As far as Evie is concerned, her life is perfect. She's the princess of the wolf kingdom, betrothed to the handsome future Alpha of her pack's closest allies, and has a strong and handsome, if disrespectful and irritating, bodyguard to protect her. But what if her perfect life is an illusion? When treachery and treason start to tear at the threads of the monarchy, Evie is forced to accept that her world is nothing like she thought - and that she may have been putting her trust in the wrong people. ---BLURB--- He takes a step toward me so quickly, my breath catches in my throat. For an instant, I think he means to grab me—though what he’d do next, I have no idea. He doesn’t, though. Instead he says in a dark, confident voice, “I will remain your protector, Evie. I made a vow to the Moon Gods, and that may not mean much to your father or Tristan, but it sure as Sun’s Hell means something to me.” He’s referring to the vow he made the day he was sworn in as my bodyguard—the vow to the Moon Gods that he would protect me from that day forward, without fail, even if it meant giving his own life. Pretty standard stuff; I had almost forgotten it. Apparently he hasn’t.

When Emerson Taylor reports to work one Friday night at the Crimson Cavern in Oakland, California, the last person she expects to waitress for is billionaire CEO Kieran Sharpe. He hasn't been seen in Oakland since he graduated high school ten years ago and moved to San Francisco. But he's back now, and he's suddenly fixated on Emerson, the girl he barely spoke to growing up. Between her borderline abusive boyfriend, her dying mother, her handsome bandmate, and the skeletons in her closet, the last thing Emerson needs is more complications. But when a ridiculously sexy billionaire has his eye on you, what's a girl to do? --- EXCERPT --- “You can’t just do that, Kieran! I told you not to save me. I told you I didn’t need—” “Well, too damn bad!” he shouts back. The flirtation is gone from his eyes, but the lust isn’t. “I can’t help myself with you, Emerson. I refuse to let anyone hurt you, and you’re just going to have to deal with it.” Both of our chests are heaving. I’m suddenly becoming very aware of the fact that we’re in the stretch of the trail that’s the middle of the woods, which are utterly secluded. “Fuck it,” I hear myself mutter. And I grab him by the stupidly fancy button-down and yank him down for a kiss. Okay—not just a kiss. A series of earth-shatteringly good kisses that progress deeper and deeper as we stumble backwards and he presses me up against the nearest tree. --- #September Update Program 2023

Three years have passed since the fall of Aidan Roswell and the Roswell Coven. Quinn and Dean are happily married with a beautiful daughter, and there is peace in Pewter. But Quinn\'s beloved shifter, Finn, and vamp, Cooper, have both distanced themselves from her and the Pewter Pack. When Finn returns with dangerous news regarding enemies both new and old, Quinn and Dean must weigh their options carefully and face the fact that it might be time to bring Cooper back into their lives. And how will Marie, the Pewter wolf who hasn\'t seen her true mate Cooper in years, take the news? #September Update Program 2023

Quinn Price is your average high school senior—at least, until her parents die in a car accident and she is adopted by Aidan Roswell, the mysterious millionaire from a small town in Florida. Suddenly she’s surrounded by unnervingly handsome faces, strange looks, and even stranger behavior -- possibly even danger. But who should she trust—Aidan’s smooth and charming son, Cooper? The dark, mysterious bad boy, Dean? Or her best friend from back home, Finn? And how will she react when she realizes paranormal forces are at work here—possibly even inside her? EXCERPT: “He kissed you?” he asks me in a voice as low and deep as his growl. I feel bad for causing him pain—truly, I do. But I don’t feel that bad, because if he really doesn’t want other boys kissing me, he should start doing it himself. “Only for a second,” I reply. My voice is strained and breathy. When did he get so close to me? My heart is pounding. “Ten, at the most.” Another growl. Somehow, he seems to make his way even closer to me without taking a single step. “Did you like it?” I rack my brain for something clever to say, but in this moment, with him so close to me, as I ache to wrap my legs around him and cling to his giant, muscled body, I forget how to be clever. All I can do is be honest with him. A little too honest. “It lacked passion,” I breathe to him, my voice barely more than a whisper.

