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Kickstarter Campaign – coming soon!

For those of you who get my newsletter, this will be no surprise. šŸ˜‰
For everyone else….
I’m scheduling a Kickstarter Campaign!!!
Exciting, I know! Unless you have no idea what I’m talking about … LOL
Keep scrolling to find out!
I get the opportunity to create super cool stuff related to my books and offer it you.
What kind of cool stuff? SWAG!!

  • Character art
  • Bookmarks
  • Wallpaper art
  • Special Edition cards featuring scenes from the books (AKA the original cover art)
  • A really awesome mouse pad for those of us who still have a desktop computer with a mouse
  • E-Puzzles
    AND….most importantly
  • Special edition hardcover versions of Magister’s Bane and Vampire’s Crucible created by the amazing talent at https://blueravenbookcovers.wordpress.com/. They’re special edition because they’ll only be available on Kickstarter. That’s right! You won’t be able to get any of the swag or hardcover books anywhere else.

I’ve had a blast creating the Swag. I’ve had simplified versions of character art for a while (cuz it’s much easier to write a character when you know what they look like), but these are beautiful. I’m so excited!
Here’s the link to the campaign. You can follow it now and get notifications from Kickstarter when it goes live – sometime in May.
Link to Kickstarter

It’s a cover reveal!

Here it is folks! My story for the Realm of Midnight Anthology. Okay, not just mine. I’m co-authoring with Sara Sines, who will continue the series after the Realm of Midnight ends.
What’s this all about?
It’s fantasy, romance, thrillers, and Happily-Ever-Afters! Join me and thirty other authors as we get ready to release dozens of full length novels in one tidy little box – for just $0.99.
Here’s the pre-order link – just to make it easy for you.
Stop by the Realm of Midnight webpage to see weekly cover reveals, giveaways, prizes, and games.
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Here’s the first peak at Finding the Dhampir, Book 1 in The Last Dhampir Series.

I’ve always been a little quirky. Growing up, my classmates called me weird. My adult peers call me eccentric. My boss says I have the worst case of OCD he’s ever seen.
Do I care what they think? No, not really. My life is ordered. Neat. Secure. I overcame all the obstacles thrown in my path and became a successful adult.
As long as I maintain control of my life, I’m good. It’s when I lose control that everything falls apart. It doesn’t just fall apart, it implodes. Almost always with casualties.
I never understood why, until I met Nathan Kaerne. I wish I’d never stumbled across his path. I’d still be in control. Still be living the life I worked so hard to create. I wouldn’t be running from a world I never knew existed. A world with vampires, werewolves, and demons. Let’s not forget about the fae.
But wishes are for fools. I’m no fool.
I’ll do whatever it takes to master the monster living inside me. Even if it means letting Nathan and his team invade my personal space. No matter how much I fight it, I can’t seem to tame my monster without them.

What’s next in the line up?

Hi everyone!

I know, it’s been ages since I posted any news. I’ll consider myself chastised (wink, wink) right after I give you news worthy of my silence!

So, what’s next? Good question. I actually have a few options.
I’ve been working on some alternate stories – still within the Call of the Elements world but not about AJ. I thought it might be fun to find out what the witches think of the fae’s reemergence. And what about all those wolf shifters that Victor’s in charge of? More importantly, what happens to the vampires now that they’re all but leaderless? Let’s face it, Braden can’t do it all.

So first up, The Wolves’ Challenge Series.
Hear My Call is the first book in this series and is all about the shifters. You’ll meet a couple familiar faces, but most of the characters are new.
I hope to have the book published sometime this fall. It’s currently on pre-order – HERE – but the date isn’t set in stone.
Here’s a little snippet from the first chapter written from the main character’s point of view. You guessed it – Jess is a strong, female lead character.
This has not been edited by a professional, so please forgive any grammar errors. Hopefully, there aren’t any….but

Chapter 1 – Hear My Call

I slammed the hood of the old Ford 250 I’d been working on, listening to the engine rumble just like it should. I loved being a mechanic. Taking something broken and making it work again, always felt good. Having that accomplishment at the end of the day made it a whole lot easier to walk in to my broken home each night. Something I could never fix. Not just because it was an old-as-dirt trailer either. No – nothing that easy. My emotional home was in pieces, and there was nothing I could do about it.

