His Mortal Soul

From Lyrical Press (March 5, 2012)

Can she save his immortal soul… and help him find heaven on earth?

Touching Sephora may cost Kieran his mortal soul…

Kieran has always been a good Catholic, even studying for the priesthood. But there are complications. A few weeks before his ordination into the priesthood, he was made a vampire.

And then there’s Sephora, the beautiful, independent American student who draws him to her. His “blackbird”, she seems to hold all the secrets to life and happiness, like the mythological creature of the ancient Celts. Despite his best intentions and though he knows he can only hurt her, her hold on him increases by the minute.

Although Ireland promised Sephora an escape from the horrors of a brutal attack she suffered two years ago, she has discovered that the true scars lie within. But being with Kieran melts away the pain and his touch provides her the refuge to reclaim her body.

WARNING: A gorgeous Irish hero and gutsy heroine. Biblical and religious themes that might offend. Graphic sex. The theme of survival and healing after sexual assault.

Teaser:

This curse of being bitten and becoming a vampire was a test of his faith. And so was she. Kieran couldn’t let her lure him from saving his soul–from lifting the hex. Admittedly, stalking her wasn’t helping him achieve that. Nor did he have any intention of stopping. Father

O’Brian would be disappointed, but tonight was Kieran’s last on earth. Better he spend his time where he wanted to be–with her.

A well-dressed male student wrapped an arm around her and guided her away from the hall through the exit. Inside, students wasted money and brain cells in the name of a good time.

The door shut behind the clift–fool–and her, muting the blaring music. The asphalt pathway where they walked was deserted. The freckle-faced man laughed as he stumbled. The scent of his illicit intent reached Kieran. He hadn’t thought she was that type of woman, but lately he’d learned he was wrong about a great many things.

The devil and demons weren’t just the stuff of myth and legends. Evil dwelled within the heart of every human. All that was needed was something to unlock it.

(1NS) Decadent Publishing October 25, 2011

Master Explosive Ordnance Disposal Officer, Era Bennu has a thing for combustible situations. All she wants is one smokin’ night with two hot supernaturals before she goes out in blaze of glory on her current mission.

Scorch marks are the insignia of the Phoenix. This anniversary’s gift for mates Seneb Keita and Cinaed Bryce is explosive. They’re going to savor one searing night with a woman that they can share.

What they get is a firestorm and Era finds serenity in the midst of a roaring blaze.

Can she accept her destiny to play with fire when she’s the one meant to rise from the ashes?

Excerpt:

“Room 201.” Era shoved the email printout in her backpack, removed the room key, and swung the strap onto her shoulder.

Why hadn’t she noticed the irony until now? Two on one. Clever. Not a soul had bothered her through the check-in process as per her instructions. If anyone had, her classic “and whom do you think you are” look would have stopped them dead! If not, she could flash her Secretary of Defense issued hall pass.

“Ecstasy, here I come.” At the age of thirty-two, one last thing remained on her list of desires. Tonight she would strike this fantasy off the list.

So far, Madame Eve seemed to be running a tight operation and appeared to be on the up and up. In less than fourteen minutes, two amazing supernatural males would walk into this very room to give her a night she’d never forget. Maybe her last night on earth. Tomorrow she was Iraq-bound for a Black Ops mission involving a missing diplomat, a terrorist bomb, and her skills to defuse. If such a result could occur. Highly explosive situations were unavoidable in her life. Most of the team would be coming home in pine boxes with flags draped over them; they had a point one percent chance of survival under the circumstance. But for the safety of her fellow Americans, it was a price she would gladly pay. All the team would.

In her haste to get this night squared away, she hadn’t specified what type of supernaturals, just that they be a kind that couldn’t infect or maker her into what they were. Please let them have talents no human male possessed. Not that she knew much about the paranormal. Though she’d always been drawn to the unknown. She had chalked up her fascination with paranormal activity to a desire to escape from the cruelties humans could inflict on each other, which she’d seen firsthand. Tonight was about her.

No matter what her ex had said about her, she wasn’t frigid. So she didn’t want another woman in her bed. She’d be more than happy to be of service to a few good men. Two to start. And then who knows, if after tomorrow dawn rose on another day, and she wasn’t disfigured for life—the world would be hers for the taking. Technically, they weren’t men either. they were…. Well, she didn’t know yet.

The hall was vacant. The Castillo Resort even managed to ensure a clear coast on her arrival at her room. What service!

