Fun with Lisa

Got to hang out with the amazing Lisa Renee Jones last night.
She was in town for an interview with the local news. She got a suite and had a few fans come hang out. Great snacks and yummy drinks.



It’s finally out!!!!

CL Parker is not only an amazing friend of mine but a kick ass author!! She wrote her first series The Supernova Saga and had me hooked from page one!!
Well now this amazing chick has a new series coming out. The first book is called A Million Dirty Secrets.


I CANNOT WAIT TO READ THIS!!! I got mine in the mail today.

Notice the big cheesy grin. 🙂

So here is an excerpt from the first book along with the cover and excerpt from the next book.

Delaine Talbot has a secret. When a matter of life and death threatens to tear apart her family, Delaine makes the ultimate sacrifice. She auctions herself off at Chicago’s most exclusive erotic club. Now she belongs to Noah Crawford, a wealthy mogul who introduces her to a seductive feast of the senses, awakening desires she only dreamed about.
Noah doesn’t know why Delaine sold her body for a cool two mil. But it’s the perfect business arrangement. The inexperienced beauty will learn to satisfy his every sensual need, yet never touch his heart. Almost immediately their relationship generates heat—in more ways than one. When they fight, they take no prisoners. When they love, they show no mercy. When they’re together, they never want to leave each other’s arms. But soon, their intense, physical bond will take an unexpected turn—evolving into something neither has bargained for: the promise of a lasting love.

Release Date: February 11, 2014


Two million dollars secured Noah Crawford the most enticing woman he has ever known. Initiating Delaine Talbot into a sensuous world of pleasure took them both to the brink–again and again. But when Noah discovers why the beautiful innocent sold her body to the highest bidder, he’s faced with the hardest thing he ever had to do: Set her free.

Lanie can’t believe Noah would let her go. Doesn’t he know they share a bond deeper than sex–a connection too powerful to sever? Not even a treacherous enemy out to destroy Noah or the dark secret haunting the multimillionaire can keep them apart. But first Lanie has to show him that he belongs to her, even if it means risking everything for a love that can never be bought or sold.

So if you haven’t already bought it get out there and get yours!!! Amazon, Target and many others are selling it. Run now get it!!!

And CL Parker FYLAS!!!!! ❤

Mary Elizabeth Coen

Excerpt form Love & the Goddess by Mary Elizabeth Coen:
It was with great reluctance that I got ready to go out that evening, since I would
have preferred to spend time writing in my journal before taking an early night.
But there was no dissuading Ella, who called for me at eight to tell me our black
cab was waiting. The driver took off at speed up the main street before turning
down a side road with high white walls on either side.
It seems very quiet for a party. Are you sure you have the right night?” I asked
as Ella paid the taxi driver and we got out on the silent street in front of what
appeared to be a plain pebble-dash house. With its continuous high wall running
along the side, it was difficult to make out its exact size or shape.
I fibbed. It’s a double date. Oh don’t be mad, Kate. Nothing serious – just a bit of
male company. They’re fine. Virtual monks, if you ask me. Hey, you can even
team up with the good-looking guy.”
Are you mad? They could be crazies!” I was about to turn away when the
wrought-iron door opened wide.
Hello, ladies,” said one of the most fascinating-looking men I had ever met. Of
indeterminable age, anywhere between thirty five and fifty, his facial features
were so strong and outrageously unusual; he qualified as both ugly and beautiful.
Ebony black skin, wide nose, wide lips, cheekbones so sharp they could slice
cheese. With huge expressive eyes and a charming smile, the effect was totally
disarming. “We’ve been expecting you. Adolfo’s inside. I’m Nat.”
Ella smiled at me and I felt as if I was compelled by a supernatural force to go
along with whatever was about to unfold, despite wondering had I taken leave of
my senses. As we followed Nat through the house, Ella nudged me, nodding at his
trim torso visible through a black t-shirt over denim-clad snake hips. With his
graceful, animal-like stride, he led us down the cool white stucco-plastered
corridor into a large villa-style living room. There he introduced me to Adolfo, a
short, stocky man in his early fifties with an air of business and a whiff of Cuban

