” I said gently. Replacing the bottle, I lingered on the pointed tip. “I just like to have things a certain way.”
Her smile was hesitant, but she rounded the bar to join me behind it. In her low-cut opal top and a pair of needed-to-be-oiled-to-fit-leather-shorts, she would have blended in better at a nightclub than next to me.
Our bar draws a gritty crowd, but I liked to dress a certain way. What can I say? Give me a fitted business shirt and a dark suit-jacket any day of the week. No one ever said anything about it—besides Kite, of course. We both owned the Corner Velvet bar, but only I acted the part.
Adjusting my sleeves, I peeled the dove-grey material back to check my watch. “We open in twenty minutes, Anabelle. It's Friday, remember that.”
Sure sure,” she said cheerfully. Brushing her long hair back into a tail, she nodded at the door. “You uh, want me to tell you when Mister Lawson arrives?”
Kite's last name was unfairly misleading. “No. Just hand me a bottle of whiskey.” I didn't say which one. I didn't need to.
Anabelle grabbed the fat bottle of Johnny Walker Blue, slapping it into my open palm. Her pencil-thin eyebrows dipped low. “Everything okay?”
I cradled the bottle protectively to my side. “Certainly. We're just celebrating tonight, that's all.”
Her unease shifted, teeth bright in the overhead lamps. “Really! What's the occasion?”
I looked over her head to the door. Kite was pushing through, dressed in jeans and an over-washed green shirt. He'd changed out of his clothes from earlier. “Call it the end of an era,” I said evasively. Ignoring her baffled stare, I approached Kite.
Pulling up short by the door, he looked straight at the Johnny Walker. “Is that for me?”
Thought you might need it,” I chuckled. Holding it out, I let him take it. The tattoos across his knuckles stood out, stark from how fiercely he choked the neck of the whiskey. “How are you feeling?”
Balancing the bottle on his palm, he gave me a wry smile. “Like you've let me down. This isn't enough alcohol to call this a celebration.”
Laughing, I patted his shoulder and guided him towards a quiet corner. “The night hasn't even started.” Our bar was big, all dark wood and rich blue booths. We knew the area, the kind of crowd who spent their money in this corner of the city. New York was full of young people who were burnt out from trying to 'make it.' They wanted to go crazy and lose themselves in drink and noise.
It was the crowd we preferred.
I know, I know. Hitmen are supposed to live quiet, subtle lives so no one catches them. The movies enjoy portraying it that way, at least.
I'd like to justify our actions, our love for alcohol and sin and sweating, screaming girls. I could say it was fine, we aren't killers anymore. That we're free of the burden. Safe.
But that would be wrong in two ways.
First, we'd partied like this since the day we came into money. Could we be blamed for that? After years of struggling and scraping, we suddenly had more cash than we'd ever imagined. Who wouldn't have gone a little overboard? The reality is we got hooked on the lifestyle and never came back down. Over time, I think we both got worse.
As for number two... we were still killers. We'd always be killers. That doesn't just wash off of you. The only thing that had changed—as of today—was we didn't take contracts anymore.
Frank had been our last.
The bottle thunked onto the center of the table. Kite uncapped it, taking a long pull right from the opening. He sighed through his nose, pushing the whiskey to me. Lifting my eyebrows, I nudged it back to him pointedly. Kite took the hint, swallowing another mouthful. “Good?” I asked.
Burns like hell,” he chuckled.
Right. So, good.” My smile didn't reach my eyes, neither did his. Kite wasn't acting like himself. I knew today would weigh heavily on us both, but I didn't want to think about the why of it. We'd finally done what we'd vowed at the start. Five years of contracts, get the money and set ourselves up. It was never supposed to be long term.
Who wants to be a murderer forever?
Staring at Kite, studying how he twisted the bottle on the table, I was now wondering. I couldn't lie, it had been an exciting life. There were ups and downs, but the ups... the ups made you soar like nothing else.
The buzz you could get from whiskey would pale when compared to pulling a trigger.
Reaching over, I took the bottle and forced some down my throat. It really did burn. Wiping my mouth, I stared at him over the rim. “Everything is fine.”