Cam Styles is the golden boy of Hollis Academy—the handsome football QB with the beautiful girlfriend and the privileged family. Aspen Hart is the polar opposite—the social outcast from the wrong side of the tracks with a fantastic singing voice and serious baggage. When Cam finds Aspen in the middle of the road, covered in blood and mostly unconscious, he reaches a crossroads. Will he reevaluate his priorities and realize that his true passions are different than the path laid out for him? And will Aspen find a way to open her heart to the last boy she could have ever expected to fall for? Not for the faint of heart, "The Girl in the Road" explores themes of passion, lust, trauma, fear, anxiety, love, hope, and loss. And, of course, music. BLURB: “Okay, then. Where to start…” He slides closer to me, placing the back of his fingertips on the bare skin of my elbow and running them up toward my shoulder, then to my neck. From there, he sinks his fingers into my hair as his thumb grazes my jawline. “Well, I couldn’t shake this feeling that maybe you were singing one or two of those songs to me. Any chance I was right about that?” Fuck, is he good at this. Well, two can play at that game. I curl my legs up onto the couch with us, then slide myself ever so slightly onto his lap—not quite a straddle, but certainly not anything G-rated, either. He’s already hard. Which, of course, makes me instantly wet. I swear, feeling his hard-on when we were dancing together had me sopping. I can tell the guy’s got serious length—and girth. “Maybe one or two,” I tell him sweetly, moving myself into even more of a straddle. A tiny, sexy groan escapes him at that, and his free hand finds its way to the small of my back, just as it did when we were dancing. This time, though, it slips down beneath the material of my shirt, then beneath the material of my shorts, too—stopping just before it reaches my ass. “Dancing with you was torture,” he whispers to me then. His breath tickles my ear and sends even more shivers of pleasure shooting down my spine. “Hot, steamy, delectable torture.” I know the feeling. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m experiencing it right now.

Alina Marks doesn’t have it easy. Her father, the traitor Alpha of her pack, died six years ago at the hands of the enemy vampire coven, and her pack’s new Alpha, Noah, has declared her his future Luna. Unfortunately, that proclamation isn’t as romantic as it seems; Noah is possessive, hot-headed, and even abusive. When Wren, the handsome, new human boy from the Bronx, comes to town, Alina assumes she won’t be allowed to talk to him. But fate has other ideas, and before long, Wren and Alina are thrown together in a whirlwind of danger, passion, romance, and intrigue. Alina’s eighteenth birthday is fast approaching, and the whole pack assumes her inner wolf will choose Noah. But what if she chooses someone else entirely? EXCERPT: “Wren?” I whisper. “Yeah?” He whispers back. I turn to face him at that, but I don’t distance myself from him at all. I wrap one leg around his, hook a hand around his neck, and press myself deep against him. The effect it has on him is instantaneous; his fingers sink into the bare skin of my lower back, pressing me even further against him, as his lips find the nape of my neck and he lets out an extremely sensual groan of pleasure into my skin. “It’s not supposed to feel this good,” I whisper into his ear as I continue moving my body against his. He’s bigger than Noah, I note with a twinge of amusement; I can tell even through the clothes. “We’re supposed to—” “Hate each other,” he finishes for me, “yeah, yeah.” One of his hands slides further up my back, beneath the fabric of my camisole, while the other remains rooted to the small of my back, keeping me pressed against him. He looks me straight in the eyes and says, “I think I prefer this.” And that’s when I kiss him.

