Elegant Treat

This weekend my lover made an elegant treat for me that I wanted to be sure to pass on to you: red sparkling wine over berries. Though the sparkling wine is good, the best part is eating the berries when the drink is gone. Delicious and romantic!


Today is the last day to receive your free copy of Masked Hearts from Smashwords! If you haven’t downloaded it yet, use the coupon code HD24G to get it.

Also, if you’re a Kindle Unlimited subscriber, my new novel Corporate Fire is free to you! Otherwise it’s only $3.99 for Kindle.

I hope you enjoy my stories!




Corporate Fire has five reviews on Amazon after one week! This thrills me because Masked Hearts didn’t get 5 reviews until after a month, and I thought that was doing pretty good. Corporate Fire is exclusive to Amazon, which means if you’re a subscriber to the Kindle Unlimited program, you can read it for FREE!

Speaking of free, I’m guest blogging at Romance Novels for the Beach Wednesday April 29. If you read the guest post, you’ll see a coupon code for a free copy of Masked Hearts on any reading device. I hope you take advantage of it!


And my Pinterest boards are poppin’! If you’re a visual person, please check out my Pinterest Board for Corporate Fire. It’s like a collage of similar settings and events.

That’s all for now. Be sure to go to Romance Novels for the Beach on Wednesday!



Release Day!

Corporate Fire is out a day early! I’m selling it Exclusively on Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00W8XHDVG


Here’s the first chapter to entice you:

1| Greener Pastures

Grace noticed the chip in the “sassy red” nail polish on her index finger as she removed the bicycle clips from her pants. The compulsion to slam her hand on the elevator’s emergency stop button pulsed all the way to her fist, but she clenched it at her side—the bells would draw too much attention. She’d ride to her floor, wait for the door to open and close and go back down. It’d only take what, another half hour to bike back to her apartment? Then she’d be late.

She wished the desire to fix her nail came from her pride in being a fashionable Java programmer, but the real problem was having a visible imperfection. When something was wrong, she had to correct it—fantastic for her job but detrimental to her life. The elevator continued to go up, and she refocused her mind to a different problem like she’d been practicing. She was coming in early because she’d woken up with an algorithm fully formed in her mind to make a slow process a hundred times faster. The slow process bugged her more than the chipped nail. She took a deep breath and envisioned the solution in her mind.

The elevator doors opened, and she stepped out into the hall in front of Mile High Innovations. Oh, holy ones and zeroes. She hadn’t switched to her pumps like she always did in the elevator. After a few deep breaths and furtive glances, she slung her backpack off her shoulder and switched her shoes. There. Everything was just right…except the nail. She slung the backpack on her shoulder again and slid her keycard through the lock. As she opened the door, she was surprised to hear voices from inside.

She stepped in and froze at the sight of a corporate god standing amongst a group of businessmen.

For just one moment, her world became his indigo eyes that looked as startled as she felt. His sable hair was combed back and slightly to one side. He had broad shoulders and stood about half a foot taller than Grace—the perfect height. He raised his eyebrows, staring back at her. Grace placed her hand on her fluttering stomach and wished she’d scraped the frost off her car windows and driven to work so she could have worn a skirt. Her Penney’s pantsuit must look like a trash bag compared to his Brooks Brothers suit.

The other men had stopped talking and were staring at her, though she hardly noticed. Damn the nail. She dropped her hand, hoping he hadn’t seen it. The first time in her life she’d ever experienced something akin to love at first sight, and she had chipped nail polish.

Finally her balding program director broke away from the group and said, “Grace, why are you here so early?”

She forced herself to avert her eyes from the stranger and saw that the CFO was there as well. Odd. “Uh, I have a fix for that problem I was talking to you about yesterday. I woke up, and the solution was just there. If I’m lucky I’ll have it done before lunch.”

“That’s great,” he said and turned to glare at the CFO.

Grace didn’t understand the look and didn’t care. She locked eyes with the god again, wishing someone would introduce them. If there was ever a man she might be able to break her rules of dating for, he was the one. He tilted his head and put his hand in his pocket. His other hand held a briefcase. She imagined defined muscles below his tailored suit to match the firm jawline of his face. She’d bet he was a skier.

Realizing she must be gawking, and since no one was introducing her, she blushed and took a side step around the group.

“I’ll let you know if it was just dream thinking,” she called over her shoulder. No one answered. Instead she heard them walk to the offices in the back as she made her way through the maze of cubicles. A quiet hum filled the office from computers that were on 24/7.

If only Jill came in this early, they could gossip a bit about that gorgeous man. Hmmm. Maybe not. She was a short, geeky coder; Jill was a tall, beautiful woman. One look at Jill, and he’d forget about her.

She tried to push her thoughts aside as she sat at her desk. He was probably an out of town customer she was never supposed to meet. As the manager’s assistant, Jill was sure to be introduced to him as soon as she arrived at work.

