Celeste slid her card into the self-serve pump and waited for the gas to fill up her tank, surveying the stretch of highway behind her. Her gaze narrowed on the road and settled on a sleek black vehicle in the distance. Her heart jumped. Her fingers seized the pump handle tight at the sight before... Continue Reading →
The wind howled as angry waves crashed ashore beside them. Gray heavy clouds built on the horizon. Rain and brine thickened in the air as he finally broke his silence. “Kera.” His rich voice hit her full force, the low frequency of his tone reaching deep down to her chest, lower even. And all the... Continue Reading →
A little snipett From my action-packed sexy little summer PNR read: A WARLOCK'S STORM: Rugged Warlock meets Sassy Panther-Shifter ... "I gather you’re sleeping here?" Rey turned his head to look at her, his expression still unreadable. She held her breath as he reached out for a strand of her hair escaping from her loose... Continue Reading →
Here is the opening of A NECROMANCER’S LOVE – Sixth and last book in the WARLOCKS OF THE BLACK OAK – WARLOCKS... University Avenue, Seattle, Present Time Is this meeting even worth it? Harper Grant shifted with impatience on her tattered velvet seat in the condemned Seattle cinema. Her heart pounding, she eyed the cool... Continue Reading →
“One thousand US dollars. Bid starts at one thousand.” Sloane Davenport edged Baby Elsa to her left shoulder as she raised her paddle to accept the bid. With frustration, she shifted on her tapestry seat.
Bryce Jackson slid her damp palms on the wool fabric of her pantsuit and hoisted herself from her stool in the Singing Kraken Tavern. Pushing her drink away with resolve, she eyed him again. *That's it. No more waiting.*
The first time my oldest son forgot his viola in the Seattle metro bus, I saw how much distress a musician felt at being separated from their instrument and it gave me the spark of inspiration for this story (the viola was found, lost again and found again, thank goodness!)
“I love you.” Sin hoped she’d say it back. Say that this was all a mistake, that she acted irrationally, emotional from the remnants of her ordeal. Say that she’d move all those boxes and things straight to the home he’d worked so hard to design for her. Say that she’d marry him.
This one is probably my favorite cover in all the Black Oak books (and my favorite hero). I wanted to have a very gothic feel for this book so this is what I asked Frauke (my cover designer) in my email when I described what I wanted: