Happy Valentine’s Day

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Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope you’re kissed by cupid’s arrow, or doing something you LOVE today!

For a limited time only, Just Swipe Right is FREE on Amazon.

Happy Reading,

❤ Brenna x 


Just Swipe Right

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It’s been a long time coming, but I am so excited to announce that Just Swipe Right has been release! YAY!

I hope you enjoy Molly and Zak’s story.

Happy Reading

Brenna x 

After Molly Craven discovers her celebrity boyfriend hid a nine-year relationship, her best friend Shelley convinces her to give love another shot.

Not sure where to go to meet eligible bachelors, Molly signs up to a dating site, Craze.

Two disastrous dates and Molly is having second thoughts, until a rant from Shelley sparks an idea worth considering. Just Swipe Right, a blog dedicated to dating the duds, studs, and keepers available in the sea of singles.

Keepers are a rare find. So, when Molly meets Zak Lange she is hesitant to share him with the community she has created.

Does finding a keeper mean her dating days, and blog, are over?

Blue Moon is coming…

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Blue Moon ~ Due for release on Tuesday, January 15, 2019…

“Witch blood may run through your veins, but that doesn’t make you one of us. You were cursed with Fae upbringing and for that you remain an impostor.”

With Samhain around the corner, Akasha’s fate is close to being sealed.

So close, yet not close enough, Nyx and her coven sisters won’t rest until Akasha’s safe. However, the veil between their world and the Fae drug lab, where she’s being held, hinders their every move.

Secrets are uncovered, unlikely unions are made, but some bonds are too strong even for love to break through.

When the veil comes down, who will make the ultimate sacrifice?

Witch or Fae?

Throwback Thursday


There’s no better feeling than writing your first book and seeing it published! The Pact will always be my favourite…

Too many drinks and one bad decision was all it took to change Felicity Hanley’s life forever.

After hitting rock bottom Flic escapes her past by moving to the tranquil wine region, Margaret River, where she develops new friendships and rediscovers a passion she thought was lost.

But, no matter how fast she flees, the trauma of her past is one step ahead—waiting.
Can she trust again, after the last time nearly killed her?

Amazon US, Amazon AU, Amazon UK


Teaser Tuesday

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The basic idea of Devil’s Poison came to me about five years ago, but, until now, the rest wouldn’t unfold no matter how much I tried to unravel Ravenna and Zaine’s story.

For years I worried the idea would bore me by the time I started writing…but, nope, super excited over here! I can’t wait to unleash Devil’s Poison into the big wide world of books.

Brenna x 

Highfliers Has Been Unleashed


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Super excited, and a little nervous, to share with you, Bryn and Reeves’ story…I hope you love it!

How do you tame a drug lord when dealing is all he’s ever known?
Bryn Evans may seem like the new waitress in town, but truth is, she’s been around the block for years.
Rich, sexy, and wildly untameable, Reeves Walker might appear to be everything a woman wants, but for now all Bryn wants is to keep her enemies close and their enemies even closer.
But, how close is too close when dealing with one so dangerously sexy as Reeves Walker?

Amazon AU, Amazon UK, Amazon US, iBooks, Kobo, B&N

Teaser Tuesday

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My favourite part about writing The Pact was developing the relationships between three women, Flic, Mim and Lacey. Strong and lasting friendships are as rare as true love, and I loved exploring the dynamics between these three. The banter between them in Chapter Seven was my favourite scene to write…hope you enjoy this snippet…

Brenna x

Chapter Seven

Flic found Mim sitting in the restaurant reading what she recognised to be one of Dave’s books.

Not wanting to disturb her, she walked over to the table as quietly as possible. Mim almost jumped out of her seat when she glanced up and saw Flic approach.

“Sorry—he certainly knows how to drag you into the thick of the story.”

“That he does.”

“He was one of my favourite authors.”

Was?” Mim arched one eyebrow. Flic was fascinated how she managed to do so voluntarily, having tried many times and failed as both eyebrows insisted on going up together.

“Well, still is I suppose. But, now I’ve met him—” she didn’t continue, instead shrugged.

Mim frowned. “There’s more to him than you realise.” Closing her book she placed it on the table, Dave’s image facing up. “Don’t be too quick to judge him, women always do. There was a lot of truth in what Doris said the other night, even if she was out of line.”

“I’m sorry. He irritates me, which isn’t fair because I don’t know him.” Flic stopped. She shouldn’t be discussing Dave with Mim, they were obviously close and not much she had to say about him was positive. “He’s a brilliant storyteller.”

“Yes, but I’d like to hear more about how he irritates you. Why do you think that is?”

“Because once he’s in my head he occupies too much space.”

Mim smirked. “Sometimes they call that something else.”

Lacey burst through the door. “Sorry I’m late.”