The last thing Memphis needs in her life is a bad boy. She already had one traumatic experience with a prep school boy, not to mention the complications in her family life with her little brother's autism and her parents' lack of attention. So when she meets Gray, her instinct is to run the other way. But Gray isn't your average bad boy. He might have an affinity for violence, drugs, and skipping school, but he also has a heart of gold, a fierce protective streak, and loyalty like no other... not to mention, a major crush on Memphis. Will Gray find a way to convince Memphis to overcome her past traumas and accept her undeniable feelings for him? Told from alternating POV's from Memphis and Gray, this is a touching, emotional, erotic, and romantic story about two teenagers falling in love against all odds. EXCERPT: “It’s not very manly of me to say this,” I tell her softly, “but I like you, Mem. I like your personality, I like your friends, I like your taste in music—minus the AFI—and, well, I really like looking at you, too. Just as an added bonus.” She doesn’t laugh out loud, but she can’t quite hide the grin from her face. It’s just about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. “I’m not trying to get into your pants,” I promise her. “I just want to get to know you better.” Her grin fades ever so slightly, but the edges of it remain. “Thank you,” she finally says. Then, I kid you not, the grin returns as she asks, “You’re not even trying to get into my pants a little? You know… at some point?” Oh, sweet Jesus, this girl is going to be the death of me. “Believe me,” I say, leaning forward in my chair, “the desire is there.”

* COMPLETE * What’s the one thing same-sex high schools for boys and girls have in common? Trouble. To encourage their students to get to know members of the opposite sex in healthy, non-sexual ways, Alexandria School for Girls and Seacoast Boys’ Academy test out a new experiment on their senior class: a coed pen pal project. The Girls—Memphis, Tally, and Bridget—have been best friends for years, despite having very little in common. Memphis is a fiery redhead with a love of music and a distrust toward boys stemming from a traumatic experience. Tally is a shy, sweet jock with a fierce volleyball spike and a broken family. And Bridget is the over-achieving class president with an aptitude for pretty much everything, especially keeping her big, dark secret. The Boys—Grayson, Ezra, and Kai—have even less in common. Gray is the sexy bad boy who got kicked out of his last school for fighting. Ezra is the handsome golden boy who’s equal parts charismatic and problematic. And Kai is the soft-spoken, Somalian soccer player who just wants to get along with everyone. What will happen when these pen pals cross pens? There’s romance in the air… but is it all that’s in the air? Letters With Boys is a touching and romantic story with darker undertones, told entirely in the format of letters, texts, and emails. EXCERPT: I am eagerly awaiting your assessment of me from Saturday night. Did you find me charming? Funny? Ruggedly handsome, perhaps? Devilishly debonair? Perhaps you could grade me on all possible attributes? LOOKS, WARDROBE, CONVERSATION, SENSE OF HUMOR, ALCOHOL TOLERANCE LEVEL, et cetera? In the meantime, I will give you my assessment of you: you are an angel sent from drummer chick heaven to out-dart, out-pool, and out-karaoke me at every turn. 10/10 across the board. (Seriously, where did you learn all those skills? Brooklyn?) When can I see you next? When can I hear you play the drums for real, and not just by banging chopsticks against the side of the bar? (Not that that wasn’t impressive.) Will you be wearing the same, tiny black dress and leather jacket? Can you wear the same thing every day for the rest of your life? Because I’m pretty sure it’s impossible for a sexier outfit to exist. Though I would be happy to be proven wrong by you. I really wanted to kiss you, you know. But after all your talk about how creepy Ezra was, and also about how creepy I was, I decided not to push it.

When 18-year-old Echo runs away from her abusive boyfriend and egomaniac, millionaire father atop her beloved horse, Apollo, the last thing she expects is to fall into another world. But when she dismounts Apollo on the other side of the river and performs magic with her bare hands, she realizes that's exactly what has happened. Jesse, the mysterious, handsome Shifter she meets in the new world, insists that she must keep her Fae powers hidden for her own safety. But in a kingdom crawling with warfare and turmoil, where women are treated as little more than slaves, will Echo be able to keep her wits about her enough to survive? And what if there's more to Jesse than meets the eye? BLURB: “Echo,” he says softly, reaching out to take my hand. “I’m just trying to keep you safe.” Again, I don’t flinch. Is it possible that my body is learning to trust him this quickly? Who am I kidding? All of me is learning to trust him this quickly. For better or for worse. “I’m stronger than you think I am,” I tell him, weaving my fingers into his. God, I love the feeling of his fingers. “I can handle war. I can handle responsibility. I can handle pain. What I can’t handle is losing my freedom.” He lifts his free hand up toward my face, then uses it to tuck my stray hair behind my cheek. His eyes follow the strand of hair as he does so, then linger there—taking in my appearance for the second time tonight. “Your hair feels like silk,” he says softly. “And it shines like gold.” I take a step toward him—so close, I can feel his breath on my skin. I lock the fingers of my free hand into the notches on his waistcoat, then gently tug him toward me to close the remaining distance between us. “You can’t say things like that to me,” I murmur softly to him, “and then tell me to marry some other guy.”