So for now, I’d get this old truck back on the road for a paying customer.

ā€œTake it out for a test drive, Danny!ā€ I called to the guy sitting in the driver’s seat with his arm hanging out of the open window.

ā€œSure thing, Jess.ā€

The truck slowly inched out of the bay, then crossed our gravel parking lot, disappearing around the corner of the building.

ā€œThat your last one?ā€ My boss, Slim, emerged from the office rubbing the back of his neck. Gray stubble covered his square chin and a few hairs still attempted to grow on his mostly bald head.

ā€œYep.ā€ I picked up a nearby rag and smeared the oil and dirt from my hands. ā€œUnless you got something else for me.ā€

ā€œGo home, Jess. Get a shower. Then find someone to spend your evening with.ā€ Slim’s blue eyes narrowed at me like they did every single day. He didn’t approve of my solitary lifestyle. He thought he knew the reasons why I avoided relationships, but he really only knew the lie I’d told him.

ā€œWhatever, old man,ā€ I teased, tossing the dirty rag in the pile with the rest. ā€œI have a standing date with some drywall compound.ā€

I pushed past him, headed to the office to clock out for the day. He followed me, of course.

ā€œRejected Danny again.ā€ He didn’t ask, knowing I already had.

He pretended like he didn’t eavesdrop on all our conversations, but I knew better. Slim was the father I never had. Even though I’d moved out of his house a couple years ago, he still treated me like the daughter he never had.

ā€œHe’s not my type.ā€ I dropped my card into the old-fashioned time stamp machine and waited for the inevitable ā€˜pop’, trying hard to ignore the stern expression wrinkling the skin around Slim’s eyes.

ā€œThat’s a load a shit and you know it. That boy sees past all your bullshit and still likes ya.ā€ My boss leaned against the old metal desk behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. ā€œYou can’t keep shuttin’ people out just cuz they care about you.ā€

I ground my teeth together to keep from saying something I’d regret later. Slim was just as guilty as me. Both of our worlds fell apart the day my mom disappeared. Neither of us let anyone else back in. His reasons revolved around love. Mine were so much more complicated. It didn’t change the fact that we isolated ourselves.

Mom was my reason for living. Breathing. The sunshine in my chaotic life.

When we showed up in this remote town in the middle of the northwestern Texas plains fifteen years ago, Slim didn’t stand a chance. Me and mom ā€˜people watched’ for three whole days before she picked the tall, lanky man who sold her a used Chevy Impala.

Mom could see people’s souls. Literally. She always said Slim’s was pure goodness. I never doubted her. He took us in and cared for us at a time when we needed him most. Most men would’ve got one look at my thirteen-year-old self and left Mom at the curb. Not Slim.

We’d moved more times than I could remember before stopping here, running from Mom’s past. Each time, her ability to see the evil in someone’s soul saved us. I never realized hers was a paranormal talent until I hit puberty at fourteen. Everything in my already screwed up life became even worse. I found out I wasn’t human and neither was my mother.

In hindsight, I realized my age and transition were why we stopped running.

Mom spent the next four years telling me about the life we ran from.

Sort of.

I realize now she’d left out a ton of details. But at the time, I fought her like the rebellious teenager I was. I hated what I’d become and hated the secrets that came with it. I could never be a normal girl with a normal life. Not that I’d ever had a normal life the way we moved every few months, but after my fourteenth birthday the choice was taken from me completely. I’d always be the outcast, living in a human world but never part of it.

