NEWS & EVENTS

 

 

Hey all, some exciting news. I'm releasing a new fantasy series soon called The Power of Fae. Book one, The Lost Link, is coming March 23rd 2020. Pre-order will be up soon, but if you're looking to get an advanced reader's copy, drop me a line :) I'm  so excited to introduce you to Jette and Starke. They were so much fun to write. I hope you love them as much as I do.

 

Here's a sneak peek at the cover and a little snippet to tide you over.

I die every night in my dreams


Add to that the hallucinations of people I've never met and creatures that don't exist,  and you can see why I don't play well with others. Most People run away from crazies that can't tell reality from illusion.

That all changed the day a dragon attacked. Yup, you heard me.   A real-life, smoke breathing dragon hunted me down in the middle of a school day. I only escaped because I jumped through a fire portal into a realm of magic. No biggie, right?    

When I thought things couldn't get any worse, I meet him. The mysterious dude from my dreams. The Fae prince. Eyes of jade, silky ebony hair, and a smile that made my knees weak. Too bad he was my mortal enemy sent to finish what the dragon started.

Now faced with parallel worlds, a daring rescue plan, and a queen intent on taking over the universe, only one thing is for certain.

I'm in way over my head.

    A tiny squeal dropped from my lips as a fresh rush of adrenaline flooded my body and my muscles clenched in alarm. I whirled on the shadow teasing my peripheral, fists raised. My heart pounding in my throat, I prepared to face the smoke-blowing beast. Instead I came face to face with the sword wielding, swarthy dude haunting Contigo High’s hallway this morning. Had it just been this morning? Seemed like it was a week ago. Shit, I was losing track of time.

    Unlike my early morning vision of him, Zorro appeared fully fleshed out this time. His dark hair was cropped tight to his head, with a hairline that dipped into a widow’s peak. His golden skin was bronzed darker across the planes of his face—high cheekbones chiseled by the gods, strong jaw, straight nose. Dark fringed eyes so emerald green it looked like he was wearing a pair of cheap colored contacts.

On his hip a long, broad sword hung, his hand lightly touching the red hilt, and his sleeves pushed up over forearms tanned and corded with muscle. His hands and arms were covered in markings, etched both with scars and tattoos. Beautiful as he was, he was forbidding and scary, and a chill encapsulated my whole body.

I found myself drawn back to those eyes. Luminous, mesmerizing and achingly beautiful, they drew me in like a moth to a flame. I think I even took a couple of steps closer before the jolt of electricity in my wrist brought me to my senses. My birthmark caught aflame and buzzed over my skin in response to his presence, no doubt. Every single nerve ending reacted, from my toes to the roots of my hair. Pulling me toward him like I was some old nail and he was giant magnet. What the hell was happening here?

     My brain yelled at me to run, but did I listen? No. I took another step closer. I couldn’t help myself even though my gut was telling me this man equated danger. Just as dangerous as the beast I was running from.

    Then Zorro grinned. A thousand-watt smile emphasized with deep dimples in both stubbled cheeks and I rooted in place like I’d just stepped in quicksand. I still wasn’t sure where ‘here’ was, but they had a hell of a dentistry service from the look of those teeth. Man coulda made a killing doing toothpaste commercials, for sure.

     The hand holding the hilt of the massive sword relaxed its grip, and I breathed a little easier. Okay. He obviously didn’t consider me a threat. Good to know he wasn’t about to lop my head off.  I lowered my fists as he crossed his arms and my gaze jumped from the tats to the broad chest and wide shoulders. My eyes dropped lower, down to the narrow waist emphasized by the sword sheath hanging low on his hips, and muscled thighs encased in tight pants. Denim? Leather? I wasn’t sure. What I did know was that he filled ‘em out damn fine.

     “Hello, Bridjette. It’s good to see you too.”

    His smooth voice glided over me with the softness of a silk sheet, and gave my goosebumps, goosebumps. The way he emphasized see, however, told me he was well aware of where my eyes were situated right now. Heat infused my cheeks and I yanked my gaze back to his amused face.

     A million questions banged around my brain, but my tongue refused to utter a single one. It stayed stuck to the roof of my mouth as I swallowed a dozen times trying to unstick it. His eyes alit with green fire stared into mine, so intent a heated blush encompassed my entire body and my knees weakened. I swear I could feel the charisma oozing from his damn pores. Was he putting a spell on me or something? Finally, I managed to croak, “You can’t be real.” Closing my eyes, I released a pent-up breath, blowing the hair plastered to my forehead. “None of this is real, Jette. You need to find the closest pharmacy else the next article of clothing you’ll be rocking will be a straitjacket.”

    “What’s a pharmacy?”     

    His question bounced about the clearing. Had I said that out loud?

     “A pharmacy. You know, a store where they sell drugs….never mind.” I waved a hand in dismissal. “Why am I bothering explaining to someone who isn’t real.”

My fine-ass hallucination’s smile dropped away abruptly as a crease formed between his dark brows.

    “You don’t believe I’m real?”

     I snorted. “Oh trust me, I’d love for you to be real, but my luck doesn’t run that way. I’m in the middle of a psychotic breakdown and boy, it’s a doozy.”   

     It took just two strides for him to span the distance between us. He was so close now I could smell the smoky, pine scent emanating from him. Olfactory hallucinations. Great. I was probably about to have a seizure or something. I gasped out loud as he grabbed my wrist and the current fizzling between us intensified like I’d just stuck a knife into an electrical outlet. His face hovered so close to mine the heat from it practically seared my skin, and my physical awareness of him made me feel panicky.

    “Haven’t you ever heard of personal space, dude?” I muttered uneasily as I tried to back away, but his grip was ironclad.

     He placed my hand flat against his chest. The steady rhythm thudded against my palm.

    “Maybe this will convince you I’m real.” His voice sounded sincere, but I caught the mischievous twinkle in his eye.

     It worked. He felt real. So did the rock-hard pecs my fingers were now touching as my second hand joined the first. I continued my perusal up his chest and down his equally impressive biceps. I gave the right one an extra squeeze for good measure. Oh yeah. That felt damn real.

     “How is this possible?” I whispered as my exploring fingers migrated to his face, under their own control. I couldn’t stop touching him now even if I wanted to. The softness of his whiskers surprised me as I moved up his cheeks and boinked him on the nose with a fingertip.

     “Okay, I think we’ve ascertained I’m tangible,” he grunted as he grabbed the finger hitting his nose.

     “You’re real.” I repeated in awe as a grin lit my face. “You’re damn, effin’ real!”

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