*Originally published in 2016*











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Cassie Slazak has been living a lie for a decade.

As the secret lover of Bianca Durand, the daughter of Massachusetts’ newly elected governor, Cassie wants Bianca to tell the world about their long-term affair. But when Bianca gets engaged to a respected lawyer, who’s admired by both of Bianca’s parents, Cassie’s dreams are crushed. She not only rejected her high school sweetheart, and her small-town life she adored, but her Catholic faith for a woman who has controlled her for too long.

When Cassie’s grandmother has fallen gravely ill, she returns to Delpoint, Pennsylvania to pay her last respects to the woman who raised her. Not only will she confront her past, but Freddie Koeman, the woman Cassie once betrayed for a possible future with Bianca. To her surprise, Freddie has forgiven Cassie, but Cassie’s guilt keeps Freddie at a distance.

Bianca refuses to let Cassie leave her, using threats and emotional blackmail to keep Cassie under her thumb. But Cassie is finished with Bianca’s deceit, turning to her family and God to give her the strength to move on, and perhaps find salvation in Freddie’s arms, who is more than willing to share all her love.


The creaking of the wooden floor under my chair as I rocked relaxed me. I zoned out as I listened to the wind in the trees and the soft tinkling of some wind chime nearby. I started to close my eyes, but the loud puttering of a motor drew me out of my meditation. A person in a dark helmet wearing a leather jacket drove a black and red motorcycle up the driveway and parked behind Aunt Lorraine’s car. I stopped rocking but didn’t rise to greet the visitor. The person shut down their bike and took off their helmet. Freddie flipped back her hair and hopped off the bike.

I gripped the arms of the chair to stop from running inside. It was better to confront her before it spiraled out of control. I didn’t understand why after so many years she wanted to talk. She had stayed away the few times I came home for Christmas. I always stuck close to the house, never venturing out to my old haunts where we might bump into one another.

She walked up the front steps, not waiting for an invitation as she sat down in the chair next to me. “Why are you sitting out here?”

I’m enjoying the crisp Pennsylvania air. It’s different in Boston.” I dropped my hands in my lap. “Nice bike. Is it new?”

Freddie rested her head on the back of the chair and rocked like she didn’t have a care in the world. “I’m giving the Sportster a test run. Parker rebuilt it basically from scratch. He’s thinking of expanding his shop to sell motorcycles and sport bikes.”

“That’s great,” I said, clearing the tickle in my throat. Parker used to dirt bike race and had dreams of racing professionally, but that came to a halt when he ended up in a car accident that left him with a bad limp.

“Yup, he’s doing great. We’re all doing quite well for ourselves.”

She sent me a mocking grin. What did she want from me? It was apparent she was angry with me still. Telling her to get over it wouldn’t go over well, so I would remain cordial and hoped it kept her animosity at bay for my time here.

“That’s great, really,” I said again, at a loss for words.

“Really?” she snorted and crossed her leg over the other.

“What do you want me to say, Freddie?” She exhaled and a small smile appeared on her face. “I once loved how you said my name in that breathless whisper of yours.”

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Mile High Pleasure (Sexy Tales of Steampunk)

STEAMPUNK ROMANCE (Set in an alternative Victorian England)











RADISH (in serial form):

Brass Balls and Hysteria

The Radiant Bells

Miss Dani and Her Knight Charming


Brass Balls and Hysteria

Jessamine Starling is in in for the surprise of her life when she sneaks into the factory of her family’s biggest competitor and doesn’t find a top secret dirigible project, but a steam powered sex chair that helps cures female hysteria.

The Radiant Bells

Set in a world of flying steam airships and robots, the underappreciated Lottie Bells toils away as a seamstress. The only bright side is a visit from her childhood friend, Diana Russell, a lieutenant in the British Royal Air Navy. But when Lottie sees Diana again, she’s confused by her attraction to the beautiful lieutenant, who makes Lottie an enticing offer that may change their relationship forever.

