Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Romance
Revenge. It’s a way of life for psychic Lily Saburi. Haunted since the brutal murder of her best friend and partner, she’s obsessed with retribution—a vigilante bent on striking a blow for humanity against the shadowed world of the supernatural. Prey turned predator she aims to even the score—one bullet at a time starting with the beast that changed her life forever.
Prepared for Armageddon she’s in for the fight of her life. But when mortally wounded by a diseased and insane Were, Lily is rescued by a most unlikely savior—Were-hunter, Sean Leighton. Sexy and powerful, Leighton is charged with destroying anything infected with the deadly pathogen threatening the survival of his pack, and that includes Lily. But their immediate attraction leaves them both breathless and confused. As Lily grapples with truth about herself, Leighton is faced with the looming reality that he will most likely have to kill the woman he’s falling in love with. Only time will tell if they are destined to be together or if they’ll fall victim to the Hunter’s Blood.
Psychic investigator, Lily Saburi is no stranger to the supernatural. Tough as nails, she’s a hunter in her own right, a once self-proclaimed vigilante that has joined forces with the man she once sought to kill, and now can’t live without. Sexy, Sean Leighton, Alpha of the Brethren of Weres. Their passion surpassed every obstacle set in front of them, yet in the wake of a mysterious virus threatening everyone they love, they are embroiled in an unforgiving scheme of political double dealing, hidden agendas and assassination, with Lily and Sean as primary targets. To stay together, they are forced apart. But treachery follows hard on Lily’s heels when she returns home to find New York City bathed in a series of bloodbaths. Baffled, the police have no leads, so they call in their last line of defense to work the case. Lily.
Thrown together with homicide detective, Ryan Martinez, dangerous sparks fly as the two uncover the undead truth behind the killings. Long hidden secrets are revealed, as are truths too unbelievable to accept when Lily is kidnapped and Sean and Ryan have to work together to find her.
Revenge and the struggle for power all play a part in this urban fantasy suspense, taking you from the rocky coast of Maine to the heart of New York City, the NYPD and the vampire underground, where Weres and Vampires are forced to work together to solve the mystery of what’s tearing their veiled world apart from the inside out.
A Man Trapped Between Light and Dark
Freedom fighter, Carlos Salazar, lived by his sword, fighting evil in the guise of righteousness and the atrocities carried out in the name of God—until the night he met true evil. Three hundred years later, he still walks in darkness, his only solace the hope that one day he will find absolution and a purpose under heaven for his cursed existence. Can forgiveness transcend time and heal a broken soul? Even if it is no longer human?
A Woman Changed Forever
Trina Markham’s life was ordinary—until a chance meeting with the man of her dreams. Alarmed by the intensity of their attraction, dangerous passions ignite when she falls head over heels for this dark stranger. But when she finds herself thrust into a world she never knew existed, her life becomes a legacy of blood and lies, a nightmare where the monsters are real. Can she be saved from this nightmare, even if it means choosing death?
A Man Looking for his Past
Ryan Martinez never passes up a challenge. Not as a cop and not in the bedroom. So when asked to help find a missing girl it’s business as usual, except this case is as far from usual as any detective can get—unless that detective is a sexy, half-blood Were. More than blood and honor hang in the balance as supernatural rivals look to him to resolve the mystery, but time and recent truths twist the facts of past and present in a conspiracy that runs deeper and closer to his heart than ever imagined.
A Woman Running from her Future
Commitment isn’t exactly Emily Leighton’s strong suit. Forced into fight or flight at an early age, running has been her survival tactic for half a decade—but living for the moment has taken its toll on the pretty Were, leaving her unprepared when a certain detective rocks her world to the very core. So what does she do? She runs. Only now their paths have crossed again in a place where they must rely on each other to survive. This time she has no choice but to face him and trust her heart.
