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.
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Tatiana seeks rare, coveted treasure: a strong, loving, committed male she can respect, be proud of and become her full-fledged, partner. She has sought this elusive prince among men, her own personal champion but instead found many, many frogs and quite a few toads. Does her hero exist on Earth or did she miss her opportunity?
Jasper isn’t seeking a mate. His only intention is to rescue Tatiana from a fatal car accident, but he finds himself drawn to her in ways he can’t explain. She’s a rare, precious gem and there’s no turning back for him. He must know her and introduce himself in some sort of “human” fashion, at some sort of “human” event, for he is not of Earth.
Once Tatiana finds out Jasper’s true identity, will she accept and trust him? Will Tatiana allow herself to enter into a permanent, loving relationship with an unearthly but powerful being who only wants to adore and protect her?
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How it all started:
A tornado! That must’ve been what hit her. That was the only logical explanation for the sudden whirlwind rush that just upset her entire existence. She screamed silently in terror as her brakes squealed and her car spun out of control before careening over the edge of a grassy embankment. Helpless, she watched each segment as if she were stuck in a horror movie she couldn’t escape. As the main character, it all graphically played out in front of her and her heart beat wildly as she anticipated the unexpected, twisted end. Would the movie end first or her life? She hoped it was the former.
Her car violently slammed against the newly mowed ground. Instantly, she knew her beautiful, trustworthy car must’ve shattered into a gazillion jagged, metal pieces. But no, it hadn’t, she realized, as she looked around and her fingers slowly unlatched the seatbelt holding her tightly in place. Then boom—the airbag propelled all at once and slammed her head back onto the headrest, jolting her into a state of surreal unconsciousness. Oh god! This can’t be happening.
She recalled the events leading up to the horrific crash. She waited at a stop light when it turned green and her car crept forward. Then suddenly, it seemed, all hell broke loose. Her car was slammed, driver’s side first, by another and she careened out of control through the middle of the intersection and off to the far end of the street, unsure whether her car hit any others along the way.
Wake up! Wake up, she told herself, but all she wanted to do was sleep. Loud, obnoxious knocking on the window jarred her. Knock, knock, knock, knock. That sound again. Would it ever stop? It was getting louder by the second and was soon followed by a strong male voice.
“Tatiana, wake up! It’s not your time. Wake up, dear.”
Huh? Who called her? He sounded concerned and handsome if you could tell that from the mere timbre of a voice. She happily dreamed away, drifting back into dreamland. Maybe her handsome escort from this morning would come for her and rescue her?
Knock, knock, knock. The sound continued.
She bolted forward in her seat and grimaced as her shoulder protested. “Ungh!”
That sound again but it was coming from the passenger side of the car and not her side as she previously thought. The passenger door suddenly swung open. No, it couldn’t have, it was locked from the inside. Next, she found herself standing outside of the car beside a complete though very handsome stranger. He was radiant. He positively glowed from somewhere within and his winning smile was impeccable. He was the most magnificent male she’d ever encountered. She looked down at her disheveled clothes and groaned. In comparison, she looked horrible, in front of this Adonis.
No, you’re beautiful. Gorgeous.