She unlocked the door, opened it, and stepped in.

Sin incarnate stood with a towel around his neck.

Many of your favorite characters will be back and will meet some new ones along the way. Those of you that are new to my series will uncover that there are loose endd. Until I close the series I will leave questions for the next story. In each story I open threads, close some, open new ones which will be answered in the next book. Speaking of the next story, the working title is Chocolate Gold. The setting will be 1941 in Libya.

I hope you enjoy Chocolate Temptation as much as I did writing it.

4.5. hoots “the words are like an aphrodisiac to my paranormal palette.”  Rayna’s review from nocturnereads.com read more here

5 stars “A remarkable story, that I was hooked on from the beginning.  Chocolate Temptation was truly a love story!!!” Wanda’s review from romancewritersreviews.com read more here

The lowdown on Chocolate Temptation.

CHOCOLATE TEMPTATION

Romance/Paranormal/Multicultural

His by pack law, and he wants more than her body. Will she be able to surrender her heart?

Switzerland, the winter of 1940. Alexia, a wolf-shifter, is mate to the Alpha of a powerful clan. Her life, the pack’s future and the lives of countless children the pack smuggles out of Europe are in jeopardy. The Gestapo want her blood to breed an unstoppable regiment endowed with her gifts. Cathen, the pack’s Epsilon-Beta, is charged with protecting her. When Alexia’s beloved mate is killed, Cathen becomes Alpha and by pack law, she is his new mate.

On the run from the Gestapo’s werewolves with Cathen, Alexia has no time to mourn. Can she resist what she’s beginning to feel for her protector, despite her aching loss? Should she try? If she rejects him–not so easy to do–he will die and the future of the pack she loves as family will be in danger. Cathen and Alexia’s destinies are bound together, and to find peace and love amid the horror of war, she must accept her fate and heal her new mate.

WARNING: This book contains a sexy Alpha with a sense of old world honor, a pack that shares more than just communal living, and no lack of hot Betas to follow. Graphic sex and M/M, M/F, F/F/F/F encounters.

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EXCERPT:

“He promised me we’d have a long life together–that he’d be with me for eternity.” She sobbed, still running.

It seemed he wasn’t the only one VanWolf had fed lines to. Caught up to her, Cathen clutched her and lifted her onto his shoulder. “Sorry, princess, I can’t let you do something that could get you captured.”

“Put me down.” She kicked her feet and struck him with her fists.

Cathen lowered her against him, sending awareness through every part of him. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes down her flushed cheeks. “Stop and be silent, or I will put you to sleep.” Didn’t she get the danger they were in?

“VanWolf isn’t going to make it out of there. Don’t you see, there are too many? We must go back.” She hammered her palm into him.

Cathen grabbed her forearm and dragged her along. “We can’t risk them getting hold of you or your blood.”

“But he is going to die because of me.” The terror in her eyes wrenched through him.

However, he could not change the facts. If the Nazis got hold of her, the war would become even more deadly.

Kiss,

Mason

Blurb:

Vampire slayer Tazrein Noir willingly served humanity… until the pull of the night destroyed the one good thing she had left. Now she struggles between the power of light and darkness within her. And the dark may be winning.

Mr. Elson is a Minoan General—one of the immortal dynasty of Crete, now also head of security for Pseira Industries. Haunted by the sins of his father, he spends his entire life as a light for honor, justice and sacrifice. Yet without his fated mate, he’ll become all the things he fears…

Lordel Pseira is the ruler of the Minoans, as well as the very modern CEO of Pseira Industries. On the verge of succumbing to the darkness, without his light, he shall be lost…

Lordel’s light is Mr. Elson’s fated mate: Tazrein.

Deception, passion, and death hound Tazrein’s every move. The Minoans want her blood to unlock the key to save their dying race. The Knights of Mortis want her dead so she cannot fulfill destiny. And the vile Nox want her for themselves so they can rule over all.

Sacrifice and blood. Sex and love. Destiny and fate. The balance hangs in Tazrein’s hands…and in the eyes of the two men she fears she cannot live without, despite her continued existence hanging in the sweetly seductive balance between them both.

WARNING: This book contains a hot race of immortals known as the Minoans, vampires and evil creatures. A sassy heroine. More tasty treats for her to pick from than a candy store. Graphic sexual encounters of the following nature M/F, M/M, and M/F/M. BDSM references. Violence: Imprisonment and torture.

Excerpt: (The more risqué parts have been edited.).