She’s the one who got away, something he’s never been able to forgive or forget. He challenged her defenses ‘til she pushed him away, concealing her heart. Can the two get beyond their past and work together while battling a passion still seething beneath the surface? Or will their combined history lead them into a future neither expects?
Tough as nails, Mitch Paris trained with the best, earning a place as second-in-command to the Alpha of the Brethren. Rissa Leighton survived sickness and an unhappy marriage until the fates brought the two of them together. Never one to give up a fight, it's now Mitch's turn to take the lead as alpha of his own pack, but after a ten year absence he returns home with Rissa to the Canadian Northwest Territories to find more than just the landscape has changed. A Blood Challenge has been issued, and not only must he prove his worth but past intrigues raise questions about his future, his new family and a murder that could change the course of their life and love...
Julian Trevelyan lost his heart to a dark haired beauty on the wind-swept shores of Ireland, but when a rival had her and her people burned inside a church, he lost his soul to darkness. Literally. He's finally learned to live again— as much as a vampire can— but a chance meeting on a moonlit beach one hundred and fifty years later brings it all back again. Only this time there’s more to the collateral blood spilled than what he thinks. Can he help solve who’s behind the bloodshed and save the woman he loves or will the damage be more than either can bear?
Born to darkness in a time when crusades raged between battling faiths, Dominic De’Lessep is taken prisoner of the blood. Cursed for spurning his maker for delivering him to an existence devoid of light, she condemns him to a life alone, where anyone he dared love, dies.
A millennium later, revenge is all he wants, that is until he meets Belinda force, a fiery student of antiquities who knows him for what he is and what he plans to do.
Perilously drawn to this mysterious stranger, Belinda ignores the danger in his eyes and the icy touch that makes her body burn. She cannot deny her deep connection to the man and his quest or his raging need for her...even if it kills her. Can true love break the curse that’s held him for a thousand years?
CONDEMNED EXCERPT REVEAL!
“Come out, come out wherever you are,” he murmured, scanning the street ahead.
A neon sign for Lavazza espresso glowed in the window of a café at the next corner. The ambient light sent a dull yellow swath across the sidewalk, the illumination fading as it reached the street.
The sign flickered and then went out as two women emerged from the café door. Dominic waited, listening to their muffled goodbyes and quick double-cheeked kiss as one left in a cab and the other started toward him.
She was oblivious to him as he watched. Clouds rolled in earlier obscuring the moon, but as if God himself commanded, they parted as she stepped off the curb and his breath caught in his throat.
“Beauty,” he murmured.
A riot of auburn curls framed a heart-shaped face, and soft hair kissed creamy shoulders. It fell in waves over bare skin highlighted by an off-the-shoulder spring sweater, and when she glanced toward the sky he saw her eyes were amber.
Carlos said it. He had a weakness for pretty redheads and this one was gorgeous with just enough curves to make his mouth water and his fangs tingle.
You’re horny. Either that or you haven’t fed in a while...
Dominic smirked to himself at Carlos’s words.
Knowing you, it’s probably both.
Dominic watched the woman turn the corner into a darkened street. Rome was safe. At least that’s what the travel brochures liked to claim. Average humans had no idea what prowled the ancient streets in the small hours of the night. It wasn’t just muggers looking for a quick hit.
He followed, keeping his distance. No matter how tempted, he had other business to attend, but he could play Good Samaritan for now.
Her footsteps echoed in the silence, the tap tap of her boots bouncing off buildings on either side. He hung back, but her senses were sharp and she glanced over her shoulder as if she knew someone followed.
She picked up her pace, heading for the florescent lights under the façade canopy of a typical three-star side street hotel. Two blocks. That’s all she had to walk before he got back to the task at hand. Once inside, the pretty woman was no longer his concern.
“Belinda…” a voice called from the shadows. “The mistress waits for you and so do I.”
Startled, she stopped short on the sidewalk and looked across her shoulder. “Is someone there?”
The voice laughed and she took a step toward the darkened alley to peer into the gloom. “Who’s there? Show yourself!”
