My readers have been asking about the next generation stories that go with my three paranormal series, The Siberian Volkov Pack Romances, The Witch Guardian Fantasy Romances and The Shadow Walker Romances. These stories would highlight the children of the various couples you met before, all grown up.
I’m so excited to announce that the first in my new series, The Volkov Family Chronicles is here! Where else would I start, but with the stories of the children of Siberian Lycan, Dmitry Volkov, and his mate, Violet, from Alpha’s Mate.
Some of the themes really hit home for me. It’s now twenty-six years after Alpha’s Mate and the world has changed considerably for our characters. The world is a smaller place. The same could be said about the world changing for you and me.
Do you remember when the first cell phones came out? They were huge and so expensive only the rich or government officials had one. Now everyone has one and most of the time they are within reach.
Not to mention other forms of technology, drones, AI, social media, cameras, and computers. Everything seems to be caught on camera these days. Making it hard to hide anything from anybody. So if you were a supernatural being, how would you stay hidden from the masses?
This is the world my characters will find themselves. All of my characters from all three of my series. We will journey with them as they find their way. I hope you will be excited to join me.
Book One of the Volkov Family Chronicles
Katya Volkov is all grown-up and working in New York City. She has the unfortunate title of “Ice Princess” because she can’t get past friendship with a man. The only one she ever loved, Illarion Lebedev, left Siberia when she was sixteen and she hasn’t seen him since. Unwilling to return to Russia and a life in a pack where women are expected to mate and have babies, preferably girls. She has worked hard for the last four years at Sunrise Advertising. Now a vice-president, she’s finally accomplished a level of success. But what does success really mean when you’re all alone at the top?
Illarion Lebedev has secretly watched over Katya since she was in college. He’s proud of her accomplishments. Now that his plans are coming together and he’s the new CEO of Sunrise Advertising, he’s ready to finally claim his mate. But wooing the “Ice Princess” will take more than his good looks and social position. It will take a love strong enough to thaw her wounded heart.
Following a wounded animal to its lair has never been a safe thing to do. But Violet Anderson, Wildlife photographer, is thinking of doing just that, when she meets Siberian Werewolf Dmitry Volkov in Moscow. Can she handle being the beauty to his beast? Also includes non-fiction articles, “Why Siberia” and “Love at First Sight, Believe in the Possibility”
Garrett Amhurst, a member of the Witch Guardian Police Force, investigates a claim of blood magic and is surprised to find his “Destined One”. Her sister is guilty of the illegal practice and it’s Garrett’s job to bring her to justice.
Gabriella Ross, Water Witch, would do anything to save her sister, including stepping in front of a bullet.
Raven Darkwood, Shadow Walker, leader, and shaman of the Nuni Nagi Tribe, as well as CEO of Isanti Inc., the conglomerate his tribe owns and manages, is also a spy for the government. His mentor Isanti Quiet Thunder has prophesied the perfect mate for him. But how can he find her when he doesn’t have time to date? And how can he bring an innocent into his crazy violent world?
Cara Hamilton wants nothing more than to be with Raven Darkwood. But she soon finds out Raven lives and works in a dangerous world and that is before she learns he can walk into a different dimension. Can she conquer her fear and put her trust in Raven and his tribe?
My First Reiki Book is part of the Pyschic Kids Series, a book for empathic and intuitive children.
Lanis learns about the energy healing technique called “Reiki” and how it can help her feel better when she is stressed.
July is known for celebrations and fireworks. In America, we celebrate Independence Day on the 4th of July. After the fireworks fizzle out, the real celebration starts! My new book, Heaven-sent Warrior,will be released with great fanfare on Wednesday July 18th. This full-length paranormal romance, set in North Carolina, deviates from my normal Scottish characters and shape-shifting dragons. Intrigued? Here is a taste:
Raleigh, North Carolina
Henrí Chevalier materialized in human form, stretched his naked limbs, and groaned. Bones, long unused, slid into place. He arched his back, raising both arms toward the night sky. Aching in a dozen places, he inhaled and savored crisp fresh air.
