Elias The Wicked is with the editor, so that means I’ll have a release date soon. It’s part of the Myths, Legends, and Monsters Series, but the series is an anthology series which means there’ll be new characters each time–each book is a standalone. I can honestly say I’m in love with Kerah’s personality. MyContinue reading “[Update] – Elias The Wicked”
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To Love and Protect
Larke When I left my job as a federal prosecutor to start my own organization where I worked with private investigators, local police departments, and The Justice Department in order to find missing girls of color, I’d had buckets of fears but no regrets. I’d modeled my mission off that of The Innocence Project, usingContinue reading “To Love and Protect”
The Darkest Knight #15
She wanted to squeal with joy but swallowed her elation, saving it for the rest of the conversation. In her mind, however, a song still played. He’d been loved all along. His mother had been there all along.
The Darkest Knight #14
Giveaway Alert!
The Darkest Knight #13
A fourth carried a modified chair with an insert she knew was meant for Aleksi. There were at least twenty, with more pouring in by the handful.
She glanced at Giorgio’s hand.
It twitched, and then stopped moving.
“Oh no.”
The Darkest Knight #12
The man nodded, continued. “Yes, of course. Miss Bayeux, you have challenged Mo to a fight to the death. Mo, you have accepted.”
The Darkest Knight #11
Helmine’s bony fingers came together on the desktop, her gaze like a laser in Giorgio’s direction. “Your mother was the youngest daughter of the woman my husband swore, one day, he would kill. She was from a little city in Italy called Pozza. Have you ever heard of it?”
The Darkest Knight #10
The man nodded, continued. “Yes, of course. Miss Bayeux, you have challenged Mo to a fight to the death. Mo, you have accepted.”
The Darkest Knight #9
Bodies fell around him, courtesy of Gage’s deadly accuracy. Somewhere.
Someone stepped into his path and Giorgio whipped the blade through the air, not caring on which part of the body it landed.
The Darkest Knight #8
He was not a normal man nor would he pretend to be. He was a deviant. A demon. A miscreation borne from a mother he would never know and a father who’d spilled evil with each release of his seed.
