Thursday, November 26, 2020

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving Day to all my friends in the USA. I know that this year the holiday may be a little different, but there is so much to be thankful for. Hope you all have a wonderful day. Stay safe!

Sunday, November 22, 2020

Saturday, November 21, 2020

Friday, November 20, 2020

Fresh Fiction review of IVAR'S ESCAPE

Fresh Fiction has reviewed IVAR'S ESCAPE. Here's a snippet of what the reviewer has to say:

If you love space drama, hot princes, intriguing assassins, danger, drama (including the family kind), bad guys and even badder guys and, of course, a romance that will steam wallpaper off the wall--you need to get your hands on IVAR’S ESCAPE." 
~Annetta Sweetko

Thursday, November 19, 2020

I'm over at Delilah Devlin's Blog

November is a time of Thanksgiving, and I have much to be thankful for. Hop on over to Delilah Devlin's blog to find out exactly what I'm celebrating this month.

Tuesday, November 17, 2020

Teaser Tuesday: Fury Unleashed

TEASER: FURY UNLEASHED, book 1 Forgotten Brotherhood


Maccus Fury, a fallen angel, is trying hard to keep his sanity. Seems being an assassin might be catching up with him. Now, Heaven, or Hell, has sent a beautiful assassin to kill him. Lovely. She’s pretending to seduce him, and he’s okay with that. She’s smart and snarky—but she has no idea what she’s walked into. And he’s more than peeved that they only sent one person. They’re going to need an army if they want him dead.

Morrigan Quill is one of Hell’s bounty hunters. She sold her soul to keep her sister safe, and now she’s working off her contract by catching bad guys and dragging them back to hell. When Lucifer makes her a new offer––that’s definitely too good to be true—she can’t say no. All she has to do is kill a powerful and crazy-hot fallen angel, who will totally kick her ass in battle.

Good thing he won’t see what’s coming next.


Maccus was almost seven feet of muscle and menace. The only thing soft about him was his silky black hair. In person, his features were even more rugged. And his eyes seemed to hold all the secrets of the universe, all the pain.

Black pants clung to his powerful thighs. A black tank top stretched across his massive chest beneath a light leather jacket. They were dressed in an almost identical manner, blending seamlessly with the night.

He woke long forgotten yearnings from back when she’d been nothing more than an unsuspecting human living her ordinary life.

He made her remember who she’d been, not what she’d become.

Primal instincts urged her to run.

He’s dangerous.

Softness was not something she could afford. Not with her life and that of her sister hanging in the balance. Until she’d fulfilled her contract and paid the debt in full, Lucifer was within his rights to grab her sister. And there was nothing she wouldn’t do to keep Kayley safe.

That was her objective. She couldn’t forget it for one second.







Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Lest We Forget...

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

~John McCrae

Thank you to all who have served.