Well, I went and did it. The Silverstar Mates series, featuring age 50+ heroines & heroes, has all new covers. And boy are they HOT!
ABOVE THE STORM
A widower king bucks his peoples' mating tradition
and turns to the Silverstar Agency to find love.
I get a kick out of accidently ending up with a (royal) purple cover for this one.
A widower king bucks his peoples' mating tradition
and turns to the Silverstar Agency to find love.
I get a kick out of accidently ending up with a (royal) purple cover for this one.
WING AND A PRAYER
She warned him not to mess with her BFF's happiness, but he didn't listen. Now her plan to get even has spectacularly backfired. Ain't karma a bitch?
Anyone who’s read this book knows Rol, and can’t argue that the stubborn old hawk just had to have crossed arms on the cover. LOL!
She warned him not to mess with her BFF's happiness, but he didn't listen. Now her plan to get even has spectacularly backfired. Ain't karma a bitch?
Anyone who’s read this book knows Rol, and can’t argue that the stubborn old hawk just had to have crossed arms on the cover. LOL!
TRIAL BY FIRE
A Silverstar agent who loves her job, and the off-worlder determined to shut down the agency she works for. Who will blink first?
Really, this model captured a pivotal moment in Kai’s life, one which he handles with all the drama of a phoenix. Don’t you think?
A Silverstar agent who loves her job, and the off-worlder determined to shut down the agency she works for. Who will blink first?
Really, this model captured a pivotal moment in Kai’s life, one which he handles with all the drama of a phoenix. Don’t you think?
But wait…what the actual cow? There’s more!
Not only does the Silverstar Mates series have a new look, but it also has a new book! Coming September 2022, you all will find out Sovah & Ava’s story in…
Not only does the Silverstar Mates series have a new look, but it also has a new book! Coming September 2022, you all will find out Sovah & Ava’s story in…
FLY WITH ME
What happens when an U.F.O. skeptic is abducted by aliens, hair rollers and all!
Chronologically, this story takes place fifteen years before the other three books, but can be read first, or last. Either way, it’s a fun story. In fact, I may have had a little too much fun writing it!
And yes, there is a cow.
What happens when an U.F.O. skeptic is abducted by aliens, hair rollers and all!
Chronologically, this story takes place fifteen years before the other three books, but can be read first, or last. Either way, it’s a fun story. In fact, I may have had a little too much fun writing it!
And yes, there is a cow.
Covers by: The Book Brander
Cow photo: Taken by yours truly when I found "May Belle" herself standing along a roadside waiting to say hello to me, last week. I was utterly surprised to cross paths with her! (It's okay. You know you want to laugh. Go ahead.)
Cow photo: Taken by yours truly when I found "May Belle" herself standing along a roadside waiting to say hello to me, last week. I was utterly surprised to cross paths with her! (It's okay. You know you want to laugh. Go ahead.)
EXCERPT FROM
FLY WITH ME
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FLY WITH ME
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Sovah strode through the corridor on the cargo level of the greys vessel, the two sentinels in his wake. His wings brushed and bumped against the bulkhead of the gleaming white passageway with every step. Clearly, the greys’ engineers had not taken into account the larger wingspans of Raptorclaw Bezchians when designing their crafts. Thank the mercies that he did not suffer from claustrophobia.
On the positive, as far as pirates went, they were obsessively fastidious about their vessels. Even their cargo holds were immaculate, as if they cared about their acquisitions. In almost any other situation, it would be considered admirable.
But there was nothing admirable about piracy in any form.
A soft huff escaped through his nose. The real issue that he was trying to distract himself from was the ever-present sense of unease in his belly. It had not lessened upon leaving the greys’ bridge. In fact, it seemed to be intensifying, like a looming storm. Not that there was anything he could do about it unless or until that storm broke.
This is probably the last gray vessel I will apprehend.
Or the last vessel ever. Funny how it seemed like a mere half a sun migration ago he had accepted command of Axiom. Now, he was on his final patrol to the edge of Alliance space. How had time gone by so quickly?
The soft pat-pat of hurried footfalls ahead reached his ears, coming from around the corner of the intersection to the passageway they now approached. He stopped just before the turn and raised one hand to the two sentinels at his back. Whoever it was, they were coming in his direction, a distressed gasping to their breathing.
He braced himself, ready to grab the being when it emerged. Closer…closer….
A wingless, humanoid figure hurdled around the corner and slammed into his chest. A yelp of surprise escaped it…no, her. A female. Fire filled his veins where blood should have been, consuming him with heat as he closed his arms around her smaller stature. The scent of the summer air currents over the ocean surrounded him, and a sigh of contentment seemed to flow not only from his mouth, but from every pore of his body.
I have waited all my life for her.
Where in the name of the immortals had this sense of euphoria come from? He gazed down at the wild mess of straight, silky-soft, chin-length silver hair as she tipped her head back and her sky-blue eyes met his.
And he was hers.
On the positive, as far as pirates went, they were obsessively fastidious about their vessels. Even their cargo holds were immaculate, as if they cared about their acquisitions. In almost any other situation, it would be considered admirable.
But there was nothing admirable about piracy in any form.
A soft huff escaped through his nose. The real issue that he was trying to distract himself from was the ever-present sense of unease in his belly. It had not lessened upon leaving the greys’ bridge. In fact, it seemed to be intensifying, like a looming storm. Not that there was anything he could do about it unless or until that storm broke.
This is probably the last gray vessel I will apprehend.
Or the last vessel ever. Funny how it seemed like a mere half a sun migration ago he had accepted command of Axiom. Now, he was on his final patrol to the edge of Alliance space. How had time gone by so quickly?
The soft pat-pat of hurried footfalls ahead reached his ears, coming from around the corner of the intersection to the passageway they now approached. He stopped just before the turn and raised one hand to the two sentinels at his back. Whoever it was, they were coming in his direction, a distressed gasping to their breathing.
He braced himself, ready to grab the being when it emerged. Closer…closer….
A wingless, humanoid figure hurdled around the corner and slammed into his chest. A yelp of surprise escaped it…no, her. A female. Fire filled his veins where blood should have been, consuming him with heat as he closed his arms around her smaller stature. The scent of the summer air currents over the ocean surrounded him, and a sigh of contentment seemed to flow not only from his mouth, but from every pore of his body.
I have waited all my life for her.
Where in the name of the immortals had this sense of euphoria come from? He gazed down at the wild mess of straight, silky-soft, chin-length silver hair as she tipped her head back and her sky-blue eyes met his.
And he was hers.
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