August 1, 2016
When your life is turned upside down…
Tara Roberts is forced to watch her family being murdered. She heads for Las Vegas leaving behind memories of her shredded life.\
And you can’t pick up the pieces…
FBI agents inform her the murderer has escaped and is headed her way.
You seek solace in the strangest places…
FBI Agent Chance Anselmi tries protecting her to no avail. He offers Tara not only his protection but also his affection.
And realize love hides from no one.
While fighting off her nemesis, Tara finds strength and love in the arms of her Cajun protector.
Tara awoke with a start, beads of sweat rolling down her face. The darkened room grew hot and stuffy. She could barely make out the grey furry lump which was Timmy at the end of the bed. She leaned over and clicked the lamp switch on the night stand. Nothing. Maybe the bulb was burnt?
Looking down at her watch, she mashed a button on the side sending a glow of illumination over the dial. Three-thirty a.m.
Sheer silence in the room loomed in front of her. There wasn't a single sound stirring the air. No hum of air conditioning, no night sounds from outside, nothing.
An eerie feeling crept upon her. Was the electricity out? She opened the drawer on the night stand searching for a flashlight or something to guide her. Again, nothing.
Slipping out of bed and patting the air in front of her so she wouldn't bump into anything, she felt the hair at the back of her neck stand on in like static electricity. Though she could barely make him out, she saw Timmy stand up, hackles raised. He hissed vehemently.
A quick flash of white-hot light lit up the entire room followed by a crack of thunder so loud it vibrated the floorboards. She let out a high pitched squeak of fear as she grabbed her own arms and pulled them in over her chest as protection.
A thunderstorm, which must be what took out the electricity.
A shrill scratching sound like fingernails raking across a blackboard came from the window. She whipped her head toward the noise but saw nothing but drawn curtains.
The offensive noise came a second time. Fear started climbing up her spine making her heart race. Was someone trying to open her window?
Her feet moved quickly but silently to the door. Just as she reached out to turn the doorknob and make a run for it, the knob started turning on its own.
Holy crap! Someone was trying to get in her room!
Not sure she was headed in the right direction, she started feeling her way toward the closet. As she found the doorknob and twisted it, her bedroom door squeaked.
She jumped in the closet and pulled the door shut leaving a tiny crack so she could try to see her intruder. A beam of light swept back and forth across her darkened room. Someone was definitely in there. Fear ratcheted up another notch all through her body.
Wishing she had a weapon, she felt around the interior of the closet until she found purchase on some sort of metal stick which felt like a small piece of light pipe. She couldn't believe her luck! Wrapping her fingers around it, she lifted it in anticipation as she watched the beam of light grow stronger and nearer her location.
She could now see a shadowy figure holding what looked like a flashlight in one hand. Hovering in the other hand above it was a gun.
A gun! Oh, hell.
Her breath was suspended from fear, her heart was pounding out a brisk rhythm. All sorts of scenarios scooted through her brain, the worst of which was Alvin found her location, he'd murdered her FBI protectors, and now he was gunning for her. With one hand still on the doorknob, she felt a sudden pull on the door. Her heart jumped up in her throat. Not strong enough to counter the force, the door flew open.
Oh, God. This was it. Her life was going to end tonight right here in a damn closet.
April 1, 2017
When you seek revenge for injustice…
FBI Agent Travis Dean’s mother was murdered eighteen years ago. Pursuing redemption, he runs smack dab into a spicy Native American sheriff.
And find yourself at wit’s end with no solution in sight…
Sheriff Alexa Mock needs to solve her best friend’s murder. FBI agents arrive offering help with the case when the only clue is linked to Agent Dean’s mother’s cold case in Maine.
You accept help from unlikely sources…
Alexa joins Travis on a fact finding mission where they discover more clues and unearth a deadly connection to an underground organization hell bent on taking out the FBI’s SIU7 team.
While your heart ends up engaged in a battle of its own.
Will they find the killer and slow down the organization’s momentum? Can Alexa tame Travis’s wild heart before time runs out for everyone and everything?
Kat threw open the door of her hotel room for the fourth time in thirty minutes, only to find a very impatient Travis Dean leaning against the railing.
"Aren't you ready yet? Alex said she'd be at the diner at seven and it's..." he looked down at his watch so he missed the face Kat made, "...almost six-thirty."
"Like I told you five minutes ago and twenty before, I will be ready before seven. You do know the diner is a five minute walk from here, don't you? Hell, I can almost see it from here."
His breath puffed out with his frustration, which tickled Kat. It made her want to laugh.
"Look. I can tell you have a thing for the sheriff. I also know you want to get to work on the case. Trying to rush me is only going to slow me down."
Travis's shoulders dropped. He lifted his hands using air quotes. "I don't have a ‘thing' for the sheriff. Sure, she's a very attractive woman with an ass that won't quit." A faraway look crossed his face. Kat knew he was picturing what he'd like to do to her, which was something Kat did not want to envision.
She waved her hand in front of his face getting him to snap out of his sexy daydream. "Okay. I'll be ready in ten minutes. Why don't you go down and start the car, get the AC going. Make sure you have all the files on your mom's case too."
"Okay. Ten minutes or I'm coming back up here to drag you out."
His goofy smile appeared. She shot him the bird. He turned toward the stairs laughing. Kat closed her door shaking her head. Travis could deny it all he wanted. He and the sheriff were into each other. She'd witnessed all the flirting tossed around last night. She liked the sheriff. She was a tough woman. Women in law enforcement had to be to survive.
She'd just finished putting on her shoes when the room vibrated as if a big truck had pulled into the parking lot or as if a bomb had gone off. The sound of breaking glass suggested the latter. It had her racing for the door. Throwing it open, she bent over the railing of the balcony and gasped. The rental car was engulfed in flames.
Gone with the Dead
May 3, 2017
An Anthology of Romance and Horror where Gone with the Wind meets The Walking Dead!
When a convention of more than 4,000 romance writers and readers descends upon Atlanta Georgia, it can only mean one thing…a mash-up of two of the finest Georgia traditions.
Erotic romance anthologist Lori Perkins has brought together 16 tales of Southern love and death in this unique short story collection.
Christina and the Virus by Sarah Bale - A Dead Man is Hard to Find by Ellay Branton - A Piece of Him by R. L. Merrill - A Happy Medium by Freddie Milano - Bait by Isabelle Drake - Bloody Line by Carolyn Haven - Devil’s in the Well by Harley Easton - A Ferocious Blossom by Marie Piper - Kissing Summer by Megan Hart - If I Only Knew By Genevieve Williams - Animals by Sue Ayers - Dogs of War by Andrew Robertson - The Music Man by Kimberlie L. Faye - Fallen by Xio Axelrod - Leftovers by Cassandra Chandler - Here for You by Kate L. Mary
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