Of course, Slim knew nothing about who we really were. He fell in love with a beautiful woman and her rebellious daughter. He was still heartbroken today, even though mom left us years ago.

I smiled at him now like his comment meant nothing. ā€œWhen you bring home a woman, I’ll think about taking Danny to dinner.ā€

Slim’s already narrowed eyes closed and he took a deep breath. We’d had this conversation too many times. Before he could respond, Danny walked through the door.

ā€œDamn, Slim. My stilted love life’s been your fault all this time?ā€

Danny’s wide smile eased the tension in the room. So did the dimples on each side of his upturned lips. The smear of grease smudged across his cheek didn’t take away from his rugged, good looks. He was a year younger than my twenty-eight but didn’t look a day past twenty-two. I constantly told him to grow a beard so he’d quit getting carded at the bar. He claimed the girls couldn’t fawn over his dimples if he covered them with a facial hair. He was probably right.

ā€œYep. It’s all Slim’s fault,ā€ I quipped, grabbing my phone and keys from the tray with my name on it. ā€œHow’s the truck? Any noises that aren’t supposed to be there?ā€

ā€œRuns good, just like I knew it would. You never let anything leave the shop broken.ā€ Danny stepped in front of me, blocking my path to the door. ā€œThis Friday’s the thirteenth and a full moon. The perfect excuse for letting me buy you a drink at Keith’s Bar & Grill. You can claim you’re weren’t in your right mind.ā€

I stuffed my phone in my pocket, deliberately avoiding his brown eyes and boyish grin. For all the same reasons he’d just mentioned, I wouldn’t be in town Friday night. I’d be running wild across Slim’s two-hundred-acre ranch. They didn’t know my real reasons, and I wasn’t fixin’ to tell them.

ā€œSorry, dude. You know I’d just drink you under the table. Besides, I already got a date.ā€

Both men laughed, but I tossed my glare at Slim.

ā€œA date with a skill saw doesn’t count, Jess,ā€ my boss said. ā€œThat trailer ain’t going nowhere and neither is the trim you want to put in the living room.ā€

ā€œWhatever,ā€ I snapped, tired of this conversation and the two men pressing me to do something I could never do. Especially on a full moon. ā€œGet out of my way.ā€ I pushed past Danny, rushed through the garage, and headed straight for my own beat-up truck.

I could feel their eyes on my back as I went but couldn’t force myself to turn around. I should’ve been more civilized, but I couldn’t tell them the truth. And adding to the pile of lies I’d already fed them, burned a hole in my gut.

My mother’s words echoed through my mind as I climbed into the driver’s seat. They’re human and we aren’t. An honest, open relationship with Danny would never happen, which was why I continued to reject him.

My truck’s engine roared to life, shaking rust from the old frame. I cringed as it ground into first gear. I needed to quit putting off the repairs to my own vehicle.

Shania Twain bellowed from my speakers as I rolled down the windows and pulled out onto the highway. But she couldn’t drown out the memories of my mom now that they’d been dredged up.

ā€œShit.ā€

I turned up the radio and tried to force visions of my mom’s delicate face from my mind. Just like every other time, I failed miserably. She was there for every part of my life, until she wasn’t. Once she revealed her magic and mine, she told me everything. She was fae and my sperm donor was a wolf shifter, making me something else entirely. I shifted, but my wolf was so much more than it should’ve been.

When I got home one afternoon in the middle of my senior year of high school and she was gone, I knew why. Her past caught up with her, and she ran to keep me safe. To draw away the monsters who hunted her. And I waited for them to figure out she had a daughter.

I probably should’ve moved when I graduated high school, but I didn’t know where to go. Slim didn’t know our past, and I could never tell him, but I couldn’t make myself leave him either. So here I was a decade later, tempting fate.

My old trailer came into view thirty minutes later, just as the sun set behind me. Someone painted the front half a horrible shade of aqua blue. They must have run out of paint, because the back half was covered in a faded mustard yellow. But the roof didn’t leak, and I got the plumbing and electric working.

