Author Spotlight: Close Enemy by Sandra Dailey

I’m delighted to have Sandra Daily visiting today to share her latest release, CLOSE ENEMY! Sandra is also sharing a bit about being a twin – part of a set – just like the twin brothers in Close Enemy and her first book, Common Enemy. Please help her feel welcome!


CloseEnemy_w10168_300Caleb McCrae is a powerful man with a broken soul. In six years, Leah was the only person to help him forget the painful memories, but only for one night. Now she seems to have disappeared. A mysterious letter arrives, and she’s in trouble…in more ways than one.

Leah Fletcher’s life is complicated. To care for her drug and alcohol addicted mother she works at a sleazy men’s club…until she finds out she’s pregnant and is framed for a crime that lands her in jail. When a stranger visits, she learns her troubles have just begun.

Bogdan Petrov has waited eleven years to get back the money Leah’s father stole from him. Despite her denials, he knows she’s hiding it. He’s arranged to infiltrate every part of her life until he gets what he wants, but soon realizes that an unknown person is doing the same to him.

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Being Part of a Set:

Hi Abigail! Thanks for letting me drop by your beautiful blog today. I needed a break from promoting my new release, Close Enemy. You know how hectic the month before and after the release date can be.

Close Enemy is the sequel to my last book, Common Enemy. I guess you could say they’re a set. Both books are stand-alone, but they feature the same twin brothers, Caleb and Connor McCrae. Twins tend to sneak into a lot of my writing. I guess it’s because I’m a twin and it seems natural. Yes, I am part of a set.

People seem to be curious about twins. Guess what – we’re just as curious about you. When my sister and I were little we worried about how lonely single kids must be. We’d discuss all the advantages they missed out on, like sharing a wardrobe, books and records. We worked together on our chores and were invited to the same parties.

After we were married we realized that it wasn’t always easy for our husbands. Our closeness to each other wasn’t greater than our relationships to our spouses, but equally important. In times of triumph or tragedy, we frequently clung together, leaving them out. It takes a special kind of man to handle that, and we seem to have hit the jack-pot.

When our children were born we shared them as easily as we had our toys. They all grew up more like siblings than cousins and knew they had a back-up mom.

The greatest thing about being a twin is having someone you can be yourself with, not having to hold anything back, and never having to face life alone.

In this excerpt from Close Enemy, Caleb is reliving the worst tragedy of his life, wondering if he’ll ever deserve happiness:


The accident had been his fault no matter what the law said. There’d been no restitution to pay, no cure for his broken heart, no way to earn back his soul. Fingers of despair circled his throat and tightened. He couldn’t breathe.

Like a miracle, his brother walked into the room. Connor sat next to him and slid the album off his lap. When his hand touched Caleb’s back, he couldn’t stop himself. He grabbed Connor like a drowning man grabbing a branch. He held on tightly and let hot tears of anger and frustration fall.

“You’re really here. Why are you here?” Caleb wiped a sleeve across his eyes and sank into the sofa. He was grateful that masculine embarrassment didn’t exist between him and his twin.

“I’m just here for the day, but I can stay longer if you need me. I took a commuter flight to attend a deposition.”

“There’s no way I’d take you from your family.”

“You’re my family too, Cal.” Connor walked to the wet bar and made them each a tall glass of ice water. “I’ve got some time to kill, if you need to talk.”

My question to our guests: If you’re part of a set, how do you feel about it? If you’re a single kid, what are the advantages?



HPIM0072Sandra Dailey lives with her husband and mother in a small town in North Florida, far from the maddening crowds. Her children and grandchildren all live close and keep her ridiculously busy and active. Her passions are reading, writing, and crafts. Her addictions are coffee, chocolate, and football. Her aversions are cooking, housework and negative people. She loves to hear from fellow readers and writers, so get in touch.






Naming a New World

One of my very favorite things to do when starting a new series and creating a new world is coming up with the naming conventions. I’ll let you in on a little secret… I suck at making up totally new words. I mean it. It is definitely not a strength of mine.