He sat up, fingers curling on the edge of the table. “I know that, Jacob. Stop acting like I'm depressed.”
Stop pouting like a sad puppy,” I countered. Kite narrowed his eyes on me, but there was no threat. Keeping my face emotionless, I forced the whiskey back into his hand. He didn't have to take it, I couldn't make his fingers close on the neck... but they did. “I know you, Kite. I know you better than anyone.”
Wrinkling his nose, he shot his eyes away. “Then you know I don't want to go into this.”
The fact that there is a this—”
Dammit, Jacob!” he snapped, gesturing at me with the bottle. “How can there not be a—fuck, a this, a whatever!” Lowering his tone, he leaned towards me. In the red lamps, those black eyes resembled fresh blood. “It was a big deal. I didn't want it to be, but it was. Imagining that it's done just makes me feel so...”
When he didn't finish, I linked my hands on the table. “So empty? So stale?”
He actually flinched, a smile slow to grow. This one was genuine. “Yeah. Of course you know what I mean. I'm acting like this is all about me, but it's the same for you... isn't it?”
His question was a plea; a hint of something vulnerable in a man who could cut a life short as fast as his hand could close on a weapon. Kite had that side to him, a sensitivity that was out of place. It made the cruel half of him more shocking. People never got to see both sides, of course.
Just me.
Yes,” I said flatly. “It's the same for me. Kite, it's okay to admit it. Thinking that it's all done... it's weird, but it's for the best. We'll be able to pay off this bar in a few years without gaining any suspicion, and we'll be living the high life until we're too old to get our dicks hard enough to take advantage of it.”
His laugh took him by surprise. Kite couldn't resist copying my grin. I knew what cheered him up. “I'll never be that old,” he snorted. “Speaking of which, this place better get busy tonight.” Another gulp of whiskey, and when the bottle came down, Kite looked the way he normally did. That dark humor, those knowing eyes and sharp smile.
Yes. This was better.
It's Friday night in downtown New York,” I said. Taking the bottle, I sipped it. If I felt the fuzz of alcohol in my brain, Kite had to as well. “When has it not gotten busy in here?”
Chuckling, he jumped from his seat and brushed back his short, copper hair. “Fair point. If all else fails,” he said, pointing at Anabelle. “I'll just wet my appetite in familiar waters.”
Rolling my eyes, I turned my chair, reclined it. “She's seen you take hundreds of girls into the back, I don't get why she puts up with you.”
Because I'm good with my hands.” Winking, Kite cracked his back. He stood over me, suddenly hesitant—waiting to speak. I was patient. I always had been. “Things are really going to change now, aren't they?” he asked.
Yes. They have to.”
His lips tightened. “Are you worried it won't be as good?”
What won't be...?” I trailed off; I knew what he was saying. Life, will life be as good without the plotting and killing and violence. I spoke without mulling too hard. “We made a promise, Kite.”
He switched hands with the bottle. For an instant, it was a club. “Fuck the promise, I'm asking if you're worried the way I am. That life will be boring now. Forever.”
I couldn't answer that. It was a challenge to imagine a world where we didn't witness that flicker—that light—vanishing from someone's eyes. Saying it, though? That would lay too much credibility to the idea that the two of us were sinister creatures.
Was it possible to miss the adrenalin high of murder and still claim some humanity?
Kite spared me. “Forget it,” he sighed, looking over my head. Turning, I saw what he did; a crowd was forming, eager half-dressed women who were ready to have some fun. Slamming the bottle onto the table, he gave me a gentle shove. “It doesn't matter. I'm ready to give this 'celebrating' thing a fucking shot.”
I said... something. It was a pointless, encouraging babble to make him believe I would forget what he'd asked me. That was what we both liked to do. Enough substances in your brain, your veins, and you could forget all sorts of junk. At least, for a little while.
Glancing over, I studied the Johnny Walker. Half the bottle of whiskey was gone. Yes, if we wanted to try and emulate that bloodlust of a high...
Well. We'd need much more alcohol than this.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