So you think you want to hear our story. I can understand the appeal, from an outsider’s perspective. We’ve got sex; we’ve got lies; we’ve got murder; we’ve got magic. We’ve got student-teacher affairs, cheaters, liars, dead moms, and daddy issues. We’ve got a world teeming with disorder and chaos. We’ve got Telepaths, Empaths, Teleporters, Firestarters, Sirens… The list goes on. And to top it all off, the heroes of this story are teenagers. I suppose, to you, that might sound appealing. I’ll tell you right now, though—think again. This isn’t a story for the faint of heart. It’s a fucked-up, dark, twisted whirlwind of a story that’s going to leave you wondering what kind of shit show you’ve walked into. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. - - - - - "Deviant Academy" is a magic school story that's about as far from Hogwarts as it gets. Told from the alternating perspectives of six teenage students, it's a steamy, intense roller coaster sure to leave you wanting more.

* THE PHOENIX WOLF SAGA, BOOK 3 * It's been nearly 18 years since Princess Serendipity "Ren" Crescent of Meridian was born. True to the promise her mother Red made to the Vampire King, Vance Eaton, Ren has come to Archon every summer since she was ten to spend time with Nick Emerson, the vampire prince she wants nothing to do with. He wanted nothing to do with her, either--until now. As Ren's eighteenth birthday approaches, her relationship with Nick shifts into something new entirely. But what about her inner wolf, whose true mate is thought to be someone else altogether--Archer Saros, her loyal bodyguard and friend? And what will happen when both Ren and Nick find out that Archon isn't as safe as they thought it was--for either of them? THE HYBRID PRINCESS AND THE VAMPIRE PRINCE is the steamiest of the series, and sure to be a crowd pleaser for fans of werewolf and vampire stories alike. ----- EXCERPT: So, instead, I grab her and kiss the hell out of her. Well, what else am I supposed to do? What choice did I really have? She’s standing there, inches in front of me, eyes the color of the most intoxicating thing in the world to me, smelling like nothing else I’ve ever smelled before, looking like heaven, and my fucking psychotic ex-girlfriend just tried to kill her, and— God, she kisses good. Her mouth is so much warmer than Sabrina’s—even warmer than I imagined it, all the many times I imagined this moment. Her tongue is sweet and soft, dainty in its reactions to my own, which pried through her lips with the hunger of a mad dog, and the way she arches herself against me, the way her short, shallow breaths feel against my upper lip as I kiss her deeper and deeper— I want her. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I have to have her.

** This is the sequel to MY FATED DRAGON PRINCE, which can be found on my author page! ** Farnethia is gone, and its inhabitants are on Earth… at least, for now. But according to Kenton Crowley, a prophecy states that there is a way for Farnethians to return home. On her eighteenth birthday, Nell and Milo’s daughter Harper will be forced to make a decision: remain on Earth, or return to Farnethia with her kinsmen. When Harper is born, Nell and Milo agree to keep the prophecy a secret from her—at least, until she is older. But can they trust Kenton to keep the secret, too? And when they finally do tell Harper the truth, what will she do? Will her love for Jack, the Earthling “regular” who lives next-door, sway her decision? And why is she the only person on Earth with fire powers? This story is told from the alternating POV’s of Milo, Nell, Harper, and Jack.