Play to Your Strengths
So I’m guessing that you’re now wondering why it’s on of my favorite things? It’s because rather than force myself through the knothole of this shortcoming, I play to one of my strengths… a love of history and other cultures and societies. I have always been fascinated by stories of people different than me, or who lived in an era so totally different than mine.

Borrow and Incorporate
I take that interest and try to incorporate it into my stories… particular into my naming conventions. And Google is my biggest ally in this endeavor. It allows me quick access to a LOT of information. The first book I did this with was Blue Violet. My editor suggested I come up with a term for the fated love situation that happened. She also suggested a name for people with powers, cause constantly referring to them as “people with powers” gets old quick.

Svatura Series – Roma Culture
I decided to go with a Roma (or gypsy) background. I landed on this group for two reasons. First they were native to Europe, or at least found there during the time periods my main characters would have been there. So the history fit. The history also fit in that they would have been more accepting of “people with powers” at a time when those people would have been burned for witchcraft by other people in those areas/eras. This  allowed me to build them into my history more thoroughly.

The other big reason was easy access to terminology – there are websites with lists of words in the Roma language. This means that I was able to use “te’sorthene” for fated love. The Roma term means “friend bonded by heart/spirit”. “Vyusher” means wolf. “Darane” and “Svatura” mean “supernatural” and “stories” respectively. The language aspects fit perfectly with the world I was building.

Shadowcat Nation Series – Native American Culture
I’m using this same tactic with the Shadowcat Nation series – a new series I’m writing the first book for now. In this series I am having my cougar shifters be descendants of Iroquois Native Americans. My research shows that these people appreciated, and possibly created deities of the animals. Factions did call themselves the “Shadowcat Nation.”

And, once again, I’m able to use some terminology from these amazing people (although finding words used commonly between tribes is harder). For example, a “Dare” in my story is a group of cougar shifters modeled after African lion prides. Cougars don’t naturally travel in prides like lions do, so I had to come up with a term for it. “Dare” comes from a term “awa dare” which means “we live in.” But it also sounds a lot like many animal group names – pride of lions, murder of crows, school of fish… a dare of cougars. Makes sense right?

Maybe one day I’ll be making the big bucks that allow me to actually research these incredible cultures in person, rather than just on the Internet. But my main point in all of this is that you don’t have to make it up – especially if you’re like me and not very good at that. Incorporate history and words from unusual and interesting sources already in existence. It helps give your story some more depth and background as well as giving you ideas for terminology.

Svatura Aging Timeline

I’m going to geek out in this blog post – just warning you up front. While I have a creative side that is expressed through my writing, by day I am a business analyst and totally love my spreadsheets. I am also a paranormal/fantasy/science fiction geek and I find details to be important in those genres. A major detail in the Svatura series, and one I’ve been asked about quite a bit, is the aging rate for my characters.

Svatura age slower than humans. In Blue Violet I alluded to this, and you can roughly assume they live around 2000 years vs. 100 years based on how long Ellie and Griffin’s great-grandfathers were alive. I also dated Ellie/Griffin by referring to some historical contexts like Abraham Lincoln. As I got into the writing of Hyacinth I had to reference even more dates and times and ages. So the question I decided to solve with my spreadsheet is… exactly how do the Svatura age?

Okay – here’s where I geek out….

Try #1 – Linear Model – Rejected
So first I tried linear aging which is basically a 20:1 comparison. For every 20 human years, a Svatura only ages 1 year. Here’s the problem with that… Svatura would be 1 year old for 20 years. Puberty would last for about 100 years. You’d be 99 for 20 years. That’s a lot of years to go through those ages.

Try #2 – Slow Down/Speed Up Model – Close But No Cigar
So then I decided that Svatura age at the same rate as humans through childhood and puberty would trigger a slow down of aging. I had to make sure that the years still added up to 100 years aged appearance = 2000 actual years. But I still had the issue of being 99 for a very long time (even longer actually since I cut ~12-13 years out of the aging process). So getting closer, but not quite there.

