{about the book}
As
a shy, awkward social misfit, Abby has gone her whole life feeling as
though she’s different from everyone else and she simply doesn’t
fit in well with society as a whole. She longs to feel a real
connection with someone, and she finally does when she meets Noah.
Unbeknownst
to Abby, Noah is from another world, here to hunt down the evil of
his people that has been unleashed on Earth, and he’s been at it a
very long time. He’s certain he isn’t going to be able to return
home, and anger and the need for revenge are his constant companions.
His focus has been eradicating the evil and making them pay for
taking his life on his world away from him.
When
Abby and Noah meet, there is an electric sexual attraction between
them that can’t be denied by either of them, an attraction that
Noah tries to fight so he can keep his focus on his mission. But when
Abby gets dragged into the evil from Noah’s world, he realizes that
maybe with Abby he can find a home here on Earth…if he can save her
in time.
{excerpt}
Noah
walked Abby to her car, a red Honda that should have been made into
scrap metal about ten years ago. But at least the damn thing got her
from point A to point B most of the time.
“Thank
you for everything,” she said as she fished around in her bag for
her keys. “Dinner was really wonderful. I don’t think I’ve ever
tasted steak like that. I’m going to have to remember this place.”
As if she could afford it on her salary, but maybe if she saved up it
could be a special treat for herself.
She
watched Noah out of the corner of her eye as he leaned his back
against her car and looked her over, smiling. It made her feel
slightly uncomfortable, the way his eyes roamed her face, watching
her dig through her purse as she tried to find her damn keys. She
felt herself flush and chastised herself for not putting her keys in
the designated key pocket of her purse. That was what they made all
the pockets in purses for—a place for everything, and everything in
its place. It was too bad she ran her life a little bit differently,
despite her best intentions. Mainly, wherever it dropped was where it
stayed. If she put things where they belonged, she wouldn’t spend a
good portion of her time looking for things and wondering where they
were. She certainly wouldn’t be digging through her purse looking
for her keys.
Finally,
she found them.
She
met Noah’s eyes and smiled. What she saw there surprised her. She
watched as his eyes grew even darker, but yet the half grin on his
face made him look endearing, almost like a little boy who had been
caught stealing cookies and was sheepishly trying to get out of it.
She held her breath as his hand suddenly grazed over her cheek, slid
down her shoulder, and briefly squeezed her hand.
“Goodnight,
Abby,” he said quietly and turned back toward his car. As he walked
into the sunset, Abby watched his large body move, feeling stunned.
Her cheek burned where he had touched her, and she found her heart
beating a little faster. She reminded herself to breathe. She loved
the way his shoulders seemed to roll with every step, the way his
long, strong legs carried him with a lethal grace.
She
shook her head and tried to bring herself around to reality. If he
could make her feel like that with just a touch to the cheek, she
couldn’t imagine what would happen if he kissed her.
{about the book}Growing up in a small Northern Arizona town, Faith Cloudfoot’s life was spent playing in the forests surrounding her house under the protective eyes of her father, and learning about the legends of her Native American heritage. Yearning for more out of her life, she moves to Phoenix, Arizona at the age of twenty-three where she is kidnapped and almost killed.
Rayner has a
special ability, one that weighs on him like a curse. He can see
spirits trapped in between life and their final resting place.
Because he can’t do much to help them, he studiously ignores them.
He concentrates, instead, on working with his fellow warriors to
right the wrongs caused by the evil criminals from his home planet.
When
Rayner sees Faith in her spirit form while investigating a lead in
Phoenix, his attraction to her is immediate, yet he follows his own
personal code and ignores her cry for attention. When he realizes
that she may be a stepping stone to getting him home to his own
universe, he engages Faith and begins to use her as a means to an
end: going home.
As the
attraction grows stronger, Rayner finds himself breaking all sorts of
self-set rules, as well as the code of ethics set by him and his
fellow warriors. When Faith nears death, Rayner realizes that he must
do everything in his power to save her, because if he doesn’t, he
may just lose himself.
