Thursday, June 18, 2015


Title: Needing Him (Book 1)
Series: Longing for Love Series
Author: A. Sloan
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Erotica/ New Adult





One moment can change the path of your life. In that moment, you can see a new path you never knew could exist. You can see your present slowly change and morph into a future of complete happiness. You can look into someone’s eyes and see all that in a moment. 

For Colt, that moment came in the form of a pair of the bluest eyes he had ever seen. Everything he thought his life was, the son he loved more than his own life, his family’s ranch and the life he built. He wanted to wrap her in his arms, breathe her in and share it all with her. He knew when his eyes met hers that day, he needed Addison to complete his life that he didn’t know was incomplete, until that moment. 

In a moment, you can see your future happiness shatter right before your eyes. You can think that it was finally time for a happy ending and then it’s gone in a puff of smoke, violence, and drugs. The fear sets in and you begin to wonder if that happy you dreamed of as a little girl was in reality, a simple moment in time, which actually feels like a minute in your lifetime. 

For Addison, she felt like her minute was the time she spent with Colt. In such a short time, he made her believe that all the past drama with her ex-husband, was exactly that, in the past. He had moved on. Until she gets a phone call and it puts a halt to all of the happiness she got when she moved back home and was with Colt. All she wanted was to be happy and most importantly make her daughter happy. And when she was with Colt, she had felt that connection, like she needed him. 

You can search, unknowingly, your entire lifetime for a moment. Your life and all you’ve ever wanted or needed can appear in front of you, out of thin air, in a moment. 

Will Colt and Addison get their happily ever after?

Or will their moment be just a minute in a lifetime?











My name Amanda Sloan / A. Sloan.  I’m a married to a pretty great guy. Who in turn is a pretty great daddy.  I have a totally awesome daughter. Two cats and two dogs. I also have a love for horses. 
I worked in retail for a total of fourteen years and was in management for ten of those years. About a year after I had my daughter. I became a stay at home mom. Which I love being able to be there for her. It’s an awesome feeling being able to attend every event for her as well as just being able to pick her up from school. I met my husband when I was twelve years old. We were friends we didn’t start dating till I was twenty one. Our lives taking us in different directions. But life has a funny way of bringing you were you’re meant to be. 
I’m from and still live in the Northern Panhandle of WV. I love that my child has got to grow up in the same neighborhood that I grew up in. I love that my daughter will grow up in a town where everyone knows everyone.
I lost my daddy suddenly in 2005. I miss and think about him daily. My mom is pretty awesome. She is also a breast cancer survivor. I never knew strength till I watched her and my family go through my father’s death and my mother’s cancer. I also have a pretty terrific brother. We grew up in a home with two very hardworking parents. Knowing we were loved and that they would always be there for us. We could be anything we wanted to be. We were and are lucky. I have a best friend I talk to daily. And we talk about everything.           
                                                                                 
I’ve wrote for years. It started out as short stories and poems. When I was younger. My kindle is like my phone. If I leave the house it’s with me. 
So that is me in a nutshell I’m pretty much what you see is what you get.







Monday, June 15, 2015

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Is pleasure addictive? If one person lines up perfectly with all your deepest desires, all your kinkiest kinks, would you choose him, in spite of how bad he might be?
My Stranger is about a woman who is sucked into the orbit of a Bad Boy Alpha Male, but like all bad boys, there is a deep, dark streak of the romantic in him. But her stranger wields a darkness that goes beyond normal behavior. Confidence hints at aggression, intelligence turns to manipulation, care is hidden within control, and persistence slides into obsession.
And like all of us who fall for the bad boys, AJ can’t help but wonder if she’s the woman who will save him from himself, if she’s the woman who can inspire a change in his behavior.
“You’re not like any other woman I’ve ever known.” His rusty voice turned downright corroded. “Maybe you can’t be soiled. Maybe your light can’t be dimmed. Maybe you would have been my fucking salvation, if you weren’t trying so goddamned hard to keep your distance.”
Would you fall for that line? There’s no shame if your answer is yes. Lots of us have fallen for lines like that. It’s that damned romantic streak, reeling us in, tying us in knots. The possibility of winning the ultimate prize, dangling before us like a fat, juicy carrot.
AJ’s girlfriend wants her to have one last fling with a man to get it all out of her system before they take their relationship to the next level. So when AJ feels a man’s strong arms wrap around her in the dark, and hears her girlfriend’s pet name for her fall from his lips, she willingly submits to her stranger—and only finds out how dangerous he is after it’s too late to stop her addiction to the pleasure he gives her.
 
