I have always had an interest in the strange and unusual and I’m a romantic by heart. So how did I come into writing, you ask? Well, I stumbled into it. Yeah, that’s pretty much what happened. I never pictured myself as a writer but sometime in 2011, craving some kind of excitement and adventure in my life; I jotted down a few notes for a book idea and never looked back. Funny part is, the notes I wrote never became a book, instead I took on subjects as wolf-shifters and angels and created their worlds and I have loved every minute of it.
I write passion-filled paranormal romance- weaving tales of alpha males willing to do anything for the one feisty, curvaceous, strong-willed woman who has won their heart. They will go to any length to please their mate, in and out of the bed.
I invite you, lovely readers, to enter my world, relax in an easy-chair, sip a soothing beverage, stay and be entertained. I write for you.
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About the Book
Angels and Diamonds spins seven heart-warming tales of finding love when you least expect it and the struggles of holding onto true love. Each fun tale depicts ardor, attachment and dedication while staying true to the theme of a Diamond and an Angel.
Puppy Love- Petra, an owner of a dog rescue group in need of financial assistance finds an unlikely funding source
Bride to Be- Diamond, a bridal shop owner meets a man who seems vaguely familiar. Little does she know he will change her future
Promise- Tauria’s relationship with an Archangel leads to her forgotten past
The Gift- Celeste’s gift is more than her Angel can handle
Hunted- Natasha’s encounter with a mercenary has an unexpected, mutually beneficial outcome
New Home- Marisole’s home search for a ‘friend of a friend’ thrusts her back into the life of a man she once craved. Sadly, he doesn’t know she exists.
Make a Wish- Are Stella’s dreamy adventures genuine or vivid imagination?
Keep reading for an excerpt:
THE CONCRETE CRACKED AS BEAUTIFUL art turned into hideous reality.
Several horse sculptures detached from the ground and emerged above it, the color of midnight. The creatures came alive. They stamped the ground, snorted small circles of flame and lifted their glowing red eyes, turning as one to stare at Celeste in eerie silence. She watched them, calculating how much time she had before they made their move. Suddenly, one reared back and screeched, breaking her concentration.
She fled through an open field; the ground behind her roared with the thunderous pounding of hooves. Swerving to the right, she willed herself to run faster; her heart pounding wildly as six sets of eyes followed her. She made the line of trees and entered the dense, dark clearing She heard a loud crack. The powerful vibration snapped her ears and threatened to split her skull open.
Silently, she cursed. Hell was furious with her. No demon ever turned rogue. Why did she get involved in the first place? Ah, love, darn it. Her beautiful Roman.
The pounding of the horses’ hooves echoed in her ears. The ground below her turned treacherous and she was no athlete. No siree. She was running on adrenaline and fear. She glanced around at the trees and cursed some more, wishing she knew how to climb them and that she was agile and thin enough to do so.
“Roman!” She screamed, using the telepathic communication he taught her. “Roman, darn it, where are you?”
“Aaah!” Her leg buckled underneath her and she almost tripped. “Roman! They’re gaining on me! Roman!” She glanced back with wide eyes and then regretted it. The lead horse’s concentration did not waver, his mouth pulled back into a strange, creepy grin.
Her body was snatched into the air. She turned and saw flaring nostrils.
“Nooo!” A hoof turned into a long, sharp talon, poised to slice open her belly. She screamed.