For The Thrill-- Cover Reveal and Promo!

Coming Soon!!

What happens when two hitmen agree to share you?

Blood Brothers. The term means everything.
Kite and I aren't related, but our oath goes deeper than family. We've seen and done horrific things. One rule keeps us from destroying each other: Share everything.
So when little miss curves and confidence swings her hips into our lives... Well. The rule can't change. I already said it.
We share everything.
That includes Marina.

Hitmen. The damn title is scalded into our bones.
We figured we could escape it. Who could possibly dig up our past? Marina... she seemed so sweet, until she stared me in the eye and told me what she wanted.
Murdering someone—it's not so hard. Jacob and I could pull it off without blinking.
So what's the problem?
She wants to be the one to pull the damn trigger.

Vengeance. It's the only thing I'm after.
Jacob and Kite don't trust me. It doesn't matter. I'll do whatever it takes to see the light fade from that monster's eyes. I know their secret, that makes me a risk. I was prepared for anything. Or so I thought.
Killers aren't suppose to be so sexy and enticing and... dammit.
Two men want to share my heart.
But I can't risk my one shot at revenge.

Friday, October 3, 2014

Hard Body Rock Audio Book now available!

Hi guys! After a few months of work with an amazing narrator, Hard Body Rock is finally available over on Audible! It'll show up on Amazon and iTunes very soon! Go listen to the sample and grab a copy, it's killer!

Monday, September 22, 2014

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Watch Me Fall Snippet Preview

A Tiny Snippet from Watch Me Fall

Noel's smile was precarious. It wanted to run off of her lips. “You're not dangerous.”

Thump thump... thump. Oh, how the claws shredded me. “Noel, you have no idea what I am.” Gingerly, I ran my hands down her arms. She shivered, tried to step closer to me; my abrupt grip froze her a foot away. “You must have felt it before. The day you came here alone, that first time.”

Had she blinked in the last minute? “That morning—you were just going to kiss me then, too.” A drop of sweat pooled in her collar bone. “Why would you ever hurt me?”

The answer spilled out. “I don't know.” Bending forward, I licked the dimple at the base of her neck. “I just know I want to.”

Under my tongue, the girl moaned. The sound turned my cock rock solid. Reaching up, she wrapped her fingers around my forearms; her nails dug in. In those pure blue eyes, the stability she wore during class—her serenity during ballet—dared me to keep going. “I don't believe you,” she said flatly.

Shutting my eyes, I bent down and inhaled along her temple. Under my lips, her flesh throbbed. “No?” I asked, easing my claws off of her. Cupping her jaw, I nuzzled the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Would you like me to prove it to you?”

Her shiver was tangible. “If you were going to hurt me, I could feel it.”

“Oh, Noel,” I sighed. Tilting her chin up, I smiled at her uncertainty. “By the time you feel it, it'll be too late.”

It sounded like she swallowed an entire apple. “Then show me.”

Her dare spoke volumes about her. Noel must have sensed something was off about me. And still, she was as weak to the tingles in her belly as I was to mine. That bravery was exhilarating. How far could I push her before she tried to bail?

How long until my porcelain dancer became dust?

--Watch Me Fall, COMING 9/22/14

Monday, June 2, 2014

I am a big dork-- but I love Pepper Winters

For real. This was such a good moment for me today! :)

Only Pretend and Twisted Together-- close enough to kiss!
It's like, hey. She's kind of my favorite author ever.
Time to roll around blushing and giggling for hours!

Only Pretend is LIVE!

Only Pretend is LIVE!!
(And on sale for a limited time!)

Go grab a copy on Amazon or B&N! :D I hope you guys enjoy it! It was a blast to write, even if it made me wonder how twisted I might actually be.

We're all a LITTLE dark inside, though. Aren't we? ;)

Sunday, May 25, 2014

New Dark Romance Novel: Only Pretend COMING 6/2/14

In secret, I finished a new novel.

I have to warn you guys.

It is REALLY f'ing dark.

It's coming out on June 2nd. I'll be sending a sneak-peek preview in my newsletter this week, so keep an eye out for it! You can also add it over on Goodreads and get notified when it goes live, or see some neat promos! :) Take care, have a good weekend guys!


Saturday, May 3, 2014

True Body Rock is OUT!

From USA Today Bestselling Author Nora Flite comes the final book in the Body Rock series:
He never wanted to look back:

I've always run from my past. It's what keeps me sane; whole.
But what if not facing it means losing the girl I love?

Telling her the truth must sound so simple.

It's a request that could leave me more broken--more hollow and wrecked--than ever before.

She never saw it coming:


Answers answers god damn answers.

How far do I have to go to find out what I need? To get to the bottom of the filth and finally find the real person waiting? The man behind those delicious green eyes and intoxicating lips?

If Drezden won't talk to me...
I'll find someone who will.

But why does it feel like they're the one who's been waiting for me?