 
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A dark erotic tale of lust and lies, and a truth more dangerous than the ecstasy she discovers in her stranger’s bed.
My girlfriend wanted me to have one last fling with a man before we took our relationship to the next level. When my stranger stole me away and gave me pleasure beyond anything I’d ever known, I thought it was all her idea. But my stranger wasn’t what I thought he was.
AJ isn’t ashamed to admit she’s a lover of many things—men, women and various combinations thereof. She’s a free spirit with a rough past that left her with a need to be taken care of, in spite of her trust issues. For the first time in her life, AJ is ready to commit to one person, but her girlfriend isn’t certain that AJ can be faithful and suggests one last fling to make sure she’s ready for a future together.
When AJ feels a man’s strong arms wrap around her in the dark, and hears her girlfriend’s pet name for her fall from his lips, she willingly submits to her stranger—and only finds out how dangerous he is after it’s too late to stop her addiction to the pleasure he gives her.
Warning: This story is dark erotica and contains situations that may be uncomfortable for certain readers, including Stockholm Syndrome, minor knife play, bondage, anal sex and fisting.
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The lights in my apartment were off. I flicked the switch, toggled it a bit the way people do when they think willpower alone can bring their dead bulbs back to life, but no dice. If I had known, I’d have picked some up while I was at the grocery store. Or, at the very least, I’d have come home before the sunset so I didn’t have to search for replacement bulbs by the weak light of the streetlamp outside. I was on my tip-toes reaching for the back of the top shelf in my bedroom closet, pretty certain I had a box of twenty watts up there somewhere. Not ideal, but it would do until the morning. I didn’t hear a damned thing. Massive arms wrapped around my rib cage. A big, hot body pressed against my back. I jerked, but I couldn’t scream as a massive hand covered my mouth and held my surprise inside. My heart stuttered then pumped harder, my spine prepared itself for a struggle. Then, “Shh, Ashley Jeanine, I won’t hurt you. Be calm.” A smooth jaw swept over my temple as the unfamiliar voice—a rusty, deep voice—rolled over my ears. Was I calm? Not remotely, but the name the intruder used impinged on my senses and made me hesitate long enough that he removed his hand from my mouth. “Did Sam set this up?” “This has been in the works for a long time, beautiful.” Cloth slithered over my face and cinched tight around my eyes. “A real long time.” Reflex had me trying to put my hands to the blindfold, but he caught my arms and pulled my wrists together behind my back. He was close enough for his body’s heat to cover me like a blanket. I held my breath and took stock of the situation, unsure whether or not to be mad at Sam. The guy was big, brawny, and I wondered if he was another bounty hunter, a colleague of hers, though I wouldn’t have thought she’d set this up with someone she knew. Unless she trusted him a lot. His smooth-shaven jaw was soft against my cheek as he leaned over my shoulder and dragged his nose over my skin. I could hear him breathing me in. His hands found my hips and kneaded, and I relaxed without realizing. Sam would get an earful later, but I could appreciate the scenario she set up. I had to admit it was hot. Maybe it was wrong of me, but a flash of excitement took hold of all the nerves below my waist. Here I was, in the dark and vulnerable while a big man, a stranger, tied me up and blindfolded me, his raspy voice stroking both my senses and my imagination. Sam knew how much I liked to be tied up and I knew how uncomfortable it was for her to do it. It didn’t surprise me that she’d found someone who could, and since he’d used Sam’s pet name for me, all I had to do was relax and enjoy. I hadn’t thought to go through with her fling idea, but I was here, he was here, and my body was growing softer by the second. He flicked the buttons of my jeans and they sagged open enough to let his hand slide in. Dude wasn’t wasting any time, so I shifted my stance and leaned back against his big chest. With my eyes covered, my sense of touch was enhanced, and I tracked his firm slide south with straining nerves and unwavering concentration. His fingertip was hot against me. Striking sparks, he circled my clit with just that one, avoiding full contact and making me suck in an expectant breath. Over and around until my nerves were blazing, silently pleading. I arched lightly, pressing my shoulders back against the wall of his muscle, but I didn’t beg. Hell, no, I didn’t beg. I would have said he was teasing if his breathing wasn’t so ragged and his touch wasn’t so rough. His wrist shook against my lower belly and his pinky finger jerked rhythmically high against my right thigh. Sam must have set this up a long time ago if this guy was so ready for it. Or maybe he liked the idea of tying a girl up in the darkness of her own home, standing behind her and getting her off with just a single finger. I’m not ashamed to say that’s exactly what he was doing, either. I started rolling my hips as he traced my slit, up and down, over and over, harder and harder with each pass. Tingles were taking over and my clit swelled—I could feel it and I liked it, the sense of anticipation that built a mental pressure just as much as a physical one. He found some magic spot just to the right of my clit and stroked in such a way my hips bucked sideways. He growled in my ear and I figured he’d liked it as much as I did. Then his hot palm covered the whole upper half of my mound as his finger tracked back down, and thrust into my pussy. His dark chuckle invaded my ear. The slow glide was frustrating and I had an immediate flashback to Sam on our last night in the ski lodge, using her fingers and nothing else, even knowing I needed more. “There’s time, beautiful.” Again his nose dragged over my cheek. “But I’m going to wind you up, give you just enough pleasure that you can’t sit still. You’ll scream and beg and cry for more. And then I’ll fill your cunt with the biggest cock you’ve ever had.” They all said that same thing, I swear to God. But there was something about this big stranger at my back that had me wondering, hoping, anticipating. His finger was thrusting in and out and providing just enough sensation against the ring of muscle at my entrance that my lust was leaping forward. A gentle tingle, a need for more and my pussy was soft and clenching and trying to suck his knuckles deeper. “I never beg,” I told him breathlessly. “You will.”
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Thursday, June 11, 2015

