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Book news: Ahhhhh! Lindley and Kyla are almost here! Which means the next couple is scratching away to get their time in the ol' Word doc. I hope Dash is ready for his savage chase =P

In the meantime! Here's a snippet from Savage Claim!


“Good, you’re awake.”

Her eyes snapped open at the voice. His voice. Lindley freaking Levine.


He leaned against a dresser on the opposite side of the room, arms folded over his chest. His eyebrows were drawn together, but his bright copper eyes were locked on her.

Kyla’s heart stuttered and her mouth dried under his intense focus. The years had been good to him. He’d been lean and fit the last time she’d seen him, but he’d stepped into his prime. He kept his dark hair clipped short on both his head and cheeks. Wide shoulders tapered into a tight waist. Muscles pulled the fabric of his shirt tight against his skin and popped indecent images of what else the thin material hid from her eyes. Probably stacks and stacks of muscles outlined and indented enough to turn a woman into a tonguetied idiot, if the bruises fading on his face were to be the judge.

Trophies from his latest victim, perhaps?

She struggled to find words as her lioness surged forward with a strength she hadn’t felt in years. Her gums ached and his fingers tingled with the urge to sink claws and fangs into the man.

Kyla swallowed hard as she kicked the beast to the back of her head. Hurt replaced the animal’s sudden wash of emotion. Ten years had passed since she’d last laid eyes on him. Ten years of struggle, strife, fighting, and learning to keep the hell out of the way with her eyes down and ears open. He’d left them all behind after one horrific act.

And Sage wanted her to find him? The order still sounded insane. As insane as waking in a bed with the murderer himself staring at her.

“You mind telling me what the fuck you’re doing here?”

She frowned at the unwelcoming tone. “Where’s here?” She moved to press her hand to her aching head. Her eyes shot wide. Those soft sheets moved far too smoothly against her skin. “Why am I naked?” she whisper-screamed.

“I didn’t undress you, if that’s what you’re thinking—”

“Well, now I am,” she breathed.

He let off a disgruntled growl. “You shifted when you passed out.”

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Claimed in Forbidden: A Wolf Shifter Romance (Alphas & Alchemy: Fierce Mates Book 1)

I don’t date—especially when it comes to humans. She rolls in like a bulldozer, smashing all my rules to bits. She’s human, and she’s my mate.

She’s got scrapbooks. She’s got dreams. She’s got an obnoxious tendency to micromanage everything I do. It’s her bed and breakfast and her renovation project, but I don’t take orders.

I can’t stop watching her. The wolf in me wants to play, to mark her, to claim her as mine.

And when a creepy-ass monster threatens my human woman? I’ll protect her and keep her safe, even if she runs when she sees the real me.

I’ll make her my mate, if only I can convince her that I’m anything but a monster.


Sister of Embers & Echoes (Rogue Ethereal Book 4)

Demons, murder, and a trip straight to Hell...
I thought I'd get a little time off before the veritable poop hit the fan, but fate -- or rather the Fates -- have other ideas. The witch who tried to have my sister possessed has escaped, and not only do I find him dead, but I don't have a clue who he was working with. Or working for...

Now I have a Council Member in human jail, a ragtag bunch of stuffy law-abiders to lead, and a solid inkling that the next person on the chopping block is me.

All of that would be bad enough, but I've got bigger problems. Maria isn't quite right after a demon almost stole her body, and I have a hunch it's going to require a trip to Hell to get it fixed.

Time to sharpen my athames. Vacation time is over.


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