Genre: New Adult Rockstar Romance
This is the fourth and final installment of the Body Rock Series

29,000 words

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Working on Book 4 of the Body Rock series

Hi guys!

I know you've all been asking when book 4 of the Body Rock series is coming out! I love how excited you are. :)

Just wanted to say don't worry, I'm working on book 4 as we speak. I tentatively expect it to be out sometime in May, so the wait shouldn't be too long.

This is set to be the end of the main Drezden and Lola storyline. Don't fret though! So many of you have expressed interest in the other members of the band, as well as Lola's brother, Sean. I have some ideas for some spin-offs that I think would really add to the main storyline.

We'll see what the future holds, but for now, I'm just excited to share book 4 ASAP!

Sign up for the mailing list if you want to get a first look at any excerpts from the coming book and the eventual cover reveal!

Click here to join the mailing list!

Love you guys, and remember, if you read the other books and enjoyed them, please leave a review on Amazon/B&N/wherever! I LOVE reading what you have to say, it makse me smile!

Take care and rock extra hard for me,


Sunday, April 6, 2014

Flawed Body Rock is OUT! Book 3 of the Body Rock Series!

It's here! Prepare yourself for more Drezden and more Lola!

From USA Today Bestselling Author Nora Flite
She wanted to be a rockstar:

I finally have everything.
Fame, presence, the world knows who I am.

Now my life is even harder.

What do you do when every eye watching you is full of jealous hate?
I'm strong enough to not let strangers hurt me...
But when it's my own brother, the stakes change entirely.

He just wanted her to himself:

My claws are in her, but I'm trapped, too.
Waking up, my first thoughts used to be about music.
Lola's changed all of that.

She consumes my dreams; my existence.

My band... the girl I'm obsessed with...
Is there room in this world for both of them?
If not, which do I choose?

Genre: New Adult Rockstar Romance
This is the third installment of the Body Rock Series

25,000 words

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Friday, March 28, 2014

Cover Reveal for Book 3 of the Body Rock series!

Get ready to rock! Body Rock Book 3: cover reveal, 3/29! :)

If you want to see it early tomorrow, make sure you're on the mailing list! You can sign up here!

Monday, February 10, 2014

Hard Body Rock and Slow Body Rock are OUT! Come get your spine tickled!


You sure?

Rockstars don't wait, so it doesn't matter what you said! They're here! ;)

From USA Today Bestselling Author Nora Flite
She thought she was stepping into fame:

Meeting Drezden Halifax should have been a dream. But dreams are supposed to be sweet, fragile things that whisk you away. Not monsters crafted from hard fingers, gritty vocal cords and a voice so powerful it could tear my guts right out.

Maybe my heart, too.

Becoming the guitarist for Four and a Half Headstones was everything I needed.
Too bad the band's lead singer is doing his best to ruin everything I am.

He thought she would solve his troubles:

Lola Cooper, god damn Lola Cooper. She was the perfect guitarist, fingers that could summon a sweet song or punch a chord. She's supposed to save my band, make us come out of this tour in one piece...

But I just want to tear HER to pieces.

No one should make me feel this way. One look at her, one smell, and I knew I'd have to have her. She does things to me that scare the shit out of me. Make me want to slam her on a wall and listen to her cries: eager or fearful, it doesn't matter.

I'm a monster...
And I don't even care.

From USA Today Bestselling Author Nora Flite
He knew he was addicted:

I thought it'd be smoking that killed me. Lola is more addictive than tobacco could hope to be.
After feeling her warm body, touching her skin... even if it was an accident, I've given up.

The monster inside of me is going to consume her.

I'm too tired to fight it.

And I honestly don't want to.

She knew it was risking everything:

Why is he trying to mess up my ONE opportunity at success?
My very god damn existence?
I can't handle this pull between us... a gravity that wants to knot our bodies together and leave me merged.


I thought Drezden cared about his band, that he wouldn't dare do anything that might break them-- and me-- apart.

When did I become the one thing worth losing it all over?


So yeah! Go grab them up, folks! And thank you so much for those that had advance copies and left reviews! I really appreciate it. :)

Book 3 is coming soon, so hold tight!

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

More Hard Body Rock and Slow Body Rock promos!

Guess what's coming February 10th?

Yeah. So. Get yourself ready.

It's going to hit you in the teeth. ;)