My brand new werewolf erotic romance novella is now available FREE on Smashwords and soon available for download on all other platforms! Find all the details on my buy the books page.
I’m now working on the sequel – Unforgiven.
Feisty Eleanor Harrison is promised to Logan Black the next in line Alpha of the legendary Rosewood pack.
He’s tall, dark and handsome, but the trouble is, the pair hate one another…something that they tell each other every day, but an ancient prophecy said that they were destined to be together and there’s no breaking it.
As the pair settle into married bliss, they discover that there is danger threatening the pack and it brings them closer together, but at what price?
A werewolf erotic romance novella containing strong language and sex.
I’m working on a seasonal, romantic novella entitled ‘My Valentine’s Wish.’
Watch this space for further updates!
I always find when I’m writing that it’s a good idea to set some goals / time frames, but it becomes increasingly annoying when they inevitably start to fall out of my grasp. Something or other always seems to get in the way and time flies at great velocity – I mean it’s SEPTEMBER ALREADY!
I have a part time job and a family, so sometimes writing takes a back seat, although like most writers I never, ever seem to stop writing in my head. Thank goodness for my phone which is always handy for me to grab and jot some notes down on. And, thank you Twitter, the place where you can share your struggles and encourage others who share your passion.
One of my habits – I haven’t decided if it’s bad yet, is buying book covers – (there are some great sites out there with very reasonable prices) coming up with a title and writing a short story around it. As I give my short stories away for free with the exception of Amazon…don’t get me going on that one, I’ve had great success with this with thousands of downloads.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, everyone’s writing experience is different, so just go with the flow and under no circumstances, ever give up…
Submit To The Need
Successful journalist Annie Carmichael has become an expert at keeping secrets.
On the surface she seems to have it all, but looks can be deceiving…
For the last year, Annie has been trapped inside a living hell. But, with the help of best friend Kat, she manages to escape her abusive partner Braden, and make a fresh start.
Cue Nicholas Darcy: Millionaire and Dom…
The two have met before, and the sparks flew…
Now Nicholas would like nothing more than to make her his submissive.
The dashing Mr Darcy lives up to his name, and they are soon caught up in a relationship that pushes their boundaries to the limit, letting them explore their wildest fantasies…
Could Nicholas be the one to heal her wounds, and is it possible for Annie to leave the past behind and trust again?
Millionaire Lover’s of Dublin. Book 2.
An erotic romance with adult content. 18+
She tried to open her eyes, but it was an impossible task. And, she knew why.
They were both bruised, blackened, and swollen shut. If she let herself cry, the tears would have no form of escape.
In truth, she was all cried out.
He had really lost it this time…
Every other time he’d been careful not to hit her in any visible places, but something she had said or done had tipped him over the edge.
She had pretended to be asleep when he’d rolled in at 2 am. He must have been with another woman, but she was past caring.
They were welcome to him.
He was the man she thought she would settle down with, and have ‘the happy ever after’ with.
Handsome and successful.
A good guy.
All his family loved him, and his friends thought that the sun shone out of his backside.
But, she knew the other side of him.
A bone fide, first rate bastard.
Why the hell did she still fight for him?
Why did a small part of her still love him?
She had tried her best to hate him, but she couldn’t.
What sort of a weak, pathetic person did that make her?
When he wasn’t this out of control monster, he was sweet and kind. So, each time, she picked herself up and brushed herself off, and told herself it would be the last time.
He always promised that it would be.
He always lied.
She was preparing herself for the apologies, the flowers, the presents, and the crocodile tears that would undoubtedly be flowing like a river.
This time though, she had no intention of waiting around for them.
She. Was. Done.