Monday, December 30, 2013

For a limited time books 1 and 2 in my Hunters Series are both on sale for $0.99. Get yours today as these prices won't last long!

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

The Gypsy's Dance

Only $0.99 until Jan. 1st.

Get your copy today!!!

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Congratulations to my Winter Warmer's Blog Hop Giveaway!!

Donna Newman

Please email me to claim your prize!
*Please note*
You'll have 48 to hours to contact me before we select another name.

A big thank you to everyone who stopped by during the hop! Make sure to keep an eye on my website, my FB page and my twitter page for upcoming giveaways!!!

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Winter Warmers Giveaway!!

Welcome to the next stop on the Winter Warmers Giveaway Blog Hop!
One lucky winner (to be chosen by random) will win my entire
Curse Breaker's Trilogy.
The trilogy focuses on three friends and their paranormal lovers.
Be forwarned...
These romantic reads are steamy enough to keep you warm on a cold winter's night!

Continue on for revamped version of Clement Clarke Moore's poem "A Visit from St. Nicholas" or more commonly known as "Twas the Night Before Christmas Poem" and a rafflecopter for the giveaway!

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
 not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
 in hopes they'd be filled books about weres.

Romance readers were nestled and snug in their beds,
while visions of vampires ran through their heads.
My latest romance I finished in a snap,
so I just settled in for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

                                                       Away to the window I flew like a flash,

                                                   Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the crest of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to persons below.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than vampires his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of books, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of books he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a book seller, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Hi guys! Gotta a giveaway going on over on my page right now celebrating my 700 likes benchmark - prize is winner's choice! Come join the fun! The Raffle will be open until next Sunday.

Friday, December 6, 2013

Over the course of the next several weeks my books will be removed completely from the website and from the Barnes and Noble website (However the print books will remain available for purchase through Barnes and Noble). This is primarily due to Amazon offering me better advertising options and the fact that most of my sales do come from I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause my nook users. 

Sunday, December 1, 2013

On Sale Now...


When Luc and Anika decide to leave the present behind to spend sometime in the past, Adrienne immediately jumps in to help Lizzy run their antique shop. What she wasn’t expecting was to be kidnapped by Tony.

With Anika missing for over a month, Tony decides to take drastic measures and kidnap the young French woman who’s been working in her place. With enough motivation he’s hoping that he’ll learn everything he needs to know about where Anika went and how to get her back.

The Reston house is in turmoil. Luc and Anika return to help with the search while Lorenzo and Will exhaust the resources at their disposal. As a last ditch effort, Anika suggests using magic to find Adrienne forcing Luc and Lorenzo on a journey to the past to find the only person with magic strong enough to bring back the woman they all love.


“Are you sure you want this… me?” Lorenzo asked one last time. “Because you have stolen my heart Adrienne and I won’t let you leave with it.”

Adrienne sat up on her elbows making Lorenzo push back further from her. She reached one hand up to his neck and brought his face down to hers and kissed him reverently on the mouth, “Je vous aime Lorenzo.”

Lorenzo shook his head and smiled, “I’m sorry Adrienne. I don’t know what that means.”

Adrienne chewed her bottom lip while trying to remember the proper English translation. When it finally came to her she grinned, “I love you Lorenzo.”