cigars about him. Ella had told me on the way there that Adolfo was originally

from Rio de Janiero, but she hadn’t told me anything about this other man.
Where are you from Nat?” I asked, after we got over the initial pleasantries.
I grew up in LA with a Jamaican mother and a father who was half-Brazilian and
And where did you two meet each other?”
I worked in LA for a while,” said Adolfo. “Our wives became best friends. I’m
divorced now and back in Rio, and Nat’s lovely wife passed on two years ago. But
we still get together, and I keep this place here for whenever I come to see the
Healer, maybe twice a year. Would you like some wine, ladies, or something non-
Judging by the elaborate mosaic tiles on the floor, I guessed Adolfo was wealthy
to afford a place like this merely for the odd visit. Not having started my herbs
yet, I agreed to one glass of wine as I sank into the squishy tan leather sofa beside
Nat. I wished Ella would stop winking. It was becoming very obvious. Soon the
conversation was flowing along with the wine. I was on my second glass. The two
men were interesting, both mellow and gentle in the way people who meditate
regularly appear to be. Adolfo said he had become less hung up on making lots of
money after he underwent a two-year battle with cancer, which had now been in
remission for over seven years. Nat’s wife had been diagnosed with ovarian
cancer and Adolfo had suggested she visit the Healer, and stay in his house.
Nat took up the story: “Lexie didn’t recover but she lived a year longer than any
doctor predicted and she gained a great acceptance of death, for which we were
both grateful. While she was ill, we visited the Healer four times and Lexie found
an inner peace she’d never had in her life before. She was so devoted to him; she
used to kiss his feet each time she came. She really loved the energy in the
ashram and the village.”
Book Blurb:
Touted in the press as ‘An Irish Eat, Pray, Love’

‘Sex and the
Love & the Goddess
One woman, One myth, Three Goddesses
A woman’s voyage of self discovery begins on the internet leading all the way to
Brazil and onto the Andean highlands of Peru.
Devastated from her relationship break- up, Kate Canavan is at a loss until she re-
discovers a hidden painting of the triple Goddess from Greek mythology. Her interest
in mythology and spirituality is re-ignited. A voyage of self discovery begins with
internet dating using the names of each of the Goddesses in the triple myth.
When a health scare intervenes Kate and her friends go together to visit a famous
healer in Brazil and a spiritual guru in Peru, where all three friends begin spiritual
journeys of forgiveness, gratitude and learning to live in the now.
Ferdia Mac Anna (author of cult book to movie Last of the high Kings) says:-
“Funny, informative heart-warming and wildly entertaining. This novel takes the
reader on an exhilarating roller-coaster ride though modern romance, internet
dating, Peruvian Gurus, wannabes, has-beens and lotharios and brings them home
safe and almost sound. This book rocks!’

nXOBl9Evy-9UJhh11IDS4uVo8BuQRW_Um--qXZ02oKsAuthor bio :
Mary Elizabeth Coen
Living in Ireland, Mary Elizabeth Coen is a former Home Economics teacher and
lifestyle journalist. Mary E. runs a website called
Goddess MECA which stands for Mary Elizabeth Coen Assists the Goddess
in everywoman through sharing her love of cookery fashion and mythology.  The url is
Mary says “Though I always dreamed of being a writer, I took a rather circuitous
route getting here. You could say I have had several incarnations in this lifetime from
Home Economics teacher to Fashion Editor of a magazine, along with being mother
to my three wonderful children, Mark, Janet and Emily. Due to demand from clients I
opened my own pr consultancy firm specializing in fashion; – the dream job for a
fashionista, availing of great discounts on wonderful shoes and vintage clothing!
Sadly it was not meant to last as in 2004 my health deteriorated and as a result, work
had to take a back seat. I became interested in holistic medicine, personal
development and writing in an attempt to cope with my diagnosis of fibromyalgia. In
the process, I developed a passion for mythology, philosophy and the study of ancient
spiritual traditions. As a spiritual seeker, I’ve travelled to Mayan sites in Mexico,
visited a famous healer’s ashram in Brazil and undertook a shamanic journey through
Love & the Goddess is closely based on memoir.