{excerpt}
Rayner
knew what he was doing was wrong, but he simply couldn’t help
himself. He should have left the room a while back, but seeing
Faith standing in the middle of the room in that little blue
nightshirt and watching her get angry at him had jacked him up to
levels he had never known before. Holy Christ, he wanted her
even more when she yelled at him, and when she had come at him with
that little fist, oblivious to their size difference…it had sent
him right to the edge. He would have to explore the psychiatry
of that later. Right now, he was busy teetering on a very
dangerous slope. He just wanted Faith. He didn’t care
about consequences, what would happen later, or what would happen in
three minutes. He was only in the moment, and the moment
consisted of Faith’s hand on his raging erection.
He
wanted those lips, but he knew if he kissed her, he would be a
goner. A total goner. Game over, hit the lights because
his party would be over. So he kissed her cheek, which was soft
and warm and just a little damp from all those tears that had ripped
at his heart. He hadn’t meant to actually nip at her earlobe.
He
needed to disengage and get away from her.
Instead
he placed his hand at the nape of her neck and pulled her forward—the
only thing separating them was their hands, her little fist wrapped
in his big paw.
“Rayner—”
“Don’t
say another word, Faith,” he whispered. “Just don’t.”
He
closed his eyes and brought a lock of her hair up to his nose,
smelling the fresh mountain breeze scent he had come to associate
with Faith. His chest grew tight, his breathing became more
labored as the silky strands whispered across his skin. He
wanted her with a ferocity that bordered on insanity. What beat
within him now was nothing but raw male need, all pretenses of
manners and gentlemanly etiquette long gone.
When
he felt her hand lay flat on his chest, and she turned her head and
rested her cheek on his chest, he thought back to his dream and how
good it felt to have Faith touch him, to be near her. To have
it happen in real life was a zillion and one times better than the
dream.
“I
think I’m in love with you, Rayner,” she whispered.
He
knew that from the ceremony to get her spirit back in her body.
It still shook him to his core to hear her say it. His skin
developed goose bumps; his knees went weak at her words.
“You
can’t love me, Faith,” he said into her hair.
“It’s
too late,” she breathed into his chest. “Too late.”
He
knew what he had to do. He needed this to end, to come to a
halt, a full stop with brakes screeching. He thought his heart might
break, crack, or just fucking stop with his next words. “But
it’s not too late to let me go,” he whispered. He let go of
her neck and hand and stepped away. He didn’t meet her eyes
as he opened the door and stepped out.
{about the book}
Warrior
Hudson from the Six Saviors seems to have it all – good looks, fine
clothing, expensive jewelry and women just waiting for their turn to
sleep with him. But, what he safely keeps hidden from the
world is the terrible pain he’s suffered for many years. As he
fights his internal demons, he joins his fellow Warriors in waging
war on the evil from their planet that has been let loose on Earth.
Beverly
Devlone was a highly respected doctor, until tragedy hit her and a
drug addiction destroyed her career and reputation. As a lonely woman
fresh out of rehab, she’s now uncertain of her place in the world,
what her purpose is, and where she belongs.
When
an explosive event brings Hudson and Beverly together, the instant
attraction between them cannot be ignored. As the two grow
closer and share secrets, they help each other heal from the shackles
of their pasts.
But true
happiness eludes them when they are forced to go their separate ways,
until Beverly returns with an admission that will rock the very
fabric of Hudson’s world.
{excerpt}
He
gingerly lifted his torso off the bed to a sitting position and threw
his legs over the side, letting out a few ripe curses and began to
breathe heavily. Concentrating on staying horizontal, he didn’t
hear Bev come into the room.
“Hudson!”
she said, rushing over to him. He looked up as she made her way from
the bathroom to him, and he forgot about his pain for a moment. He
actually forgot about everything, because he was simply struck stupid
by what he was seeing.