Days without hunting always left Tazrein Noir on edge. She needed the physical relief that made her corner of the world a safer place. With her modified Tanto blade tucked in her handbag, she was ready to make puddles out of vamps. There was a vamp-friendly bar by the harbor. Just the place for her to go for a good release.

A heat wave had set in. She strolled down the street. Decent folk didn’t go there after dark. Aside from the industrial complex and office towers, the harbor was a dead zone. She took off her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. A little skin always helped lure her prey. Besides, the best way to catch a predator was to lay out a good offering.

As she rounded the corner, a vibration hummed in her eardrums, her personal vampire early warning system. A bouncer stood to the side of the entrance.

She stopped in front of the large doorman.

“I.D.?” he asked.

“Oops.” No way was she giving her name or address. “I forgot it at home.” The ringing in her ear grew to a constant buzz. “I guess I’ll come back another evening then.” She whirled around.

“Wait.”

“Me?” She played coy, turned toward him, and quirked an eyebrow.

“Yeah.” He soaked her in from head to toe. “Let’s not worry about it tonight. I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“Aww, you’re such a peach.”

“My pleasure.” He rested his stare on her cleavage.

Men. Most of them weren’t too bright. Flash a little skin, and they forgot to use the other head. With a dopey grin, he held the door open.

As she slipped inside, the bang of the door behind her sent a thrill of excitement through her. Empty stairs led down into a room lit with red lights. Vamps were such products of their own clichés.

The teeming crowd of young women saddened her. She couldn’t save them all. Never. Like her, many of them went there seeking the creatures that frequented these places.

The new age song gave the lounge a sophisticated atmosphere, though anyone in their right mind would know this was the bottom of the barrel. Many years ago, the truth about vampires sank in. They were corpses. Dead physically and emotionally, but able to synthesize what mattered by feeding off the living in every way. Newly born vamps enjoyed the numbness––the hollowness made murdering people for food easier. But, then the older fiends missed the emotions. The chance to feel drove them to kill for sport, inflicting pain on their victims. The inner surge of feelings they got from humans was a vampire’s private addiction.

When they were in her mind, she sensed their arousal as they tormented their prey. They sought emotional authenticity. Love, happiness, fear, pain, sadness, anger, and jealousy were the emotions humans possessed, and what vamps had long ago sacrificed for immortality. Ironically, the longer the creatures lived, the more they hungered to experience these sensations.

Since at times she too worried about her own humanity, she understood why it grew to be an obsession.

As she stepped onto the floor, a human male grabbed her, and pulled her into the corner of the room. A struggle would call attention to her, defeating the purpose of her outing.

“Little Bo Peep, have you lost your mind?” His southern twang gave Mr. Tall, Blond and Handsome charm, but he didn’t behave like a gentleman.

Tazrein stared at the grip on her forearm. “Excuse me?” This man had evidently lost his mind. “Do I know you?”

“No, ma’am.” His lean jaw clenched. The scent of polyester and paper weaved in the air.
She’d wager on him being in law enforcement. “Then remove your hand from me or I will.”

He huffed, released her, and made eye contact. Pale sapphires stared into her. You are tired and will head home this instant.

Now this was interesting. He attempted to use the power of suggestion to get her to leave. If vampires could hardly influence her, it was doubtful a human could.

She laughed.

“What?” he asked, his brows creased together.

“Nothing. I just think you’re probably tired and should head home.” Bet that would throw Mr. Wannabe Hero off. “This place isn’t safe for you.”

His eyes narrowed. “For me?” His white dress shirt glowed in the black light. He wore jeans well. “You have no idea the mess you’re in, Bo Peep.”

“I’m in exactly the kind of mess I came here for.” She leaned into him.

He didn’t withdraw, his hand wrapped around her. “Let me get you out of here, I’ll make it worth our while.” His pitch was hoarse. He pressed to her leg.

“Coming here always proves worthwhile for me. Good night.” She stepped back, spun, walked over to the bar, and sat down.

Already, the vultures circled.

“What can I get you?” The bartender smiled, fake fangs showing, a wanpire aka wannabe vampire. He wore tacky black clothing, face painted white, mascara, eyeliner, and nails painted. A death worshipper. The freak had no clue.

“Tequila, a triple round of shots.” She handed him a fifty-dollar bill. Cash left no trace. “Keep the change.”

“For you alone?” A lean, dark haired vamp moved in next to her, his pearly whites gleaming. A blue dress shirt and black slacks gave him a professional appearance, but rotting human fragrance saturating him killed any appeal of his devilish good looks.