Miss Dani and Her Knight Charming

The infamous Knight Club airship, holds many mysteries. When Daniella Starling receives an invitation to the club, she defies her parents and attends the masked affair. When the elusive owner, R.A. Knight claims her for a dance, she quickly succumbs to his charms but soon realizes he’s someone from her past who has targeted her for seduction, and much more.

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Sharp Bite of Pleasure (Pleasure Bite #1)

(Lesbian Paranormal Romance)












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Sometimes the sharpest bite brings the sweetest pleasure…

Alexa Dangelis has returned home after eight long years to attend her father’s funeral and take the throne as vampire queen of the East Coast. The public believes their king committed suicide, but Alexa knows better–he was murdered, and she’s determined to prove her half-brother did it.

Werewolf Penny Seiler was once Alexa’s secret lover, until Alexa betrayed her to marry the vampire king of the West Coast. When they meet again, sparks fly.

While Alexa focuses her attention on regaining Penny’s trust and love, her half-brother plots to wrest the throne from Alexa’s control. To stop him from destroying the capital city and her future with Penny, Alexa must broker a peace treaty with the werewolves and convince the vampire community werewolves are more than mere animals.



The floral air brushed over Penny’s face. She needed some sort of solace after her near breakdown in the bathroom. At least no one had witnessed her embarrassing reaction…well, maybe one person had. She didn’t know what excuse she would give Lissa for running from the room like the devil was on her back.

Lissa…Alexa… Her mind was still a jumbled mess and she needed to clear it before she returned inside and pretended everything was fine. Unfortunately, her date and most likely her brothers would know something was off. They were too tuned in to her moods. She hated being an open book for them. It disturbed her, just as it had when Alexa walked down those stairs…

She studied the half moon, edgy with the urge to shift and run. For now, she would have to wait. Transforming into a snarling and furry beast at a state function like this would be considered gauche.

Giggling at the idea of trotting into the ballroom in her wolf form and scampering around the well-dressed government officials, she walked deeper into the grassy labyrinth.

A few minutes later, she reached the center. A small fountain stood in the corner, a gazebo in the middle with a bench, vacant for her to sit and relax. The sky was clear, unlike the past few months when passing storms had popped up unpredictably.

She listened to the soft breeze flowing through the leaves. Music from the palace trickled over to her. She began to meditate, trying to find the balance taught to her by her therapist years ago.

She was close to reaching equilibrium when she heard a slight crackling on the dirt path behind her. She stiffened, facing the one who would try to claim her soul again.

“Hello, Alexa. Why am I not surprised you’d find me?” Her voice sounded strong and unyielding, at least to her ears.

“The moment I entered the ballroom, I knew you were there. Your unique scent is easy to recognize.” Alexa emerged from the shadows. “How many years has it been since we last saw one another?” She continued walking toward her and entered the gazebo.

She expected Alexa to overpower her. Surprisingly, she kept her distance. She soaked in the vision of this immortal woman who had come close to destroying her with her treachery.

“Eight years to be exact. You look well,” she responded politely. No matter what hardship a vampire went through, they appeared unmarked by whatever affliction might fall upon them.

“So much time has passed.” Alexa took another step. “You look…distressed. Does my appearance here unsettle you?”

Her laugh was empty. “Stop playing games. You know full well it would ‘unsettle’ me.” She shrugged, feigning boredom. “It’s a knee-jerk reaction. You make quite an impression wherever you go.”

“From the aroma of your sweat and your hesitance, I can tell I made quite the impression on you. You’re not immune to me as you want me to believe.”

She backed away and cursed in her head.

Humor crossed Alexa’s face and she moved forward. “So, it’s going to be a cat and mouse game between us?”

She waited for Alexa to charge after her, to grab her and hold her in a passionate embrace like she used to. Her body tensed in anticipation.

“Are you’re remembering all the times we chased each other in the woods and then made love for hours?” Alexa asked, suddenly standing too close.

She did her best not to react when Alexa brushed a finger over her cheek. “Your touch doesn’t affect me anymore.” She stepped back and crossed her arms to hide their trembling. “Actually, I’m thinking how much of a pushy bitch you were.”