Bev
had wrapped her hair in a black towel, and his black silk robe was
wrapped around her body. The damn thing swirled around her, far too
big, but revealing enough to show the outline of taunt breasts and a
small waist without much in the hips department. With every confident
step she took, he thought he was going to get a glimpse of a thigh,
but it never emerged. The black made her unmarked porcelain skin
stand out. Her cheeks were pink from the heat of the shower. If he
had thought she was pretty before…well, now she simply took his
breath away.
“Are
you okay? Are you going to be sick again?”
She
sat down next to him and put her hand on his back. It was cool on his
skin, but it might as well have been a hot branding iron.
Their
eyes locked.
Just
like at the bar, her piercing green stare saw through the charade he
had carefully constructed, and she knew the lies he had told.
He
studied her face. Goddammit, she was what they described as a classic
beauty. Smooth porcelain skin. High cheekbones. Full lips. There
wasn’t a flaw anywhere on her face that he could see. She sat with
her back ramrod straight, her shoulders pushed back, her chin lifted.
He was reminded of pictures of royalty, except they all tended to
look like they had a broomstick stuck up their asses and attached to
their spines. For Beverly, the way she carried herself was natural.
Women
like her had never held an interest for him. He always went for the
ones with a bit of a hard edge. The party girls. Hell, he’d been
with hookers many, many times. He had always felt that women like
Beverly deserved more than he could offer. The others were simply
looking for a body or to get paid. Of course, he would love nothing
more than to have such a woman, but all he could give her would be a
night of nothing but fucking, maybe some cuffs or a blindfold to
fulfill an erotic fantasy. He didn’t have much else. Perhaps an
omelet in the morning, but there wasn’t much more to the
what-can-Hudson-give-a-woman list.
However,
as Beverly stared him down, he felt the electric sexual attraction
between them, a force onto itself. She wanted him, and he knew he
wanted her as he speculated about what was going on in his boxers,
which was pretty messed up considering he could barely move.
He
thought about his bloody, swollen lip and how much he wanted to kiss
her. Maybe, just maybe after Cohen got back, he would…
No,
he didn’t want this.
But
maybe he did.
But
then her hand came up and gently touched the side of his face, her
fingers tracing through his hair.
This
was some kind of fucked-up spell. He actually wondered if she was a
witch. Why couldn’t he look away? Why couldn’t he disengage from
this…thing passing between them?
A
loud knock on the door had her flying off the bed to the middle of
the room, and he felt himself exhale. He took a deep breath and
rubbed his hand over his face.
“What?”
he bit out.
{about the book}
There’s
no doubt that Beverly has had her share of ups and downs. When we
last left her in REBORN, she had told Hudson that she was pregnant
with his child, he was happy about it, and they were about to be
mated.
In
Destiny’s Shift, we see Beverly and Hudson happy with their baby,
but what happened in between those two books?
A
lot.
This
is Beverly’s journey into motherhood.
And
it’s not an easy ride.
This
book also answers the question that many readers emailed me about:
What are they going to do with Beverly being fully human?
**Please
note: this is not a stand-alone book. This is a novella
that is to be read between REBORN and Destiny’s Shift.**
{excerpt}
A
minute later, Beverly pushed, and Cohen lifted the baby from the
water. Hudson felt like his chest would explode with pride, as he was
the proud Papa of a baby boy who had a head full of black hair.
The
baby began to cry softly, and the sound made Hudson feel like someone
had just stabbed him through the heart. The sound was nothing like he
had heard before. The wail sounded like hope, despair, and the need
for love all rolled into one long syllable.
“What’s
wrong with him?” Hudson asked, panic lacing his gut.
“Nothing,
that’s good. They’re supposed to cry. You want to cut the cord?”
That
would be a definite negative, a “hell no” of epic proportions,
and Hudson shook his head.
Hudson
stared at the crunched-up little face, the little mouth that formed
an O. He briefly counted the baby’s fingers and toes, and was happy
to see ten of each. The cry from the kid increased tenfold.
“Oh,
no,” Cohen said, his eyes on Beverly.