Flic wished she’d been a few minutes later so she could find out what Mim was referring to, although she doubted she’d elaborate. Again, Dave was clouding her head, and it didn’t help that his sister was pulling up a seat, talking none stop about Dave this and Dave that. Flic wanted to put her forehead on the table and bang until something other than Dave occupied her thoughts.

Mim laughed at her, and Flic wondered if she’d guessed where her mind was at.

Lacey stopped. “What’s so funny?”

“Maybe you should ask Flic, from the look on her face I imagine she has a lot of something going on in her mind. Perhaps she could elaborate for us.” Mim stood up, not bothering to conceal her laughter. “Can I get you anything before we start?”

“I’d appreciate a cold drink thanks, it’s warm out.” Lacey placed a hand on Flic’s arm. “How are you this afternoon?”

“I’d say claustrophobic, would that be right?” Mim laughed again.

Flic scowled at her. “Very funny.”

“I’m sorry can someone explain what’s going on, I’m confused.” Lacey slumped back into her chair waiting for someone to fill her in.

Flic shook her head. “Nothing, honestly.”

Carrying a tray holding drinks and plates of food over to the table, Mim’s laughter turned to a giggle. “Flic’s got the hots for Dave,” she teased.

“Very mature Mim.”

Lacey beamed. “Oh, I hoped you did.”

“Lacey it’s not true, she’s joking.”

“I think there’s chemistry, and even denial can’t change that.”

“Oh yeah, the type of chemistry they use to construct nuclear bombs. The only possible outcome is an explosive disaster. We came here to talk about work, although I imagine Dave wouldn’t be anything less than a challenge.” Flic regretted the comment as soon as she said it. “I’m sorry Lacey, that wasn’t fair.”

“No it wasn’t.” Lacey only able to keep a straight face for a moment, released a loud burst of laughter.

“You two are cruel.” Flic picked up one of the bottles of pink grapefruit juice, opened the lid and took a long swig.

“Is your novel a romance? You’ve found the perfect leading man, broody and mysterious I think you called him.” Mim continued to tease, but Lacey stopped laughing.

“You write?”

Fabulous. Flic rolled her eyes, liking the Dave topic better than the current one.

“Not really.”

“Yes she does, every day. I can’t wait to read it.” Mim said, removing the cling wrap from the antipasto platters she’d made up earlier, and then emptied a bag of salted peanuts into a bowl.

“What are you trying to do to me, Mim?” Flic didn’t want to continue the discussion, at least not with Lacey. As if she didn’t feel intimidated by Dave enough already. What would he think when he learned of her ridiculous dream of becoming a writer.

“You should join the critique group Dave facilitates.”

“Lacey, Mim’s over generous as usual, I merely dabble. I’m not in your brother’s league and doubt I’ll ever be.”

“You sell yourself short. Besides some of the members haven’t written more than an email. It’s not for professional writers, he helps people who want to tell a story and to do it well.”

“That’s kind of him, but I don’t think my writing, or self-esteem is ready for critique yet.”

“Okay suit yourself, but keep it in mind I’ve been a few times and it’s actually helpful.”

“You write too?”

“Only Poetry.”

“Only a poet would say only poetry.” Flic had tried it as a means of self-expression, but instead wasted her time on an emotional mash of words not suitable to share with anyone.

“Well ladies as much as the writing world fascinates me, from a readers perspective anyway, we open in fifteen minutes,” Mim announced, serious for the first time since they arrived.

“Of course, this shouldn’t take long, you have Flic Friday, Saturday and Sunday evenings, yes?”

“Yep, when do you want her?” Mim smirked. Obviously there was more going on in her head than she was willing to share.

“How does Tuesday and Thursday work for you Flic?”

“Suits me.”

“Too easy, and you’ll still have time to write, and fantasize over Dave.” Mim roared with laughter as she stood and walked away, taking her drink with her. “I’ve got a call to make, see you tonight Lacey.”

“Ignore her, she’s hoping Dave finds someone she approves of, is all.” Lacey smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes as usual, instead Flic noticed a sadness she’d not witnessed in Lacey before.

“I’m sure he’ll find a suitable woman when the time is right,” She tried to sound convincing, but wasn’t completely convinced herself.

“You’re a lousy liar, Flic, even you don’t think he will. I’m worried because women never give him a chance, not the nice ones anyway, and he deserves the best.”

“He has to want it too, and when he does he won’t have the ten layers of razor wire and a neon warning sign flashing keep away bound so tight around him.”

“You’re right. He needs to acknowledge reality long enough to realise he spends too much time trapped in an existence where he is the creator and not a character, if you know what I mean.”

Flic nodded. “What I love most about writing is becoming part of another world as though nothing in this one exists.”

Lacey looked at her for a moment, but didn’t speak. Picking up the tray she went to leave then stopped. “Give him a chance Flic, you’d be surprised how alike you are.”


NOTE: The Pact will be available for FREE…June 15-17 on Amazon.