Alexa laughed and tapped her mouth with a red manicured nail. “I missed you more than you can know.”

She laughed hollowly. “Oh please. I’m no longer some dumb, immature kid who ended up fucking a spoiled daddy’s girl.”

Alexa was quiet beside her, although Penny could feel the hum of anger coming from her.

“Alexa, I—”

“No. Don’t apologize.” Alexa moved away.

She felt like she had lost something. Why? It didn’t make any sense. She was used to that yawning emptiness ever since Alexa had left. She’d almost died after Alexa had been with her one final time to say goodbye because of her impending marriage. Memories of that night she’d admitted her love made her eyes burn. Shame spread through her over the way she had reacted to Alexa’s rejection in the days following.

“You’re right, I was spoiled. With a snap of my fingers, I had whatever I wanted, or my father would acquire it for me.” Sadness filtered into the woman’s voice.

Sympathy clogged her throat. She jabbed her nails into her palms to stop from reaching for her. Her arms ached with the need to hold Alexa and touch her, but it was more like a phantom pain. She cleared her throat, trying her best to remain civil and not run away or do something stupid like kiss her.

“I’m sorry about King Christophe. His death…suicide was a horrible loss.”

“He didn’t kill himself!”

She had never heard such an emotional outburst from Alexa before, even when they were intimate with one another. Alexa stepped toward her again. She retreated against the wooden railing of the gazebo. “The newspapers announced his death after they were sent an official statement. There’s been nonstop talk, rumors…discussions on television and on the blogs.”

“Stupid modern technology,” Alexa muttered, sliding in closer.

Riddled with tension, she dug her nails into the railing, observing her ex-lover carefully. “Don’t tell me you’re surprised by media gossip about your family. It’s been like that for years.” She counted herself lucky the gossip rags had never got wind of their relationship.

The only noticeable reaction from Alexa was the small strain lines around her mouth. They vanished as soon as they materialized, and she was back to being cold and aloof.

She snorted. How did I ever fall for this woman in the first place and allow her complete access to my body?

Alexa’s sudden smile made her stomach contract.

“Now you’re thinking about the times we made love,” Alexa said in an assured voice.

She bolted to the center of the gazebo as Alexa slowly stalked her. She’s still upset about her father. Must be the reason she changed the conversation at the drop of a hat. “Your intuition is not what it used to be. I must have been crazy to have a fling with you in the first place.” Her statement came out harsher than she’d intended.

Alexa’s cheek twitched, and she eyed Penny in stony silence, licking her lips.

Her inner thighs quivered. Shit. Alexa would pick up on it.

“For all your cutting, juvenile remarks, and acting like you’re not attracted to me, your scent tells me the opposite.”

She widened her stance. “Childish?” She purposely ignored the mention of her arousal. Damn the vamp and her keen sense of smell!

“Yes, you’re acting like a bad-tempered child.” Alexa crossed her arms to mimic her.

She longed to stamp her foot in annoyance but didn’t. “You’re such a wise-ass. Some things never change.”

“I agree with you there. We’ve come full circle. Do you remember the first time I caught you? I do. From the moment I saw you at the street fair in Three Points, I wanted you, and nothing was going to stop me from taking you.”

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Never Letting Go (Mercury Folds #3)

(Contemporary Romance)

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What happens when the five members of Mercury Folds, the most popular boy band from twenty years ago finally find the true meaning of a happily ever after with their soul mate….

Bette has what most would say is a nice, stable life. The forty-five-year-old has a great job as a high school guidance counselor, and owns a comfortable house in a lovely neighborhood. Plus, her younger sister Jenna is engaged to mega movie star, Keegan Knowles, the former member of Mercury Folds, one of the most popular boy bands from twenty years ago. But she’s feeling depressed and more isolated every day. She still mourns the death of her husband three years ago, and some days she doesn’t want to get out of bed. Perhaps what she needs is a relaxing vacation with Jenna and Keegan in California for the Christmas holiday?