I paid for the twenty-year-old mobile home, and Slim paid to have the septic and water well dug. He argued the entire time, insisting I could just stay with him. His old farm house had more than enough room, but my need for privacy overrode his need for company. I tried to hide my wolf from him, and it worked until he caught me sneaking in the house at sunrise after a full moon. He didn’t catch my wolf, just my not-human self.

He assumed I spent the night with Danny who lived a few miles away. I couldn’t tell him I spent the night hunting and howling at the moon. So, I let him believe I finally lost my virginity at twenty-two, then started saving up my money to buy the first semi-livable trailer I could find. We parked it against a tree line on the north side of his property, out of sight from the road and the house.

I’d spent the last few years fixing it up. It kept my hands busy and sometimes distracted my mind. It also provided lots of privacy. It was ugly as sin, but it was mine.

I parked the truck and hopped out. A prickle of unease settled between my shoulder blades, almost like someone was watching me. It gave me goosebumps despite the hot August air. I left my phone in the truck in case I needed to leave in a hurry. After a couple seconds of scanning the trees behind my house, I opened the front door. I never locked it, because – really – how many people wanted to cross twenty acres of pasture to get to my broke down trailer?

I should’ve locked it.

Two people sat on the worn, leather sofa in my dark living room. I stood in the doorway giving them a perfect silhouette of my wide, not-at-all-feminine shoulders and almost six-foot-tall frame. The prickle of unease turned into a sharp warning to get the hell out. They were not here to sell me encyclopedias.

ā€œWelcome home,ā€ a husky, male voice said. ā€œCome in and have a seat.ā€

I laughed, because what else could I do?

ā€œHow nice of you to invite me into my own house,ā€ I said, not moving from my spot. ā€œHow about you get the hell out? I don’t like company, especially when I didn’t ask for it.ā€

Neither of my guests budged from my horribly uncomfortable couch. My mind ran through all the possible scenarios and reasons for them being here. The most troubling being my mother. Were these the people looking for her? Had they found her and then discovered me? It seemed most likely.

ā€œWhat do you want?ā€ I asked, still not moving from my spot at the door.

ā€œYou,ā€ the man replied. ā€œWhy else would I be in this horrible trailer with no air conditioning in the middle of this awful pasture, sitting on furniture that is more suited for the garbage bin?ā€

He did not just insult my palace. Okay, it was a dumpy trailer and I’d gotten my sofa from a yard sale, but it was mine damn it.

ā€œYou’re welcome to carry your ass back down the highway and leave my dumpy trailer behind,ā€ I snapped. ā€œI’m not keeping you here.ā€

I swung my arm and pointed at the driveway with a frown. How did they get here? My old truck was the only vehicle sitting in the yard.

Movement from the ever-darkening tree line drew my attention and fear joined the nagging, uneasy feeling that hadn’t gone away. Six more men emerged from the forest dressed in blue jeans and button up shirts like they were on their way to a casual dinner. They didn’t make a sound as they crossed the brittle grass in my yard. Any suspicion that they were human flew out the window when the closest one smiled at me. Long fangs protruded from his upper jaw and his eyes flashed red.

ā€œHoly shit.ā€ I spun on my heels, slamming the front door on the faces of the two in my living room.

I didn’t make it to the corner of the trailer before a strong set of arms wrapped around my shoulders and rode me to the ground. My wolf stirred at the violence and we both growled. My body pulsed with a flood of magic rushing through my veins, ready to shift. My muscles tensed and my wolf howled with pleasure. We’d kill these bastards and bask in the glory of their deaths!

A soft click and cool metal on my wrist acted like the door I’d just slammed on my visitors’ faces. My magic swelled against the sudden barrier, threatening to burn me alive if it couldn’t release. My feral instincts battered my thundering heart, confused and angry at the sudden prison.