* THE PHOENIX WOLF SAGA, BOOK 2 * To read Book 1, please click on BETROTHED TO A PRINCE, IN LOVE WITH MY BODYGUARD on my page! - - - - - Tempest "Red" Crescent is now the Queen of the Wolves, but it's a tougher job than she bargained for. With civil and even world war overtaking Canis, Meridian's fate lingering in the balance, and Sophie and Marleigh Gibbous still captive in the cruel clutches of Sawyer Lancaster, Red has a tough fight ahead of her--but at least she has Rowan right beside her. Meanwhile, Corrin, who has finally found her true mate, faces a tough choice of her own: now that she is second in line to be Beta and third in line to be Alpha and Queen, can she really mate with a stray Rogue like Westley Morton? And if she rejects him, will he accept it, or will he fight for her? Told from the perspectives of Red, Rowan, Corrin, and Westley, this is a story of love, war, responsibility, and family that you won't want to miss. EXCERPT: “I still can’t believe you did that,” he says to me one night by the fire. “Volunteered for a suicide mission.” “I still can’t believe you did.” I mean it—especially now that I know he thinks it’s a suicide mission. “Why did you?” He snorts. “You already know the answer to that, lassie.” He’s certainly bold; I’ll give him that. “But I told you we couldn’t be together. So why make it harder on yourself?” “Well, to change your mind, of course. And to keep you alive, if at all possible. To die beside you, if not.” I shake my head, granting him a half-laugh. “You barely know me.” “True. That, too—to get to know you better.”

Nell Rivers is an unlucky eighteen-year-old from Compton with an abusive stepfather, an alcoholic adopted mother, and a best friend who died a year ago. When she receives a letter from her birth parents about a magical world called Farnethia, where she is really a magical phoenix destined to help them win a war, she dismisses it as a sick joke. But when she falls into Farnethia in her dreams, it becomes hard to deny. Nell is thrown headfirst into a whole new world. She meets Milo Drexel, the handsome, exiled Dragon Prince of the Realm of Darkness. She meets Archie, her unicorn familiar who claims to be the reincarnation of her best friend. And she meets Sir Kenton Crowley, the right hand to the Queen of Light who the entire world "expects" her to be with. But which destiny should she choose - the path of the Light that is laid out for her, or the other, more complicated path that the handsome Dragon Prince of Darkness has shown her? -- EXCERPT: When he pulls away from me, he keeps his face close to mine. There's a small, devilish smile on his lips as he presses his forehead against mine. “You,” he whispers, chest rising and falling as rapidly as mine, “are fucking incredible.” I’ve never heard him curse before, and it sends tingles of pleasure all the way to my toes. “Wh…” I can barely find control of my vocal chords, I’m so aroused. “What changed?” The devilish expression doesn’t leave his eyes, even when his hands release me. “I lost my ability to resist you.”

Brooke, Kate, Milo, and Jason might seem like typical high schoolers - the hot girl, the loner girl, the tortured musician, and the quarterback. But there's one thing that sets them apart from the rest: Cole West. Cole West is, as Jason puts it, a "psycho." He's maniacally, terrifyingly, frightfully obsessed with Kate, and will do anything to prove his love for her. There's murder on the horizon. The question is, who will pull the trigger? EXCERPT: “What were you doing?” he demands, grip still firm and unyielding on my arms even once we’ve come to a stop. My bad arm is starting to sear with pain, but I don’t mention it. I deserve a little pain. “I got us the apartment,” I point out, dangling the keys for him to see. “Chill out.” “Brooke!” he shouts. “This is ridiculous!” “My name’s Sierra now,” I correct, glaring at him. “It’d probably be smart for you to not shout the name ‘Brooke’ in public anymore.” He groans, running his hand through that perfect head of hair. “This is not okay,” he says desperately. “You’re not okay.” I watch him carefully. His deep eyes are so laced with concern that I wonder why he’s even bothering to hide his feelings for me. Why am I bothering to hide my feelings for him? Who really fucking cares that he broke my heart? Why am I such a drama queen? I’m into him. What’s the big deal? So I grab his face with my hands, press myself against him, and kiss the shit out of him. He backs away from me instinctively, but I step forward with him, locking my fingers into his hair and arching myself against him. For a split second, he yields. I feel one of his hands against my lower back, pressing me even deeper against him, and the other against my cheek, cupping it the way he used to, back when we were so, madly, unbelievably in love, and suddenly I feel alive—not like I did with the apartment owner, but like I did a year and a half ago, back before everything fell apart. He finally gets a hold of himself and shoves me away, but not in time. His breath is ragged, his face haunted, and he’s glaring at me with eyes about twenty times brighter than they had been seconds ago.