Try #3 – Slow Down/Speed Up with a Curve – Score!
In my final model I kept the aging slow down triggered at puberty, but I added a curve. The aging slows down incrementally from the beginning of puberty at 12 to end of puberty at 20. Then, once puberty is over, aging speeds back up  but at a slower rate. By the time Svatura are 99, they’re only 99 for 1 year. Svatura are 20 for the longest spending 46 years at that age. See my aging matrix by decade to the right (and yes, I do have it broken down to the year).

Apply the Model to Established Timelines
After I got the aging rates figured out I had to make sure they made sense with what timeline I’d already established. So I created a spreadsheet that calculates a character’s age in actual years based on the year they were born vs. the year of a specified event or activity. Then it looks up the age they appear to be based on the aging matrix and their actual years alive. See some examples for Ellie/Griffin below.

The good news is that the model works very well (for the most part) with all timelines previous established. I have the above breakout for all the main characters and even some minor ones so that I can make sure all their ages and back-stories work both for them as well as against other characters. As I wrote Hyacinth I plugged any new characters or events into my calculator to check for continuity.

Now I will admit that there is one teensy-tiny flaw in my model… Svatura spend about 800 years in appearing to be in the 20s and 30s. This means that – based on my calculations – Hugh/Lucy and Charlotte/Dexter – while parents of older teens, still appear to be in their 30s. I did originally picture them more in their 40s or even 50s. I’m still debating if I need to adjust how the model works to try to fix this.

What do you think? Is that an acceptable flaw? Can you fellow math geeks out there think of any other issues I may have missed? Thanks for letting me geek out for a minute with you. I hope you found the aging matrix as interesting as I did while I had fun making it!

My Top 10 Princess Bride Quotes

Guest Post Re-Post: Originally posted 6/23/2014 on Boom Baby Reviews as a guest post – part of my Black Orchid blog tour organized by Masquerade Crew.


The Princess Bride is one of my favorite movies of all time – second only to Star Wars IV. In Black Orchid I had a lot of fun incorporating quotes from the movie as a way to show that Nate’s often goofy personality survived the other changes. It’s also his way of flirting with Adelaide. In my opinion, almost every single line from the film is quotable. I could go on for two hours (or the length of the film) doing it. Here are my 10 favs with a quick reason why. Hope you enjoy!

10. Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
I like this one because I think every person I know has quoted it at some point or other.

9. Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.
I think every closet romantic – and even some of us open romantics – love this concept.

8. You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept.
I use this with my kids all the time. Drives them nuts.

7. You’ve been mostly dead all day.
What I love about this is that Westley just accepts that explanation.

6. Inconceivable!
The best part about this one is the line Inigo has eventually… “You keep using that world. I do not think it means what you think it means.”

5. Have fun stormin’ the castle!
The entire seen with Miracle Max is hilarious. One of the funnies in cinematic history.

4. Now more rhymes, now. I mean it. Anybody want a peanut?
Any time someone makes a rhyme – especially if it’s inadvertent – this pops into my head. You get some confused looks when you just say the peanut line. Lol.

3. Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday.
Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam… And wuv, tru wuv, will fowow you foweva… So tweasure your wuv.

2. To the pain.
This works for so many things. I say it when I eat too much. Especially if I top it off with dessert.

1. As you wish.
The best line any man could ever say to the woman he loves. Especially when she’s being a total brat. Lol.

If you’re a fan of the movie and I missed one of your favs, please share! Or if you have your own quotable movie, I’d love to hear about it.


Are Her Nightmares Real?

Hyacinth-NewRelease.fwHyacinth, the second book of Svatura series is about Griffin and Selene,taking up from where Blue Violet left off. Here is a quick excerpt from the beginning of the book. Selene has a nightmare, but is it simply that, or is she turning into a monster?

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The nightmare had started the same as all the others….

She was in her wolf form which was always different than her human self—enhanced sight and more sensitive hearing, attuned to the sounds of the night, and her point of view was lower to the ground. In this dream, she’d been watching a house from the deep shadows of the woods. It was nighttime, and with the lights on inside the house she was watching, she had an easy view of the inhabitant—a middle-aged woman who appeared to be alone. The urge to hurt that woman filled her, overflowing into a barely contained snarl of aggression.

