Heroes and Lovers. Monsters and Madmen.
We're all a bit of each deep down.
I'm proud to announce that my novel "Unethical Magic" won the Yummy Reads promotion contest at bookiejar. To celebrate, I'll be posting the first half of the book for free in ebook format for my readers to enjoy!
A wish spell on top of a love spell may have fatal consequences for graduate student Ki Grace or one of the men she loves as the ethics of magic become hopelessly tangled and an ancient evil threatens. Ki must decide where to place her trust as her boyfriend turns into a fiendish vampire and the stakes get higher and sharper.
Unethical Magic is now an audiobook podcast available from itunes and podbean! Go to the site below to listen to me reading the story.
Sir Dami keeps his promises...
Sir Damion loves and loses his master, Lord Adam, in the days of the first crusades. That's just the beginning of his problems, however. First, Dami is now responsible for the safety of Lord Adam's bride. Second, his reunion with Lord Adam may be further away than he imagined since he's accidentally acquired a little immortality problem...
A new twist on the love triangle
ISBN 978-1-926647-81-4 eBook
ISBN 978-1-926647-89-0 Print
Sexy professor TOM's life is in danger from his undead ex-wife ELAINE who sustains her unnatural existence by consuming the blood and sexual fluids of Tom and his lovers. Can Tom's true love, VI save him with the power of her trust and a special amethyst stone, or will she be Elaine's next victim?
The Ghost Amethyst Excerpt: The Dead Don't Come Back!
"The dead don’t come back," the sleeping man whimpered.
Elaine laughed and snaked her tongue out to taste his tears. Raking sharp black nails across his bare chest, glorying in the wounds she inflicted, she sucked the bloodied skin. "Sometimes, darling, we haven’t really left. Unfinished business, I believe it’s called."
Praise for "The Ghost Amethyst:
In Vampire Dreamspell Anthology
Available from Amazon.
Susan, an abused and misunderstood young woman, meets someone even more different than herself. Will they paint the town blood red together?
Can the wrong dog be the right man?
For years, CHANAH has avoided the peculiar danger that sex represents for an empath. Other women might at least say stop if something hurts, but her empathy brings her along for every ride. If he likes it so does she.
The regrets come later.
All men are dogs, she tells herself—until the day the stray she’s feeding reveals himself as NICK—a splendid shapeshifter.
This handsome monster may be the one man Chanah cannot resist.
The Stray Excerpt: You're the Dog!
"I'm done for dead. Lights out for sure dead."
"You're not dead."
The beautiful male voice sounded halfway between relieved and amused. Chanah stiffened. She lay half across a lap. Someone known and safe, but for sure she never heard that voice before. A jack-hammering headache. Chanah's eyelids parted just a little, then wide and wider. The man ... no shirt ... or pants.
Are we doing the deed? The usual context for naked men--not that she'd seen any since Tommy, the trigger-tail skunk pimp.
It didn't seem she'd forget a guy like this. Lean, long muscled, uh, blond, a yummy side of beef, and she hadn't even seen a face yet. Urges Chanah long ago learned to ignore raised their hands to heaven and shouted "Amen!" at the feel and smell of him. He had an aura sweeter than a Jilbert's Yooper Mud Slide Sundae. Familiar. Where? When? On the floor in the hall and head hurt.
Her whole body stiffened like a gillnetted steelhead.
This butt-naked man knocked her out--and she lusted after him? My rat-attract radar strikes again. No wonder MZ says I have bad taste in men! She drew back an arm and punched him a good one. Her knuckles stung, and she struggled to stand.
He blinked and released her. Smooth as God's grace he stood too and backed up one step. "Don't be afraid."
Oh, God. In the movies, the murderous creep always said that just before he tortured someone, or ate them. Chanah's foot struck something hard--a hammer on the floor. She didn't know how it got there, but she put her foot on the handle. Pick it up and slam him with it.
His eyes followed her gaze and took in the hammer. "You don't need that. I won't hurt you."
Chanah's gut told her to believe him, but she had questions, including the most--most obvious: "What might you be doing in my house without your clothes on?"
The grin changed his rather triangular face. Chanah noticed his ice-blue eyes and dark blond lashes. She knew those eyes. And that gold-blond hair with sun bleached white tips.
"If you like your romance hot, with a dash of sassy humor and a bit of bite thrown in too, you'll love Sherry King's new fast-paced paranormal concoction, The Stray."
Shirley Raye Redmond, author of ROSEMARY'S GLOVE
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