{about the book}
One
hundred and fifty years ago, Warrior Jovan of the Six Saviors
realized he had a gift: the ability to feel emotions through touch.
Over the years, the gift has intensified allowing him to hear others
thoughts, and this uncontrolled skill has forced him to keep his
distance from both humans and those of his race. He fears the impact
on his sanity if he doesn’t.
Liberty,
an SR44 female has come to Earth by a set of circumstances beyond her
control. Born into a life of servitude on SR44, she is alone, afraid,
and stumbling her way through learning the customs and language of
her new home on Earth. When Jovan meets Liberty, it becomes clear
that they are of the same species, and Jovan takes Liberty under his
wing, despite his commitment to himself to limit interaction with
others.
As
Liberty reveals the reasons for her coming to Earth, it becomes
apparent that the Six Saviors are in danger, not only from the FBI,
but also from those who have journeyed to Earth with Liberty, and
they are seeking revenge. Jovan must quickly learn to control his
gift, and Liberty is the only one who can help him. As they deal with
danger from all sides, Jovan and Liberty must find a way to
compromise on the lives they desire, or they will be forced to go
their separate ways.
{excerpt}
Hearing
a door behind him open, he turned. Liberty stood in his room having
come through the bathroom.
“It
appears our rooms share a restroom, Jovan,” she said, smiling.
Jovan
looked her over. She had on jeans that hugged her thin legs, a white
turtleneck sweater, and a pair of high-heeled boots. Her ringlets
framed her pretty face that lit up with her grin.
“Don’t
worry, though. I have learned the proper etiquette, thanks to you. I
will make sure to knock before entering.”
He
smiled. Yes, she had come a long way. No longer did she barge in the
bathroom and catch him trying to get a little relief from his need to
be with her.
As
he stared at her, he knew he couldn’t fight it anymore. If Liberty
would have him, he would take her. He knew he wouldn’t lose his
SR44 form because she was one of his kind, and he wasn’t in love.
He felt like an absolute cocksucker for taking her virginity, but if
she was offering herself up . . .
He
stood and went to her, stopping directly in front of her. She crossed
her arms over her chest and lifted her gaze to his, tilting her head.
“What
is it, Jovan?”
“Come
here,” he whispered, and he took her in his arms. Her body was so
small, he felt like she would break if he squeezed too hard. She laid
her cheek on his chest, and her arms snaked around his waist.
Holding
her close, he felt nothing at all, and it was a wonderful feeling.
Well, he felt nothing but his cock getting hard. There were no
emotions from her, no thoughts, no nothing.
He
lifted her chin. “I can’t fight you anymore, Liberty.”
“I
wasn’t aware we were arguing, Jovan.”
What
in the world was he about to do? “You’re driving me crazy,
Liberty.”
“I’m
so sorry, Jovan. What have I done? And what can I do make amends with
you?”
He
smiled, while thinking of all the things she could do to make amends.
“Well, you could start with letting me kiss you.”
Her
breath hitched, and he watched shock march across her face. “Jovan,
I don’t know what to say.”
“How
about yes?”
“Yes,”
she whispered.
{about the book}“SR44 is no more.”
With
those words, Cohen of the Six Saviors feels like his whole world is
unraveling at the seams. Consumed by sadness, anger, and guilt for
breaking his mating vows to his beloved SR44ian mate, Cohen makes a
sacrificial oath to honor her in death.
Annis,
a female SR44 Warrior, was sent to Earth right before SR44 was
destroyed. But her new human body has restrictions—during the day
she is blind, but once the sun goes down, her vision returns. As she
struggles to find her place among the Six Saviors, she finds herself
the target for Cohen’s unwarranted anger. An explosive argument
between them ensues, changing their relationship forever.
Blake,
a half-human half-Colonist, has finally discovered a place he calls
home. As he and Annis grow closer, his feelings for her can’t be
ignored, and he must figure out a way to stay true to his heart or
risk losing her forever.