My capturer picked me up, his arms still banded around me like a steel trap. I slammed my head into his shoulder, but he didn’t move. My booted foot collided with his shins and he laughed at me. I opened my mouth and screamed with fury, dying to let loose the magic still trapped inside.


Can you keep a secret?

Okay, it’s not really a secret if I post it all over social media, but it is exciting news!
The paperback edition of Alisandra’s Kairos is live!
How did that happen? Sheer luck. Well – okay – maybe a lot of hard work and a little luck.
I managed to get the formatting done in a day, and then got it uploaded to Amazon.
Amazon didn’t take the required 72 hours for formatting and publication. They also didn’t take the next three days after that to get it connected to the Kindle Edition.
So, here we are!
You can order your paperback copy of Alisandra’s Kairos now and have it in your hands before the eBook publishes on September 15.
Don’t forget to leave me a review!
Thank you for being wonderful fans!

What’s next?

Book 6 – Still not named.
It’s embarrassing that I can’t decide on a title for Book 6. I didn’t really struggle with the five previous books. So, why can’t I pick a title? Because there too much happening in Book 6.
AJ finds her people – a place where she’s accepted. She develops strong friendships without ‘help’ from her elementals. But she also learns the true evil behind … well, everything.
AJ and her allies – new and old – are gearing up for the fight of lifetime. She only thought the battle against Jack was unwinnable. The new enemy they face seems almost unstoppable.

Hence, my dilemma. Do I title the book based on AJ’s new revelations? Or the magical communities’ unity? Or the fact that all the elementals’ secrets are out in the open, giving the magical community the knowledge they need in order to win against an unstoppable foe?
I don’t know.
Here are my best guesses so far. I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Deception’s Fall
Magic’s Dominion
Unity’s Strength

A sneak peek!

With the release date for Fae’s Enlightenment right around the corner (July 14), I thought you might enjoy a sneak peek at Chapter 1. We’re still working on final edits, but it’s soooooo close to being finished.

Just because not everything in life should be difficult…here’s a link to the pre-order (wink wink).
Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B086RC193N
Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B086RC193N
Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B086RC193N
Amazon AU https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B086RC193N

Chapter 1Fae’s Enlightenment

My gaze darted around the table at the motley crew of card-playing-cheating-bastards. Every one of them tried to read my mind but not tonight. I came armed and ready for battle with the theme song from that mermaid cartoon I loved as a kid.

Our resident stone giant, Qeb, efficiently dealt the cards for tonight’s game of Blackjack. I ignored my cards as they landed in front of me and watched the expressions of the other players. The earth elemental repeatedly refused to play, claiming he couldn’t participate in the demoralization of my character. Like that hadn’t already happened.

So, he was relegated to dealing the cards with his large stone fingers. Something he was really good at, to my surprise. Except Blackjack required the elemental to be an active participant, much to his chagrin, which I knew was a bunch of bull. He loved it just as much as the rest of us.

As always, my water elemental, Gƶksu, picked up his card first and leaned back in the chair across from me. The lamp on the wall behind him flickered through his transparent humanoid form, giving him an eerie glow. His face-up card was a nine. He smiled like always, even when they sucked.

Braden chuckled, the irritating sound that was his nervous twitch. His card had to be really good, or he was bluffing. I couldn’t tell, despite our emotional bond. A queen of diamonds sat next to his face-down card. He must have peeked too quickly for any of us to notice. Damn vampire.

Niyol, my air elemental, flicked up his card peeking at it, then placed it face down on the table next to his two of clubs. He glanced at me and smiled. I grinned, waiting for our final player to check his hand before I started my serenade.

I turned to the fire elemental next to me and he zapped me with his sexy heat, making my insides light up with desire. Braden growled and I laughed.