“Yeah,” she said. “It’s called a pity party.”

“And why would a beautiful woman like you need one of those?” The velvet tone of the vamp’s voice served to draw victims in.

She smiled at the easy flattery. “I got a call for an interview, but I’ve got no one to celebrate with. The usual sappy story.” Some truth mixed with lies, which made the information she gave vampires believable without compromising her.

The server set the shot glasses and filled one after the other, with a pouring stream of liquor.

“I can’t have the pretty lady drinking alone. Set me up to match.” He pulled out a hundred dollar bill and set it down.

“You don’t have to.” She waved him off.

“I know. I want to. It’s not every night I get to rescue a damsel.”

Most wouldn’t note the use of night over day. He wasn’t a young fiend. Hence, he sought the challenge in the room and not the easy target.

“I didn’t realize I appeared in need of saving, like a helpless lamb surrounded by wolves.”

“Not in the least. More like a panther about to give this wolf a run to the finish. Shall we?” He lifted the shot glass to his lips and downed the liquid.

“Bottoms up.” She brought the rim to her mouth and sucked back the fiery fluid.

“Tell me your name.” His mental touch entered her mind.

She long ago learned to protect her psyche from the manipulation. The intrusion felt like ice water dripping down her scalp. Things were about to get exciting. She loved when they used all their skills to get their way. “Rein.”

“What a sad name, unfitting.” He pressed his index and thumb to her collarbone trailing down. “Beautiful and real.”

Warmth surged up her core. “Thank you. And you are?”

“Archie. You’re ready for round two.” As he lifted the glass and tossed back the drink, he bid her limb to do the same. “Move in closer to me.”

She shuffled forward. The sense of him controlling her movements swirled a thrill of heat inside. How exhilarating. He willed her to gyrate her hip against him.

“Last one.” He raised the shot, and she mirrored his actions. He blinked, sliding away his brown contact lens, which revealed a red haze in his eyes beneath. “You want to come back to my apartment.” Even vampires wore facades in an attempt to blend in.

She nodded at his command.

“Good, it’s not far.” He pointed to the south end.

The cool touch of his fingers slipped through hers.

Goose bumps rose along her arms. He led her up the stairs and out into the night. Peace came over her.

Parked a few yards ahead, on the other side of the deserted road, was a blue van, with emergency plumbing written in white on the sides. The vehicle belonged to the misfits she sometimes called her friends, Gem, Vincent, and John. Hadn’t she told them not to hunt without her?

“What troubles you?”

She forced her lips into a smile. “This is going to sound lame, but I’ve never gone back to a man’s apartment like this.”

“I know.”

“Huh, how?” She tensed her shoulders.

“If you were that type of woman, I wouldn’t be interested. Don’t worry. I’m a gentleman. I won’t do anything you’re not asking for. I’m going to make you feel things you never have, and we’ll both enjoy ourselves. Trust me.”

Strangely ominous.

Subgenre:  Shifters, Historical, Interracial

WOLF-SPIRIT Series.

Shunus are an entirely new breed of shifters.

CHOCOLATE DAMSEL -  Available

Will her love break through his armor so he can be whole again?

In June of 1940, Nazis march into Paris, France. Brutality haunts the streets.

Engel VanWolf, the Alpha of a Shunu pack – immortals, who shift into wolf-spirit – has a painful past and the patch on his eyes serves as a reminder of human cruelty. No stranger to injustice, he poses as a Nazi officer to smuggle Jewish orphans from the city. Drawn to a seductive fragrance, chocolate skin, and velvet voice, VanWolf comes upon a human beauty, Alexia, in danger. A hunger long forgotten burns anew inside him.

Alexia Pane is taken in by the shunu pack, and finds communal living isn’t the only thing they share. When danger comes knocking, she’s sent to warn VanWolf, who has been discovered but needs rescuing of her own. As he whisks her to safety, he awakens her dormant passion. It’s not the flames of the city she fears, but the fire he invokes inside her. The closer she gets, the more he pushes her away. And then, she falls into enemy hands.

Can VanWolf save the woman he loves from a ruthless enemy and mend the pain he has caused?

Warning; This book contains a hot Alpha with an eye patch. A chocolate damsel in need of saving. A pack that shares more than communal living. F/M/F/M. A pack with no lack of hot betas to follow.

Excerpt: (The more risqué parts have been edited.)