As if mesmerized, she took another step, but before she could move into the darkness, Dominic knocked her back to the sidewalk.
She fell with an expletive, pivoting on her heel to break her fall with both palms. “Ow! Shit!”
“Didn’t your mother tell you not to play in the dark?” His mouth was a harsh line, but at the stunned look on her face, he softened.
“No.” She slapped his hand away and got up on her own, dusting herself off. “She told me not to talk to strangers, especially pushy shovey ones!”
“I’m sorry, but you were about to step into that alley and someone was there, waiting. Someone you wouldn’t want to tangle with. There are dangers in the shadows.”
“Wait, you heard the whispers?”
Belinda raked a sore palm through her hair, but was too freaked out to wince. “So I’m not crazy. I thought I was hearing things.” She hesitated, sparing a glance for the dark alley before looking back to Dominic. “But he knew my name.”
He nodded again. “I heard. Belinda. It’s beautiful name for a beautiful girl that almost got into a situation she might not have been able to get herself out of.”
“I’ve never been the dumb girl before, but I guess there’s a first time for everything,” she mumbled, giving him a sheepish glance. “I’m actually pretty smart.”
He bent to pick up her purse and handed it to her. “Then do me a favor smart girl,” he said with a smile. “Go back to your hotel and lock the door behind you. Pull the shades and don’t answer the door for anyone, at least not until morning.”
“Wait,” she said as he took a step toward the alley. “Where are you going? I don’t even know your name.”
He looked at her and shrugged, fighting every urge to take her a kiss her then and there. Another place, in another time. Maybe.
“It’s better that way, beautiful.” Dominic took off after the voice knowing exactly who it belonged to.
Eric Fraser is the stuff of gothic romances. From the battlefields of the first World War, to a chance encounter with walking death on a desolate stretch in Northern France, he’s Heathcliff of Wuthering Heights meets Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Gorgeous. Brooding. Sexy. And Undead. After a century of lonely waiting, he’s finally found a family and a place he calls home, but the fates aren’t done messing with him.
Chance brings him the woman of his dreams. Beautiful. Sexy. Smart. And a Witch. The one supernatural being whose blood could deliver final death or enslave him. Is love worth the chance?
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Blair sniffed, lifting her chin. “You are deceit incarnate. Grief and death together, in an unfeeling, calculating predator.”
All humor had gone out of the conversation, and the air was suddenly thick with uncertainty.
“That’s quite an indictment.”
Adrenaline rose in her blood, and she steeled herself as the clock ticked down. “I have cause in spades for my accusations.”
“I see.” He nodded.” So, according to you, because I was unfortunate enough to suffer my fate, it then follows I am automatically inclined to inflict suffering because I am a vampire.”
She kept her eyes on him but didn’t reply.
“And that’s your idea of how this works?” He actually laughed at her logic. “That suffering only begets more suffering. That no one can rise above circumstance and end a toxic cycle.”
She opened her mouth but then shut it again. Why was he arguing the point? Who the hell did he think he was? Clarence Darrow? OJ’s dream team?
Flecks of ash from the youngblood’s decaying body crossed her peripheral vision, and she steeled herself again.
“A pig in a satin bonnet is still a pig, so don’t try your double-talk with me. I know firsthand the harm vampires bring and the grief they leave in their wake.”
He shook his head. “Why are you doing this? Anyone with sense would have run when they had the chance. Do you have a death wish?”
Spreading the neck of her blouse, she exposed her throat. “Not really. Do you?” The blade in her hand was not her only taunt.
“Go home, girl. You’re in over your head, and I’m not interested in playing games with a Buffy wannabe.”
With a quick flick of her hand, Blair sliced her palm with the tip of her blade. “You sure you’re not interested?” Blood trickled over her palm to her fingers to drip onto the ash-coated asphalt.