She expected to be dazzled by the bright lights of Hollywood, and meet some celebrities, but one celebrity who makes her blush like a woman half her age, is Clancy “Cross” Bianchi, Keegan’s best friend, former member of Mercury Folds, and one of the top personal trainers to the stars. The long haired, tattooed, always loves to crack a joke hottie wants to make her vacation memorable. She’s not looking for romance or a quick fling even though he’s a woman’s fantasy come to life. But why would he be attracted to an older woman with graying hair, who has a bad case of anxiety, and will soon return to her mundane life?

As she gets to know the real Clancy, the one hidden from the paparazzi who adores him for his public antics, her shattered heart begins to heal. And if Clancy has his say, he’ll work his seductive magic on her to convince her to never let him go.


“I apologize for the scene at the airport.” Clancy drove out of the parking spot a bit too fast, but at least I was buckled in and held the handle in his SUV.

“Jenna mentioned you enjoy the attention.” I gripped the handle harder as he maneuvered in and out of the airport traffic and to the freeway entrance.

He chuckled and scratched his chin, giving me a view of his hard bicep and the edge of a black swirling tattoo design peeking out from under his sleeve.

“I guess you can call me a media who—a media lover.” He sent me an apologetic look.

“If you want to say media whore, go ahead. Whatever Jenna said about me being Miss Prim and Proper, don’t believe her.”

“She’s said very nice things about you. And how can you be Miss Prim and Proper when you’re wearing a T-shirt and jean capris? At least your sunglasses scream class.” He honked at a Corvette in the lane next to us cutting him off.

“You expected me to be looking more professional and not in a stained T-shirt and flat airplane hair I should have run a brush through before I met you?” Strange how he didn’t mention the stain instead of the aviator sunglasses Jenna bought for my birthday last year.

“I do know you’re a high school guidance counselor at my alma mater. When I was a student at Keansbury High, Mrs. Weir, the guidance counselor, wore long skirts and mismatched knitted scarves.” He snickered, amused by his statement.

“She had a very unique fashion sense. I took over as guidance counselor when she retired.” I settled back in the seat and watched as he slowed down. It was the first time I saw the overly tall palm trees, other than on TV or on the Internet. “She even gifted me one of her scarves because she said the students expected me to wear one.”

“I thought she was near retirement when I was a student there.” He stopped at a light and drew his hair into a band he tugged off his wrist. “By the time I left school she was pushing seventy?”

“She was much younger than you thought. She retired at sixty-five.” I stared out my window to hide my wincing. “But if she had gray hair when you were in school, she hid it well, unlike me.”

“Hey, Bets…can I call you Bets? Is it short for Elizabeth?”

I glanced back at him, wishing he’d left his hair down, although his current style showed his strong chin. “I wish it was short for Elizabeth, but my parents wanted me to be unique, so I’m just Bette. My friends call me Bets, so go ahead. And you said I should call you Cross?”

“If you’d like.” His mouth fell to a straight line, and I couldn’t tell if it was because he didn’t want me to call him Cross or he was tired from his constant smiling.

“Well, Bets, I found a few grays in my hair for the first time last month, and I’m not even forty yet.” He fingered the side of his head, causing a long pin-straight strand to dislodge from his band. “I will be in May.”

I swallowed a giggle. This larger-than-life in both personality and physicality man didn’t have a problem showing me a more delicate side. He had a calming presence that drew me in, even if our initial introduction had been embarrassing. I felt more relaxed than I had in days. I didn’t even mind talking about my age or my gray hair.

“I’m ahead of you. I turn forty-six in February, and I’ve had gray hair for almost half my life.” I drew my hair behind my ears even though I rarely did at home.

“You did not start turning gray when you were in your twenties.” He glanced at me in shock.

“Right after I married.” I went to tug on my wedding bands then jabbed my nail in my knuckle at the same time I realized I left them home. It was one of the reasons I had slept badly. I had planned, at the advice of my therapist, to finally take off my wedding bands for this trip. It hurt putting them in my jewelry box, but it was another step I had to take to move on.

