“He’s a cop, and cops tend to dig up shit that should stay buried. My fear is I’ll let him get too close and he’ll see who I really am.”
“And, who are you?”
MonaLisa spun around and grinned. “Your greatest fantasy or your worst nightmare.” She erupted in raspy laughter, baring her pearly teeth. “Sometimes I’m both at the same time, which is cool and all, but being a nightmare…” Suddenly, her smile dwindled. “A girl gotta let her demon out to play sometimes.”
Blues singer, Aubrey Anderson finds herself tangled in the reality of her secret desire. Her head tells her to devote her life to the good, steady man, who intends to marry her. But her heart reaches for her childhood friend—British rocker, Ripp Collins.
For the sake of their friendship, Ripp has always respected the distance Aubrey put between them. But once he learns of her engagement, he is no longer willing to bury his feelings for her.
Can he convince her to give into him, despite his bad boy reputation, or will she keep running from the passion they could share?
Dale Brocker moves to the Big Apple for a once in a lifetime job opportunity. Getting acclimated to a new city is never easy, but as he’s waiting on his train in the New York Subway, things take an exciting turn. The sultry voice of a woman catches his attention. The fact that her voice is raised in anger may have been part of the reason why. When he turns his head to see what all the fuss is about, his eyes take in a sight that almost floors him.
The woman’s beauty stuns him, and in that instant, she hijacks his heart, including everything below it.
His thoughts become flooded with images of the two of them together. All he can think about it how to get closer to her. But how does a soft-hearted Florida boy capture the heart of a natural born badass?
He’s about to find out.
Christmas Delights is now available for your reading pleasure!
On Christmas Eve, Tranell Hawkins finds herself in one of the world’s most romantic countries, slaving over work. Seeking a little respite, she steps away from her demanding job and visits a local restaurant. That’s when she captures the attention of a very attractive Frenchman.
The second Stephan lays eyes on her, he has to have her. Despite his reservations, he approaches her. He lures her in with promises of a passionate rendezvous, but he has a secret that may ruin the night he has planned for her.
Fernand has been in a relationship with Stephan for the last couple of years. When Stephan comes home with a gorgeous woman he met at a restaurant, Fernand becomes furious. But after getting a dose of her witty, charming personality, he finds himself captivated with her.
Will Tranell shy away from a night guaranteed to be filled with forbidden pleasures, or allow Stephan and Fernand to take her on a journey she will never forget?
Happy release day for Antares, the 2nd book in the Cross Knight Chronicles!
Years ago, humanity was forced into a Blood War with vampires and shifters. Humans were brought to near extinction. To ensure their survival, the humans who evaded the massacre erected barriers. Within those walls, they created a defense that combats the dark threat looming over the world called the Cross Knight Federation.
Alexis Moonlight kills vampires as a soldier in the Cross Knight Military. And she’s damn good at it! She knows her profession is necessary to protect human life, but she wants to feel alive again. The way she felt before hell’s rejects climbed up from their graves and forced mankind to hide behind walls.
Amid all the blood and war, a man she thought was dead drifts back into her life. Only, he’s not the same man she remembers.
Tristan Marino is no longer the gorgeous Italian guy who knew his way around her body. Her once sensuous lover and best friend is now a deadly vampire. To make matters worse, he had become a general in the White Dragon Legion—a military organization led by vampires.
The man she once loved is now her sworn enemy.
Tristan may have left droves of bodies in his wake pursuing Alexis, but what she doesn’t know is that the real threat resides in the organization she serves. His mission to expose the dark truth within the Federation depends on her help.
How can he convince her to join forces with him when she sees him as nothing more than a monster?
“No,” Alexis whimpered on a trembling gasp. “What have you done?”
Death permeated the air! The bodies of military soldiers littered the massive hall, some mutilated and others drained. Pools of blood flowed out over the marble flooring, matching the crimson splashes along the walls.
