Sixteen-year-old Lola is a daredevil. She likes playing hooky, making out with bad boy Everett James, and stealing cars. The reason behind all of her rebellious antics? Because she can. But what can one girl do against a horde of murderous vampires? Aided by her sometimes sober father, her best friend Travis, and Maximus, the mysterious stranger who appeared out of no where to save her life, Lola must accomplish what the rest of the human race has failed to do in the aftermath of the world wide massacre: survive. But how do you survive when everything you know has been destroyed… and the one person you thought you could trust ends up being the most dangerous person of all

Sixteen-year-old Lola is a daredevil. She likes playing hooky, making out with bad boy Everett James, and stealing cars. The reason behind all of her rebellious antics? * Because she can. * But what can one girl do against a horde of murderous vampires? Aided by her sometimes sober father, her best friend Travis, and Maximus, the mysterious stranger who appeared out of no where to save her life, Lola must accomplish what the rest of the human race has failed to do in the aftermath of the world wide massacre: survive. But how do you survive when everything you know has been destroyed... and the one person you thought you could trust ends up being the most dangerous person of all? Please Note: 'A Night Without Stars' was previously published as a novella entitled 'Pitch' in 2012. It is now a full length novel. All reviews prior to 01/21/14 are for 'Pitch'.*

For sixteen-year-old Winnie Coleman, dying is the least of her worries. Between coming to terms with her mother’s unexpected death, trying to think up new and inventive ways to break up her father and Girlfriend #3, and keeping her brother from chewing off his fingers, she has her hands full. Courtesy of a thin patch of ice and failed swimming lessons, all of that changes in the blink of an eye. In death Winnie will find the answers that eluded her in life, and a whole slew of other questions she never thought to ask. Like why is she stuck with Sam for a guide? Sure, he’s funny and cute in a geeky sort of way, but he wears sweater vests… and loafers. For a girl who has tattoos on her face and glue in her hair, it’s not exactly the best matchup. But when Sam is taken and his very existence threatened, Winnie must make the ultimate choice between cowardice and courage. Betrayal and loyalty. Family... and love.

Lady Emma Sterling has always been the perfect lady. Which is why no is more shocked than Lady Emma herself when she accidentally indulges in a bit too much elderberry wine and wakes up the next morning in bed with none other than Lord William Prescott, England’s most notorious rake!Humiliated and ashamed, Emma would like to pretend the whole thing never happened. Unfortunately, Will isn’t about to let her go that easily. Enchanted by her deep blushes and scandalized glances he’s as determined to pursue Emma as she is to avoid him. When they are trapped together during a winter storm Emma is left with no choice but to finally confront her conflicted feelings for the handsome rogue who has been slowly stealing her heart. But will their Christmas affair end in love… or disaster?  A Rake in Winter is a holiday novella of approximately 30k words.

Can a realist fall in love with a dreamer? Josephine never wanted to marry Traverson. In love with a Duke, she had dreams of grandeur… until a lowly Earl stole them away from her. Unable to forgive Traverson for what he took, she has exacted her revenge in the most unforgivable of ways. Traverson fell in love with the bright eyed, fair haired country girl the moment he first saw her. Entranced before he even learned her name, he used everything in his power to make her his, realizing too late love is something that cannot be bought.Brought together by a mutual acquaintance, Josephine and Traverson must finally face the feelings they have been avoiding. Can Josephine overcome her tawdry past? Or is it too late to love a man who may have finally given up on her?Find out in A Lascivious Lady, the third novella in the Wedded Women Quartet!

 SPECIAL PRE-ORDER PRICE - $1.99 (regular price $3.99) * There are some lines that should never be crossed... ...and some desires that cannot be ignored. * Driven, meticulous, and a bit of a control freak, Imogen Finley is elated when her hard work and dedication culminates in a teaching position at Stonewall, a prestigious liberal arts college on the coast of Maine. Everything in her life is going exactly as she planned it… until she meets Daniel Logan. Charming, mysterious, and wickedly handsome, Daniel is not the kind of man Imogen ever planned on falling for, but after a chance meeting at a bar that’s exactly what she finds herself doing and he quickly becomes the one thing in her life she can’t control. The one thing in her life she doesn’t want to control. But as their passion escalates, so does the dangerous situation they find themselves in. Because Daniel isn’t just the man Imogen's falling in love with… he's also her student. Chapter Six Excerpt * "Let me buy you a drink. Anything you want.” “Surprise me,” I said, surprising myself. “You got it.” Daniel started to turn. Hesitated. “Oh, and Imogen?” “Yes?” “When we sleep together, it won’t be because you think it’s what you’re supposed to do.” If he’d hoped to stun me into speechlessness while simultaneously sending a spark of sheer lust shooting straight down into my loins, he’d succeeded. Completely. “It… it won’t?” “No.” This time his grin was arrogant and, I couldn’t help but think, just a bit wolfish. He braced his palms on the edge of the bar and leaned in so close I felt the warmth of his breath against my lips as he whispered, “When we sleep together it will because you can’t live another moment without feeling me inside of you.” “Oh," was the only syllable my frazzled brain could pull together. With a sly wink Daniel sauntered away, leaving me gawking after him like some sort of lovestruck teenager. If I thought I had found him attractive before… Hissing out a breath I flopped back in my chair and ran a flustered hand through my hair, mindlessly disheveling the curls Whitney had spent an hour creating. Good Lord. Hot as Hades? The man was hot as hell. And, heaven help me, I was looking forward to getting burned. *