• E books,  Paranormal romance

    Paranormal in Living Color

    Life interrupted, so I wasn’t able to finish editing HUI since I work full-time and write part time. But it will be out very soon. Here’s how I deal with the eye-strain of pages and pages of text:

     

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    From left to right: Karnage Xian – Gargoyle  Ronin – Warlock  Andre Santana – Werewolf

     

     

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    Julian Larouche – Victorian Era Vampire

     

     

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    Ronin – a Firedrake Warlock

     

     

     

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  • Blog,  E books,  Paranormal romance,  Urban Fantasy

    Get a Sneak Peek at an epic Urban Fantasy romance

    Download a free eight chapter excerpt from Confessions of a Shapeshifter this Saturday Sunday, August 10th August 11th and Monday, August 12th.

     

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    A Victorian Era Vampire and a newly turned Werewolf search for the kidnapped Djinn they both love, in Confessions of a Shapeshifter

     

     

    From the excerpt:

    Devastatingly handsome, sexy as hell. A chick magnet, and he was hanging out at her restaurant. Thank you God.  But he was scowling at her when he spoke. “Where were you yesterday?”

    She wanted to say Excuse me? That’s none of your damn business. But she didn’t. That kind of courage wasn’t in her. Plus she needed this job. So she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders, pulling out her waitress pad to take his order.

    He’d seen the flash of hurt in her eyes when he questioned her, so Julian’s tone was softer this time. “I was worried about you, so I made inquiries. They said you took the day off. Is everything well at home?”

    “Um hum.”

    What kind of answer was that? Julian sat upright, a huffy expression now on his face. He toyed with the eating ware that had been placed on the table. It was stainless steel, not the pure silver he was used to.

    “Not to your liking M’lord?” she asked, smiling even broader at his pained expression.

    Her god awful cockney accent, even in jest produced a deeper frown this time. “Aria, really, you must learn-” he began, as if about to give a student a stern lecture. He stopped in mid-sentence, realizing he was doing it again. Sounding too authoritarian. He shifted in his chair and his voice dropped to a whisper. “I’ll…I’ll just have coffee please. Espresso.”

    Okay. Cool. She could work with that. Except…  “Don’t you ever get hungry? I mean, you sit here all day but you never order any food.”

    “Would you like me to?”