What is happening to me? Confusion swept through Selene. Her urge made absolutely no sense. She’d never deliberately harmed another being in her life.

She started to move, as though her body had a will of its own. She wasn’t in control, the need to kill dictating her actions. Selene prowled over to a small patio that extended from the back of the house. She stopped within feet of the structure and crouched low in a pool of moonlight. Her white form blended in perfectly, rendering her almost invisible.

And there she waited. But the rational part of Selene had no idea what she was waiting for exactly. It was as though her dream-self had been here before, stalked this woman, and knew something was about to happen.

Selene didn’t recognize where she was. She was sure she’d never been to this place when she was awake. What was she doing here? Panic started to set in, she could feel it in the thumping of her heart. Or maybe it wasn’t panic, maybe it was anticipation for the kill. Her thoughts were all tangled up. What was wrong with her?

The fur on her back bristled, and Selene realized that a moment of no return was fast approaching. Her keen hearing picked up the soft tread of the woman inside the house, followed by the click of the door handle. Her muscles coiled more tightly, ready to pounce. The door opened, a ray of light from inside just missing the spot where Selene was hidden, and the woman stepped out onto the patio.

Selene felt her body spring into the air.

No! No! No! She tried to hold herself back, make herself stop. But she couldn’t.

Screams pierced the night air, ringing in Selene’s ears as she slammed into the woman. Selene sank her sharp teeth into the sweet spot at the back of the woman’s neck. Bones crunched under the pressure of her jaws and the sharp, metallic taste of blood surged into her mouth. The woman continued her screeching, thrashing around hysterically under Selene’s deadly grasp. With a guttural growl, Selene clamped down harder before she shook the woman like a rag doll. She felt the satisfying crack when the woman’s neck snapped.

Then, as suddenly as the nightmare had started, darkness consumed her and she jerked awake to find she was safe in her bedroom.


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The mind may forget, but the heart never will.

Only oblivion can stop her pain. Adelaide Jenner feels nothing…she is completely numb inside. Her fated love abandoned her and joined their enemy. On that day, her sister turned off all Adelaide’s emotions in order to save her from a heartbreak that could push her over the edge of sanity. But the great power she claims, wielded without compassion or love, can only lead to more pain.

Nate Pierce believes Adelaide used her extraordinary powers to deceive him all these years. So he destroyed a relationship he thought to be false and hungers for revenge. Now, Nate serves Maddox, unaware that his new leader is using him as a pawn in a bid to enslave or kill all Svatura.

The only hope of finally defeating Maddox is for Adelaide and her sisters to combine their growing powers against him. But the key to a Svatura’s power is the heart, and Adelaide is still missing hers.

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“Don’t do this, Nate,” Adelaide begged in a broken whisper. “Don’t go.” She held her hand out to him imploring him to listen. To stay. She touched nothing but air.

“Talia’s my te’sorthene,” Nate said as he took a step back. “I have to go.”

Shaking started deep inside her. “I’m your te’sorthene.”

“Are you?” A cruel sneer curled his lip.

Oh, God. Please no. Adelaide engaged her ability to see relationships. The glittering red line that had always represented their connection as te’sorthene was still in place. Barely. The bond was faded and slightly frayed, but still there.

Adelaide shuddered with relief, as she desperately held onto that one remaining shred of hope.

“Goodbye, Adelaide,” Nate said. And he was gone.

With no warning the barely-there thread of the te’sorthene line connecting herself and Nate snapped. At the same time, Adelaide a wall of terror and heartbreak smashed through her and splintered her soul. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, the sound welling up from deep within.

“No!” she screamed as she fell to her knees. The hard, cold rock against her knees didn’t even penetrate her anguished sobbing. “No! No! No!”

Adelaide wrapped her arms around her stomach, rocking back and forth, trying to hold herself together as her body wracked with trembles. But nothing eased her torment. Tortured, she turned to Lila and her sister actually flinched. A dreadful, uncontrollable something built inside her, deep in the hole Nate’s abandonment had created inside her heart.

Her breath came in uneven pants. “I can’t… I can’t… Please help me,” she begged.