Hadn’t he just rescued her?

“You’re a monster.” Stepping on uneven stone, Alexia flopped to one side.

“How true your words are.” VanWolf lifted her. “So don’t make this anymore difficult on yourself.”

Where had the werewolf vanished to? Did he pick up the scent of another predator and go for reinforcements, or was it only his job to watch?

A whiff of General Straks forced VanWolf into the small cobblestone alley.

The man’s reputation left a lot to be desired. A sadistic fellow who was into hurting the young pretty ones.

“Don’t struggle, or you’ll find yourself in much worse hands than mine, doll.”

Her dilated pupils searched through the dark corner he backed her into. He hoisted her up between him and the gray brick wall, then hiked her navy and white polka dot dress to her hips. Garter attachments held her stockings to her beige girdle. Her legs spread to a v-shape, leading to her thin matching panties.

“I’m going to kiss you. Play along.” Her warmth radiated past him.

She met his gaze with her pretty green eyes. “Haven’t I been?” Her sweet mint breath filled his nostrils, enticing him.

Had she known her part? Beneath his mouth, her soft petal lips surrendered.

The Soul Food Diner Series

Genre: Contemporary romance, Interracial, erotic romance, BDSM, multicultural
 

Blurb:

Indy Kent’s motorcycle accident last New Year’s Eve forced her to fight for things she took for granted. This holiday she makes a special request of her best friend, Liam Boyd, the “I want you to deflower me.” Desperate to get Liam out of her system, a holiday sexcapade seems like just the cure from her long harbored, unreciprocated feelings.

But there is a complication, and his name is Tim, Liam’s older brother. Tim’s touch last New Year’s Eve ignited an unexpected flame between them. The time they spent together during her recovery only furthered her attachment to him.

Emotions whirl; her secret looms. The hotter the burn between the sheets with Liam, the more Indy’s yearning drifts toward Tim.

The incident that caused her accident and changed her life might save her heart.

Can she ultimately surrender her heart to the right man?

Content warning:

This book contains graphic sex including some traditionally considered taboo. A love triangle. Voyeurism. Light to mid-range discipline, dominance, and submission.

Excerpt:

A spasm in Indy’s leg forced her to clench her teeth together. She hated not being able to stand on her own two feet. The pain she was in wasn’t about to force her to remain seated.

“Are you okay?” Tim’s eyes softened with concern.

“I still get the tremors, ghost sensations from muscles I no longer have.” To reconstruct her leg, the doctors had used muscles from donors. She felt sewn together by patchwork, like Frankenstein a quilt of mismatched pieces.

“You push yourself too hard, always have. I like that about you, but you need someone who’ll help you ease off.” He drew up behind her. “Put your weight on me.”

“Tim.”

“Do it,” he ordered.

As he gathered her up, the heat of his hard chest pressed to her back, and he lowered her into the lawn chair. “Bossy.”

“Only around you, Miss Independent.” The rise and fall of his chest accelerated. Calm, blue eyes warmed to flames.

Heat weaved a path in her insides turning her to mush.

“I’d better go.” He tossed his bag on his shoulder.

Pain burned her eyes. Being with Liam meant loosing Tim, and she needed him. “You shouldn’t go just because the others have.”

Tim lifted her chin, forcing her gaze to his. “Yes, I should. Merry Christmas Eve, Indy, and I hope Santa gets you your heart’s desire.”

“You, too.” She nodded and grabbed his large, warm, kind hand. In April, his hands had stabilized her when she took her first steps since the accident.

“Unfortunately, mine is no longer available. Never really was for that matter.” He exhaled. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

She tightened her hold. “Tim, thank you for everything. I don’t know how I would have managed without your help and support.”

“It’s the least I could do, given—”                       

“Given what?” Liam asked, standing by the open gate to the backyard.

Find Surrendering to the Right Man here.

Will the battle for aequitas freedom cost the balance between good and evil?

Aequitas—part angel and demon, fight for their freedom and march to heaven’s doorstep.

Rebel leader Etienne Grant kidnaps his wife and vows to punish her disobedience. Once retribution is paid, Auria will command his army in a most ambitious venture—defeating all the angels in heaven.

Auria can do nothing but surrender for the safety of her sons. Once in Grant’s clutches, she realizes he wields an even greater whip as he fights for her heart and loyalty.

Enemy alliances are forged as they prepare to bring down the Kingdom of God. But the archangels won’t let victory slip from their grasp so easily.