He took an exit and then stopped at a red light. Sympathy crossed his face. “Jenna told me about your husband. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you.” I rubbed my finger. “My husband Louis will be gone three years this March, but I feel he would have been happy I came here for the holidays. I’ve never been to California before, let alone been driven around by a mega-popular pop star.”

His smile returned, but he didn’t continue driving until a car honked behind us. “It’s been years since I’ve been a mega pop star. The last time I sang professionally was the last concert of our tour. Then Austin quit, entered rehab for a while, and did the solo thing. I was pretty much done also and took some much-needed time off. But I rose like a phoenix from the ashes and became a certified personal-fitness trainer and business owner. Now, here I am, ten years later with over five fitness centers, and one of the most beloved personal trainers to the stars.”

I covered my mouth as a few spurts of laughter erupted from me. “You have a great ego…no, more like confidence, Cross-Clancy.”

“Stick to Clancy. It’s easier on your tongue and melts in your mouth.” He winked.

Well, then. If I was better at flirting, I would have said something that would make him laugh or blush. Not that I thought he was the type to blush at a woman’s sexual comment.

“What’s the plan until Jenna and Keegan return? You’ll play my tour guy and drive around, showing me little-known hot spots? Or you’ll drop me off at Keegan’s house?” I took out my cell to text Jenna that Clancy had picked me up. “You have a key to his house?”

“We have a few options. I can drive you around because what woman wouldn’t want to be with me in this sweet car as I point out the must-see areas of Los Angeles?” He tapped the electronic dashboard to his right, and a number popped up as his cell rang. “Or you can have an amazing breakfast from an up-and-coming chef who will soon take the culinary world by storm, in a beautiful house right near the beach.”

“Are you saying you’re not only the number-one personal trainer to the stars but a chef also?” My stomach rumbled from sudden hunger.

“Me?” He snorted. “I can’t cook for sh-crap. Hey, Bee!”

“Hi, Dad! When will you be home with Jenna’s sister? I woke up early to cook for you both.” A teenaged girl’s voice spoke through the speaker.

“She’s in the car with me. We’ll be there in fifteen. Did your mother leave, or is she still there?”

Mother? I didn’t see a ring on his finger, but who knew if celebrities wore such things, since marriage and commitment weren’t important to them.

“She left a few minutes ago. Hi, Jenna’s sister Bette!”

I found myself smiling at her friendly greeting. “Hello, there. It’s Bee?”

“Melissa, actually. Dad calls me Bee because he said when I was a little kid, I’d buzz around like a bee. Mommy calls me Lissy.” There was some static and then a bang. “Gotta go and take the quiche out of the oven.”

She hung up, and Clancy beamed at me. “Wait until you eat her quiche Lorraine.” He kissed his fingers. “It’s a work of art.”

“Sounds great. How old is your daughter?”

“Thirteen. She’s my only child with Eppie, as you probably know.” He practically glowed with pride.

“Eppie is an interesting name. Melissa gets her cooking skills from your wife?”

He tugged on his bottom lip and sent me a questioning stare. “You really don’t know anything about me or my ex-wife?”

I shrugged. “Are you offended because I don’t?”

“No, not at all. It’s something new for me.” He turned down the street, making me gasp in wonder at the massive beachfront home taking up most of the street. “I do like to surprise you.” He lowered his voice to an appealing whisper that made me think he didn’t just mean his property.

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Jessamine Starling is in in for the surprise of her life when she sneaks into the factory of her family’s biggest competitor and doesn’t find a top secret dirigible project, but a steam powered sex chair that helps cures female hysteria.



Set in a world of flying steam airships and robots, the underappreciated Lottie Bells toils away as a seamstress. The only bright side is a visit from her childhood friend, Diana Russell, a lieutenant in the British Royal Air Navy. But when Lottie sees Diana again, she’s confused by her attraction to the beautiful lieutenant, who makes Lottie an enticing offer that may change their relationship forever.


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