Heather Long “Taking The Stage”





Roseâtre takes one look at the white tigers that the stage manager has brought in to shake things up at the Midnight Mystery Lounge, and nearly has a heart attack. It doesn’t matter that the beautiful creatures’ handler raises her pulse and makes her want to purr. The tigers are sure to recognize her—and arouse her need for the hunt.


Pride outcast Anthony diNapoli wasn’t expecting to encounter an Amazon princess when he brought his white tigers to the lounge. The lucrative show will go a long way toward securing his future, but not if he gives in to the urge to make her submit to his dominance, and claim her as his mate.


No matter how desperately her body aches for the sun-kissed stranger and his completely lickable abs, Roseâtre is no man’s prize. Yet she finds herself hungering for Anthony to defeat her and take her for his own.


It’s show time in the Arcana Royale’s Midnight Mystery Lounge and all bets are off.


Warning:  Contains sword fights, shackles, sexy showgirls, and a game of dominance between a determined weretiger and an Amazon who refuses to submit. Blades, bliss and battles, oh my!

Taking the Stage

Soulgirls #2

Release Date: Aug 13, 2013

ISBN: 978-1-61921-580-1

Samhain Publishing

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About the Author:

A national best selling author, Heather Long lives in Texas with her family and their menagerie of animals. In addition to military romance, Heather writes a wide variety of romance from paranormal historical western romance to contemporary romance and romantic suspense. She loves characters and the stories they have to tell. As a child, Heather skipped picture books and enjoyed the Harlequin romance novels by Penny Jordan and Nora Roberts that her grandmother read to her. Heather believes that laughter is as important to life as breathing and that the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus are very real. In the meanwhile, she is hard at work on her next novel.


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Enjoy the following excerpt for Taking the Stage:


“Not the toes.” Roseâtre refused to squeal. As lead dancer for the Arcana Royale’s Midnight Mystery Lounge, she would never squeal or scream, but her voice pitched high enough that the syllable at the end of toes cracked.


The great white tiger snuffling her feet through the five-inch strappy black-and-sapphire Louboutins rolled his head away. Instead of obeying, he stroked a whiskered cheek down her bare leg.


“Cut!” Voice booming, the show’s stage manager hustled out from the wings. Heidi was a brisk woman with a quick temper and a stout body, dedicated to creating the best shows. After Pandora’s escape from her contract, she relied on all of her girls to have the same dedication to the performance, Roseâtre more than most.


Pandora. She’d always made the lead look easy. She’d walked out on the stage and owned the audience. Roseâtre believed Pandora could have shared the stage with twelve chimpanzees and it wouldn’t have mattered. Gazes would have been riveted to the tawny nymph.


The white tiger stretched out his neck and yawned, showing off a mouthful of glistening teeth. He flexed his paws, claws scoring the stage. She wasn’t fooled by the sleepy-eyed expression or house-cat similarities. Big cats weren’t pets.


The rest of the dancers relaxed from their poses, some even dropping down to coo and stroke the cats whose arrival had elicited a long round of awws and aren’t they sweets. Roseâtre, however, shifted away from the cat with his tickling whiskers and raspy tongue.


“Rose?” Heidi beckoned, a pen behind one ear and a notebook tucked under her arm. She pursed her lips in a you’re-not-in-trouble-yet moue, but the wrinkles knitting her brow told an entirely different story.


“Yes, ma’am?” Roseâtre didn’t drag her feet. One certainly never dragged Louboutins, but she couldn’t quite resist displaying her mutiny with an uplifted chin and wrinkled nose.



Her nose twitched. Her sinuses burned. Her eyes threatened tears. But she maintained her composure.


Damn cats.


“Look, I know you’re not thrilled with this idea.” The opening gambit was classic Heidi, softening her up for the too-damn-bad often attached to those statements.


Closeted together at the far end of the stage, Roseâtre was glad to be out of earshot of her shield-sister Cerveau, the other dancers and thankfully, the damn tigers.


The Midnight Mystery Lounge was closed for an entire week so the dancers could learn this new act. She’d woken to the bad news that the diNapoli Tigers—tigers—were joining the show for a three-month trial to drum up business in the magical casino and resort.


