After fleeing her native city — and nightmares of a traumatic childhood — Sage Peterson meets the overbearing, pretentious, yet haunted Professor Elias. He’s the only one who knows about her mysterious powers, which seem to be spiraling out of control. When he convinces her to train with him, she finds herself thrust into a five hundred year war and on the run from vampires, werewolves, and even worse — her budding feelings for James Elias. |
Erin Bolton knows her former foster sister is a sorceress and a witch, but she wants
nothing to do with that world. The day
before her twenty first birthday, a tall, dark, and terrifying vampire, Marcelo, turns Erin's
world upside down. He convinces her
that he was sent to escort her to the safety of the Underworld, where her sister is waiting.
But she wonders, who will keep her
safe from him?
They call her The Huntress. A vampire with lethal focus, Natalia hunts rogue werewolves and
kills them without mercy. She buried
her heart centuries ago. Now she lives only for revenge. But when she’s forced to team up with the
alpha of the northwest werewolf pack
to catch a werewolf serial killer, her carefully controlled world is shattered by the
passionate Cristian. Will Natalia
accept Cristian’s claim on her heart even if it means sacrificing a part of who she is?
I began my writing journey while I was stranded at the
airport waiting for my delayed flight. I browsed the Border’s kiosk and grew
frustrated that I couldn’t find the “it factor” — the perfect combination of
alpha male-ness, ass-kickery, strong females, magic, and sex. So I spent the
next four hours on an airplane
writing my first book on scraps of paper and an airsick bag (which
thankfully I didn't need to use).
Now I spend too much time in my head, plotting evil villains
and the hot men (and women) who ruthlessly kill them. I think far too much
about fae politics, dragon power games, and how fast werewolves can change
forms. But writing my paranormal romance
series has given me a productive place to express those dark places in
my mind.
I live in New England with my husband and two kids. Though I
will go to my grave denying it, my husband insists I would be thrilled if he
suddenly sprouted fangs.
No comments:
Post a Comment