ā€œStop it, pervert,ā€ I said, smacking Aviur’s glowing arm. ā€œLook at your card already so everyone can have their half-second to try to cheat.ā€

Protests erupted around the room, but they were a bunch of liars. They all tried to read my mind as soon as I looked at my cards. It was amazing when I didn’t lose every single hand.

Aviur’s fiery fingers covered his card and swept it towards his chest. He peeked at it, then set it face-down next to a jack of hearts. The first time we played I just knew his cards would turn into a pile of ash. Of course they didn’t. Just like Gƶksu’s didn’t turn into a watery mush. Even though I was getting used to my magical life, the elementals’ ability to not destroy everything they touched still amazed me.

ā€œAlright, princess,ā€ the fire elemental purred. ā€œGive us our half-second.ā€

My hand hovered over my face-down card and I started humming the catchy tune.

ā€œThat one has a nice rhythm to it,ā€ Gƶksu said.

ā€œMhmm,ā€ was my only reply as I belted out the words in my mind. The other three elementals groaned as if it physically pained them to hear. I thought the words were completely appropriate, or not. I hadn’t wanted to be part of their world in the beginning, but nothing could take it from me now.

I peeked at my card and continued singing. A king of spades sat on the table for everyone to see and an ace of hearts rested in my hand. Perfect.

ā€œAnd you say we cheat,ā€ Niyol hissed.

ā€œI agree,ā€ Aviur said.

ā€œShe is merely thwarting your efforts to ensure her loss,ā€ Qeb argued for me, as I continued my song. ā€œI think it’s admirable and rather creative.ā€

ā€œWhat song did she pick tonight?ā€ Braden asked, drawing my attention. He could feel my emotions, but he couldn’t get into my head the way the elementals did.

ā€œSomething about wishing to be part of your world, out in the sun, and by your side,ā€ Qeb replied. ā€œIt’s interesting if not contradictory.ā€

ā€œAh, a very popular mermaid among young children a few years ago.ā€ Braden smiled and I momentarily lost track of my song. How did a centuries old vampire recognize a child’s cartoon?

I almost asked him, then remembered I was supposed to be distracting the damn cheaters at the table. I started humming again and pointed at the dealer.

Qeb turned over his face-down card, placing a ten of diamonds next to the seven of clubs. Seventeen for the dealer. His stony face turned to Gƶksu, who nodded and received another card.

The water elemental turned up the edge and frowned. Busted!

Braden chose to stand, keeping just his two cards. Interesting.

ā€œHit me,ā€ Niyol said, asking for another card. But he didn’t look at it. He must have had a really low card to go with his two, to be that confident. Or he was bluffing.

Aviur glanced at me and I grinned. They didn’t know what I had, or Gƶksu wouldn’t have busted his hand. The fire elemental nodded as well and received a card. He picked it up and flames flared around his eyes. Busted!

I giggled, interrupting my tune for a second. But I didn’t care because it worked.

ā€œI stand,ā€ I chirped, then continued singing.

All eyes fell on Braden, then Niyol.

Braden turned over his card revealing a ten to go with his queen. He smiled at me and I blew him a kiss, then gave my attention to Niyol. He frowned and turned over a five and six, not even beating the dealer.

A huge smile spread across my face and I let my song go. I didn’t even have a chance to flip my card before the whining started.

ā€œCheater,ā€ Aviur grumbled.

Niyol hissed incoherently and Qeb’s rumbling laughter shook the table.

I revealed my ace of hearts. ā€œPay up boys.ā€

We used poker chips to bet, but they meant nothing more than a chance to rub it in. Especially for me because I rarely won. The idea to sing a mental tune grabbed me after my first night of losses, when I realized my benevolent elementals didn’t like to lose. So they took advantage of their ability to read my mind. And cheated!

Qeb collected tokens and passed them back to me, The Winner. I couldn’t stop the silly grin on my face. We’d started the card games when I couldn’t get my mind off the hundreds of people I killed during our battle against Jack. Yes, I know they would’ve killed my allies, but it didn’t change the fact that their blood was on my hands, literally. So, card night turned into a welcomed distraction and a fun evening with people who cared about me. I guess they weren’t really ā€˜people’ any more than I was, but I wasn’t changing the name of those who loved me.