“But you’re just going to have to get over it. The apothecary will provide you with a tea for your allergies. We need this show and you’re the headliner. That means you and the tiger will be all over each other on that stage and you’re going to love it.”


And there it was, the verbal slap demanding submission. The command chafed. But a promise was a promise and she was as bound by her oath as her shield-sister Cerveau was by her curse.


“Is there any way we can do this without cats?”


“Not really, no.” The sympathy was real, but from Heidi’s compressed expression, the stage manager was plainly not on Roseâtre’s side. “I’m sorry, Rose. But the diNapoli Tigers were an enormous success in Monaco and Paris. We need them for resurgence of interest or the Overseers may very well break up the show.”


“Really?” Panic drifted under the surface of her skin, sending her heart puttering. The Overseers controlled the Arcana Royale, the sprawling complex where meta-humans of all types were welcome and could be themselves. They controlled the shows, the people and in the case of the dancers, their souls. Breaking up the show meant the dancers with varying leases on their souls could be placed elsewhere at the Overseers’ discretion.


Worse, Roseâtre and Cerveau could be separated. Roseâtre couldn’t allow that to happen. She’d sworn an oath. Pride could be sacrificed. Honor could not.


A shield-borne oath was an oath.


“I’ll try. It’s not just the allergy, though.”


“What is it?”


No simple answer existed. Roseâtre glanced over her shoulder to where the great cats lounged. Some groomed themselves while yet another rolled over on its back, presenting its belly to Peppermint for attention. Of all the dancers, Peppermint was the most gracious, the most loving and the most likely to enjoy gamboling with the tigers on the stage.


“I assure you, nothing is wrong with my cats.” The dark, deep masculine tones teased up her spine. She jerked her attention back to discover a bare-chested, bare-footed blond god had joined them.


Oh my. Who did he kill to get those abs?


She snapped her jaw shut with a flicker of irritation, and forced her gaze up from the hard six-pack of clear-cut muscle to roam over the ripped planes of his chest and shoulders.


Dear gods, does it end?


The cool dislike in his blue eyes slapped her back to the present. Everything about the man seemed larger than life, from his thick thighs, easily three times the size of hers, to his wide hands and square, chiseled jaw.


“Roseâtre, Anthony diNapoli.” Heidi’s snapped introduction rebuked her. “Anthony, this is our headliner, Roseâtre.”


Be professional. She extended her hand and kept her gaze focused above his chin. Despite the five additional inches her designer shoes added to her considerable height, topping at around six foot, the man towered over her.


And he inspected her with an air of detached amusement, his gaze clearly dipping below her chin to where her breasts strained against the confinement of the black leotard.


“Your pleasure, I’m sure.” The bastard smiled and ignored her hand.


“Anthony’s cats are in high demand, and he’s graciously consented to this trial contract so we’re going to do the best we can to make the most of this situation.” Heidi turned to Anthony as though unaware of the icy drop in Roseâtre’s regard. “We’ll add extra rehearsal time so Roseâtre and her cat can get used to each other.”


We will? Incredulous, Roseâtre could barely pull her eyes away from Anthony to look at the stage manager. “More rehearsals?” Tired of holding her hand out to the air, she let it drop.


“Absolutely.” Heidi nodded briskly, clapping her hands and striding away to gather the dancers, completely ignoring the cats with the poise of one who was likely more dangerous than the wild animals. “Ladies!”


Cerveau stood next to Kiki, Peppermint and Amber, the question in her expression obvious, but Roseâtre shook her head, waving her off with one short hand gesture. She didn’t need backup.


“So what’s your problem with cats, princess?” The words shivered up her spine. Anthony’s voice prowled behind her, his body heat brushing against her in challenge and invitation.


“Does it matter?”


She didn’t have to play nice. The bastard couldn’t be bothered to shake her hand.


“It might. You’re going to be riding my tiger every night for the next three months.” The words dripped with mockery and some other indefinable emotion.


Roseâtre shifted away, sparing him a dismissive look. She’d practiced the art of cool disdain for years under her mother’s tutelage. He might call her princess in his low, rolling sexy voice as a jest, but it didn’t make it any less true.


