To celebrate my new release, I’ve decided to offer a sale.
For this week only, BloodSworn is ON SALE at Amazon for $0.99!
Lion, werewolves, and hunky alpha males, oh my! If you enjoy adventure, magic and forbidden love, be sure to check out this dark paranormal romance.
Undeniable desire. Forbidden love. Inescapable destiny.
Falling in love might be the most dangerous thing they’ve ever done…
I’m excited to share with you my new release Coveted.
Discover what happens when a woman stumbles across a Scottish werewolf imprisoned in a thousand-year old dungeon.
Magic and mayhem, not to mention a lot of kick-ass action and some sexy hijinks of course. *wink*
Pack alpha Aiden vows to do whatever necessary to protect his people. When he discovers a plot to harvest blood from his wolves to create the ultimate drug, he’s determined to stop them at any cost. And quickly finds himself taken captive. After months in prison, Aiden barely manages to hang onto his sanity. The last thing he expects is a shapely little human to come to his rescue and bring out all his protective instincts.
Shayla is being stalked because of her abilities as a seeker. When offered a job in Scotland, she leaps at the chance to escape. With danger pursuing her at every turn, she must decide if she could give up her magic in order to live a safe, ordinary life. Never in her wildest fantasies did she expect to find a feral-looking man imprisoned in a thousand-year-old dungeon…or be so wildly attracted to him. She didn’t need more trouble, but when fate presents the means to help him escape, she doesn’t hesitate.
Now they are both being hunted, and Aiden is determined to do everything in his power to protect Shayla…and seduce her into becoming his mate. As the danger intensifies, Aiden begins to suspect that Shayla might be the key to saving not only his people but also the future of his race…if he could keep her alive long enough.
A heart-wrenching howl split the air. The lonely sound held such despair that Shayla stopped short. She spun around searching for the source.
Her eyes latched on the castle. The poor animal must be trapped.
Thunder rumbled, and the earth trembled under her feet with its ferocity. “Damn it!”
She couldn’t leave the dog stranded.
A night in a haunted castle was every tourist’s fantasy. She could brave a night in an abandoned castle with the spooks and spiders. It would be the kind of adventure her grandfather had always encouraged her to embrace. So why did she tense with the compulsion to flee while she had the chance?
Ignoring the heebie-jeebies crawling along her skin, Shayla pushed toward the ruined walls, wincing as she plodded through the beautiful flowers like some heathen.
Another boom shook the ground, and the sky opened up, jolting her into a run. By the time she reached the outer wall, she was soaked.
The rain was surprisingly warm. She cocked her head, listening for any sign of the dog who’d howled so plaintively, but she couldn’t hear squat over the storm. “Here doggie.”
Feeling foolish, she hunched over and made kissy sounds, searching the area for any traces of the missing hound. And not getting very far. She could barely see two feet in front of her in the downpour. Her foot slipped. Mud sucked at her shoes. She staggered to catch her balance as the ground beneath her feet shifted, and the earth began to slowly crumble.
“Shit.” Shayla threw herself sideways. But the ground had a mind of its own, slurping her down like a hungry beast, and she could’ve smacked herself for putting the image of being eaten alive into her brain. Her hands slid over the rain-slicked earth, mud squishing through her fingers as she scrambled for purchase.
By the time she was hip deep, there was no escape. She kicked her legs, frantic to reach something solid. There was only empty space below her.
Relief was instantaneous.
The fear of being buried alive lessened. That one second of inattention was all it took. The ground beneath her arms dissolved, sucking her under, and she fell into emptiness for what felt like an eternity.
She flailed like a ninny before her brother’s training took over. She crossed her arms over her chest, tucked her chin down, and bent her legs.
She landed with a jarring thud and rolled. She came to a stop flat on her back, her satchel crunched beneath her, while the pounding rain did its best to drown her. Clawing away from the downpour, she dragged herself out of the small river of mud and water.
Then she encountered stone.
Fear of the unknown diminished.
She was in the basement of the castle. The random thought nearly sent her into a fit of giggles. As soon as her fingers touched the wall, Shayla climbed to her feet and leaned against it, relief weakening her knees.
Hell, she didn’t need a stalker to kill her, she could manage that all by herself. She pressed her face against the cool stone when her actual location hit her.
Castles didn’t have basements.
They had dungeons.
You can find the rest of the story at Amazon.com. I hope you enjoy!!