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Santeria & Sorcery by +Author Lola White 



Genre: paranormal mystery/suspense

Publisher: Dark Hollows Press

Date of Release: June 11, 2015

Word Count: 85,700

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 Santeria & Sorcery Synopsis

Magic is necessary to all things, but like any other source of power, it can be abused. The king of gods has created a Special Collections Team to deal with illegal magic users, those who break the law set forth by the Council of Five. Being part of the team is not an honor however, but a punishment for the crimes the teammates have committed themselves.

Zahra is a magic-addicted djinn charged with the capital crime of consorting with humans. Niccolo is a vampire who betrayed his goddess. Beryl is a fairy assassin demoted for her transgressions against a queen. Wade is the only human on the team, and though his inclusion is supposed to be a compliment, it’s clear there’s a larger plan in play.

From tragic romance to zealous belief, the Special Collections Team is in over their heads, but still must find a way to be successful in their investigations, pay their penance and learn to work as a team.

In Santeria & Sorcery, their first case finds them in Miami, where trouble has come to the attention of the Council of Five. A sorcerer is stealing magic to set himself up as a god, but the team is new and each are unused to working well with others. Their personal issues also hinder their investigation—dealing with bloodthirsty boyfriends, jealous fairy kings and a dangerous fallen angel on top of their own emotional deficiencies take a toll.

The Tithe Collector is an erotic series and does include graphic scenes: M/M, M/F and multiple partners.

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Wade

I tried to keep my words level. “I’m real damn sick of y’all trying to make me question my faith.”

“I’m not!” Chimbwe looked surprised, even sad in a way. He turned in his chair, leaning back as he studied the window over the sink. “El has Blessed you, and you must follow his rules. But his rules are not what you’ve always believed them to be.”

“Well, since no one wants to explain it to me in a way that even remotely makes sense, I’ll just have to follow my own conscience, won’t I?”

“We are at war.” Now Chimbwe looked fierce, as he turned back to me. He drilled a finger into the tabletop, rocking the whole thing until the dregs of my coffee splashed up to the rim of my mug. The man had some strength. “It is a very silent war. A war humans don’t know about, and couldn’t understand if they did.”

