Bringing my dreams to life

All three of these books were the result of dreams. I awoke knowing I had to tell their stories. A Life Half-Lived and By Any Other Name were Editor's Picks.

In His Dreams

When Dreamcatcher, Serena, is summoned to assist a traumatized warrior with his nightmares, she soon discovers that the depth of his despair can transcend the ethereal barriers that divide their worlds. The impossible becomes possible, but his pain, so real, so raw, threatens to bring her world crashing down around her.

Fin Wyght’s nightmares are transformed into beautiful dreams with the sudden appearance of the lovely Serena, but, are they merely dreams, or a wicked temptation sent to drive him insane with jealousy?

 

In His Dreams excerpt

 

“Oh.” He lowered his eyes and scuffed the dirt with the tip of his boot. “Then this really is … only a dream?”

“It is.”

He raised his chin. Dark, predatory eyes stared at her from under his thick eyebrows, sending a ripple down her spine and a rush of blood to her cheeks. Worse still, her body reacted in a way she couldn’t quite comprehend. Her womb clenched, and liquid heat pooled between her thighs as he closed the gap between them, his gaze fixed on her lips.

“You told me that you would come, if I wished it so. If I needed you. And here you are.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but his lips stole the words before they could escape, robbing her of her breath, her sanity. Instinct warned her to back away, to shimmer home to her sanctuary, but his words rang in her ears. He’d wished for her. Needed her.

His body crushed against hers as his tongue tangled with her own. She could taste the mead on his breath as his left arm circled her waist, the right around her shoulders to hold her tighter. His arousal pressed against her belly. Heat radiated from his body, scorching her skin through the thin material of her robes. She knew what they were doing was wrong, but she couldn’t bring herself to make him stop. If her kiss could bring him some comfort, who was she to deny him? How could she deny herself? He’d ignited something she didn’t understand. Something carnal and oh, so pleasurable.

 

 

 

A Life Half-Lived

For centuries, Nathaniel Ludthorp lay in the cold, damp earth waiting for the opportunity to exact revenge upon his greedy family. He’d given them comfort, riches beyond their wildest dreams and they’d repaid him with treachery. But, until his body is fully regenerated, he’s forced to watch from the shadows as his descendant plans another murder.

Phoebe Bastow had resigned herself to endure a loveless marriage until her husband has the audacity to bring his mistress to their home. When he refuses to grant her a divorce, she feels completely alone, unable to trust anyone and when a series of accidents occur, she begins to wonder if she’ll be next.

 

A Life Half-Lived Excerpt

 

“I’ve dreamt of you,” she whimpered as he suckled at her breast. “I imagined this moment. The taste of your kiss. Your skin pressed against mine.”

“Tell me more.” His warm breath tickled her skin as his lips brushed her neck, her chin, her lips. Her nipples beaded as cold air assaulted them and she longed to feel his mouth there once more.

The illusion appeared so real, so desirable. No scar could ever diminish his attractiveness. If anything, it added to his rugged appeal. Only someone who’d suffered such an ordeal could understand her pain. Praise the lord for gifting her with such an imaginative mind. She’d spent many a lonely night dreaming of laying in Nathaniel Ludthorp’s arms and now, her imagination had taken the fantasy to a higher level. They seemed perfectly matched. Two scarred and lonely souls, taking comfort in each other.

 If it had been the brandy that lowered her inhibitions and released her inner fantasies, she’d make it a habit to partake on a nightly basis. Oh, how she could become accustomed to the taste of those soft, plump lips. His dark, soulful eyes.

“Make love to me,” she breathed against his mouth, emphasizing her request with a kiss. “Do it, now, before I come to my senses and you disappear.”

He paused for a moment, raising a thick, dark eyebrow, then grinned. “I have no intention of going anywhere, my dear. And, as for your request…”

By Any Other Name

Virginia Rose has searched for decades for the vampire who stole her life and ended her acting career. Now, with revenge firmly in her grasp, a pesky crime reporter threatens to reveal her secret to the world.

Chris Stark fought hard for the opportunity to prove himself as an investigative journalist, but the story of a lifetime could cost him more than he’s willing to pay.

 

By Any Other Name Excerpt

 

She sat bolt upright in her chair, her shoulders squared as she leaned forward. Her pupils so large, he could hardly see the violet of her eyes. “I’d better not read anything pertaining to me or my family. Is that perfectly clear?”

Until now, his interest in her had only been a physical attraction. Her not-so-subtle threat suddenly piqued his interest. What secret was she hiding?

“You realize that telling a reporter to back off is like holding a red flag to a bull.”

When she rose to her feet, he mirrored her movements. They stood silently, her expression as serious as the grave while she stared up into his eyes. The flickering light of the candle cast strange shadows on her face. For a second, he thought he saw her eyes flash liquid gold.

“Bull testicles are a delicacy, rich in vitamins and protein. A careless bull may find himself castrated.”

Chris swallowed the lump in his throat. Ginny’s warning had a dual effect on his balls, drawing his attention back to her luscious mouth. Tempting as it was to offer her a taste, he recognized the gleam of menace in her eyes. Unfortunately, he pushed the envelope.

 “Is that a threat?” He’d barely finished the question when he felt the pressure on his scrotum as she cupped his balls in the palm of her hand. At first, he thought he might get lucky, but pleasure soon turned to pain as the tension increased. Fingernails dug into his flesh, and he dropped back, his butt landing on the edge of the table, drawing him eye level with his attacker. Her lips brushed his cheek as she whispered into his ear.

“No, that’s a promise.”