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December 12, 2017

Chapter One

Briar Rose cut an eerie silhouette into the moonlit night. Sharp turrets and massive battlements would be formidable to scale and climb for most men. And vampires. But not for Mikhail and his four brethren in the Bloodguard. They’d watched from the woodlands since sunset. Watched and waited.

Mikhail flicked a hand, signaling his men. As one, the hooded vampires melded with the shadows and flashed to the...

October 6, 2017

Click on the cover for The White Lily and read first chapter!

To the north of the Varis empire, a mysterious faction spreads propaganda against the vampire monarchy. Friedrich Volya, the Duke of Winter Hill, seeks to discover who they are before his uncle finds them first. King Dominik will punish the traitors with brutal force.

Local schoolteacher, the raven-haired Brennalyn, is on her own mission—to spy on the duk...

July 28, 2017


The voices in my head whisper louder, calling to their demon brethren. That’s how I know I’m in the right place. I see him across the dance floor. Music pumps loud. Laser lights flash. No one notices his red eyes glaring. Demon eyes. I follow his gaze to the bar, finding his target for the night. A black-haired beauty sips on a beer, completely oblivious to the fac...

May 18, 2017


Brennalyn smiled as she walked from one child to the next. At the end of the day, she’d spread

old scrap cloth on the schoolroom floor to catch paint drippings. They’d each claimed a spot and

now worked in contented silence. The first snow of the season hadn’t fallen yet and the northerly

wind was mild, so it was the perfect afternoon to prop the door open for ventilation and l...

March 13, 2017

“Oh, Domina. You make it hurt so good.”

Kat shoved her sword the rest of the way through the high demon’s chest, leaning her weight onto it until her blade cracked through him and into the sodden earth at his back.

“Why are so many of you bastards masochists?” she asked casually as black blood seeped from his wound, spreading across his white shirt.

He grinned, revealing a row of serrated fangs, his dark eyes bleedin...

November 20, 2016

“Now you need to be patient. Give it at least another six months before you go cliff diving again.”

The release of adrenaline still thrummed through my blood after using cold fire to heal the young Greyclaw. Though only thirteen years old, he already stood nearly my height at six and a half feet tall.

The boy’s mother sat silently behind him as he stretched out the injured wing. My cold fire had sealed up the deep g...

November 20, 2016

Princess Morga held her arms straight out at her sides, the silken folds of her white gossamer gown billowing in the night breeze. Seven torches encircled the sacred pool, representing the seven bright stars shining over the human kingdoms of the West.

Her two most loyal handmaidens stood on either side of her. They pushed up the sleeves of her gown and massaged the perfume-scented oil down her arms to her hands an...

September 28, 2016

Her pulse pounded hard, reverberating in my ears from across the clearing. Her fear was a pungent bitterness on the wind, so sharp, the tang on my tongue forced me to swallow hard. Her head swiveled in my direction. She knew I was there. She knew she was being hunted. But no matter how hard she peered through the trees, she find the predator, my dragon senses more acute and more refined than hers.

My arrow notched,...

August 22, 2016

An exclusive look at an important secondary character from the Vale of Stars series.

She looked delicious. Black corset squeezing too tight, plump red lips sucking down her pink drink, long lashes framing sweet brown eyes, and a tumble of blonde hair falling over one shoulder and breast. Yeah. If she darted out her tongue one more time to retrieve her cocktail straw, I’d give her something more exciting to do with...

June 16, 2016

Here's an exclusive short from a secondary character in VALE OF STARS. 


A sweet sound. The iron door closed behind me and muffled the mayhem and filth who paid good money to watch men bleed. Just another night in the fighting pits for the drakoros. 

Blood-spattered and spent, I marched down stone stairs into the washing chamber beneath the fight floor. I’d done my duty, as always. And my slavemaster would...

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