“What’s the problem now, princess?”


“You’re getting sarcasm on my shoes.” She lifted one, taking great care to inspect it.


Anthony threw his head back and laughed, a deep belly-trembling shout of amusement.


The noise drew the dancers’ attention like children to free chocolate. Cerveau’s face twisted comically, a mixture of censure and curiosity reddening her cheeks. She wouldn’t approve the tone, but she would appreciate the cause.


“You still haven’t told me why you don’t like my cats.”


“They’re cats.”


Head canted to the right, he studied her. The deep blue of his eyes was enhanced by a circle of darker blue along the iris. His pupils seemed to blink on their own, but that wasn’t possible. Roseâtre forced her gaze back to his dimples, just barely disguised by the thick rush of blond beard coating his cheeks.


“Cats are magnificent, bold and affectionate creatures. They are slow to trust, but have unshakable loyalty.”


“Until you’re dead and then they just eat your corpse.” She shuddered.


He laughed again. “You don’t need your body when you’re dead.”


She was missing everything Heidi was saying to the other dancers. Clearly, the stage manager didn’t care because she wasn’t even looking in Roseâtre’s direction, much less shooting her with her optic laser beams of impatience.


“I’d rather my body was undisturbed, thank you very much. The idea of anything feasting after I’m dead is unappealing.” Not to mention sacrilegious. A warrior’s death should be honored with blades and flame, never teeth.


Or, the gods forbid, a hairball. Roseâtre grimaced.


“Would you prefer they do it while you’re alive?” The silken whisper brushed against her ear. Tingles raced over her skin from the sweep of his beard on her cheek.


Heart leaping, Roseâtre barely managed to suppress her startled scream and settled for smacking his chest. The hard muscles didn’t even budge as her hand made contact, leaving a vivid, white mark against the golden tan.


“You really need to stop doing that.” Enough is enough. The man might be here at Heidi’s request or the Overseers’, but his job was to deal with the damn cats.


“Stop what?” The mock innocence coating his teasing grin reminded her more of the tiger yawning than it did a conciliatory gesture.


“Invading my bubble.” She rolled her hand in the air between them. “You haven’t been invited into my bubble.”


The coolness in his gaze warmed considerably, his grin widened. He was obviously enjoying the hell out of her irritation.


“How does one get invited into your bubble?” He batted the air in front of her, a downright playful gesture that sank its claws into her belly.


Nope. Not going to be turned on.

Rae Beth cover reveal

***** COVER REVEAL *****

Title: Saying Goodbye Without Saying Hello

About the Author:

RaeBeth McGee-Buda was born in southwestern Pennsylvania in 1987, the second daughter of Rachel Yost and Arthur Curtis McGee. RaeBeth grew up loving to read and write poetry, as well as short stories. Her childhood dream was to become a teacher. Rae Beth’s dream of writing was created in her eleventh grade literature class where writing became her passion.

RaeBeth married in August 2012 to her husband, Gregory Stephen Buda Jr. and resides in a small Pennsylvania town of Fairchance. RaeBeth is a full time mother of one beautiful daughter Emma, and a mother to an angel, Dakota Emily.

She graduated from American Intercontinental University in 2010 with her associates in business administration. She enjoys spending her time writing and feels connecting with readers and sending her messages are her main goals.

She is the author of the Silenced Series, which is available on Amazon.

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Ebook Cover – Created by RaeBeth McGee-Buda
Paperback Cover- Cover Design Copyright © 2013 by Marcy Rachel

Blurb Reveal on August 26th
Book Release Date: To Be announced

The ebook cover was created using Rae-Beth’s pregnant belly. She was eight months pregnant with Dakota in that photo. The butterflies represent Dakota because her family thinks of her when they see a butterfly.

The paperback cover is an actual picture of Dakota that was taken by the hospital staff where RaeBeth gave birth.



Kimberly Knight “Anything Like Me”


I’d like to share the cover for “Anything Like Me” by Kimberly Knight with you all along with a couple of excerpts.


