Death's Lover
Eternal Lovers series, Book 1
Release Date: September 3, 2013
Cian knows Eve is special the minute they lay eyes on each other. He’s a supernatural being with a dangerous duty, and being seen is not part of the job description. But when he meets the kind, beautiful Eve, all the rules go out the window. Now that his superiors have gotten wind of it, he has a wicked enemy on his tail. Yet all he cares about is Eve: loving her, protecting her—and finding the right time to tell her his dark and terrible secret, a secret that threatens both of their lives . . .
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Death's Lover Excerpt
It was almost Christmas, and she and her husband had a shopping date planned. She refused to wuss out now over some stupid dreams. Still, the unease of this morning lingered in the darkest corners of her mind. Usually she could just shake these things. Maybe it was just the old, burned coffee the java shack had served her this morning. Either way, she really wanted to stop stressing about it. There were too many other real things to worry about.
Like the fact that in three days her coven would be required to vote on the fate of a werewolf who’d been caught stabbing his human wife. No matter that his wife had tried to kill him first with the aid of a warlock’s spell. Humans demanded the supernatural folk—or “supers,” as they preferred to be called—governed themselves as swiftly and brutally as possible, especially when the crime involved one of their own. That was the life of a witch, especially one who chose to live in a city in as much turmoil as San Francisco. Still, there was no other place in the world she’d rather be.
By congressional act, California had granted the first and only place that the others could come out of hiding and live as they truly were. Werewolves no longer had to hide in tunnels, vampires could roam the streets freely at night, and witches could practice their craft without fear of retribution by the normals. That was ten years ago, and she’d never looked back.
Not to say that it was one big love fest. A snake could shed its skin several times in a lifetime, but that would never change its true essence. In the end a snake would always remain a snake. Just as a vampire could not help but feed, or a werewolf would go mad by light of the full moon.
Having so many volatile and sometimes dangerous groups in such close proximity practically begged for the violence to occur.
But she accepted it and moved on, because freedom was worth any price. Glancing around, she inhaled the sharp nip to the wind. It was a cloudless, gray day. The type that made her want to curl up in front of a roaring fire with a steaming cup of chamomile, cocooned against her husband’s body.
She didn’t notice the small rut in the road and stepped down hard. Muddy water splashed up her leg. A large black gob of goo landed square on her blood red pumps.
“Damn it!”
Michael glanced down. One side of his mouth curled into a half-formed grin. She growled and picked up a dead leaf to scrape off the nasty mixture.
“I don’t even want to know what that was.” He laughed.
Eve stood and glared at her husband’s smiling face. Turning her nose in the air, she dropped the leaf with disgust and walked away.
“Honey.” He grabbed her hand and chuckled. “You gotta admit...it was pretty funny.”
“Ha-ha. I’m just howling with laughter.” She pointed a finger to her deadpan face. “This is me in hysterics.”
Crimson Night
Night series, Book 1
Release Date: September 5, 2013
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Crimson Night Excerpt
“You’re awake.” That voice was like smooth-malt whiskey, deep and full-bodied. I shivered.
“Excellent.”
His back was to me. How had he known? I hadn’t made noise.
He finally seemed to settle on a book. He grabbed it and turned, still not looking at me, he traced the gold lettering on the front cover.
I narrowed my eyes. “I see you found my home. Mind telling me how?” I tried, but failed, to keep the dripping anger from my tone.
Those plain eyes of his flicked to my face. His was an unreadable mask as he studied me. Then he shrugged. “I’ve been watching you.”
“How long?”
He opened the book and flipped through a couple of pages.
My nostrils flared. Anger settled like a hot coal in my gut. He was ignoring me. People had done far less and I’d hurt them far worse.
Darn me and my philanthropic ways. I’d let him go, and this is how he repaid me. I pushed glamour into my hands, filling my wrists with heat where the rope touched. I’d cut through this thing and then wrap it around his neck, see how he liked it.
“I wouldn’t if I was you,” he finally said, looking up from the book and slamming it shut. He moved toward me with the careless grace of a jungle cat, before I could even blink he was upon me. His heat invading mine, his face hovering inches above me.
There was anger...and something else, something I had no name for, glittering in those eyes. He placed his hands on either side of my chair and turned me around. I cringed. That rug had cost a small fortune.
“You tear it you buy it,” I hissed.
His eyes crinkled at the corners. He wasn’t as young as I’d initially assumed him to be. Up close like this I could see the lines and wrinkles of age. Earlier I’d assumed him a fresh-faced college grad, now he reminded me much more of the hot college professor all the girls gossiped about.
He was still wearing the ball cap and I had a sick feeling I now knew why.
I’d assumed him human. But no human, even one as strong as a tank, could have gotten through the wards of my trailer, or for that matter masked the fact that he’d been following me.
My heart thudded...
“Don’t push me. You’re lucky you’re still alive.” His lip curled. “Nephilim.”
...and then it sank to my knees.
Oh this was bad.