“The girls explained that to me already.” I slid forward in my seat, mimicking the bouda’s posture and not giving a fuck if he saw it as a challenge. “Lucifer’s Fallen provides the balance so the Five Nations don’t duke it out with each other.”

“But they still do,” he told me. “They are always trying to gain the advantage. Maybe not the angels, they have a strong alliance with El, but the djinn, especially, are slobbering for revolution.”

I shrugged and sat back, unconcerned. “El will win.”

“He must.” Chimbwe nodded. “He’s the only one who is able to keep everyone else in their place. No one else is as strong. I don’t wish to break your faith, I only hope you widen it to include what is truth, rather than focus on what you wish to be truth.”

To hide my surprise and gain a little time to think of something to say, I drained the rest of my coffee. There wasn’t much more than stray grounds left. “I deserve a little time to come to terms with all this. Your world is new to me.”

“This world is new to me, too,” he argued. “I have been forced to hide everything I am for my whole life. I could not be a bouda in a village of humans, I could not love a man in a country where it means death.”

That quick, the need to wriggle my shoulders and run from the room took hold of me. “Mmm, sorry to hear that.”

The corner of his mouth tipped up. “Niccolo used to be an investigator. Gaea sent him to my village after it seemed some people were killed by a bouda. All the signs were there, but it wasn’t true. Niccolo saved me and I saved him. Gaea was not pleased with the way we did that, so she handfasted us.”

“Congratulations. That means you’re married, right?”

“Not exactly. It was meant to be a punishment. I am sure Gaea would not like to hear you wish us well.”

I got up and poured more coffee without a word.

Chimbwe laughed, a deep sound coming straight from his belly. “I know you don’t care, Wade, but I need you to understand. We are together because my goddess says it must be so, but he is a man I would have chosen for myself anyway.”

My fingers tightened around my mug. The man was as intent on discussing his relationship as I was on avoiding the subject altogether. I glared at him, noting the stubborn glint in his eye as I surrendered. “Why do you need me to understand?”

“I think this team has been assembled as more than punishment. I know Niccolo is well placed in vampire society, for all he believes he is not. From what he’s said, I think Zahra also has some importance she is not telling. Beryl has served her goddess for a thousand years, and people say simply speaking the assassin’s name is enough to make Lucifer’s Fallen cower in fear.”

“So what?”

The bouda shook his head. “And you are Blessed. I think the team is being used for a bigger purpose than what we’ve been led to believe.”

“Sure, Chimbwe, that’s possible.” But that’s all I was prepared to say on the matter, at that moment with his words of war mocking my memories. I was half-believing, and half-resistant to the idea. On one hand, it was excellent strategy to take the wind from the enemies’ sails, on the other, it was hard to imagine God being so manipulative.

“I don’t know what is going on yet,” Chimbwe whispered. “But the team needs to learn to trust each other. I am afraid of what may happen in the future, and I do not want Niccolo caught in something that may lead to his death.”

I waved my mug because it seemed a better option than putting it down to cross my arms over my chest. “So you and I need to be all buddy-buddy to get the job done. Is that it?”

Chimbwe grimaced. “Even if my suspicions are not correct, this team must meet the expectations of the Council in order to be released from their punishments. I want Niccolo to be free, so you four will need to work as one.”

I weighed his words carefully. I was used to being a part of a team that shared the same training, values and goals. This team, though, was all over the map. They only spoke to each other when they had to, came from different Nations, definitely had different training because I couldn’t imagine Zahra or Niccolo handling a weapon like Beryl, and they all reported in to different leaders.

Hell of a team. Four of us were moving in four different directions, and it seemed Chimbwe wanted to be our wise guide, leading us all into a cohesive whole. A wise guide might be just what we all needed.

That realization had me sitting back down at the table. “I would like this team to work together,” I told him. “Considering the monsters we might run up against, our lives might depend on it.”

 Author Bio

Lola White writes what she writes, which is erotic fiction. Sometimes horror, sometimes paranormal, sometimes romance. It’s all sexy, but never predictable because she likes to twist reality at its edges in her stories. She likes delving into the emotions of her characters, finding their strengths and weaknesses, and seeing (and showing) how they get themselves out of whatever trouble has found them—if they can. Don’t try to label her collection of tales beyond the most basic description, EROTICA, because she writes whatever story comes to mind, whatever speaks to her. She’s certain something in her library will speak to you, too.