The battle for freedom might cost the balance between good and evil, but will it damn their souls for eternity?

Excerpt:
Once she’d been a general, but she’d been seduced by a very clever man pretending to be a very caring man. Now she was mother to his young, and unable to protect them from the person who could hurt them the most. Their father, Grant.

Every thought or feeling she allowed would be known by him, which meant each sensation betrayed her.

“Such dramatics from you.” He skimmed her chin with his knuckles. “Did I not warn you of the consequences when you vanished in another man’s arms?”

“Oh, you mean when you said, ‘I will hunt you down, my lamb,’?” Power radiated from his form in waves, pulsating.

“Have I not kept my word?” The ridges of his sculpted abdomen brushed her skin, flickering flames in her body. Since she’d taken her leave from him, he’d spent his time strengthening his abilities.

How far-reaching were his powers? What was he? Aequitas were part humanoid, angel and demon. However, born from a human mother and an aequitas father, he contained those in his very genetics. What did that make him?

“An abomination.”

Blurb.

Georgia doesn’t know she’s a Harmony. Jobless and about to be homeless, her heart sinks when a hand snatches the coat of her dreams from the storefront window. Then she sees him staring at her reflection . . . the stalker.  

Trevor Stenwood, a vampire and Arnhem Knight, is handsome, sophisticated, and tongue-tied every time he sees her. Sworn to protect the supernaturals of the city, he’s fallen for a woman marked for death by demons. How can he save her when she’s afraid of him?

At Christmas time in New York City, will love bloom in the snow? 

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Excerpt:

             When the waiter arrived with menus, Georgia was dizzy with expectation.  She looked at her menu.  There were no prices and it was hard to choose from so many delicious sounding meals.

            “What are you having?”  She leaned toward Trevor.

            “I was going to start with the lobster bisque and move on to the shrimp scampi.”

            “That sounds good.  I’ll have the same.” 

            When the waiter returned, Trevor gave him the orders.  He waited until the man was out of hearing range.

            “Georgia, you know you could have ordered anything.”

            “I know.”  She gazed out the window.  Snow danced over the waves.  Then snowflake and wave would touch as in a kiss and the snow would be gone forever, absorbed into the water. 

            “May I move my seat so I can sit next to you?”

            She thought about saying no, but the truth was she was ready for him to be closer.  “Okay.”

            He moved the chair so he was exactly next to her and they could see the same thing out the window.  “It’s sad, isn’t it?”

            “What?”

            “The snowflake is so exquisite, but its life is so short.  The ocean is eternal.  It loves the snowflake and when they meet.  .  .”

            “The snowflake dies.”  Georgia sighed.

            “No, not at all.  The snowflake changes into water and becomes immortal.”

            Georgia turned to face him.  They were so very close, his mouth above her lips, his eyes gazing deeply into hers.  She could feel him searching for some answer.  Then his lips possessed her mouth so gently, sweetly, as if to caress.  Georgia felt herself melting like the snowflake touching the ocean wave.  She kissed him back.  Every kiss led to another.  She felt his arm steady her.  Her eyes were closed, as his finger brushed her cheek.

I want a template that has the following things.

A number of bigger boxes each that will represent a scene and will have a smaller box in the upper left hand corner for the scene number.
 

I figured I’d turn creating what I need into a blog entry. I’m going to use this to work on the outline of my next plot. I’m going to start with something small to get my feet wet. CHOCOLATE DAMSEL is a 14,000-word short that I wrote over two weeks in the spring. I have a sequel in mind called CHOCOLATE TEMPTATION.  

I’ll keep you in the loop about how this is working for me. I’m going to try to upload a word document for download in case you might find my storyboard template useful. Once I do, I’ll add the pointer here:storyboard-scene-box

Odd for me to be blogging my own site on Monday but today on Nights of Passion you can read and maybe win an autographed copy of Gothic Victorian Romance Author Leanna Renee Hieber book THE STRANGELY BEAUTIFUL TALE OF MISS PERCY PARKER. 

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Darkness ♀♂ Desires
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Betrayed by her ex-husband, Zoe Grant has finally found a way to be herself, a way to sate her long-hidden desires-without the risk of another broken heart-and the fact that she doesn’t know the man’s name, has never seen his face, suits her just fine.

But, when the two are unknowingly brought together outside their mutual comfort zone, will Zoe be able to set aside her past and surrender her trust once again-and can Dean convince Zoe, nameless or not, that love knows no bounds?