Never mind. Right now she had some programming to do. She put earbuds in and cranked up Green Day. Java code flooded her computer screen as the office filled up with coworkers. Her mind occasionally dipped out of work mode to picture the corporate god, but mostly she stayed focused. Eventually she paused to take a Coke out of the small refrigerator below her desk. She considered checking her buzzing cellphone, but she was so close to being done. Her fingers returned to the keyboard and clicked away until Jill pulled out Grace’s earbuds and said, “The people at Greener Pastures are ready to see you now.”

Grace kept coding and said, “Who’s that? Can they wait? Because I’m almost done with this algorithm.”

“Grace! Didn’t you get my texts?”

“You know I don’t stop when I’m near the end.”

“Trust me, you don’t want to go the distance this time.”

Grace kept coding until Jill bumped her hip against the desk and spilled Coke all over the keyboard.

“What the hell?” Grace jumped up and finally looked at Jill. Her eyes were red and her mascara smudged. “What’s going on? Are you okay?” Grace put her hand on Jill’s arm—a rare show of affection from Grace.

Jill put a hand to her chest. “Am I okay? It’s you I’m worried about. You’re far too good for this.”

“For what?” Grace had never seen her friend so upset, especially over something that apparently concerned Grace. Though Grace saw Jill as her best friend, she knew the feeling wasn’t mutual. Still, she must rate with Jill to warrant this reaction.

Jill shook her head and led Grace by the arm to an office that’d been empty for a year. The door to the next office over opened, and Doug, a fellow Java programmer, walked out with a wide-eyed, stunned look on his face. He saw Grace and said, “Even you?”

Before she could answer, another man from her morning greeting party came out of the same office as Doug. He was young, with a boy-next-door appeal. He said, “I’m ready for Gary.”

Jill nodded and squeezed Grace’s elbow. “I’m so sorry.” Jill tilted her head to the office with the closed door and walked away.

Doug put his hand on her shoulder, and Grace recoiled out of his grip. She hated anyone but friends touching her. Doug was fine as a coworker, but he found fault with everything; to a perfectionist like Grace, that was hell. “Geez Grace, I was just gonna say I’m sorry. You’re always so cold.”

She didn’t breathe again until he’d walked past her. Something bad must be going down. Bewildered, Grace stepped in and found the corporate god flipping through a manila file with her name on the tab. She caught her breath again, but this time it was in the “OMG I can’t believe I’m in the same
room with him” way. Up close he was even more handsome. The thin lines in the corners of his eyes told her he’d already hit his thirties, a little older than Grace. Jill shouldn’t be apologizing for leaving her alone with him; she should be talking with the higher pitched voice she got when she was excited.

He looked up with his deep blue eyes, stared a moment, then said, “Grace, please have a seat. I’m Royce Hendrix.”

Grace shook his hand, holding her breath through the duration of the firm grip that made her heart pound. He sort of fit rule number one: any guy she dated had to know someone she knew. It was probably a loose relationship, but obviously he knew someone at this company. If he wasn’t a skier, he’d probably pick it up quickly, judging from his athletic physique. Maybe they could hit the slopes together tomorrow if she got up the nerve to ask. But all nerve fled when she withdrew her hand and saw her chipped nail polish again. She made a fist and hoped he hadn’t noticed. The silence lengthened. Oh, it was her turn to speak. “It’s good to meet you Mr. Hendrix.”

It seemed like a reasonable thing to say, but he tilted his head and drew his eyebrows together as if no one had ever said that to him before. He shuffled the papers in her file around before he met her gaze again and said, “Uh, yes. I wish we were meeting under much better circumstances. I have the unfortunate task of informing you that Mile High Innovations is letting go of all its Java programmers. Greener Pastures is here to make the transition easier for you. This packet will help you get started in your new life.” He held out a folder with a picture of a field of grass and wildflowers.

The florescent light above buzzed like a fly. Grace blinked, unwilling to comprehend what he’d said.

He cleared his throat and continued, “Your severance pay is for a generous three months, but a hard worker such as yourself will find a new job in much less time. We’re offering a free headhunter service to all the Java programmers. I hope you’ll take advantage of it.” He leaned over the desk to hold the folder closer to her.

Her brain shut down. She kept staring at the folder and finally asked, “Am I being fired?”

“No, that would imply you’d done something wrong or were the only one. This is a corporate layoff, but we prefer to look at it as moving on to better ventures.”

She shook her head. She was supposed to be flirting with this guy in a strictly professional way. “No, there’s been a mistake. I’ve gotten a raise here every year. My last project helped them with a multi-million dollar deal.”

“Which is why you should take advantage of our headhunter program. Here–” he set the folder down and reached inside his suit coat. He pulled out a card and set it on top of the folder. “Call Terri. She’s our top headhunter. She’ll help you turn this loss into a win.”