As
the Six Saviors are forced into the underbelly of humanity to catch a
Colonist’s offspring, and danger from The Platoon threatens to rip
the Six Saviors apart, Cohen, Annis, and Blake must face the ghosts
of their pasts and try to sort out the tangled web of their lives.
{excerpt}
“Are
you sure you’re going to be okay? You’re not going to do anything
stupid, are you?”
Cohen
stared at his fellow Warrior, Rayner, not really processing what he
was saying. He was in a haze consisting of agony, disbelief, defeat,
gut-wrenching guilt, and he had put a big, fat cherry on all that
with some Captain Morgan, the rum of all rums.
He
brought the glass to his lips, his hand shaking. He had to take a
piss but didn’t know if his legs would carry his six-foot-four, two
hundred fifty pound-frame. Instead, he shifted in his chair and ran
his hand through his dark hair.
Finding
out that your mate was dead could incapacitate a male.
Cohen
looked over at the clock. It had been three hours, two minutes, and
fifteen seconds since the news had been delivered, and the
conversation kept replaying over and over in his mind.
“SR44
is no more,” Liberty had said. “When we left, it seemed our world
exploded from the inside, leaving nothing. It is gone.”
Gone.
His
whole reason for existing had disappeared in one fiery, fuck-all
explosion.
“Cohen,
I need you to talk to me, man.”
He
lifted his violet eyes to Rayner’s red gaze and took another drink.
What he really wanted was to be left the hell alone. There was only
one way that was going to happen; he had to convince Rayner that
although he was devastated, he wasn’t going to off himself.
“I’m
okay.”
“And
you’re not going to do anything stupid?”
“Like
what? Drink more rum?”
“No,
dumbass, like hurt yourself.”
Cohen
threw his head back and laughed. It wasn’t the normal sound that
came from his throat, but something that resembled a bullfrog choking
on Skittles.
The
so not ha-ha funny thing was that he could remove his heart with a
butter knife and tweezers and it wouldn’t hurt as badly as what was
rolling through him now.
“What’s
so funny?” Rayner asked.
“Nothing,
man, nothing. There’s not a fucking thing funny right now. Obscene,
yes. Disorienting, sure. But funny? Nope.”
Rayner’s
eyes narrowed on him. “Where are your guns?”
It
was obvious Rayner thought Cohen had lost his jar of dice and would
blow out his brains. The guy couldn’t have been more wrong. Cohen
had no intention of killing himself; he had too much to atone for,
and he needed to be very much alive to do that.
But,
whatever. “In the closet. In my gun safe.”
Rayner
got up and went to the closet.
“You’re
supposed to keep this thing locked,” Rayner said from inside.
He
was supposed to do a lot of things. He was supposed to be
concentrating on going home to SR44, to see his mate, Mia. He was
supposed to honor his mating vows. Keeping his gun safe locked?
Pretty far down on the list of important stuff he was supposed to do.
Rayner
came out of the closet with a loaded-down black duffle bag.
“You
sure you’re going to be okay, Cohen?”
No.
Things would never be okay again. He was an SR44 male without his
mate. Things were going to be one large pile of smelly crap for the
rest of his days.
“Yes.
Now go see Faith and leave me alone.”
Rayner
stared at him a minute longer, his red eyes piercing him, then headed
for the door. Cohen listened as the elevator dinged, announcing its
arrival. When he heard the hum of the elevator taking Rayner away, he
felt all his emotions—the guilt, the agony, the sheer disbelief
that Mia was gone—swelling together, fueling the screams and cries
of pain that emanated from his lips.
After
a few moments, he was hoarse, and he wiped his eyes with the back of
his hand.
He
should have honored his mating vows to Mia, but instead he had been
whoring around on Earth for the past seventy-five years of the two
hundred twelve years he had been on this rock. His betrayal to her
ran deep, and he needed to atone for his sins.
Oh,
and sinned he had.
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{about the author}
Thank you
for your interest in my books!
I am a wife,
a mother and a slave to Nicky the dog.
I love to
laugh, I think chocolate and wine should be considered their
own food group, and I wish Christmas happened twice a year.
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