Tristan stood there, surrounded by the dead, his lips stained red. Specks of crimson dotted his face and shimmering silver hair. The scarlet glow from his eyes rested on her.
At his feet, the councilmember lay, no longer struggling to breathe. The little life he had left had been snatched away by the creature who stood above him.
Why did he bring me here? Why would he force me to witness this?
“Tristan…” She repeatedly muttered his name, hoping he would tell her to wake up. That this was all just a bad dream. “No, Tristan.” But he didn’t. Why would he, when he was the creator of this nightmare?
As he stood there, posing as the centerpiece of death, not one sign of remorse resided on his beautiful face. In fact, a spark of savage determination flashed in his demonic eyes.
The bloodshed wasn’t over, which meant more people would die by his hand.
A shudder of rage rushed down her spine. Her heart thundered rapidly, her breathing escalated. She clutched the sword in her grip, squeezing it so tight, the leather-wrapped hilt bit into her palm.
“Lexi.” He licked the blood from his lips. “I told you if you knew, you would hate me…”
If I could hate him, I wouldn’t be in this fucked up predicament.
“…That’s why I wanted you to stay in the room.”
No matter how much I love him, I have to stop him. I have to…
Leveling the blade, she scrambled back. She tried to gather her thoughts enough to speak, but the words wouldn’t come to her. Why? She knew he was a vampire. Hell, if he was like the other nightwalkers—mindless, blood-thirsty demons—she could deal with that. But no, he was so much worse than just a vampire. He was a calculated and level-headed, a cold-blooded killer.
He’s a monster!
The scarlet faded from his gaze, giving way to his hypnotic, greyish-blue irises. “You’re right, I AM a monster.” His voice filtered through her mind, increasing her panic. “Fortunately for you, I’m YOUR monster, so what I do next is entirely up to you.”
“Damn you, Tristan.” Tears burned her eyes as she crouched low in a battle stance, sword cocked for the kill.
His lips tilted in a smirk. “Do you find satisfaction in trying to damn a creature that’s already damned?” Unbridled power flowed off of him in smoky waves.
The difference in their strength was ever so clear. Tristan was stronger than her, in a league all of his own. She didn’t have to clash blades with him to know that. Surely the meal he got from the councilman, and anyone else he sucked dry, increased his vampy force. Still, she had to at least try to release him from this dark life.
Frowning, he shook his head. “Don’t do it.”
But I have to. He would slaughter more people if she didn’t.
A burst of fiery resolve stormed through her body, fueling her intent. With a leap forward, she sprinted toward him. Air rushed across her face as her feet barely touched the ground. Like before, when she was tussling with the cat-girl, she moved way faster than she should’ve been able to.
Unstirred, Tristan remained the centerpiece of the kill zone. Then suddenly, he disappeared.
“The vampire of my nightmares just abducted my best friend. I was named one of the strongest knights on the force. And yet, I could do nothing but watch as the fanged demon scooped her up into his arms and disappeared.”
A cyberpunk, dystopian series about friendship, love, betrayal and the survival of mankind.
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Creatures only believed to exist in fantasy novels and horror movies crawled up from their graves and declared in one powerful roar that they were the supreme species.
A teaser from Simone for your reading pleasure…
A little over two months ago, she hijacked my heart. I’d only been in New York for a week. I was in the process acclimating to the metro transportation system when a loud female voice jolted me.
“Yo, what the fuck are you looking at?” she said, her raw tone laced with that New Yorker’s accent.
She garnered the attention of everyone on that car.
I looked up from my phone to find a stunning girl glaring at some dude standing across from her.
“I’m looking at you, mami,” he announced with a smarmy grin.
“I suggest you avert your eyes before I pluck them outta your fuckin’ head, hombre.”
He laughed, which sounded forced. “You ain’t much to look at anyway, uppity black puta.” Hanging on to the railing, he made his way to my end of the car. He may have had the last word, but the scowl on his face indicated that his ego had taken a hit.
After that, I found myself helplessly obsessed with her.
