Hot? Check. Romantic? Double Check. Alive? Well…
Balancing school, work and two boyfriends is draining enough, but Layla is drowning in her witchcraft duties—literally. Monsters that she has to stop are flocking to her city and she thinks she knows why. But her impetuous incubus and winsome werewolf don’t believe her wild theory.
Spring break gives Layla time away from anatomy tests, but sends her to the public library in her quest to uncover the truth about the illusive Mr. White. She doesn’t know where to start until a mysterious stranger drops a book at her feet. Curious about the attractive man with a punk edge, Layla tries to chase after him, only for her hand to go straight through his shoulder.
Daniel Lu is not the drop-dead gorgeous librarian helping wayward students. He actually dropped dead five years before Layla was born. This wayward ghost forced to haunt the library needs her help to find his killer. Hunting down that man that shot Daniel thirty years ago leads Layla on a wild chase through the city and into the sights of a creature that could kill her with a snap of its claws.
She’s willing to risk it all to help the charming and well-read Daniel even while Ink laughs at her caring about a ghost. What kind of fool would fall for someone who’s little more than a whisper in the dark?
Arriving October 2021
Tangled in Tinsel
Dear Santa, please leave a red-headed lumberjack under the tree. I’ve been a very good boy.
Dean Hancock does not have time for the gorgeous, red-haired, cowboy lumberjack that nearly shattered his windshield with a Christmas tree. He’s on the hunt for a long-lost cradle carved by the artistic genius Gustav Gilt. After being lost for a hundred years, the antique appears five days before Christmas in the tiny town of Tinsel.
God has a wicked sense of humor.
On the verge of an academic and financial breakthrough, he doesn’t have time to ‘get friendly’ with the local cowboy Levi Bruce. If he hasn’t authenticated the manger in the middle of the town square before Christmas Eve, he’ll lose his antique shop and any dreams he had to find a real Gilt. But it won’t stop Dean fantasizing about his lumberjack riding in on a white horse and lassoing him just right.
Levi Bruce spends his days waking before dawn, tending his tree farm, going to bed after dark, and starting the cycle all over again. It’s a long, lonely life, but with his dog Harry at his side, he thought it was enough. Then that handsome, charming man from the city had to stroll in and upend everything. The wolves are at the door, a big company threatening to take his family farm out from under him. The last thing Levi needs is distracting dreams of kissing the delectable man under the mistletoe.
Will these two fools open their hearts by the fire of the farmhouse’s hearth? Or will the promise of millions, a family secret, and an eccentric artist’s masterpiece rip them apart forever?
Tangled in Tinsel was created in part thanks to my wonderful readers who voted on what they wanted to see in a Christmas romance. This gay, Hallmark-influenced romance is a heart-warming, hilarious, steamy mug of Christmas cocoa.
Third book in the Happily Ever Austen Series.
All her life, Madeline Prix’s loved Everett Berry, but she’d be a fool to think he’ll ever see her. She’s just some big southern girl with frizzy red hair. No way would the sunshine and perfect Ev look twice at her. While in the middle of a kitten rescue, she’s shocked when Everett appears in New York city hundreds of miles from their hometown. Madeline thinks all her dreams are about to come true when Ev asks her on a date, but her self esteem crumbles as his ex enters the no-longer rosy picture.
Madeline must choose between the man she’s loved all her life who keeps breaking her heart and a man who’s maybe not as nice as he pretends. Good thing she has her adorable cats and best friend to help her out, because her heart may not be able to survive.
Inspired by Mansfield Park, Sweet Madeline is a book about the pain of settling versus the fear of being alone.
Vampire do not belong at sunny beaches at the height of summer, or so believes Jareth Hale. So he’s rather grouchy about being exiled to a tropical island with white sands, turquoise beaches, and necks slathered in sunscreen. It’s enough to drive a vampire batty.
He intends to defy Casimir and take back his castle, when Jareth spies a man more beautiful than any mortal possible. Laiken is sweet, blond, tan, kind, and probably a vampire hunter. Could his undeath be easy just once?
Laiken is hiding a secret, but will Jareth discover it because the sun or sunscreen gets him first?