Right Now
Moment series, Book 2
Release Date: September 15, 2013
Things were supposed to get better when Ryan met Lili. I was supposed to move on, get a life... but I'm stuck and lost. Things with my father are not good. There are demons in our closet, big ones. Ones I want to kill him for, I'm seeing a shrink, I'm trying to get better... but my life feels out of control, like I'm a raft adrift on the sea. I don't know where to look, how to get anchored again, and then I meet Zoe Stone. Something about her draws me out of my rut, makes me laugh for real, smile, and for the first time in years I want to be more. But what will she think when she discovers who I really am?
...all we have...
When Alexander Donovan, aka The Golden Adonis, walks into my tattoo parlor, I know I'll do anything to make that man mine. There's an instant connection, a need to know more about him. Everything about him. But there's also a mystery surrounding the guy, when people look at him they only see the man that laughs, that cracks jokes and makes the world think that everything's okay, but I see the truth... I see the darkness that lurks so deep inside few would ever recognize it. I want to help him, I want to be with him, now I just have to make him trust me enough to let me in.
Is Right Now
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Right Now Excerpt
Kicking an empty silver can, I watched as it skittered across the slick asphalt. It must have rained while I’d been at the restaurant with the girls.
The neon glow of lights reflected off the shiny blacktop surfaces.
It was summer break, the night was muggy, the sky obscured by heavy clouds. I took a deep breath and for the first time in my life seriously wondered what the hell I was doing.
When I said I didn’t have a clue, I meant it. I was a year away from graduating college, and still wasn’t entirely sure what I wanted to do with my life.
For so long my main goal in life had been to take care of Ryan, make sure he survived the hell my shit of a father had put him through. But Ryan didn’t need me anymore.
In fact, no one did.
I was free.
For the first time since I’d turned six, I was free and I didn’t know what to do about it.
Grabbing my skull, I played with the piece of paper in my pocket and just stood there feeling like I was standing at the proverbial crossroads. I was empty.
Just a great big ball of nothing.
There wasn’t even any noise in my head to distract me. Hot chicks couldn’t do it. I’d taken a year off school because I couldn’t focus, and basically just sat around while my life moved on without me.
Rubbing my finger along the scruff on my jaw, the flicker of a neon light hooked my attention. It was coming off a sign from across the street: The Garage.
Flash art covered the walls and doors, old style sailor tattoos and more modern tribal art. I flicked the paper in my pocket again.
A pinup painted on the side of the wall wore a Betty Page smile while reclining on her side, her entire body was covered in ink. A blue bikini and screw me red heels were the only things she had on.
Never in my life had I ever wanted to paint my body; the thought never even crossed my mind.
Until now.
“Be opposite, huh?” I muttered as I quickly crossed the street. “I’ll show you fucking opposite.”
I wasn’t really sure who I was talking to, maybe the universe, all I knew was that sheet of paper had challenged me and it wasn’t going to win.
Feeling all sorts of reckless and stupid, I opened the door, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the harsh fluorescent lights. More tattoo art covered the walls. Groups of people crowded the small space pointing and giggling over the designs on the walls, grinding metal bled through the speakers and the constant hum and buzz of needles made a small smile latch itself to my face.
The room smelled of ink and rubbing alcohol. There were four stations, each set up with a menagerie of inkwells and a large silver contraption that could only be the tattoo gun. Two guys were working, one of them—tall, blond, and built like a freaking tank sporting a wicked goatee dyed flaming red at the bottom—was bent over a girl’s thigh, drawing a cherry blossom tree.
The design was massive, the branches started off at the center of her ribs and ended with the roots at the mid-point of her thigh. She was laying on her side, face scrunched up with pain as she bit down on her knuckle.
Next to her the other guy—dressed all in black from head to toe with a silver chain dangling from his pockets—was about my height and build with cropped black hair. He was working on a short Asian guy’s back. The piece was also massive, a Chinese dragon and tiger coiled around each other while their claws scaled his shoulders. Unlike the girl, the guy was in zen mood, eyes shut and chatting lightly with the artist behind him.
“Hey,” a soft feminine voice pulled my eyes away from the pieces, “you got an appointment?”
I lost my words. Like they literally flew out my head the moment my eyes landed on her.
She was short, her head reaching only to the base of my neck—which meant she was probably not all that short since I was six and a half feet tall. Clearly Asian, with maybe a mix of something else. Her skin was dusky and pearlescent, almost seemed to gleam under the lights, and every inch of her had some sort of design on it. She wasn’t exactly covered, but she was a framework of art. Mostly shades of white, black, and gray, with pink and red splashes of color throughout. A pink and white lotus flower trail started at her neck and disappeared beneath the halter of her black and white polka dotted dress.
Her bangs were razor blade straight, and her hair hung heavy to her waist. There were even tattoos on her face, small feminine ones. Three tiny stars rested at the corner of her big, honey colored eyes.
I blinked, swallowing hard.
She wore a huge, red flower in her hair and the only make-up she had on was around her eyes. Black eyeliner that turned her already cat eyes dangerously sultry.
Dressed differently than any other girl I’d ever seen, she wore the fifties throw back dress with rockin’ red suede pumps.
Damn, the girl was smokin’. Every inch of her. And what I couldn’t do back in that flea-infested bathroom I felt starting to happen here. I cleared my throat and shifted around, hoping God of Thunder would behave himself.
By the time my eyes made the rounds she was wearing a small smirk on her plump lips. “What are you doin’ here, vanilla?”
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