Simone typically sat on the same bench every day, and every day I moved a little closer to her. Took me two months to muster up the courage to sit right across from her. Wonder how long it would take to occupy the same bench as her. I watched her through the throng of bodies swaying with the motion of the car, like I did every morning. I tried many times, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I never could. I was blatantly staring again.
A shudder coasted across the walls of the vehicle, making it lurch.
That’s when she looked up. She glanced to the left then the right and forward, where our gazes clashed.
Oh God, oh God… Oh God! The furious knocking beneath my chest increased. A bout of heat spread throughout my entire body.
Please don’t curse me out. I can’t help but stare.
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There was something in his seductive eyes that said he wasn’t satisfied with her long drawn out, sappy reply. “I have a feeling you asked me about our relationship for a deeper reason.”
“Deeper…” A chesty chuckle rumbled from him. “Why haven’t you told Wes about us?”
Her next breath got caught in her throat. She stared into his bright eyes, unsure on what to say.
“Is it because he’s your lover too?”
Uneasiness swarmed her, chasing her bliss away. She pulled back from him and maneuvered to the edge of the bed.
Surprisingly, he let her move.
She drew the sheet around her body and gazed out the window. The beautiful city of Atlanta and its sparkling nightlights gazed back at her. “You knew?”
“I’ve known from the day we met.”
She’d lied to him. She told him that she and Wes were just really good friends, but apparently, her false words were only convincing to her own ears. “How?”
“The way you two gaze at each other when you think no one is watching…I only pretended to be oblivious to it because I didn’t want to disrespect what you two had, but the day we kissed, all of that changed. I would’ve said something earlier. Although, I didn’t think I was in a position to do so.” That would explain why he needed to know where they stood relationship-wise.
He fell silent, and so did she.
Three men were huddled over a table in the far corner of the bar area, where they conversed, laughed and enjoyed their drinks. Like they’d just stepped off the stage of a Shakespearian play, they sported costumes that were stylishly dated for a Masquerade ball, capes and all. Neither one of them appeared to be in our age bracket. In fact, they looked like cougar bait. That made me feel old.
The one Allison had her eyes on, a smooth cocoa brother with a wavy fade, snapped his attention our way. The two men at his sides―one looked Latin and the other white―followed suit.
Uh-oh. I fidgeted uncomfortably under their steady gazes. Allison, on the other hand, flashed a megawatt smile, assumed a provocative stance and stuck her voluptuous chest out for their scrutiny.
“Looks like they’re going to a Masquerade too.” The words slid off Allison’s tongue like she’d just tasted something scrumptious. “One of every flavor. A yummy man swirl.”
Oh goodness, trouble!
Mischief played in Allison’s steely blue eyes. No doubt about it, I was about to be yanked into an awkward, uncomfortable situation. I started getting the jitters. The pounding beneath my chest grew faster at the sparkle in Allison’s leer and the developing interest from the beautiful young men across the way.
Desperate to get out of the building before Allison made her move, I inched closer to the exit. “Let’s go ahead and get our cab, Ally. Running late, remember?”
Her white gloved hand caught me by the wrist. “Trying to run off on me, honey.”
“I’m trying to go hail a cab. You cussed me out for making us late and now you wanna set us back further?”
“They are worth the set back.” Her eyes glued on the handsome gents, she murmured, “Besides, the party doesn’t jump off until we arrive anyway.”
“No girl, I see what you’re ‘bout to do, and I’m not comfortable with it.” I tried to sound stern and serious, but the alcohol sailing through my system made my voice waver and slur. Dang, I’m a lightweight.
“Uh-huh, right, let’s go see if they’re going to the same ball.”
“Please don’t do this,” I begged as I was pulled across the cream tiles to the bar area. “Allison, don’t…”
The closer we got to the threesome, the hotter they became. By the time we stepped onto the carpeted area, I wasn’t resisting anymore. What’s the use anyway? Allison was going to drag me into the mix one way or another.
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