Excerpt 1:

After a few minutes, I realized that I was still alone in the shower. Brandon hadn’t returned from seeing who was at the door and that made me nervous. I quickly rinsed the soap from my body and started to turn off the water when the shower door opened and Brandon slipped in. His hard chiseled body stepped close to me as we both stood under the warm stream of water––something we did almost every night.

“Hey, what took you so long?” I asked, slipping my arms around his neck.

“Blake’s here.”


“Yep.” Brandon’s hands glided down my back to rest on my ass as he gave it a little tug to bring me closer to him.

“Did you know he was coming?”

“Nope, he said he needed to get away and used the plane ticket we gave him for Christmas.”

“Couldn’t he have asked? I mean, this is an important night,” I pouted as Brandon’s cock grew against my belly. I chuckled slightly. Here we were again, talking about his brother at the wrong time.

“Babe, you know how Blake is. He doesn’t always use his head,” he said, tilting his head down to place a soft kiss on my neck.

“I know,” I said, sighing. “Can he maybe get a hotel room for the night?” Of all the nights Blake could have come to visit us, it had to be tonight…the night when I wanted to wear nothing but my new ring and a smile.

“I guess, but we haven’t seen him in, what? Five months?”

“I know––you’re right. I just wanted to walk around naked for the night,” I said, biting my lower lip and giving him my most innocent smile, making his cock twitch in response.

“I’ll make it up to you another night––I promise,” Brandon groaned, bending down again as he pressed his lips to mine.

“But that other night won’t be the night you proposed and I said ‘yes’.”

“I know, Baby…” Brandon looked down at me, searching my eyes as if he was looking for some sort of answer or something. “What if we get a hotel room in the city, you call in sick tomorrow and we order room service, eat breakfast in bed and then spend the rest of the day with Blake? He can take care of Niner tonight. It will give him time to clear his head, too, since that was the reason he jumped on a plane and flew thousands of miles unannounced.”

“Well, he did come all this way. Maybe we should spend time with him?”

“No, he will understand. I’m sure he will be here longer than one night. We will hang out with him tomorrow. Plus I want to see you wearing nothing but your new ring and a smile for the rest of the night,” he said, winking at me, reading my mind.

Excerpt 2:

“Thanks for stopping by, Babe,” he said, reaching for my hand to lead me out of his office.

“Now you won’t forget me,” I said, throwing his words back at him–the same words he said to me after my office rendezvous.

“You know that will never happen, but I understand how you feel now.” He winked at me and then slapped my ass as we started to walk down the stairs.

“Good,” I said, proud of myself.

Brandon and I exited the front doors towards my car. I had just enough time to get back to work and not be late. I turned to say my goodbye to Brandon when I noticed just over his shoulder that Mrs. Robinson, the cougar who wanted to get in Brandon’s pants, was getting out of her bright red Mercedes Benz. She turned to look at us and my arms tightened around Brandon, bringing him closer as I kissed him––hard. Kissed him like there was no one watching. Kissed him like my life depended on it. Kissed him until we both needed to come up for air.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Grandma!

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Kimberly Knight has just moved from the Bay Area in California to the mountains near a lake with her loving husband and spoiled cat, Precious. In her spare time, she enjoys watching her favorite reality TV shows, playing co-ed slow pitch softball in a few local leagues, and playing computer games like World of Warcraft with Audrey Harte and online poker. Now that she is near a lake, she plans on working on her tan and doing more outdoor stuff like…watching hot guys ski. However, the bulk of her time is dedicated to writing and reading Romance and Erotic fiction.


“I couldn’t be happier. Brandon had come into my life at the right time––as if fate intended for it all to happen. Given these last eight months and all the life threatening situations, I wouldn’t change a thing. It’s true what people say; things happened for a reason and now I just hoped that Christy, Michael and Colin were going to get what was coming to them once their trial started so they would be out of our lives forever.- Spencer

“How many times do I have to tell you that you aren’t like all the other girls I’ve dated? You’re the one. My soulmate. My better half. Whatever you want to call it. We are getting married and we are going to be together until one of us is no longer breathing. I never felt that with any other girl before. So stop doubting anything that is in your head.”- Brandon


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Winner will be drawn tomorrow.

