Saturday, August 06, 2011

New Cover!!


Friday, August 05, 2011

The Hooded Man Rises!

Great news, maninis, THE HOODED MAN has been acquired by Decandent Publishing. I have received the cover and it is beyond beautiful. I will post it as soon as I am giving the green light. I will be on and off with more details as they arise.
I am so excited.
This book has been my baby for many years. Robin Hood is and always has been an obsession of mine and to have my re-telling, and it really is a new twist on the tale..thank you very much Mr. Ridley Scott, step off and let me show you how it's done, being finally published is more then I can stand.
I am over the moon.

I think I love writing dirty stories. :P

Saturday, July 09, 2011

New blog

Hi all. I've started another blog where we will be having a history party. If you want to learn about some fun and dirty stories about American history please feel fre to check it out.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Daughter of Fire

So I am pleased to announce that "Daughter of Fire", the second in my Hawaiian Paranormal series has been chosen as an editor's choice at only being on the site for 2 days.

More and more evidence that people DO want to read Hawaiian Paranormal.

I'm starting to feel confident about the path of my writing.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Name change

I have changed the name of Curse of the Goddess to Drums of the Island. I am also saying a big resounding Fuck You to the person who told me that " no one wants to read Hawaiian Paranormal romance because that can't pronounce that names." I know Hawaii. So I am going to go back to writing about it.
Watch out Carina Press, I am sending you Daughter of Fire and you better not piss off Pele.

Drums of the islands you're beating in my heart
You're with me no matter where I roam
If ever I wander if ever we're apart
I know that you will lead me home

If I should journey across the deep blue sea
I'll never forget these coral shores
Drums of the islands I hear you calling me
And I'll return forever yours

I love each valley each grain of sand each hill
The flowers the music of the isles
These are the things I love and always will
Though I may roam ten thousand miles

Friday, April 01, 2011

9 Days Paradise - Chapter 4

Seated in the restaurant, flowers in my hair, surrounding me with their decadent aroma like a veil of the most expensive perfume I wait. The drink sits on the table in front of me, the obligatory frou-frou tropical confection containing an umbrella and a slice of pineapple. Waiting. I am early by as much as fifteen minutes. The open air seaside restaurant had sand for a floor. I kick off my shoes and curl my toes in it in a concerted effort to calm my racing blood. This is where he asked me to meet him. Would he look the same? How would the years have altered him? They had most certainly altered me. My waist, once flat and girlish, now carried fifteen extra pounds and was rounded in a truly womanly fashion. My hair, still black and long enough to sit on, was subtly shot with grey. Would he notice? Would he care? Waiting. 

Thursday, March 31, 2011

9 Days Paradise - Third Chapter

He was surfing, a glistening streak of bronzed sinew cutting through the crystalline white and blue. I stood rooted to the sand, toes curled in the hot grains watching him slice the sea. At the tender age of 18 my mouth hung open in a gauche display of gangly teenaged lust. I barely felt my friend's bony elbow dig into my side as we both watched him step from the surf like some kind of ancient god come to life. 
He flashed us a brilliant smile laced with mischief and candor before coming to stop in front of us. Dropping his purple surfboard at our feet he laughed and struck up a conversation. I no longer remember what we talked about or for how long but I remember every line of his face. Every curve and twist of his body. Every strand of hair of his head. 
He spent the day with us showing us the sights and sounds and smells of his home, his Kona-town. And when my friend slipped into our hotel room in the early evening cursed with a sunburn in need of aloe, I spent the evening with him. Dinner and a walk on the sand under a full luxiourus moon blessed me for the next 15 years of solitude.