Friday, April 18, 2014

Redeemed In Shadows Blurb

Sometimes wrongs can be righted and the mistakes of a persons past forgiven.

And sometimes things can go very very wrong...

Gabe,the Harbinger of Death has been Earth-bound for almost two hundred years, his punishment for taking the life of another without cause. He's been trying to atone ever since, by joining the Shadow Unit and befriending the last man he should. Now, with only two weeks left on his sentence, he prepares to leave the team behind for good-but only after training his replacement. 

When the enigmatic Kapua(Xee)Hale appears, tempting his desires, Gabe temporarily forgoes business for a night of pleasure by working her out of his system. 

But will one night be enough

Tensions are high at Shadow Unit headquarters. Loyalties are tested and old debts are called in as the team embarks on a dangerous new mission that exposes Gabriel's dark past. 


Redeemed In Shadows

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Cover Reveal: Bonded In Shadows, A Shadow Unit Novella

When a family celebration threatens to turn into a disaster, there is only one person to blame- Asia Thompson, a member of the pack who also holds the title of Draven’s former first love.

After fighting almost impossible odds, Jes and Draven are finally together, but emotions are high strung now that Asia has shown up unannounced with the intention to take what she thinks she’s entitled to, including Draven.

Dealing with the protocol of Draven’s pack leaves a sour taste in Jes’ mouth. She’s battled every inner demon she has in order to be with her man. She wants their family to be first, not second which is easier said than done when she feels Draven is choosing his pack over family.

The pack has a way of digging their claws into their happily ever-after, pulling Draven further and further from his family’s needs. With Asia’s manipulative schemes combined with the conflict over their daughter’s birthday ritual, the couple’s bond is truly tested.

Join the members of Shadow Unit as they celebrate Family, in Bonded in Shadows a Shadow Unit Novella.

The Method behind the madness, that is the cover.......

There really is a method to all my madness. Seriously! So the other night I was asleep in bed and a dear person (who shall go unnamed), said to me, that this cover wasn't as attractive than all my other covers. That it was plain. My response to that was, thanks for honesty, but there is a method to my "so-called" madness. I wanted to share with you the reason for this particular cover. The fact that it's a novella is really not a huge factor. It truly is the story itself that fashioned this idea in my head. When I talked to my cover-artist Stephanie I told her I wanted something that was solid, tangible. This is what I saw in my head. A bond is solid, you can feel it. If its a strong bond, no matter the situation, no matter the beating. It will last. Point Blank. Real Talk.

Friday, August 2, 2013

Burned In Shadows Out Now!

Royce Zarides has accepted his hand dealt by fate. He's loved and left far too many women. In the bedroom that is. But one kiss from Belinda Raine Ignis was all it took for his eyes to open. Is she really the woman meant for him and his brother Ronin? Or will history only repeat itself? That's the million dollar question he doesn't want to answer.

Ronin does not believe that Belinda is for him and his brother. But one night with her isn't enough. Even when he sees her for who and what she really is, Ronin still has a hard time expressing his emotions where Belinda is concerned, and time is running out now that she's to ascend to the status of Matria of the Phoenix Enclave.

Belinda (Bells) Ignis is good at ignoring men. She's had her share of heartache. Jilted at the altar by her first love, she's sworn all men off for good. Her mother and Matria of her community has other plans in mind, as well as the Zarides brothers. When faced with the heated glances of Ronin and the smooth tongue of Royce, what's a girl to do?

The clock is ticking down for certain members of the Shadow Unit. Draven assumed dead, leaves a sour taste in every ones mouth. Jes' new found abilities make for a great addition to the team. But when things seem to settle, they only get worse, as the team sets out to discover the origins of Mr. Black and the notorious Red Sun Organization. Secrets are uncovered and deals are made that result in a deadly blow to all involved.




OUT NOW! YAY 

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Shadow Reel: Gabe

As I said, I wanted to give everyone a little inside to what's been going on down at Shadow Unit Central. I don't have a picture of Dietrich, and both Reels put you in certain spots during Burned. Here is a what's going on in Gabe's world and yes its a bit of a spoiler of things to come, but not too big a spoiler. Feel free to ask questions. I will most likely answer them, as long as I am able.
SHADOW REELS: GABE


Gabe dragged his fingers through his hair for what seemed like the millionth time. There was no other way to get around things. He could run, but where would that get him? It’d get him locked up for all eternity, that’s what. Not acceptable. They should lengthen his stay here among the humans. He hadn’t interfered, hell, he rarely gave his opinion to anyone.  He might have cracked a few jokes here and there, but never with cruelty. He didn’t even blanch at the idea of calling the search off for Stone. Even when he’d been declared dead, and it seemed everyone had thrown in the towel. He’d offered no words of comfort or advice. Even Jesminda, who was devastated and refused to believe her mate was gone, he’d said nothing. She believed he was out there somewhere lost, and badly injured. Any immortal still licking their wounds after all this time, were better off dead.