Braden actually suggested poker night but after the first week, we explored Blackjack, pinochle, hearts, and all kinds of stuff. Niyol and Gƶksu were always there. Gordon sometimes joined us when he wasn’t busy with Braden’s to-do list. Qeb and Aviur showed up when they weren’t training with Kellen, my ex-partner. Three weeks later, our almost nightly card game felt like a tradition. A tradition that was about to end. I didn’t want to think about it.

ā€œHow’s the search for a partner going?ā€ I asked, referring to Kellen’s new partner.

ā€œI believe we’ve found a suitable match,ā€ Qeb replied, ā€œbut we’re trying to introduce them slowly.ā€

ā€œGood idea,ā€ I said. ā€œIs he still asking about me?ā€

ā€œEvery chance he gets,ā€ Aviur answered.

I frowned. It wasn’t Kellen’s fault our partnership was dissolved. I blamed it on the creatures surrounding me, but I wasn’t sure it was an entirely fair accusation. I couldn’t remain with the mages even if I wanted to, which meant Kellen and I couldn’t stay partners. But he wasn’t trying to move on, either.

ā€œHe knows I’ll be completely out of touch for the next several months, right?ā€ I asked.

ā€œOf course,ā€ the earth elemental rumbled. ā€œWe’ll use that time wisely.ā€

ā€œThanks. He deserves to be happy.ā€

ā€œHe isn’t the only one,ā€ Braden muttered. I didn’t miss the insinuation.

ā€œYou’ve made the last few weeks absolutely fabulous,ā€ I countered, pinning him with my icy blue eyes. He’d taken the time to give me a tour of Europe and I loved it. Topped off with a promise to see the rest of the world’s wonders, he’d made my life pretty good. I’d get over the guilt of killing eventually.

The vampire eyed me but didn’t smile. He felt my less-than-honest statement, thanks to our bond.

ā€œWill we continue our card night when I go?ā€ I asked, tentatively. ā€œI know Braden can’t join us, but it’d be really nice to have company every once in a while.ā€

The elementals exchanged glances and I frowned again. I hated when they did that.

ā€œNever mind,ā€ I mumbled. ā€œI’ll probably be too tired anyway.ā€

ā€œWe’re already walking a thin line, child,ā€ Gƶksu said. ā€œNiyol and I will be there to protect you, but a larger show of force will not be taken well.ā€

I understood. I didn’t like it, though.

ā€œHe means to say it’s no fun without the vampire,ā€ Niyol interceded. ā€œWe can’t read his mind, which provides a challenge.ā€

I shook my head and smiled. I couldn’t be mad at them, because I’d asked to go to the fae. I needed to go, and Braden found a way to make it happen just like Gƶksu said he would. After all, what better way to learn about my fae heritage and magic?

I just hoped they didn’t kill me.

Audible is now a thing!

A few months ago, I learned one of our friends does voice acting as a hobby. He already has several local commercials, radio ads and YouTube stuff. My immediate response was, “How cool is that?” I love his voice, always have, and voice acting is perfect for him. What does my mind wander to next? An audio book. My audio book. Yep!

Light’s Dawn: A Novella is now on Audio. Get your copy today!
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WC3QMCF/

Prequel to Light’s Rise

A distraction or obsession?

Finally, I’ve turned my distraction into something beautiful. You remember that little mage I keep complaining about? The one who kept me from finishing Watcher’s Reckoning on schedule?
The first three books in her series are done, almost.
The first book is on pre-order. So technically done.
The second is being picked apart by my lovely editor, Hannah.
And the third is waiting for me to complete my fourth personal edit before I send it to Hannah.
I have to admit I’ve been obsessed with the little mage, Alisandra, or AJ as her closest friends like to call her. Her story has played tug-o-war between my heart and imagination for months. I can’t wait to share it with you.
Yes, I know….”Show me cover already and give me a link!”
Your wish is my command.
Link to Magister’s Bane – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07V261CSV

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07V261CSV

Watcher’s Reckoning is LIVE!