Who Is In More Danger? – Black Orchid Excerpt

Black Orchid CoverBlack Orchid, the fourth and final book of the Svatura series, will be out this Monday. Of the four books, this one might just be my favorite. Here is a quick excerpt – a scene in which Nate and Adelaide don’t know each other. He’s not there for good reasons, but she has her own problems. And the question is, who is a greater danger to whom?

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“You can’t be here,” she said in a low, raspy voice.

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you…. I just saved you!”

She raised her gaze to his, and Nate was stunned to see her green eyes were now glowing bright yellow.

“You don’t understand,” she whispered. “I could really hurt you. You need to leave. Now.”

Nate took a step closer to her. He could see that her slender body was quaking from head to toe.

Adelaide held up both her hands. “I can’t hold it in much longer. You really need to go.” The anguish in her voice concerned him. He could tell she was terrified, but it seemed to be for him, not because of him. She bent over and put her hands on her knees, sucking air into her lungs as fast as she could.

Nate took a step closer but hesitated. She’s a con artist, don’t forget.

But he also wasn’t exactly sure what was happening to her. As far as he knew, none of her powers were actually dangerous.

Suddenly Adelaide fell to her hands and knees. He could see her chest heaving as she struggled for control. Nate acted on pure instinct. Tapping into his speed, he was at her side in less than a blink. He wrapped his strong arms around her from behind, sat down on the ground, and pulled her in tightly to his body. Leaving one armed wrapped around her midriff, he started running his other hand through her hair in a soothing gesture.

Now that he was touching her, Nate was amazed her shaking wasn’t rattling her very bones. It was that violent. Definitely not faking it.

“Breathe.” Come on.

“I… can’t,” she choked out. He knew that if he could see her face, tears would be streaming down her cheeks. And he didn’t like it. It reminded him way too much of his dreams. But he couldn’t think about that right now.


Author Spotlight: The Only One by Samanthya Wyatt

theonlyone (600)_edited-2Samanthya Wyatt is visiting today to share her latest release, THE ONLY ONE (One and Only Series – Book 3). She also did a fun interview with me–she and I share a love of Clark Gable’s Rhett Butler (so swoon worthy). Please help Samanthya feel welcome!

I love a feisty heroine. What was your favorite scene to write for Alexandria?

Alex is a feisty, spirited girl who wears britches. I loved the scene where she is on her hands and knees, peaking through a crack in the stables spying on Giles and her brothers. She gets caught by Giles. That is my favorite.

This is a returning to claim a love carelessly tossed away story. Are there any scenes you found difficult to write?

The intimate scenes are always difficult to write. I strive to make my intimate scenes beyond just doing the deed. The reader wants to be involved with the characters and feel their dreams and emotions. I try to give that to my readers. But I thrive on writing the unexpected. So I try to write scenes where something different happens than what the reader is expecting.

This is the third book in the series? Any more in the works?

You never know. I have mentioned a few characters I just may need to do a follow up. But all of my books in any series have a beginning and a satisfying end.

How many books do you have under the proverbial bed? Will they ever see the light of day?

Good Lord, I have so many ideas and post it notes and beginnings of stories, I just can’t write fast enough. But I hope they all make it.

5 words that describe your romance writing style?

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The Only One is a historical romance. What genres do you write? Which would you like to write that you haven’t tried yet? And why?

Even though historical is my first love, I write contemporary. Modern day seems to flow faster. I still need to do the research, but don’t have to worry as much about the slang of the older time periods.

If you could travel to another time, which would you choose? And why?

I think it would be grand to be with the Dukes, Lords, and Ladies. But I’ve always had this yearning to be in Civil War Days with a Yank or a Rebel hunk.

If you could have an intimate lunch with anyone in history, who would it be? And why?

Clark Gable – Rhett Butler. Now there is a man a woman drools over.

Something you can’t resist (your kryptonite)?

Cappuccino!  French Vanilla Latte.

