Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Lily Harper Book 6 Now Available!


What to expect:

What’s the worst place in The Underground City? How about the Ninth Level, the Morgue?

After Lily Harper narrowly escapes the clutches of Alaire, the Master of the Underground City, she finds herself on the back of a winged Fury in the middle of the ninth circle, The Morgue, and she’s not sure where to go.

Tallis has been left to his own defenses in the eighth level, The Asylum, and Bill is MIA. Lily has no idea how to find either one of them or where to even start.

After she gets attacked mid-air, Lily finds an unconventional ally in the form of Manfred Albrecht Freiherr, otherwise known as the Red Baron. Manfred informs Lily that a civil war is brewing in the Ninth Level between a legion of rebel demons and the old-world order.

Lily finds herself smack-dab in the middle of this war, a war that’s encouraged by Alaire because, as usual, he wants something…

All Lily wants is to make sure her friends are safe but in so doing, she’ll find herself thrown into the thick of it where she’ll be forced into the fight of her life.

NO GOING BACK is the sixth book in the bestselling Lily Harper Series.

Be sure to check this one out as I think you'll really enjoy it!

Thursday, October 24, 2019

Lily Harper 5 Book Boxed Set now just $3.99!

Hi All,

If you haven't had a chance to read the entire Lily Harper Series, here's your chance!

For a limited time, I'm offering the entire 5 book series for just $3.99!

Be sure to take advantage of this offer and download your copy today!





Tuesday, September 24, 2019

New Release: Dulcie O'Neil Book 11!

Hi All,

Just wanted to let you know that Dulcie has a new release today!

Book 11, Vanity Scare, is now available!

What to expect:

Recently, Agent Dulcie O’Neil’s life has been anything but calm.

Even though she was ultimately able to defeat the evil that was Meg, Dulcie still bears scars that run deep: her body is at war with itself, owing to all the different races of creature that now war within her veins.

To make matters worse, things with her ex-boyfriend, Knight, aren’t exactly comfortable. In fact, they’re the opposite of comfortable. So when Dulcie finds herself working in close proximity with Knight yet again, sparks are going to fly. Not the good kind…

And Splendor’s resident demon, Dagan, has gone missing. As if Dulcie didn’t already have enough on her plate, she’ll be thrust into yet another risky situation when Dagan’s demon brother, Darion, suddenly shows up in Splendor, looking for his brother.

Darion is fuming because Dagan absconded with his wife years earlier and Darion wants to teach his younger brother a lesson about family loyalty. Unluckily for vampire Bram, he’s deeply involved in this family dispute, to the point that his life is on the line.

Can Dulcie protect Dagan and Bram while at the same time controlling the changes that are wreaking havoc within her body? Find out in the next installment of the Dulcie O’Neil series!

Purchase your copy today!




Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Sinjin Sinclair Book 6 NOW AVAILABLE!

I'm very excited to announce that the 6th book in the Bryn and Sinjin VAMPIRE ROMANCE series is now available!



 So what can you expect? Read on!


While returning from a scouting mission to attempt to locate Luce’s camp, Bryn stumbles on a wolf-girl strapped to a rack and left for dead.

Once rescued, the girl, Dayna, tells Bryn and company all about the newest flavor of Luce’s evil and, most specifically, what Luce plans to do to Bryn, if he ever takes her as prisoner again…

And Bryn’s time in Luce’s breeding program will pale in comparison to the newest torture he’s devised…

Upon returning to the queen and Kinloch Kirk, a new arrival starts heating up the scene and making waves. Audrey Chevalier, Dureau’s beautiful French sister, seems to be overly interested in Master Vampire, Sinjin Sinclair.

And unless Bryn’s mistaken, Sinjin appears to return Audrey’s affections.

Will this budding new romance push Bryn into the arms of Dureau? Or will it make her second guess her decision to avoid a romantic attachment with Sinjin?

Meanwhile, Jolie continues to gain allies as it appears the Underworld is soon to go to battle with Luce’s forces yet again.

