Dark Chocolate Side of The Moon, Lucky in Red, & Sleeping Dog Texas!

Next Tuesday, September 8, 2015, Loose-Id releases Dark Chocolate Side of The Moon, my sexy paranormal set in Sleeping Dog, Texas – Snoopy Dancing!

Dark Chocolate Side of the Moon is the first book in the Lucky in Red series, and the two others are Dos Lunas by Belinda McBride, and Red Velvet Moon by Lynn Lorenz. These are the stories of the Lobos brothers, Max, Diego, and Antonio.

Isn’t the cJC_LIR_DarkChocolateSideoftheMoonover delish?


Sleeping Dog, Texas, has its share of secrets and the three Lobos brothers own the biggest of them all. They’re werewolves who own a dry cleaning business. But when a woman steps into each man’s life, each with her own badly stained red dress, fantasies will be fulfilled, barriers broken and secrets told.

Werewolf Maximillian Lobos likes his women overripe, luscious and curvy, and spitting-fire passionate.  Prim and proper Candi Wagner is so not his type, yet when he discovers she wears chocolate body paint, his testosterone levels careen off the planet.

Trouble is Candi doesn’t understand what being claimed means, doesn’t get that weres mate for life, doesn’t believe weres even exist. Lucky for Max she’s natural sub and he soon has her handled. Or does he?


Here’s a short excerpt to jet-smokin’-start your Labor Day Holiday weekend!


Maximilian Julio Lobos knew before the brass bell hanging from the door of his family’s dry cleaning business dinged that the mysterious C. Wagner—the woman who zinged every one of his five wolf senses and then some—had entered the premises. Her spicy scent wrapped around his flesh, seeped into his pores, coursed through his arteries and veins. His heart pumped faster, and the drum of lust battered his brain.

Six months.

It’d been six arduous months since she first appeared in Sleeping Dog, Texas. For one hundred and eighty-one days he’d been unable to focus on any other female. For four thousand, three hundred and forty-four hours, okay maybe fifty-two counting this morning, he’d fought the instinctive knowledge that prim and proper Ms. C. Wagner was his mate.

A human mate.

Couldn’t the fates have found him a wolf mate?

She cleared her throat.

Shifting his gaze from the Excel spreadsheet into which he’d been entering an adjusted five-year cash flow projection, Max studied the  regal features of the five foot-six inch slender woman whose visage and porcelain complexion could’ve graced the cover of an elite fashion magazine. She was so not his type.

Max liked his females overripe, luscious and curvy, and spitting-fire passionate.

Not a single strand of C. Wagner’s perfect waist-length blonde locks dared stray from the confines of her high ponytail. She returned his stare without flinching, not an eyelash flickered, but her grip on the cloth bag she carried tightened, the flesh covering her long fingers paling at the knuckles.

He wanted to muss her up, get her wild and flustered, smear the cherry lipstick off her mouth, rip the brown band out of her hair, tear the unisex white blouse apart, and have her panting and begging and kneeling in front of him.

“Good morning.” She wet the corner of her upper lip with the pink tip of her tongue.

Miss Prim-and-Proper swallowed a couple of times, and he glimpsed a thin sheen of sweat on her temples. Max did a double take. She was nervous. Miss Nothing-fazes-me was fricking nervous.

“What can I do for you today?” Where can I do you today? How many times? How many positions? Doggie-style? Backed against the wall? Knees dangling from the counter?



Hope that got your juices going!

Have a great Labor Day Holiday Weekend Everyone!



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