Now for the speed round a la Actor’s Studio. (One word answers where possible):

  • What turns you on? Dark hair
  • What turns you off? Shaved chest
  • What is your favorite word? Cool (I know, but I still like it.)
  • What is your least favorite word? Can’t
  • What sound or noise do you love? Ocean
  • What sound or noise do you hate? Child screaming
  • What profession other than yours would you like to attempt? Nurse
  • What profession other than yours would you NOT like to attempt? Dentist
  • What is your favorite swear word? Shit
  • If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say to you as you enter the Pearly Gates? Welcome !



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A dangerous lord’s warning sparks devastating results

One impulsive kiss to prove the young girl flirted with danger shakes Giles’ firm resolve. The young American is wild and reckless, and before long he realizes, she’s too much to handle. He surrenders. A duke must adhere to his duty. His title demands his home is in England. Tormented with longing for the woman who branded his very soul, he forsakes nobility and returns to claim the love he has carelessly thrown away.

A girl’s determination triggers a woman’s desire

From the first moment Alexandria saw the duke she knew he would be hers. Determined to get the man she wants, she devises a plan, curbs her reckless nature, and presents the proper lady his nobility requires. The interference of her brothers disrupts her amours pursuit, yet the feisty girl seduces the lord with a woman’s passion, and brands the duke hers forever.

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“I was not spying.”

“Of course you weren’t. Judging from the conversation I interrupted, no young girl would know the subject they were discussing anyway.”

Her face flushed scarlet. He arched a brow. Surely she had no idea the boys were speaking of tupping a girl’s skirts.

“You’re handsome,” the girl stated baldly, expanding a breath as if she’d held her mouth closed too long.

He didn’t know whether to be flattered or feel concern at a possible purpose behind her words.“What do you know of handsome men?”
“My brothers, I guess are handsome. But they’re my brothers. I don’t care enough about other men to consider them handsome.”


“So then, why are you here?” He gave her his best glare.

“I’ve grown out of pigtails. I’m a woman now.”

Swallowing his amazement, he nearly choked. “Donning a dress does not make you a woman.” His gaze dipped in a slow, silent perusal. The damn girl’s breeches emphasized her curves, leaving nothing to a man’s imagination. Not that he should notice, of course, but . . . Damnation. She didn’t look the least like a child.

“I see you’ve resorted to breeches again. After your brothers’ reproaching insults, I would think you’d learned your lesson.”

She thrust out her chest. “Papa always said I had spirit. I am not unwise.”

“You think it wise to hide in a tackle bin? To be alone here with me?”

“You’re a duke. A gentleman.”

He gave a harsh laugh. “Being a duke does not make me a gentleman.”

“But Aunt Cornelia said English aristocrats live by their honor. You’re a nobleman. You have integrity, and morals.”

“Morals? Honor? A man lives by his own decree. What if I were to take liberties?”

“I can handle you.” Her eyes lit up and she seemed too sure of herself.

The gall of the chit.

With one quick movement, his hands shot out and jerked her against his chest. A gasp rushed from her throat, but she boldly held his gaze. With deliberate daring, his arms imprisoned her. He watched the emotions flitting over her face. He meant to punish, to teach, to frighten. His gaze lowered to her mouth.

He’d send her fleeing for good.

He captured her lips in a forceful kiss.

Her fingers twisted his shirt.

Good God, she kissed him back. With such enthusiasm, he was flabbergasted.

Unconscionable, that one so young should kiss with such skill. Had the damned girl been coached? She should slap him, call him a knave. Push him away, scream at him. Instead, she twined her arms about his neck while her warm, seeking tongue pirouetted a mating dance with his.

Chest heaving, he grabbed her shoulders and thrust her away.

“Where the hell did you learn to kiss like that?”


About the Author

unnamedSamanthya lives with her husband in the Shenandoah Valley. She left her accounting career and married a military man traveling and making her home in the United States and abroad. Once she found historical romance novels, she couldn’t put a book down. She fell in love with the characters and needed to know their happy ending.

One day she put words to paper creating a story of her own. The more she wrote, the more she became involved with the characters, and they seemed to take a life of their own. She relishes the challenge of penning a story with strong characters, a bit of humor, and active scenes. She enjoys creating new characters and bringing them together in a romantic tale. It took years of writing, joining RWA, joining chapters, entering contests, submissions& rejections which created the author she is today. By keeping her spirit and turning criticism into drive she has achieved her career as a published romance author.

