2012
Happy New Year to everyone!
2011 has past. For me, it was an amazing year. I was able to bring my backlist to readers in the form of ebooks. I introduced you to Demetrius Mercer and Jade Smith by releasing my first vampire romance, Immortal Death. I brought you Sam and Ben, the rebellious Souls from my urban fantasy series, Lost Souls.
What's in store for this year? Every year holds surprises and new experiences, but what I have planned is the further adventures of Sam, Ben and Christian in the second episode of the Lost Souls series.
I'm planning to bring the troubled and cursed Draegan of Delavan to you as he fights to save his enemy, Princess Juleen of Harrow, in Cursed With a Kiss.
In the Angel's Assassin, Damien the assassin will do anything to gain his freedom, until his master charges him with killing the only person who has ever been kind to him, the beautiful Aurora of Acquitaine.
I'm hoping to introduce you to these characters in 2012. So, please check back or better yet, subscribe to my website or facebook or twitter pages so I can keep you informed. I will be holding contests, I'll be having more excerpts in my First Kiss Friday feature and printing more romance trading cards for you. I will be at the RT Booklovers convention this year in April. I hope to see you there!
2012 will be an exciting year. Please, join me for the ride!
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“What do you want from me?”
Perhaps it was ridiculous, Ryen thought. Men never seemed to have a problem with taking what, Here's an excerpt from my novel, The Angel and the Prince - Enemies face off -
“What do you want from me?”
Perhaps it was ridiculous, Ryen thought. Men never seemed to have a problem with taking what, or who, they wanted. Maybe I’m making it more complicated than it should be. He is my prisoner.
She raised a hand to touch his thick mane. Bryce pulled back instantly. Ryen wrapped her fingers tightly in his hair, leaning into his strong chest. “You fear my touch?” she wondered in a soft whisper.
“Loathe is more like it,” he said.
She could feel the lie through his leggings and smiled. “Your body betrays you.”
“Step away from me, witch,” he snarled.
Ryen stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips against his. At first they were immovable, but suddenly they parted and the hot passion he was trying to hide was released. His tongue slipped into her mouth, warring with hers.
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