I am free.
Lowering his arms, he flexed all ten fingers, and shook the numbness away. His last memory was of a cold, damp wall at his back. No longer imprisoned, he relished his newfound freedom. Rubbing phantom pain at each wrist, Henrí soon relaxed, while he slid his fingers over one cheek. As he brushed the light stubble, the tips tingled. Moving his hand lower, he paused on the pulse pounding beneath the skin of his neck.
Life beats here. I am alive again.
A clean, grassy scent lingered on the night breeze. The sweetness made his lips twitch into a slight smile. Such normalcy, he thought, even as he turned in a circle with slow determination to get his bearings. Sleep-filled eyes adjusted to the inky night’s low light. Odd forms hovered near, and he fought the urge to crouch low, into a warrior’s stance.
I shall stand my ground this night.
Odd sensations cautioned him to move slowly. Rounded pebbles pressed into the soles of his bare feet until he tripped over something low and hard. His hand shot out into blackness, slamming against something smooth and icy.
“Mon Dieu!” Did God care that he was cold and achy, standing alone in a strange place? As if in answer, clouds moved aside, and the moon’s radiance spilled over a trio of statues. Familiarity made his eyebrows quiver. He brushed loose hair off his face and stared at the hard, cold bronze beneath his palm. His breath caught in his throat, remembering the pain, sorrow, and loneliness. Without love, there was no life. One-sided love did not count. This was not the time to feel sorry for himself.
Getting a concussion may have knocked me down and made me push back my release dates, but it didn’t put me out of the game. So if you’ve been wanting to come and meet me and have me sign your books, this is where I’m going to be!
Just in time for Christmas! Coming December 26, 2017 Pre-Order your copy now.
Book Four of the Witch Guardian Fantasy Romance Series
Brenna Ross is trapped in her own mind. Possessed by the Marwolaeth, that is slowly killing her, it uses her to murder those she loves. As hard as she struggles to regain control of her body, she can’t break free. Still, she will fight, desperately trying to tell her sister she’s sorry.
Marcus Ondine knew the moment the little witch and her older sister walked into his pub, The Blue Dolphin, that she was “the one” – what the magical folk call his “Destined One”. Now he’s returned to Earth to find her possessed by the Marwolaeth. Only by taking her to his home world of Aquarias can he save her from death, but what will happen when she wakes and finds herself in an underwater world? AmazonAmazon-UKiTunesKoboBarnes and NobleSmashwords
Today is the last day of summer and tomorrow the first day of autumn. I love this time of year with its cooler temperatures. Recently, I spent a few days in Annapolis, MD. I enjoy hanging out in the historic section of town and taking in the sights. Kimberly and Robert from my paranormal romance, Sea Panther, visited Annapolis during their December cruise along the coast headed for Florida and Robert’s Florida panther refuge in the Everglades.
They traveled on a 90-foot sailing yacht named Sea Panther (also Robert’s nickname) and harbored in Annapolis while Robert was to meet with a boat builder to discuss the renovation of the yacht. Much, much more happened.
While there, Kimberly shopped along the cobblestone streets and visited a shop with mostly wool merchandise based on an actual store on West street.
An Excerpt from Sea Panther:
After dinner, the boys headed farther into town to hit the bars. Not inclined to join them in the carousing, Kimberly strolled the main drag where stores were open late for holiday shopping.
Glitzy seasonal decorations sparkled everywhere. The sight of animated Santa’s elves plying their trade on high tech electronic toys behind the plate-glass storefront of a hardware shop made her chuckle.
Kimberly suppressed the urge to enter a brightly lit jewelry store. She couldn’t afford to feed her fetish. But on approaching one of the trendy boutiques, the wintry window display drew her in. It was love-at-first-sight with the wool merchandise. While admiring a red cashmere sweater dress, her cell phone rang. Darn. She’d lost track of time.