                The computer screens flickered to life, breaking him out of his thoughts. The Bio Signatures were complete. Everyone on the team was in the system. Jes and the Phoenix Bells included. The system surrounding the building’s perimeter would detect any outsider. Coupled with the wards the local coven had set; it would provide feedback and alert them of any dangers. The glow from the monitors lit up his workstation and the darkness beyond. He kept himself busy most days. Gathering Intel, people watching on the monitors, even the occasional porn kept him company. A man had to keep up on his skills right? Maybe today would be a good day for a stroll. Stroll? People didn’t say stroll anymore, they said things like, “let’s roll” or “kick rocks”. Which happened to be one of Royce’s terms. He only had a little over a month left. How would his teammates feel when he revealed his true self? The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Hopefully they would see it that way.

                There was a time when he only saw black and white, right and wrong. There was a time he’d have sung the song of justice and delivered it just as quickly. Pansy Could he even call himself that? Sure, he hadn’t been honest with himself or his team. Pretty soon they would be on opposite sides of this war. Gabe heard him first, before he saw his visitor. He was in the corner of his office, and the shadows seemed to shrink away revealing a being with grayish silver metallic skin and eyes blacker than the abyss he came from, Greyson.


                “You over think things.” The Seraph said as he stepped past the shadows.  He was an Angel of War. But not just any Seraph, he and his brothers were the Warrior Angels. Slaves to the bands that were wrapped tightly around their neck. Only their mates could save them, and the Nubi were extinct. So much for the happily-ever-after.


                “You’re dramatic.” Gabe shot back.

                “I’ve come to issue warning.”

                Always with the warnings. As if he hadn’t had enough during his two hundred year sentence. Okay, he’d play along.

                “What warning?”

                “Don’t interfere in this upcoming battle.”

            Direct, but still elusive. What upcoming battle? Greyson was almost seven feet tall his shoulders were so wide, they cast their own shadows. Shoulder length charcoal hair, that sometimes looked silver at night settled in what women called silky waves around his head. It was the collar that drew your attention. A metal not found of this world, with the power to make its wearer powerless to your commands. Greyson and his brothers had managed to kill the original owner, but not before learning that the slave collar came with a curse. Only their mates could remove it, and their mates were a race of warrior women called the Nubi, who were slaughtered by the mother of all demons, Lilith.

            Females still fell at Grey’s feet, and who was he to offer warning? It was their funeral. He on the other hand wasn’t afforded the luxury of a woman’s touch. Most of his time was spent in the computer room, operating the controls, making sure security was tight. There wasn’t time for frolicking. Frolicking?  Damn his age was showing.

            “Do I ever interfere?” Gabe said as an afterthought.

            Greyson gave him a look that asked, did he really want the answer to his urbane question.

            “You are not to interfere.” The seraph repeated crossing his arms over his chest. He was standing at his full height, the top of his hairs touched the ceiling and for a moment Gabe envied him. He’d volunteered for Earth duty. He still would if given the chance again. But a huge part of him also missed his true nature. He was meant to be free of pain, free from emotions. But as the years went on, he’d grown accustomed to this form. To things his current body needed, longed for. The basics hungers of any man. Sleep, food and sex. He’d been waking up with the hard on from hell, six weeks running. He craved to sink into the flesh of a female, craved to taste a woman’s kiss and run his tongue through her wet folds.  His body went taught with lust, and Greyson huffed in exasperation.

            “I never want to feel as you feel right now Gabriel.”

            Yeah, well the Seraph had the curse going for him to prevent that.

            “Your point?”

            “Emotions are for the weak. They hinder the bearer their lucidity.”

            “You’re entitled to your opinion, but what about the Pleasure Angels?”

            Pleasure Angels, were exactly what their title said, pleasure. Any type any being could possibly imagine, those greedy nymphs would do it all.

            “They are used for the edge that builds up due to war. I don’t coddle those females, and unlike my brothers, I don’t visit the same one twice.”

            Greyson turned his head from left to right, cracking his neck, and looking at his surroundings. He returned his black gaze to face Gabe. It was said his eyes hadn’t always been black, but a shade of purple even deeper than Dravaggios. Compliments of his mother who was a Valkyrja. A female of Nordic descent who decided the fate of Vikings on the battle field. Greyson’s father had captured her and kept her for hundreds of years until she bore him a son. Grey, the product on their union, had his father’s looks, but his mother’s black heart. He had four other brothers who all had different mothers and all mean bastards just like the one who stood before him now, passing judgment. The would-be jailors if he stepped over the line.

