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I never should have looked up. Wondered about that woman wrapping a shawl around her pale shoulders, pressing her petite hand upon the window. Her eyes met mine, beckoned to me. Begged me to be her hero.

A prisoner of a cruel father or husband who kept her locked away so high above the beautiful city below. At least that’s what I thought. The young fool that I was.

How many nights did I walk by, tell myself not to look up? But young minds are rarely rationa...

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Mean Geimhreadh

An excerpt from my work-in-progressImage from MarioEppinger on Pixabay

Colder weather crept in as the days became shorter and the nights longer. The sun rarely peeked out from the gray cloud-cover overhead; Étaín and Brigit turned their faces towards the rays when they could, wrapping their brats around them to keep out the wind as they did the day’s chores before hurrying back into the house, where the fire seemed all the warmer and brighter for dark, dying world outside. Étaín helped Br...

Blood Ties Audiobook Now Available!

It’s been a long time since you’ve heard from me, lovelies. But there’s great news to share…

Blood Ties is now available as an audiobook!

I’m so excited for you all to hear how Narrator Alexis Low brought my work to life.

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A night shattered by unspeakable savagery….

A loss so great it calls those who keep to the shadows to action….

As Bridget — elder vampire and former assassin to the mother of vampires — celebrates with her soon-to-be fledgling, Sébastien, the...

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Mo Cheann Beag

Excerpt from the first chapter of my work-in-progress

Étaín paused, closing her eyes and tilting her head back to enjoy the early spring sun on her skin. She took a deep breath, inhaling the early morning fragrances of the forest: dew on grass, leaves, and berries; the musky scent of red deer that had been bedded down around her; flowers persisting through the blanket of leaves to show their colorful blooms. She sighed, opening her eyes, and continued towards the river, the thought of fre...

Shreya’s Story: Part Five

Something that Aunt Kali’s memories didn’t prepare me for was the all encompassing hunger after siring another. Emptiness spread from my belly to my brain, leaving me foggy but determined to find a meal. 

I dragged Aarti along, the fragrance of blood drawing me to a couple in an alleyway. The hunger heightened my senses, and, before we were within fifty feet of them, I knew they weren’t good people, knew they deserved the fate I was about to give them. She was a prostitute, ready to stab ...

Shreya’s Story: Part Four

There were no doubts in my mind that Ajit knew I was up to something. We had slept huddled together like cats since Devika and Vivek’s cult moved into our sanctuary, but when I brought Aarti home, I kept close to her, helping her adapt to a life of sleeping all day and remaining awake all night, not that she would need that training. The Blood changes your body’s natural instincts. But I saw the narrowed glances he gave me as I tucked food I didn’t need beneath my sari.

What surprised me ...

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Are you a fan of the dark, fangy, brooding, or just downright wicked? Then this Vampire Extravaganza Gift Box is just the Valentine’s Gift you want to give yourself!

From Sunday the 14th of February for two weeks (until February 28) we will be hosting a giveaway for those who delight in the darkness. All you need to do is enter with your name and email address, share, and like our pages. The more you do, the more chance you have of winning. Each action you take wil...

Shreya’s Story: Part Three

Aarti, particularity, broke my heart. She was only a couple of years older than I was. Six or seven. That is, when I became. Her biological father had died when she was too young to remember him. Her mother married again, and her little brother died two days out of the womb. Her stepfather blamed her mother and beat her for the loss. 

It may have been the perfect formula for her mother to follow mine.

Devika promised release from pain, from worry, from reality, from responsibility.

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