That is, until Dureau informs Bryn about the true nature of her ancestry, information which could absolutely change the tide of the war for all involved.

And, prepare yourself, for an ending to this book that will leave you speechless…

"This was definitely the best book in the series so far!"

"The ending to this Book Six in the Bryn and Sinjin series is
guaranteed to leave your head spinning! Don’t miss it!"

"The ending blew my mind! I did the gasp where my family
all thought I hurt myself...READ THIS BOOK!"

"The Bryn and Sinjin books have always been great but this
book is the best in the series!"

Friday, August 30, 2019

Angel, my REVERSE HAREM book, is now available in Paperback!

WOO HOO! Now you can grab Angel, the first book in my brand new REVERSE HAREM series, The Sacred Oath Series, in paperback!


I can't decide which of the three hunky heroes is my favorite! Who is your favorite?

Want an excerpt? Here you go!

The King of Shadow

I take a step away from the beautiful woman, intent on leaving both her and the annoying sprite, but something pulls me back, as if invisible arms are pushing me to her. The shadows within me are pulling, struggling to maintain their grasp on the unconscious girl. I can feel them wrapping their tendrils of dark mist around her, holding onto her tightly.
“Bloody hell,” I grumble under my breath as I realize I can’t leave her here, though I also can’t say why. A woman has never had this effect on me.
 I wrap her in the bed linens. As soon as I touch her, though, something happens. I feel power pulsing through her tiny body. It envelops my hand and weaves up my arm, into my chest and causes my breath to freeze. It feels like a legion of ants dancing over every inch of my skin, but the energy is beneath my skin, not on top of it, thrumming and crackling electricity.
I pause momentarily, surprised. There’s strength in her. Power. Yes, I can detect the Atacomite, as well. Anona gave her a hefty dose, no doubt to keep her immobile and, as such, an easy victim. But there’s something else, just beyond the Atacomite. By touching her, I feel my own magic begin to boil up as if it answers her silent call. But this time, the shadows aren’t trying to force me to take her—they’re responding to her, stimulated by her, drawn to her.
I can’t explain it, but I feel captured by her, by the magic that undoubtedly flows within her.
“Didn’t I tell you she was beautiful?” the sprite asks. His voice snaps me out of whatever trance I’ve fallen into.
“No, you didn’t,” I respond, throwing her over my shoulder. Using the Arcane Magic that’s part of me, I imagine everything surrounding me in black. Then, I whisper the words to allow myself to become invisible in the eyes of those who would perceive me.
Blind from sight.
I imagine myself fading into the darkness around me, becoming one with the shadows, one with Shadow Magic that infiltrates me—that is me.

The King of Nature

The last thing I recall is healing the beautiful angel. Beautiful, but powerful in a way I find myself wary of. Angels and fae are friends, yes, but Variant is also an angel and we all know how that story ended.
Angels are beings of light, but they aren’t immune to corruption. And I know their proclivity toward decadence and greed better than most.
Then, I remember the visions the angel had...
First, the sex. A not-altogether-unpleasant visual. It was more than a vision, though. Like a dream, the sensation—phantom, but present—has arrested me and now I can’t stop replaying it.
I don’t trust her. And I don’t trust the vision, either. In fact, the more I think about it, the more convinced I become that she’s after something. Women, I’ve found, are manipulative, and the smart ones understand they possess what every man wants. This one is no different. I’m more than convinced she’s using her extreme beauty to seduce us. And, so far, it appears to be working.
Well, at least on Dragan.
Yet, I, too, find myself craving her, the way an Atacomite addict craves his poison. But I’m not satisfied that this desire originates from inside me. Instead, I wonder if I’ve been enchanted. Dragan definitely appears to have been completely bewitched, because he can’t take his bloody eyes off her for more than a few seconds. The barbarian is too stupid for his own good.
I can’t deny there was attraction between the angel and me from the onset. I know that much is true. But the ferocity of my need and my inability to curb it fills me with concern. I’m not a man who obsesses over a woman; I’ve never been that type. I’m too rational, too logical of mind. And yet I can’t stop thinking about this woman—a woman I don’t even know.
She’s placed falsehoods in my mind, I’m sure of it. And these lies are confusing because they feel like the truth.
Then it was a vision of the future, perhaps?
If it’s a picture of the future, I worry about the implications of participating in a destiny I didn’t help dictate. In general, I’m a planner. I’m not like Dragan, who lives according to his impulses. Instead, I weigh all things and act accordingly. I don’t like risks.
And the feeling I had when I witnessed our sexual tryst was that I had no control over myself. Yes, I was in control of penetrating her, but she was the one who maintained the power. It’s difficult to explain, because I hardly understand it myself, but I felt as if I were her captive—as if I was incapable of denying her… anything. I felt helpless against her female charm. It’s a feeling that’s visited me in wisps since I’ve laid eyes on her.
Her beauty is undeniable, but it’s her power that concerns me.
I’ve seen first-hand the hold she already has on Dragan and I won’t allow myself to become her second casualty. Where he sees an injured doe in the woods, I see an intelligent predator in the midst of setting a very convincing trap…