It’s official! Watcher’s Reckoning, Book 2 of The Watcher and the Sentinel series is now live on Amazon and free to read on Kindle Unlimited.
Link to your copy https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07S8YLRQL
It will be $0.99 until July 4, 2019, with similar discounts at all Amazon stores (UK, CA, AU, etc).


I’ll be pausing Darian’s story for a while to work on my newest series, totally unrelated to the Council of Light.
The Call of Elements Series starts with Magister’s Bane, which I hope to release in August. I’ve had so much fun writing this series and so far the initial feedback is exactly what I wanted. Excitement!
Stay tuned for more on the Magister’s Bane.

The next new release!!

Here it is! The pre-order link anyway…. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07S8YLRQL

I struggled writing this book. It closes so much of the story that started with Light’s Rise. While it provides new opportunities for some of our characters, others are left behind in a river of heartache. I have to be honest. I cried a lot during the last half of this story and almost stopped writing several times. But it needed to be told and our heroes needed to find balance.

Watcher’s Reckoning – Book 2 of The Watcher and the Sentinel Series.

After a harrowing battle to save the world, humanity only wants peace. But demons don’t know the meaning of peace.

Sara’s transition into the Council of Light ensured their victory against Zar’Asur, but she still has a lot to learn about the Council and their eternal enemies. She splits her time between training for her new role as Sentinel and building a home for the survivors suddenly flocking to her farm. Even her short exposure to the demonic armies leaves her worried about their next move.

Sara isn’t the only one forced to adjust to change. Darian finds himself struggling to let go of his leadership over the scouts he’s recruited and trained over the centuries. But his new commitment to the Watcher and Sentinel bond leaves him no choice, and he must focus on changing his fighting style to compliment Sara’s, not hinder it. Darian knows the demons will retaliate, and he and Sara will need every advantage they can get to protect humanity again.

The Council of Light isn’t prepared for the demons’ response: the emergence of the Overlords’ master. Darian and Sara are pushed to the extreme as they try to contain the demon master’s evil. This time, the price of victory is more than they can bear. Will the Council sacrifice everything to save humanity, or will they refuse to give up those they love? Find out in the next installment of The Watcher and the Sentinel.

Watcher's Reckoning-Book 2
Watcher’s Reckoning-Book 2

Is early a thing? Sometimes it can be…

Somehow, Sentinel’s Rise is ready before the release date, April 23. I’m not sure how it happened; maybe all the stars lined up just right and I held my breath two seconds longer than I should have.

More likely, my editors and cover artists pushed me to keep going. I couldn’t have done it without them. The final version of Sentinel’s Rise is uploaded to Amazon, and hopefully the paperback version will be available by the weekend.

So…..A great big shout-out to Hannah at BTL Editing (www.btleditorial.com) and Alex at Alissandra Art (https://www.facebook.com/AlissandraArt/), two incredibly talented young women who are also a pleasure to work with.

Lastly, the newest member of my team, Aryl Shanti (https://www.facebook.com/ShantiAuthorServices), who did a great job with my final proofread.

Now, onto more good stuff. As you can see, my girl Alex has already finished the cover for book 2, Watcher’s Reckoning. I love the way she captured the demon. Gives me chills. I hope to have this sequel out at the end of May or first week of June. Hannah gave me a ton of homework, which I’m working diligently to complete….maybe.

Those who know me probably doubt my diligence and are probably right…LOLĀ  I’ve been distracted by a tiny mage named AJ. More to come when I finish Watcher’s Reckoning.

Magister's Bane ecover

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