            “Regardless, you still make use of your body’s needs.”    

            “You should have joined with us when you had the chance Death bringer.”

            “Wrong Angel, that’s Azrael’s job.”

            “For now.”

            Yeah, Az was up there bringing in the souls, but Gabe was the one who did the dirty work. He killed indiscriminately and without cause, never asked questions when he was given the scroll of the dead. He’d do his job like a good little drone.

            “I am not here to go over the semantics of who does what. I’ll be back in four weeks. Don’t make me chase you Gabriel, Harbinger of Death.”

            Greyson stepped closer, almost toe to toe and looked down at Gabe.

            “Four weeks.”

            He understood, in four weeks he’d be relinquishing his post. Leaving the Shadow Unit. He’d return to his true self. Killing was his business, and business was good.   

           

Shadow Reel: Dietrich Johnson

Here is another Shadow Reel, this one featuring Dietrich. If I had to picture D he would look something like this guy does on the left. All cut curves and hard ridges. Work of art right?  As I said both this reels and Gabes happen at different times during Burned In Shadows. This particular reel includes a cameo from Belinda Raine Ignis aka Bells. Hope you enjoy!



Shadow Reel: Dietrich Johnson


The sounds of Lil Wayne’s Six Foot Seven Foot, was blaring in the Units workout room as Dietrich went through his third set of Kata's. It relaxed him, made him less confrontational. He knew he was a dick. Liked it that way. But now with the bird under the roof, things were getting crazy. The night at the landing strip he acted as if he didn’t know her. How could he forget her? She was the biggest mistake, and greatest salvation all in one.

      He’d lied to her, made her promises and broke every single one. Why? Because he was motherfucking Dietrich Johnson, that’s why.  Fuck what everyone else thought or said about him. He couldn’t see himself tied down to her. Belinda Raine Ignis was a breath of fresh air in his smog infested life. She’d taught him how to fight for what he wanted. She took his bitch ass attitude and made him a hardcore bastard. He thanked her for it every day.  
       He just wasn’t going to be shackled to her. Fuck that! He loved Bells, but not like that. She was a friend, a sister. So, why did you fuck her? He cringed at the last thought. Bells was nothing, if not eager to learn. She’d been so innocent and ripe for the taking. Her skin became a rippling shade of warm red, when she was flushed with arousal and smelled like forbidden fruit. She'd been intoxicating back then.  But the moment he’d spent himself deep inside of her, something happened. He’d hated himself, and her for what she’d made him do. Defiling her in that way seemed forbidden.  He bit back a groan and pushed himself harder. Belinda did not do it for him. He didn’t want someone who could submit under his touch. He wanted a fighter, someone with fire in her veins, so the sex would be battle filled. He only wanted to fuck her, not mater her. It wasn’t his thing.

            He wasn’t a man-whore like that shit for brains Royce, but he’d seen his share of panties. The fact that the bastard now had eyes for Belinda, bugged him. Not in the way of a jealous lover, but of a protective brother. He didn’t give a fuck about the why of it, but he wasn’t about to allow Royce or his wannabe Pitch Dark, Chronicles of Riddick, I eat brains for dinner brother Ronin set their sights on her either. They were trying to tag team her, and that shit wasn’t cool.  The twins were even more fucked up than he was.

            There as a knock at the door and Dietrich ignored it. It became incessant, and it seemed like the visitor wasn’t leaving.

            “Fuck off.” He yelled at the door.

            It opened and LiL Wanye stopped at that moment to allow Kendrick Lamar and Dr. Dre take center stage. He knew without looking it was her.

            “Dietrich?” She said over the Lyrics to The Recipe.

            He stopped mid kick and walked over to his IPod and turned down the music. He grabbed his shades and turned to face her.

            “Sup.”

            “Really? That’s how you’re gonna act?

            He stood there, not answering her, and why should he? There was nothing to say.  She walked the rest of the way into the room, closing the door with her foot.

            “Nothing at all? I don’t even deserve an apology?

            Clingy fucking female. Did she really expect she would get one? He’d say thank you before he'd say sorry. She was really pushing her luck. Fucking dame.

            “What?”

            “We were supposed to get blood bonded.”

            “Female, it’s in the past. I wasn’t into you.”

            She recoiled at his words, and he felt bad all of sixty seconds before coming to terms with his dickheadedness.