Grace stared at the business card without seeing it and then at his eyes, now a cold blue. Her face burned in embarrassment. “I came in early to finish—I said it was good to meet you—I must look like such a fool.” The room blurred into a stream of zeros falling down in rapid succession.

“No, no, not at all. I wish my coworker had half your work ethic.”

“Why? Clearly it doesn’t matter. He has a job, and I don’t.” Grace’s face still burned. She couldn’t believe the company she’d dedicated not only her 9-5 but also her evenings and weekends to was getting rid of her.

“I will personally call Terri and let her know how impressed I was with you. She’ll get you a job in no time at all.”

Grace blinked repeatedly. She had so misread this guy. Who’d want to go skiing with someone who fired people for a living?

He cleared his throat and said, “I’ll need your keycard, please.” Grace didn’t know how long she sat there gaping. It must’ve been a while because he said, “Keycard?” again.

She stood up, reached into her pocket and tossed the key at him before leaving the office, the folder and business card left behind.

Buy it exclusively at Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00W8XHDVG

Corporate Fire Blurb

Out this Saturday for Kindle!

Grace has spent her life protecting herself from emotional pain. She’s a workaholic with few friends and fewer dates. But despite her devotion to her job, she falls victim to a corporate layoff.

Escaping to the slopes to ski away her troubles, she’s relentlessly pursued by the model-gorgeous ax man Royce. Finally she challenges him to a ski race: if she wins, he leaves the resort, and if he wins, she has to have dinner with him. The unexpected result of the race leaves Grace reeling in a romance that brings her walls crashing down.

But when someone sets fire to her old office and casts the blame in her direction, will she be willing to trust Royce, or will she retreat to the safety of her defenses?


Lover Returns


I love Mondays. I know that’s not normal. But Mondays are the start of a week without mistakes.


This morning I woke up to Lover saying, “You have a continuity error in chapter six.”

This was not Finn, the sweet date I had at the Barley Room.

This was THE Lover. The one I had when I started this blog. Think of him to me as Mr. Big was to Carrie Bradshaw.

The problem with dating Alpha Males in real life instead of leaving them to the romance books is they’re always off doing their Alpha Male things. I hand waved over why I’ve been absent from the blog, but mostly it revolved around Lover. Christmas and New Years come like storms to relationships with all the expectations and compromising…especially between two people who are dominant rather than submissive.

Lover rode out with the storm.

I didn’t feel like whining on my blog and I needed to get Corporate Fire publishing ready, so I dove into the story rather than worry about the blog.

Lover is not on Twitter. It’s noise to him. So he says he didn’t read anything of those other dates. I’m not so sure. I think what brought him back was naming Finn on my blog. Even my friends were commenting on me giving someone a name.

I spent the weekend with Lover and it was wonderful. Even waking up to a mistake first thing Monday morning. He takes my work seriously and always helps me with it. I haven’t asked how long he’ll be here this time. It’s a tricky question for an Alpha Male, and tricky for an Alpha Female to time it just right.

I hope your Monday started as great as mine.



I’m Back!

It’s been awhile! I’ve tweeted a few times, but romance both written and real life has kept me away from my blog.

So let’s catch you up!

Favorite Date: The Barley Room. My date was so charming, I don’t even remember what drink I ordered that night. I do remember the chips and salsa which were awesome. He’s definitely a repeat…maybe I should give him a name for the blog: Finn.

New Diet: I’m doing the Dash Diet which is a low carb, heart healthy kinda diet. So far so good, but I do miss my cereal.

New place to find me: I’m on Pinterest!!! My publicist Samantha Stockings has done a bang up job getting me started there. Please check it out! https://www.pinterest.com/evelynaster/

New release coming soon: Corporate Fire! It’s scheduled for April 17. I’ll keep you posted about the cover reveal…it’s smoking hot.

That’s it for now. I’ll start posting regularly on Mondays again. I hope to see you here!



Publishing Update

Wow! Masked Hearts is getting Great reviews on Amazon! Five 5 star reviews in the US and one 5 star review in Canada. One hundred percent five stars! One reviewer says it’s a great fall book, so give it a try even if we’re past Halloween. Reading the reviews gets me excited about the next one, which I’m working on now.

The next Holiday Cafe Book will be Thanksgiving, coming out next fall. It’s an intense love story between an Afghanistan veteran and a bank manager. They meet on the internet and, of course, come together at the Holiday Cafe. I’m loving writing it.

But….my next book and new series just returned from the first read through by my editor! Corporate Fire will be released in January. I’m working on her suggestions, and I’m so happy it doesn’t need a major rewrite. We’re also looking at cover artists and thinking about designs.

So lot’s of work happening over here. I can’t wait to share my stories with you!