* THE PHOENIX WOLF SAGA, BOOK 1 * To read the sequel, click on THE QUEEN, THE LOVER, THE HUNTRESS AND THE ROGUE on my page! - - - - - “You…” He can barely speak. “You smell…” I know what he smells. I take a step toward him, eyes bright. “Yes?” I ask coyly. “You were…” I take another step. “Yes?” He suddenly explodes, closing the gap between us in half a second and pressing me against the wall behind me so aggressively, my breath catches in my throat. He pins my arms against the wall on either side of me and presses himself into me, digging his hardened bulge against me with a motion that nearly sends my legs buckling out from under me in dazed pleasure. His lips find my neck, and for an instant, I think he means to mark me. I should think about what it would mean for my future, what it would mean for my pack, but in that moment, I don’t care. I want him to mark me. I want to be his, and I want him to be mine. - - - - - Tempest Elianna Crescent, also known as Red, is the Princess of Canis and daughter of the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. When her father tells her that she is to marry "Prince" Dominic Gibbous, the future Alpha of the rival Gibbous Moon Pack that once ruled, she reluctantly agrees to do her duty to keep the peace. But her eighteenth birthday is looming, and the inner wolf stirring in her desires someone different: Rowan, her family's bodyguard and the future Beta of her pack. Can she force back her desires for the sake of her responsibility, putting her pack before her wolf? What if the Gibbous Pack hasn't relinquished their desire to reclaim the throne? This story is told in alternating first person POV's between Red and Rowan.

"Recovery is not a race, but a journey." Two years ago, Joey Bray and Riley Rhodes were inseparable. Bonded by their love of horses, The Beatles, and philosophy, they were seemingly the perfect match. But then Riley's father got sick, and she disappeared. Two years later, when Joey sees her again, she seems to be a different person - popular, sexy, and deeply damaged by something or someone. But can he convince her to let him back into her life? If she does, will the danger surrounding her come to endanger him, too? Told in four parts - two from Joey's POV and two from Riley's - each of which contain their own chunks of chapters. EXCERPT: She sighs and looks directly into my eyes in that way that makes me forget everything I’m thinking and lose touch with reality. “Stop pushing it,” she says. “You need to stop pushing it; it’s only hurting you. You’ve only known me for what, a few weeks?” I refuse to accept her words. “I’ve known you for years.” She shakes her head. “No—that was a different girl.” She swallows. “That was someone else.”

In the small, crime-riddled, d**g-infested town of Dodger, there are two names everyone knows: Fallon Mercury, the heartbreakingly beautiful exotic dancer with a tragic past, and Damon West, her dangerous, abusive, d**g-dealing boyfriend. When Fallon meets Flint, the hopeless romantic of a high school lit teacher who sees the good in people rather than the darkness, she sees a light at the end of the tunnel that she hasn’t been able to see for years. But is it only false hope, or is it the real thing? Alternates between the POV's Fallon and Flint, and occasionally enters the POV's of other characters including Damon. EXCERPT: Every contour of her tanned, toned body begs to be stared at; every inch of her soft skin pleads to be touched; every wave of her dark, glossy hair screams to be tugged at. Her blood-red b*a and panties, lined with silver beads, taunt with the tease of the perfection beneath them. Every step she takes in her bright, silver heels flexes the sharpened muscles of her long legs. Watching her cling to the pole with nothing but her tight, toned thighs as her body spins around it in a flash of red and black forces me to imagine her clinging to me the same way as I make hard, fast, passionate love to her— I shake my head, trying to push these rabid thoughts away. I’m not this man. I’m not the man who imagines plowing the strippers on the dance floor—especially not ones whose selfish actions have upset my students.