The King of Death

I watch as Dragan lifts Eilish in his arms and carries her to a nearby tree, setting her down beneath it. I wonder about his feelings for her. Of course, he views her as the answer to defeating Variant. But there’s more. He genuinely cares for her. It’s obvious, and it’s something Cambion has noticed, as well. And it bothers him; I can see as much in the fire in his eyes and the crease of his frown.
I don’t envy Dragan. In attempting to defeat Variant, there’s a very good chance the angel won’t survive. Thus, it’s better not to form an attachment to her. All life is transitory and short. It’s one of the first lessons you learn as an immortal—don’t become attached to those with short lifespans. It’s simply a prescription for pain.
Eilish sits, her eyes fixed on Thoradin as he begins to build a fire. I approach and take a seat beside her. Dragan’s eyes are on me instantly. He doesn’t trust me; that much is obvious. But he really doesn’t trust me with the girl. Little does he know I’m uninterested. Yes, I find her as beautiful as everyone else does. But physical pleasures are of little interest to me. The only emotion that drives me is revenge.
I walk far enough that I can still see the light from their fire, but no longer hear their voices. The silence around me is comforting, and I feel myself begin to relax somewhat.
The constant squabbles and dissension between them is distracting and irritating. I’ve been on my own for so long, I find company both disagreeable and tiring. Their constant chatter fills my head and I can’t concentrate on anything. But that’s not the only reason I seek my solitude.
I don’t like the way I feel around that angel. I don’t know if it’s her light that appeals to the darkness within me, but being around her does something to me. It’s almost as if I can feed from her energy. As a vampire, I require sustenance from other beings, something which usually comes in the form of their blood. But with her, it’s different.
I note with interest that I haven’t fed since I met her. And, what’s more, I don’t feel the pangs of hunger. I feel satiated, content, even without nourishment. I don’t understand how this can be.
Perhaps I’m feeding from her life energy? I consider. It doesn’t seem far-fetched. If I am, in fact, feeding from her lightness, I know it’s from her alone. Being around Cambion does nothing other than vex me. Furthermore, I’ve been in the company of creatures of light before and I’ve never felt anything like this.
When I’m in proximity to Eilish, I feel energized, full of life, even. My spirits are improved and this constant darkness that suffuses me seems less… dark, somehow.
It’s dangerous, I think. It’s the type of feeling one could become addicted to.
Not me, I argue with myself. I’ve experienced too much darkness ever to succumb to the light. I’ve known misery and pain such that none other has. It’s been the entirety of my existence. And I’m nothing other than a death dealer. There’s no place in me for lightness.

Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Excerpt from The Awakening

Here's a sneak peek into book 6 from the Bryn and Sinjin Series, coming Sept 10th!


