First, exciting news...a couple of weeks ago I had my cover reveal for my next book!
My first paranormal romance novella--Made for Her--will be released on September 19, 2017 as part of the Magic, New Mexico series.
This story came to me in a dream about a snake shape-shifter, a vampire, and a barista. (Nope. Not kidding.) The running joke with my friends is: A snake shape-shifter, a vampire, and a barista walk into a bar....
No punchlines yet, so if you have one please post it in the comments.
Also in the works: Touch the Stars. This is book one of my next SFR series after the Prophecy series, and I'm bouncing in my chair over it. Warrior Baatar of Undet and Kaitlyn Faulks of Earth have captured my writer's heart. This story will be released October 17th as part of the Other Worlds boxed book set. (Preorder available now!) Here's a little more about Touch the Stars.
Warrior Baatar has one job--locate and bring the next heir of the empire to the imperial planet Ghara to begin her training. How much trouble can one little Earthling female be?
Touch the Stars will be featured in the October Showcase, so you all come back next month.
In the meantime, here's my shiny new cover and an excerpt from Made for Her.
Donnie McAllister’s dream job turns into a nightmare when she discovers her boss isn’t as human as he seems. Racing against time to return a legendary dagger to the land of the Fae, she must rely on a dangerously sexy vampire to navigate a world she never knew existed. Because if she doesn’t deliver, it’ll cost Donnie her life and leave the ancient weapon of untold power in the hands of her corrupt, venomous boss.
Four hundred years ago one man destroyed everyone vampire Mikhail Cherneski held dear. Now his nemesis is after Donnie, the human woman whose blood calls to Mikhail like no other. For she means more to him than a simple snack to satisfy his despicable eternal thirst. When Mikhail comes face-to-face with his enemy, he must risk his immortal life or watch Donnie suffer the same fate as his family.
Another bewitching story from Magic, New Mexico.
“All right.” Donnie leaned forward. “Do you still want to drink my blood?”
She slapped her hand over her mouth. Of all the stupid things to ask. Everything had gone still. The air seemed charged with the energy of an approaching storm. Even the crickets had stopped chirping. And Mikhail, he sat stiff and straight in his chair staring at her.
She moved her hand down as far as her chin. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched. If he wanted, he could be across the table and have his teeth in her neck before she could blink. What had she done?
He moved, slowly. Placed his napkin on the table. “If you will excuse me.” He rose from his seat at a normal speed and walked back into the house, closing the French door behind him.
She exhaled. That was an intense moment. So intense she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding her breath until he was gone. She gazed down at her half-eaten meal.
Way to ruin dinner, Donnie.
A light blinked on then off in the kitchen. Should she go check on him, or leave him alone? The safe bet was to go to her room where he couldn’t follow.
You screwed it up, now fix it.
She could try. No, she would. She owed him an apology, and somehow she’d convince him to come back outside and finish this lovely dinner he’d made for her.
She pushed back from the table. Hopefully he was still in the kitchen. She opened the door and stepped into the cool air-conditioned darkness of the living room. A movement in the kitchen caught her attention. Good. He was still there. She moved toward the kitchen, trailing her fingers along the wall for guidance.
“Mikhail?” There. The shadow hunched over the kitchen sink. If only she’d kept her big mouth shut, they’d still be enjoying their meal. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
He didn’t move or respond.
“Mikhail?” Her fingers bumped against the light switch and she flicked it on. “Are you okay?”
Was he going to ignore her for the rest of the night?
He straightened and turned to face her, an opaque bag of thick, dark-red liquid press to his mouth. Was that blood? A small gasp escaped her and she took a step back. His gaze narrowed but he didn’t stop drinking. She’d done it again. Hurt him. Given the impression that he was somehow deficient in her eyes.
Mikhail drained the last of the blood and tugged the bag off his fangs. A drip of red glistened on his bottom lip and he swiped his tongue over it as he stared at her.
Please, just say something. Anything.
He inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Now do you understand how much I desire to be human again?”
His low-spoken words rumbled through her like distant thunder. Yes. Yes, she did understand.
He opened the cabinet under the sink, and shoved the bag into the trash. Then leaned over the sink and rinsed his mouth.
She lifted her chin. The whole point of coming in here was to apologize and set things right, and that’s what she was going to do.
Mikhail turned back to face her. “Donnie, I—”
“Me first.” She stepped up to him, wrapped her arms around his middle, and leaned her cheek against his chest. “I’m sorry.”