His nostrils flared, and his eyes dilated red for a moment but then returned to their normal hazel. “Positive,” he replied, digging in his pocket for a handkerchief. “You may want to bind that wound, or someone else might take you up on your offer. I told you, I’m not interested in games. Especially not playing Russian roulette with witch blood.”
Blair’s jaw tightened. He’d resisted her cast before, but now she was going for the big guns.
Magic forces here and now,
Lend your sight, the truth allow.
Show this witch his evil heart,
His motives show, so there’s no doubt.
She spoke the words loud and proud and threw her bloody hand up. Wind gusted in the alley, swirling ash and rubbish. White light surrounded the vampire, revealing his aura.
It showed dusky and wan, but the vampire’s eyes stayed clear and hazel instead of turning black as she expected.
“My aura is no different than the others of my kind. It’s misty and pale because I’m undead.” Holding the handkerchief out, he took a step closer before blurring behind her, relieving her of her knife at the same time.
In that moment, their auras merged, and she gasped at the silken feel. The white light that encircled him drew power from her spell, and her aura illuminated his, lighting it until it glowed with gilt threads. Her breath caught in her throat as heat engulfed her head to toe. Carnal, yet pure and ethereal.
“Warmth and light.” He rested his forehead on the back of her head, his body trembling. “Christ’s wounds, it’s been so long.” A whispered prayer brushed her ear, and she glimpsed his mind. Gratitude. Peace. It was what he craved and what she inadvertently gave him.
She severed the spell’s thrall. Cutting it cold. Why should he have peace? His kind didn’t deserve it.
“Pity,” she said, with a sniff. “And I thought you were daring, maybe even a little interesting. You sure you’re not a bit curious? After all, I’m offering a willing taste. Who knows? You might be one of the lucky ones immune to the bane in my blood.”
His breath kissed the edge of her ear, as it had earlier, and she braced herself against the sensual feel. He threw her at every turn, and, with his body molded to hers, she needed every bit of strength she could muster.
“I’m surprised there’s no metallic tang of fear in your scent, though there is something unusual underlying.” He gripped her wrists behind her back and went about the business of binding her cut. “That should hold your poison for now, but your wound may hinder your knife-wielding for a couple of days.”
Spinning her around, he kept her locked tight in his arms. He inhaled the clean perfume of her hair. “Maybe I will help myself to you after all, witchling. A kiss in exchange for saving your life. Not much in terms of payment, don’t you agree, little hellcat?”
“Hellcat?” Blair snorted. “You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet, old man. And I thought vampires were supposed to be sovereigns of seduction.”
Hazel eyes darkened, and he let his lips brush hers with a feather’s touch. Their breath mingled, and his clean, masculine scent filled her nose.
Every fiber came alive. Every synapse firing with anticipation. Her body hummed with the need to bare her flesh, her veins, anything he wanted.
His mouth took hers in a soft kiss, but as her lips parted to meet and demand more, he stepped away, breaking the spell.
“You aren’t the only one who can weave a potent spell. Sovereigns of seduction, one. Witchling, zip.” Touching two fingers to his brow, he bowed with another crooked grin and then turned for the shadows.
“Wait! What’s your name?” Blair called after him, hating herself for asking. The breeze tickled her ear with his name even as it swirled the preppy vamp’s ashes.
Blair stood with her body still humming and her mind revolting against its betrayal. She reached behind her for an unbroken pallet and sank her ass to the flat wood.
Gulping in air, she swore under her breath. Eric, the centenarian vampire, had turned the tables and beaten her at her own game. Plus, the bastard still had her blade.
The same breeze swept up the torn piece of fabric the youngblood ripped from Eric’s jacket and blew it toward her feet. She bent for it, lifting the material to her nose. God damn. Even muted, his scent electrified her body all over again.
She stuffed the scrap in her boot and then got up from the broken pallet. She’d find him again. Somehow, someway. There were too many questions that needed answering, including if he was truly as good as he tasted........