I walked to a nearby tree which was far enough away from the group to be out of earshot and settled underneath its massive branches, struggling to find a reasonably comfortable spot.
Still, it was good to finally be alone; I’d been with these men constantly for the last few days and, much as I respected them, I needed some me time. I wasn’t used to this sort of persistent kinsmanship and although I loved it, there was a part of me that was exhausted by all the bickering.
Sleep eluded me for a long time. Instead, my thoughts kept returning to the two men fighting for my affection: Dureau and Sinjin, both so different and yet so attractive, each in his own way. It wasn’t a new concern of mine. It had been plaguing me for quite a while now, and the frustrating part was that I never seemed any closer to making a decision. Half the time, I managed to convince myself that I wanted nothing to do with relationships in general. I enjoyed being a warrior and soldier because it was what I knew—what I’d always known. This emotional stuff was new, and it stressed me out.
An image of Dureau dropped into my mind and I had to take a deep breath. I felt warmth spreading throughout my entire body when I thought of him.
We’d only recently met in the flesh, when he arrived from France to help my sister deal with Luce and the threat he represented. In truth, Dureau and I had met much earlier. He’d appeared in my dreams throughout the entirety of my childhood—a childhood spent in one of Luce’s camps, where I’d been groomed to become his best soldier. It was a bleak and miserable time, and Dureau had been my only joy; he’d gotten me through so much and taken me on so many adventures. The undeniable fact was that he was my only happy childhood memory.
But I couldn’t help thinking about how good-looking he was. There was a heat between us, something more than just a lifelong friendship. Our relationship had evolved into something more mature, something more adult. And, try as I might, I couldn’t seem to get those feelings to simmer down.
And then there was Sinjin. I hadn’t always liked him. Even now, there were days when his stubborn will or his candor got on my nerves. But I’d never been able to deny how gorgeous he was. His shoulders, his height, those devilish blue eyes—he was a perfect specimen of a male. I never thought I’d be so physically attracted to a man, especially given my asexual tribe upbringing and the recent trauma I’d been through at the hands of Luce’s soldiers. Being violated so many times had made me believe I’d never want to be touched by a man again.
“Are you in repose?” Sinjin asked from somewhere behind me.
“Am I in repose?” I repeated, shaking my head at the fact that Sinjin seemed to have the perfect timing. Think about him and there he is! “Who says that?”
“I suppose I do?”
“Sometimes I wonder how you live in the same modern world I do—you’d never realize it.”
“I do not follow, my pet.”
“Why haven’t you adapted to the times just like the… times have adapted to themselves?” I demanded with a laugh.
“That sounds quite like a riddle.”
I sighed, long and hard. “You are a riddle.”
“I believe you enjoy that side of me.”
“You think everyone likes every side of you. It’s called narcissism.”
He chuckled. “You failed to respond to my question.”
“If you were asking me if I was asleep…”
“I was.”
“Then I would tell you that I was trying to fall asleep, but you’ve just made that task infinitely harder.” I sat up and watched him step out from the darkness of the trees and into my line of sight. “If I didn’t know better, I would have said your vampirism was returned to you, because you didn’t make a sound.”
“If only such were the case,” he said in a sad tone.
 “Everyone else is sleeping. You should be, too.”
He sighed, and I remembered he’d been having trouble sleeping. It was the only part of his human condition that continued to elude him.
“I wish I could.”
“I understand,” I said quickly.
“Forgive me for interrupting you,” he apologized, starting to turn around. “You need your sleep as much as anyone does.”
“Well, it wasn’t like I was having any success falling asleep, anyway,” I pointed out. “So you should stay.”
“Perhaps I will.”
He sat down next to me and wrapped his arms around his legs, looking up into the night sky. His profile was silhouetted in the moonlight, and I nearly caught my breath at how intoxicatingly handsome he was. He was a creature of the night and, looking at him now, I could understand why. He seemed to blend right in, as if it and he were one and the same.
I didn’t know what prompted me to do it, Before I could catch myself, I watched my hand extend and I brushed my fingers across his jaw, reveling in the feel of his stubble.
A look of confusion spread across his stunning face as he turned to face me. But he didn’t say anything, and neither did I. I looked into his blue eyes and he returned the gaze, staring at me so intently it felt as if he could see into the deepest parts of my being.

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