Sarah’s number lit the screen. Her sister’s phone batteries must be good for a change.
“Hey,” she whispered into the phone not wanting to disturb the other shoppers.
“Are you okay? I went to pick up your car. One of my guy friends went with me. Thank God. ’Cause someone broke into the car. And the cops—”
“Slow down. What happened?” Kimberly’s pulse raced.
“I’m trying to tell you. Someone shot out the light on the lamppost over your car at the marina and smashed the passenger side window.”
“You’re kidding. Right?”
“I wouldn’t kid about a thing like this.”
Shit. Shit. Shit. Why would someone break into her car? She’d only left clothes in it.
“Kim? What where they looking for?”
“No idea. Tell me the whole story.”
“The police searched the car. Lifted some prints. They’re checking to see if any match the ones found in your room at the B&B. I told them about the hit man. They questioned Mr. Romano. Of course, he denies involvement.”
“Oh, Sarah, you didn’t. He’ll never forgive me.”
“What does it matter? He’s not your client anymore.”
Kimberly looked heavenward. Her sister didn’t get it. Sarah didn’t understand the importance of maintaining professional contacts.
“What else did the cops say?”
“They’ll let me know if they learn anything from the prints.”
“Was my car damaged?” The darn thing would probably cost a fortune to fix.
“Only the window and I had it repaired. And hey, all my friends think I look really cool driving around in a shiny black Beemer.”
“Be careful. That car is the only valuable possession I have left.”
“Yeah, it’s a good thing you paid it off before Jerky Jason came into your life.”
“I don’t want to go there,” Kimberly murmured, tired of Sarah’s constant reminders of how rotten her ex had been.
“Gotta hang up. Boss is calling for me. Be careful. Love you.”
“Love you too.” Kimberly pressed the End button and returned the cell phone to her purse. She glanced through the large plate-glass window into the street at the holiday shoppers strolling by. Unease tightened the muscles across her chest.
Just how much danger was she in? Was someone trying to scare her or was someone out to hurt her?
Needing a distraction from the mounting fear, she wandered to the next clothing rack and fingered the soft weave of a mohair cape. The tactile sensation soothed. Suddenly the hairs on her arms rose. Someone stood behind her. Heart pounding too fast, she spun to meet the captain’s intense gaze.
“Ach, lass, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He stepped closer.
Kimberly released the breath she held and willed her pulse to slow to a normal pace. “It’s okay. I’m not usually the nervous type. You must have caught me during a rare moment.” She didn’t want him to think she jumped every time a man came near.
The captain fondled the forest green cape she’d been admiring, and a delicious chill shivered along her spine. For a man with large hands, he had a gentle touch. What would those long fingers feel like caressing her skin? The thought of him massaging her breasts the way he did the wool caused a shot of lust to rush through her system.
Chills and fever. What a potent mix.
“This garment would look beautiful on you,” he said.
“Thank you.” She lowered her head to hide a flushed face. “I’m afraid I can’t afford it.”
“Will you tell me why a woman with a quick mind like yours is out of work and homeless?”
His question was blunt and to the point—a splash of cold water to raging hormones. How she’d landed in the current situation was the last thing she wanted to explain. She raised a wary gaze to meet his. “Captain MacLachlan, I—”
“Never mind.” He waved an arm as if to erase his words. “I did not mean to put such deep sadness into your eyes.”
“Excuse me. We’re closing,” one of the shop’s employees interrupted. Her gaze lingered on Robert as if to say, you’re welcome to stay.
“We are leaving,” he said to the woman then smiled at Kimberly. “Come. Walk with me.”
She followed him out onto the sidewalk. Cars slowly drove by on the one-way street. If a hit man was after her, in truth, he could be anywhere. She tamped down on her nerves, feeling foolish, refusing to believe someone wanted to harm her. It didn’t make sense. Her ex-clients were respectable businessmen. The burglaries had to be a bizarre coincidence. After all, she’d left the car in a nearly deserted marina. No wonder someone broke into it.