            “Fine.” She turned and left the gym, slamming the door. It was for the best. She didn’t want to be bonded to him. He was positive he’d never be able to wake her after her death. Sleeping Beauty was a story not reality. Her mother Surelle was good at playing head games with those in and out of her Enclave, but not him. She could suck a dick for all he cared, as long as it wasn’t his.  Pass the Courvoisier started playing and D turned his music back up and decided the bag was his next target.

            Fuck’em all, Royce, Ronin, and Belinda. He hoped they fucked each other until Kingdom Come. Because he didn’t give a got damn now. Who did she think she was coming in to his personal space, and demanding answers? He answered to no one. Not even fucktard Dravaggio. The team was lucky he even stayed around. He didn’t stay for them, but for himself. For a chance at revenge and he’d have it soon enough. The captain had already started making the plans.

            He let the vibes from the music lead him through a series of kicks and punches. He was a man, one of the last remaining Primoris Walkers. He wasn’t some run of the muck walker, he was bad ass, and that kind of title held a lot of clout in his hood. 

            D hit the bag one more time for good measure and walked over to the small frig. What could have been called a smile tilted the corners of his mouth. Faith had left him a present. A water bottle with Grape Kool-Aid, his favorite. The little cub was smart and she gave him a wide berth. She was the only one who didn’t test his boundaries. He grabbed the bottle and took it to the head. It was sweet and cold, just the way he liked it.  He really did like the little girl. She was the only one he liked. Too bad her dad was an asshole. They’d called off the search and he knew he should have said something, but he was extraction, not search and rescue. If you weren’t at the designated spot assigned for pick up. Your ass got left.

            Dietrich grunted and grabbed his towel off the back of the weight bench and trashed the bottle of water, in the recycling bin. It was time to get laid, and there was a really nice piece of Vampiri ass on the sixth floor he wanted to dig into.



Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Excerpt: Burned In Shadows


Excerpt: 
Adrenaline pumped viciously through Jes’ body as she took the stairs three at a time. She didn’t even break a sweat. Marcus was escaping, and it didn’t matter that he was on the shoulder of the man dressed in black, and how very “bad guy” of him to have a mask covering his face. Keeping his identity must have been key for this little mission he was on. She shouldn’t be surprised; the leader of the Red Sun Organization obviously wanted his puppet back. She was gaining on the masked man, and he didn’t seem to mind. Cocky bastard! Just because Jes was a female, men felt she was weaker, inferior, to their intelligence and strength. Well wasn’t he in for a surprise. Her legs pumped harder as they both reached the top of the landing at the same time. The door wasn’t a pull but a push. Dummy. Guess he thought he could pull it open and instead pulled the door off its hinge.
Jes used his fumble to her advantage and kicked out with her foot and pushed him, Marcus and the door forward into the hall. His head made a silent thump against the metal. What a fucking douche! He didn’t drop Marcus either, the Neanderthal was going to try and take her down with one arm. Did he think he would best her because she was a woman, and he was a man? Bring it! Jes thought to herself. She didn’t give him time to think, she reached forward with her right hand while punching him in the chest with her open palmed left hand. He shot backwards again, and she yanked with her right, clasping onto Marcus’ dead weight. The intruder must have knocked him out. He was limp and extremely heavy. With her new found strength, she was able to yank him from the other guys grasp. He reached out and grabbed her by the throat pressing inward. Why did men always go for a woman’s throat? All this did was piss her off more. He pulled her closer as he tried to choke the life from her. Her skin tingled with power and her canines elongated. Canines? When the fuck did she get Dracula teeth? No time to figure that out now. Darkness was threatening to cloud Jes’ brain, but there was also that buzzing noise in the back her brain. Something was happening, and she didn’t understand why. So many changes had already taken hold of her physically and mentally it was hard to keep up at times.
Everything was still brand new to her, some days she knew herself other days she didn’t. It was the days she didn’t understand that scared her. Tonight was one of those days, as her mouth filled with teeth she never had before. The mood changing eyes she could deal with, the inhuman super strength, sure why not, but fangs? Fangs were not on her list of cool attributes to have. The intruder currently trying to squeeze the life out of her, stilled. The air was agitated with his aggressiveness, she could smell it, but beneath it was doubt. Doubt? He doubted himself, and she was going to exploit his weakness to her advantage. Jes brought her hands between his arms and pushed down with all her strength. She loosened his grip on her neck and backed up, taking large gulps of air. His head tilted to the side, and he examined her. He actually took a break from his “bad guy” duties and gazed at her with black, cold eyes.
Great she was dealing with one of those strong psycho killing silent types. Those estranged men who never had the pleasure of sleeping with a woman or being around one for that matter. They just stared. She hated she even had the time to acknowledge that. Ronin said never let her guard down. Not now, not never again. Her scars may have been physically gone, erased from her body, but the memories lingered. She was still a damaged fucked up shell of a woman, more now than before with the loss of her mate,
Draven.
A flash of green caught her eyes as the masked man stared at her for long moments. He was walking closer, one hand outstretched as if he would help her. His body language said he was sorry, but the air in the room was still filled with male testosterone and the anger that clung to it. Who was this man? As he reached slowly toward her, Jes took her chance. She reached forward as if to take his hand. Closer.....Closer...... Contact! She pulled him down to the concrete floor, her boot to his throat and pressed. He struggled, grabbed at her boot and twisted. Pain exploded in her ankle and spread up her leg, but she quickly recovered and fell, full straddle on top of him. Squeezing hard with her thighs, she gripped his side and began to choke him. The masked man choked and coughed, wrestling his head back and forth. When his body went lax beneath her thighs, she loosened.
Deep breaths sustained her shaking body. She was so amped up on adrenaline she didn’t think she’d come down. Her fangs were still making their debut appearance when Bells finally made the top of the landing. How long had the fight actually lasted? She was doubled over and trying to catch her breath. Damn had she gotten faster? What seemed like minutes must have happened in a shorter span of time.
“Dude, you fucking have fangs now?” Bells asked breathlessly.
“Um, yeah. I guess I do know.”
“Is he dead?”
“No he’s out, I think.” Jes was about to get off the body, but she wanted to see who the intruder was, wondering why he’d come for Marcus. He was large, but she was used to seeing large men, she sparred with two giants every day. Jes bent forward and pulled off the mask and froze. All the air from her body dissipated in a cloud of heartfelt confusion and sadness. She’d had dreams about this moment, nightmares too. Every single time the outcome had always been the same. Even in her nightmares the ending was what she wanted. But now, something was seriously wrong with this picture, and from the loud explosion of breath that Bells let rip from her chest, Jes knew she wasn’t dreaming.
Why? Why would he do this to her? Where had he been these past six weeks? They’d looked for him, the entire team had scrounged that warehouse from top to bottom and found nothing. Not even a body. She wanted to shout with victory and scream in agony, all in the same breath, but nothing came out. Raw, powerful emotions bombarded her senses. She was shaking and her vision blurred. Jes let out a scream that would have damaged anyone else’s vocal chords, all her rage, hurt, and desperation escaped in one long agonizing scream.
Draven, it was Draven underneath the mask. Black eyes flashed open and turned forest green before turning back to the inky black. He pushed up and grabbed her by the arms and flung her into the wall. Jes’ body hit with a sickening thud. He’d thrown her, but why? Did he not want her anymore? Was this really real? Or was she dreaming this all up? The pain was too real and too much for her to do anything but lay broken against the wall. Was this all her fault? Had her rejection and not being able to tell him how she genuinely felt caused this? Blood filled her throat and over flowed into her mouth, and she didn’t care. Her body was slowly repairing itself, she could feel it, Jes didn’t try to move, she could only watch as Draven quickly righted himself. Draven, her mate and father of her five year old daughter was alive.
He quickly dragged an unconscious Marcus out the opening of the door without a backward glance. She’d come face to face with the only man she’d ever truly wanted and he’d walked out of her life again, for the third time.++


Sunday, October 21, 2012

Burned In Shadows: Blurb


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Royce Zarides has accepted his hand dealt by fate. He's loved and left far too many women, in the bedroom that is. But one kiss from Belinda Raine Ignis was all it took for his eyes to open. Is she really the woman meant for him and his brother Ronin? Or will history only repeat itself? That's the million dollar question he doesn't want to answer.

Ronin does not believe that Belinda is for him and his brother. But one night with her isn't enough. Even when he sees her for who and what she really is, Ronin still has a hard time expressing his fears and emotions where Belinda is concerned, and time is running out now that she's to ascend to the status of Matria of the Phoenix Enclave.

Belinda (Bells) Ignis is good at ignoring men. She's had her share of heartache. Jilted at the altar by her first love, she's sworn all men off for good. Her mother and Matria of her community has other plans in mind, as well as the Zarides brothers. When faced with the heated glances of Ronin and the smooth tongue of Royce, what's a girl to do?

The clock is ticking down for certain members of the Shadow Unit. Draven assumed dead, leaves a sour taste in every ones mouth. Jes' new found abilities make for a great addition to the team. But when things seem to settle, they only get worse, as the team sets out to discover the origins of Mr. Black and the notorious Red Sun Organization. Secrets are uncovered and deals are made that result in a deadly blow to all involved.

Coming February 2013…