Rebecca Effington books and new release

Kiss of Fire AMAZONKiss of Fire Blurb: 

Joclyn Despain has a scar. In fact, it is almost like a brand on her skin. She doesn’t know why it appeared on her neck, but she doesn’t want anyone to see it, including her best friend Ryland, who knows everything else about her. The scar is the reason she hides herself behind baggy clothes, and won’t let the idea of kissing Ryland enter her mind, no matter how much she wants to.

The scar is the reason she is being hunted.

If only she knew that she was.

If only she had known that the cursed stone her estranged father sent for her 16th birthday would trigger a change in her. Now, she is being stalked by a tall blonde man, and is miraculously throwing her high school bully ten feet in the air.

Joclyn attempts to find some answers and the courage to follow her heart. When Ryland finds her scar; but he knows what it means, and who will kill her because of it.






Eyes of Ember amazonEyes of Ember Blurb:

Joclyn is in hiding, hunted by the man she still desperately loves. Ryland is gone, his mind erased; no memory of Joclyn remains, but Joclyn’s heart desperately begs her to hold out hope. Meanwhile the black-eyed monster that possesses him attempts to kill her over and over again.

If it wasn’t for Ilyan, Joclyn would be dead by now.

Ilyan, the man who once stalked her, is now Joclyn’s protector, the only person she has left. He protects Joclyn from the men who seek to end her life, and all the while, she is haunted by dreams where Ryland begs her to break the bond between them.

Ilyan is there. Always there.

Ilyan trains and prepares her, teaching her everything she needs to know in the hope that one day she can avenge Ryland, if not protect herself from him.

And then, there is her father.

The man who has never been there is suddenly responsible for everything. And who he is has made Joclyn into something she never wanted to be: The Silnỳ.




Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000038_00071]Scorched Treachery Blurb

While Joclyn is trapped in the tormenting hell of Cail’s mind, the battle around her only continues to grow and spread.


Edmund has infiltrated the underground hallways of Prague, guiding the massacre that would end the lives of the last of the great magical race. In her attempts to stop him, Wynifred has been captured and her magic restrained. Chained up in the ancient dungeons of Prague, her fate is left in the hands of her father, who has tried to kill her before.

With Ryland’s screams and Sain’s fragmented sights as her only company, Wyn must rely on something that has been hidden deep inside of her for centuries to help them break free.


Ilyan’s whole life has been building up to one purpose. Protect the Silnỳ. He knows what he must do, and he has no doubt in his ability to do so.

But when his father’s magic removes Joclyn’s mind from her body, he is left protecting the shell of the one person he loves. Desperate to find a way to break her free of her prison, he makes a choice. And that one choice changes everything.

Now, Ilyan finds himself bound to Joclyn in a way that he never knew to be possible. They say that blood is thicker than water, but Black Water burns, and Ilyan’s heart may not be strong enough to keep the water pumping through his veins and give the girl he loves back into his brother’s care.

Even if he can, it may not be safe to do so.

Reading order: Kiss of Fire (1), Eyes of Ember (2), Scorched Treachery (3)



Through Glass


Everyone remembers the day the sky went black. They remember the screams as the blackness ate those who were out in the open, those who surrounded themselves by light, and those who made noise.

Everyone remembers the voice from the sky, the way food disappeared.

Everyone remembers the day the sky went black, and the sun was wiped from the sky.

At least that’s what I hope. I hope that there is an ‘everyone’ that will remember.

I hope that I am not alone.

Because I remember.

I remember, because it was the day I became alone.

It was the day the house went silent, and the birds stopped singing. It was the day when everyone disappeared, everyone except the boy, the only person I have seen in two years.

The boy I talk to through the glass.

-Alexis Lyman, aged 19



Rebecca EthingtonAbout the Author

Rebecca Ethington is a story teller and author from Salt Lake City, Utah. She has been telling stories since she was small. First, with writing crude scripts, and then in stage with years of theatrical performances. Rebecca’s first stint into the world of literary writing, The Imdalind Series, was released in October 2012 and since its release each book has been found in several top 100 lists on Amazon. Rebecca is a mother to two, and wife to her best friend of 14 years. Her days are spent writing, running, and enjoying life with her crazy family.


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