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Tuesday, June 9, 2015

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At Le Cirque Macabre, Holly Octane bursts into flames five nights a week. The stage is where Holly feels most alive. When she’s there no one can touch her, and everyone adores her.

Brought to Las Vegas as vampire bait, Holly’s connection to the immortals is a mystery. She’s one of a kind-- traveling through time and igniting when her emotions get too hot to handle. The only people who understand her are an aunt with a hidden agenda and her fortune teller girlfriend, Rainey, who doesn’t see a future with Holly in it. Cash Logan needs Holly, but she’s not the reason he came to Vegas. The enigmatic magician seeks Blade Bennett, a vampire that has a power that he shouldn’t have--fire. A power that could determine the future of all of vampire kind. Holly’s the only one who can help Blade control his fire, but their feelings for each other are too fiery to ignore. Immortals rule the Vegas night, and not one of them trusts Cash or Blade. If Holly lets them draw her in to this world designed to destroy her, she’ll lose everything—the only family she’s ever known, and everyone who adores her. Las Vegas is her stage, and Holly is determined to set the city on fire.

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“How long have you been like this?” His gaze ran the length of my robe, and he didn’t have to clarify what he meant. As far as everyone knew, I was twenty-four. “Decades. I think.” The concept of time simply made me dizzy. Cash nodded; my answer didn’t surprise him. “You were born north of London in 1781, in a village called Moorfields.” My knees buckled, and if I didn’t clutch the table, I would have fallen. Even though I knew the answer wasn’t going to be something nice and neat like twenty-five years ago in Memphis, actually having the answer blew my mind. “I remember things that happened before that.” I couldn’t face him. “And I think I remember you.” “Do you?” Cash ran his fingers lightly along my hair, never touching my body. At first, I was terrified we’d burst into flames. We’d fireproofed my dressing room, but Cash wouldn’t survive. This information was just the tip of the iceberg. I needed him to stay alive. “What do you remember?” Images jumbled in my brain as if someone spun a wheel. I saw Cash, bound, bloody, and burned, surrounded by laughing onlookers. His hair was shorter, and it was a different time, but I knew him. His eyes. No matter what humiliation was bestowed upon him, they remained proud. “Chaos.” His silky laugh almost convinced me I’d been wrong. No one could actually survive the state I pictured Cash in, his skin purple from abuse, weak from starvation, and still have a sense of humor. But those eyes. “That’s about right.” He moved closer to me, my robe pressed against my skin. I couldn’t let him distract me. “But why do I remember things that happened before that? Like I was there. Is that even possible?” “If you experienced it, then you made it possible, Holly.” His words were soft, and like time, they made me dizzy. “You’re a Bleed.” My eyes snapped open. “A what?” “You’re a Bleed. You age much more slowly than mortals, and your immortality extends in all directions. Forward, backward, and sideways if it’s possible.” I had to turn and face him. Rainey would knock on the door any time now, and I needed to wrap this up before she came. She’d warned me stay away from Cash. We’d been fighting too much lately already. I hated it. “How many of us are there?” “You mean how many of you are there.” Someone knocked on the door softly. I forced my eyes away from Cash, and he stepped back. The knock repeated, more forceful this time. Rainey would be able to sense I wasn’t alone, even if she couldn’t see Cash. “You might be the only one.” “Then how do you know so much about it?” I kept waiting for the heat to rise in my body, but it didn’t. All the triggers, fear and frustration, were there, but no flames. The knocking became frantic. “Because I do.” Cash placed my hat back on my head before he headed to the door. His hand was on the doorknob when he turned back to me. “You’ve been patient this long, Holly. I want you to need me.”
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Monday, June 8, 2015



Title: Skilled
Series: Skilled: Serial Series (Book 1)
Author: S. Reynolds
Release Date: June 3, 2015
Genre: Crime Romance





He’s Armed…She’s Dangerous

Chloe Justice grew up on American soil and in Old World China. When she witnesses her best friend’s murder, her life takes a drastic turn. Chloe dedicates her life to tracking her friend’s killer, and honing her own skills.