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Crimson Dahlia Now Available!


Lila Jenner left her family to start a new life away from Ramsey Pierce. After decades of rejection, she needs the chance to discover who she is without him. Helping to rebuild relationships between tribes of Svatura is just the opportunity she needs.

Determined that the fire raging inside him will never harm Lila, Ramsey denies the magical bond that could be theirs alone. But when an old enemy resurfaces and Lila disappears, he realizes he’ll do anything to win her back and make her his.

However, Maddox, driven by a centuries-old quest for revenge, is stronger than any of them ever imagined. Friends and enemies must band together against this shared threat. Even then, they may discover too late that one dragon is not always enough…

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Lila-Meme.fw“Ramsey, stop!”

He kept going, flames erupting  from his body.

Lila knew what she had to do. Taking a calming breath, she closed her eyes and pulled on every ounce of the power within her. She pictured a mountain stream, peaceful, cool, and soothing. Then she pushed those feelings inside Ramsey, directly into the center of his soul.


Desperation clawing at her, she did the only other thing she could think to. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her lips against his, pushing her calming effect through the more intimate connection. At first he didn’t respond, but gradually, his steps faltered, slowed, and then stopped. And the lips under hers changed from unresponsive to drugging in a nanosecond. Joy surged as he kissed her with a passion equal to the rage that had held him captive only moments before. He wasn’t in control. Not yet. But closer.

With a groan, he jerked back to stare down at her with wild eyes, still not fully focused. Underneath her hand she could feel the frantic beating of his heart, like a bird trapped in a cage. She reached up and took his face in her hands. His eyes slowly focused, recognition lit the green depths.

“Lila,” he gasped.


I Write Fairy Tales

BlueViolet-NewRelease.fwI write modern day fairy tales. At least, that’s how I see it. Let’s think about fairy tales. Most fairy tales involve magical creatures of some sort (wolves that talked, fairy godmothers, trolls, dragons, witches, dwarves). My stories involve magical creatures, so check. Many fairy tales involve royalty. Mine sometimes involve royalty, but at the very least involve leaders. Check. Many fairy tales involve stories of rising above the situation. Check. Some involve love. Definitely check.

So yeah. I write modern day fairy tales.

I came to this realization when I was coming up with the blurb for Blue Violet because Ellie, my heroine, is a gypsy princess who wields great power and overcomes the bad guy because of love for her fated mate and for her family. So I themed the blurb around fairy tales. It starts, “When fairy tales turn into nightmares…”

When I was trying to figure out the tagline, I looked up quotes about fairy tales for inspiration. I thought I’d share some of my favorites.


“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”
Neil Gaiman, Coraline


“I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.”
Mae West


“When I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come to the conclusion that the gift of fantasy has meant more to me than any talent for abstract, positive thinking.”
Albert Einstein


“There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart’s Desire.”
Neil Gaiman, Stardust


“Once I learned, I went online and ordered every romance novel I could find. They’re fairy tales for grown-ups.”
Gena Showalter, The Darkest Night


“In a utilitarian age, of all other times, it is a matter of grave importance that fairy tales should be respected.”
(Frauds on the Fairies, 1853)
Charles Dickens, Works of Charles Dickens


“Classic fairy tales do not deny the existence of heartache and sorrow, but they do deny universal defeat.”


Such stories have now a mythical or total (unanalysable) effect, an effect quite independent of the findings of Comparative Folk-lore, and one which it cannot spoil or explain; they open a door on Other Time, and if we pass through, though only for a moment, we stand outside our own time, outside Time itself, maybe.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, Tolkien on Fairy-stories


“Did I ever tell you the difference between a Northern fairy tale and a Southern one?” she asked him, indulging herself and letting her head rest on his shoulder. God, he felt good. Her man. Where her head was meant to lie, right there, on him.
“What’s the difference?”
“A Northern one starts ‘once upon a time,’ while a Southern one starts ‘y’all ain’t going to believe this shit.”
Erin McCarthy, Hot Finish