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Wheel Wolf  Horror Suspense

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Beneath a full, blood moon, on the way home from his girlfriend's house, Jack Bailey encounters something terrifying at Phantom Lake. Fleeing the unknown, he dumps his bike and is found unconscious, his body tangled with a naked girl. Jack struggles to regain memory and the use of his legs, while fighting a sudden urge for raw meat and to bay at the moon. Wheel Wolf is a story of unconditional love that lives beyond the grave, and a relentless fight for retribution. An Amazon bestseller in Werewolves/Shifters/Horror/Suspense. 

Love Dreams  Contemporary Romance Drama for Mature Readers

She's a beautiful wreck who hates men, but loves animals. Beaten and left for dead, she suffers from night terrors. When she keeps running into a gorgeous guy things heat up, but memories of abuse dampen the fire.

He's handsome. He's wealthy. He's in a wheelchair. His entire life has changed, and the past months have been hell. But there's a bright spot in Michael's life: Sienna, an adorable klutz who seems to always be falling, so why can't she fall for him? He offers her a ride, not his lap, but that's where she ends up when he comes to her aid after she's had too much to drink. This is the beginning of the hit and miss love affair.

As she strangled her packages, her hobo slid from her shoulder scraping her inner arm, then caught at her wrist. The momentum tossed three plump grapefruit out of a bag, up into the air. They hit the ground like mini basketballs. Blood rushed to her head that began to throb. Sure Dyson would pop up at any moment, she could almost hear his throaty laugh as he reminded her he had offered to help her to her car.

“Let me give you a hand.” The voice behind her was rugged and smooth. If oozing nectar poured sound, it would have been his voice.

Sienna couldn’t catch the grapefruit, but kept her balance as she pulled her sandal free, managing not to twist an ankle as she spun.

His dynamic shoulder span was the first thing to strike before her eyes jumped to his face. A breeze whipped his hair into loose mocha waves that gathered at his neck. He flicked away strands snagged by his lashes, then simply stared. More ...

Sweet Dreams Psychological Thriller Horror Serial Killer Book for Mature Readers

A serial killer is on the loose, moving up the East Coast, leaving bodies & notes. Planting roses in his victims. Leonardo Gibraldi, Baltimore’s sexy Assistant DA, is tracking the fiend who’s responsible for the grisly murder of his ex-girlfriend. Leo’s out for revenge — so is the killer. Between hunting the madman, and fighting off beautiful women, Leo’s got his hands full. There's one break in the case: An eye witness who says, “It doesn’t look human.”
 

“Mr. Gibraldi!” The female voice carried easily across the street; she made his name sound like an opera. The girl in the red, thigh-skimming skirt waved her arms frantically as if flagging a cab to escape a thunderstorm, or a dark night when a killer was on the loose. “Mr. Gibraldi!” she yelled again. “Your phone!”

Leo strained to see what the girl had in her hand. My BlackBerry? He patted his jacket pocket. After reporting in to Ginger at his Baltimore office, he’d been so upset, he must have left the phone on the crowded desk of the coroner’s assistant.

“Hold on—” Her voice was closer now. Through her white silk blouse, Leo couldn’t help but notice how the girl’s breasts heaved and jiggled as she ran across the street to meet him. Breathless, “So glad I caught you,” she said in a gasp. “Saves me the trouble of mailing this to you.” The girl with the beautiful voice held up the phone, then shoved it into Leo’s chest.

The fluorescents in the coroner’s office hadn’t done this redhead justice. In sunlight, her eyes were turquoise and translucent. Leo felt as if he was staring into the Caribbean. He cocked his head, furrowed his chestnut brows. “You’re the coroner’s assistant.” With a smooth voice, he reminded the girl who she was.

Leo would never forget the death photo of the rosebud dangling morbidly from Gina’s sealed and puckered mouth. Was that what he’d smelled inside the coroner’s office? Roses? Jesus.

Leo would never think of roses the same way again.

Gina’s love note finished with the words: Mommy’s here to tuck you in slut - and to help you keep your big mouth shut. I’m holding the scissors now. Sweet Dreams, Sleeping Pretty.

Leo tried to decipher the meaning of the note. More...

 

Head Over Wheels New Adult Romance Drama for readers over 17

Head Over Wheels is a 400 page roller coaster of emotions featuring Jewelia, who is just finishing college. Being a member of the NYPD has been her lifelong dream. Things are going as planned until she meets Indigo, the hot med student who sends her flying head over heels. Which is not to be confused with Head Over Wheels.

 

I inhaled deeply, trying to unclench my jaw. “What a mess this is turning into.”

“Only if we let it.” His lips found their way to my ear. “Can I call you during the week?”

I lay my palms on his chest, easing him forward, gazing into his eyes. He must have seen uncertainty on my face because he added, “I’ll call this time. And we’ll make plans for my next night off — a night we’re both free. Are you good with that?”

Nose to nose, he had me pinned, his arms stretched out before him, palms flat against the wall. There I stood, locked between his forearms, and he was closing in. Those eyes ... dark as the

night surrounding us ... penetrating ... searching.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered.

“You already did in the club.”

“Not the way I want to kiss you now.  More ...

 

Beautiful Experiment, Paranormal Fantasy Romance, book one of Island of Defiance Trilogy

Six unruly teens are abducted on their way to a juvie home. Dumped onto an uncharted island. Could things get any worse? Hell, yeah. Hostility and envy run rampant. Throw in some alphas, divas and demons, and what do you have? Beautiful Experiment. Book One of the Island of Defiance Trilogy.

 

“Like it or not you’re here because your parent, your parents, legal guardians, or the state you reside in couldn’t figure out what else to do with you. Because you’re all troublemakers. Misfits. A threat to society. Now line up. It’s time for roll call. And watch

your mouth, boy.”

“You can say fuck and I can’t? What makes you so special?” The tall one bares a row of even teeth, white as the bleached shells littering the shore.

“When you’ve lived as many years as I have, you can say anything you want. But now, under my charge, you won’t curse, you won’t be disrespectful, you won’t argue. What’s your name,

boy?” Father growls.

The boy jerks his chin. “What’s it to you?”

“Interested in testing my Taser?” Father takes aim with his walking stick.

The boy sizes him up. His jaw pulses. “Reese Daniels.”

There’s a Winslow on the list, so it’s obviously her. I lift my brows. Offer something of a grin. “You must be Gabriella.” When her head tilts, she shoots a shocking blue stare in my direction, freezing me on the spot. For a moment I’m lost. I can just about move my pen to scratch a check beside her name. I’m speechless, because there aren’t any words for something so beautiful.

Porcelain skin envelops her sculpted features. A full, rosy pout emphasizes a cupid’s bow any guy would love to run his tongue over. I drag my gaze from her face, only to be ambushed by her body, and have to fight the urge to pull those luscious curves against me. If my eyes weren’t glued to her, I’d be doing some double-takes. She rocks a thigh-high denim skirt and tank top the color of her lips, which must be naturally pink, because the way she’s chewing on them only deepens their color.

“I need to call my parents.” Speaking directly to me, she swipes her face with tapered fingers, nails polished maroon, the color of her glistening cheeks. “I feel like I just woke up to a nightmare. I don’t understand any of this.” Her head lowers, and I’m no longer able to see her eyes. I’m myself again. More ...

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