Detective Damon Delandre’ is having zero luck closing the homicide cases crossing his desk. When he unexpectedly stumbles upon the first and only piece of evidence in one of his cases, his ethics and heart are at odds.


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          “You need help?” Chloe looked up and paused. “You look like you’re struggling.” She was stuck with one foot still inside her pants.

His skin was nice and tanned and his abs were rock solid, she could tell by just looking at them. The muscles in his chest and shoulders were sculpted, even his thighs had defined muscles.

She licked her lips when she spotted the tattoos on his arms and chest. One looked like a skull tat and the one on his arm kind of looked like a tiger but she couldn’t tell from her position.

            “Clothes. Off.” Chloe would have thought that was sexy if she wasn’t freaking out. She stood there, bent over, staring at his torso like she was stuck on stupid. “What is it?”

            “Are you photo shopped?” The man looked like he stepped out of an underwear ad for boxers. Her eyes traveled to his package. Holy shit! He was fucking huge. It was hanging down the side of his boxers and the head was sticking out of the leg part. No way that thing will fit.

            “Um, no?” He laughed. Jackass.

            “No one looks like that!” Chloe stood up. Okay, get the damn pants off.

            “You want me to put my clothes back on?” He motioned toward his clothes that were lying on the floor in a pile. The asshole was laughing at her.

            “No. No, that’s not necessary. Kind of defeats the purpose.” Chloe took her foot and stepped on her pants to pull her other foot out. She felt a little inadequate standing there in front of him. Yes, she exercised, but damn.

            “Are you sure? I can keep my clothes on.” Damon started to reach for his clothes.

            “Smart ass.” Chloe stood there in her red panties that were already wet, and a white tank top. Her skin was damp from sweat and she was hot. She really would like to take a shower but she didn’t want to wait.

            He reached for his jeans and pulled out his wallet. He tossed two condoms on the bed before he dropped his pants and looked at her. His eyes said ‘yeah, you’re in trouble’. 

            “You’re not undressed yet.” When he took a step toward her, she backed up a step but hit the chair. She had nowhere to go. What the hell, girl? Get it together. He’s just a man!

            Chloe reached down and pulled her tank top over her head. The next thing she knew, he was standing so close to her, she could feel his breath on her skin.

            “Are you scared?” He whispered in her ear. She felt his tongue on her neck and shivers ran through her body. No, she was nervous, not scared. Well, maybe a little. She held her breath while his trailed over her skin.

            He lifted her up and put her against the wall as he took her mouth with his. It was rough, demanding, and she loved it. When he pushed his dick against her panties and started to grind himself into her, she was ready to explode.

            A moan left her throat before she could stop it. She didn’t want to seem eager, desperate. But right now, that’s exactly what she was. She could feel her pussy muscles quiver with anticipation.

            “You’re wet. I like that.” He whispered in her ear. His hot breath on her sensitive skin and the feel of his dick against her clit made her come apart. Her orgasm hit her like a rocket.

            Damon leaned into her and removed his hands. The next thing she heard was the wrapper of the condom before she felt the head of his dick at her entrance.

            “Yes. Oh, God yes.” That’s all she could say. She felt him slide into her, her muscles clenching around him. OMG!  He stretched her insides to the point she thought she would rip.

            Damon raised her arms above her head and held them there. His mouth smashed into hers with force and intensity. It was raw and fast and just what she needed. This could turn out to be an awesome trip.







Stephanie is a new indie author who loves to write. She lives in West Virginia with her 2 children and dog. Stephanie lives in West Virginia with her two children and dog. She has visited a few states and loves to travel, however she is more of a homebody and she loves to curl up with a good book and get lost in another world.

She has a BS in Criminal Justice and has spent her years reading about and exploring the mind.

Her long time goals are to be a Criminal Profiler and to write her stories. She is now completing one of those goals.

She has her Special Operations Command Series, Book 1 & 2 out and 3 is on its way. Her novella, Skilled: Book 1 is now out and 2 is on its way.

She will have many books available soon, including a fantasy series requested by her daughter.

She loves feedback and to hear from fans so send her an email with your thoughts!



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