Excerpts
Witchfire 75,000 words Paranormal romance
Chapter One
Her fiancé’s cold, calculating words spilled from the tape recorder in a vicious tone Sarah Wild didn’t recognize or comprehend. Just one sentence penetrated her frozen brain.
“Of course I don’t love her, I just want her power.”
Shattered like a goblet on a tile floor, her dreams lay in a tattered heap of shredded white silk and gossamer tulle. Her dress went from bridal perfection to remnants for the ragbag with her quick frenzy of ripping and tearing. She stomped from the remains of her dress and kicked it into a pile against the large tri-fold mirror.
A slow wiggle of her fingers conjured a fireball hovering above the palm of her hand. Bouncing it like a volleyball, she spiked it into the combustible material. Quicker than the flick of a wand, all that remained of her wedding dress was ash floating in the air-conditioned breeze of the bridal salon.
“I’m glad you already paid for that.”
Sarah whipped around at her sister’s mocking ‘I knew this would happen’ tone; ready to fling a fireball her way as well. Her head pounded with each heartbeat at the familiar pitying look in Suzannah’s eyes. She tore her gaze away, pointing a shaking finger at the longhaired, lowlife standing beside her twin.
“I want that tape recording.”
Dangerous Shift 75,000 word Paranormal Romantic Suspense
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Chapter One
“Damn loser recruit,” Captain Connors muttered as he sweltered in the alleyway, forced to endure the scents of week-old Chow Mein coming from the Dumpster he leaned against.
A mingle of sweet citrus and coconut strong enough to turn his stomach overpowered even the stench of the restaurant refuse surrounding him as the hairs rose on his arms. It was one of them, had to be, only shape-shifters gave off that cloying scent a recruiter could catch a whiff of a hundred yards away. He inhaled the rancid fumes rising from the pavement to clear the shifter smell from his nostrils.
Connors stayed leaning, body tense, as a gorgeous blonde strolled into the cramped, trash-filled alley like it was a neighborhood park at lunchtime. Shifter females were breath-taking, making you want, until you remembered what they were and worried about going to bed with Sue Ann and waking up with Jim Bob. He pushed out from the metal at his back, spit on the ground, and thought for the umpteenth time, God, he hated when they were female.
He inhaled deeply of her Shifter scent, verifying she was what she appeared to be and said, “Nick or Nikki?”
Tempting Adam 55,000 Contemporary Romance
Chapter One
Impossibly long legs ended in black, shiny, spiked high heels. The lethal stilettos rested atop the far corner of his antique desk without the courtesy of the Corinthian leather desk pad. The large wingback side of his chair kept him from ogling the rest of the package those legs promised.
He strode to the back of the chair, placed his hand on the leather back, and grasped the chair.
A hard spin of the chair ripped the heels from his desk. He rushed to face the usurper of his office and chair. Green eyes. All his mind registered before the image of the long-legged beauty permanently photocopied into his brain.
Adam St. Eden stood dumbstruck. He didn’t know where to look first. Her face promised things her body looked quite capable of delivering. The emerald suit she wore was tight in all the right places, open in all the good places, and exactly matched the color of her exquisite eyes.
His heart pounded as she crossed her legs and her silk skirt slid up to expose a smooth tanned thigh. His groin tightened and pounded in time with his heartbeat as she licked her lush lips with a tongue he wished to feel and taste. Lips most women would be willing to submit to Collagen needles to achieve.
Her scent breezed over him as she stood and extended her hand towards him. Visions of meadows and rose gardens clashed with her vixen persona. He expected musk and jasmine, not the innocence her fragrance conveyed. There was nothing innocuous about the look on her face. Her wide set eyes twinkled with sexual mischievousness. Sable brows arched with naughty knowledge of the sensual world. Lips pouted playfully, yet softened as he watched a slow, sensual smile grace her face. Hers was a face that promised a ride to the moon and back again, and that would be foreplay.
A groan almost escaped him at the mere thought of foreplay with the babe in front of him. Her voice brought his thoughts back to the present moment.
“Mr. St. Eden, I’m Yvette Giardino, your new personal assistant.”
That voice, he knew it. The husky tones made parts of him stand at attention. A voice made for sexy whispers between silk sheets. Echoes of “please” and “now” tickled the edge of his brain. The knowledge of where he knew it from crashed into his head with the force of a runaway freight train. Last night.