Welcome to my world-
I have always had an interest in the strange and unusual and I’m a romantic by heart. So how did I come into writing, you ask? Well, I stumbled into it. Yeah, that’s pretty much what happened. I never pictured myself as a writer but sometime in 2011, craving some kind of excitement and adventure in my life; I jotted down a few notes for a book idea and never looked back. Funny part is, the notes I wrote never became a book, instead I took on subjects as wolf-shifters and angels and created their worlds and I have loved every minute of it.
I write passion-filled paranormal romance- weaving tales of alpha males willing to do anything for the one feisty, curvaceous, strong-willed woman who has won their heart. They will go to any length to please their mate, in and out of the bed.
I invite you, lovely readers, to enter my world, relax in an easy-chair, sip a soothing beverage, stay and be entertained. I write for you.
Tamara’s spicy scent thrills, seduces and weakens him like no other. She is his and he wants her. Unfortunately, she is done with men. Tamara’s been burned too many times in the past and she’s not looking for a relationship…..ever. But when she finds a stray dog on her doorstep she decides she wants a relationship with a male, after all- that of pet and pet owner.
Josh is not a dog and he has no interest in staying her pet. He has one burning desire- Tamara- in his bed, nightly and permanently. He will stop at nothing to convince Tamara they are better together and that he needs her, forever.
Their paths are intertwined and their future is inevitable but will Tamara allow Josh to love, cherish and protect her? Or will she say good-bye to the amazing, dedicated man whose loyalty and sweet promises could shatter her walls completely and consume her with desire?
He marveled, watching each time her shapely bottom flew out of her seat to rally the team toward a goal. Her enthusiasm was intoxicating and Josh’s desire was growing with excitement. He viewed her curvy bottom and imagined bending her over the back of a seat, tearing off her jeans and giving everyone another, entirely different show. She was thrilled and fired-up and he was starting to feel wickedly playful.
Wolves could have sex with anyone, but it was different with their mates. Their libido was enhanced and the urge was stronger, especially on the night of the full moon. Again, it could be the pheromones but Josh didn’t care what it was. He wanted Tamara naked in the backseat of his car, right now. He watched her bounce side to side and his eyes danced with her movements. She was sexier to him when she was enthusiastic and spirited, and he was extremely excited.
He leaned over and whispered, “Game’s over, baby. I think we should go now before everyone leaves and we’re stuck in a traffic jam.” She looked over at him and nodded.
Good. He couldn’t wait to get her into his car.
Tatiana seeks rare, coveted treasure: a strong, loving, committed male she can respect, be proud of and become her full-fledged, partner. She has sought this elusive prince among men, her own personal champion but instead found many, many frogs and quite a few toads. Does her hero exist on Earth or did she miss her opportunity?
Jasper isn’t seeking a mate. His only intention is to rescue Tatiana from a fatal car accident, but he finds himself drawn to her in ways he can’t explain. She’s a rare, precious gem and there’s no turning back for him. He must know her and introduce himself in some sort of “human” fashion, at some sort of “human” event, for he is not of Earth.
Once Tatiana finds out Jasper’s true identity, will she accept and trust him? Will Tatiana allow herself to enter into a permanent, loving relationship with an unearthly but powerful being who only wants to adore and protect her?
The sporadic green and brown patches of grass crunched under her feet as she made her way back to her car. Circling around it, she found what she was looking for but hoping not to find. The jagged, crushed, concave metal on the driver’s side was a jarring reality check. The metal was so deeply gouged into the driver’s seat that she knew just by glancing at it that there was no way the driver’s side door would open. She looked into the car as much as she could, trying to walk around the varied sizes of broken glass dotting the surrounding area. Her head jerked up as a shrill noise increased in intensity and approached her. It was an ambulance followed by a fire truck. Someone had called 911. She looked back at her car and gulped as she saw the devastation she couldn’t deny happened. She looked at her car with incredulity and fascination as she peered in at the jagged, wicked, broken pieces of metal that would’ve pierced her body completely, rupturing through her left torso all the way down to her left leg.
Reality settled in and the gravity of the situation gave her a cold shiver straight down her spine. She shouldn’t have survived. At the very least, the firemen would’ve had to use the Jaws of Life to pry her out. What could’ve taken several hours to extricate her from her car only took a few minutes with the help of the handsome stranger that was, somehow, no longer around. How was she walking around, with only a few bruises across her left arm and a red rash across her face where the airbag burned her when it deployed? It was nothing short of a miracle. She glanced down at her legs and found nothing wrong with them; not even tightness or any type of soreness to claim. There was no rational explanation for what happened.
Centurion has it all. A talented charge, ladies at his disposal for a single encounter or more and access to all the coffee he wants once he lands on Earth. Plus, he’s second in command of the volunteer band of angels called the Guardian League. The one thing he never wanted was an intimate relationship with a human beyond the usual angel-charge boundaries.
So when he finds a woman as strong and hot as the human beverage that tickles his fancy, what else can he do but pursue her until he figures out what to do with her.
April loves her enticing, hunky angel but he’s a lot to handle. He’s cocky, unpredictable but most of all… incorrigible. What is she to do with a male who lives life by his own schedule?
Can April and Centurion form a compromise and allow love to bind them together? Or will Centurion’s inability to commit wedge them apart, forever?
She should’ve died.
April leaned forward on her elbows and afforded Centurion a peek down her blouse. Centurion’s gaze dropped to her full breasts stretching the length of her semi-tight shirt. Magnificent, creamy globes he wanted to hold in his hands. What would she feel like? Would she squirm or would she welcome his touch? He closed his eyes, reveling in the vivid imagery of caressing every inch of her and inhaled her musky scent. She was unique—different–and beautiful, inside and out. Her presence caused all kinds of strange sensations within him. He alternated between interest, want and need. Desire, he understood, even early on in a relationship, because for an Angel, one knew the human being they were with, intimately. It was a keen sixth-sense he couldn’t explain. Somehow, he knew she was perfect for him.
His practical, logical mind struggled to rein in his wild heart as she continued speaking words he didn’t hear. He was too entranced by her beauty to listen. Her heart radiated an untapped purity he rarely found in human beings. Her essence was magical and the dancing lights of her aura teased and fascinated him while he watched her sensual mouth opening and closing, forming words, uttering chuckles and creating smiles in between. April was a bit reserved and insecure but most human beings were. She was kind, generous and loving in ways others weren’t. She deserved everything good in life. The fact she was single still puzzled him. Granted, she was a bit shy and didn’t approach men and maybe that’s why she was unattached. It was a shame her one male Guardian hadn’t stepped in to take a chance when he could but his opportunity was gone and now it was Centurion’s turn to try.