Remedy Maker, book one in the Centaur series, will be released in only two short days. I think it’s time for a treat, don’t you?
I have a countdown to release day going on at Facebook with games and prizes. I hope you’ll join me there.
Here’s a excerpt for your reading pleasure.
posttraumatic stress disorder has broken his spirit, preventing him from
finding true happiness. Then a direct order from the queen to investigate an
uprising forces him out of his secluded cabin at the edge of the forest.
mediator to ensure harmony within the Nymph sector.
taproot tree of her heart is slowly killing her. Resigned to the fact she will
not live long, she sets out to discover the mysterious
disappearance of her sister. Experience has taught her to deny herself the love
of a male, but the gruff Centaur is different. He doesn’t push his expectations
on her, only his healing nature.
inability to control his disorder will drive Patience away. Nevertheless,
desire flares, and Patience draws him close. Kidnapping and betrayal turn their
mythic joint venture into a deadly bout.
settled within him after making a decision on the next step to fulfill his
ruler’s wishes. He leaned toward the radio, flipped the switch, and let the
music roll over him while he set about making coffee in the stovetop
twenty-first century was by far his favorite time to live. Natural cure
innovations abounded, and the music jammed. Nodding in time to the deep bass
thump, Kid Rock rapped out his wish to be a cowboy. Rhy tapped his toe on the
wooden floor and swung his shoulders to the steady rhythm.
bargaining, and I’m good to go.
bedroom with bare feet. She cleared her throat. “Good morning.”
creased her face, and her hair lay mussed and wild about her shoulders. Heat
coiled low in his belly; his scrotum tightened inside his pants.
was in deep shit.
his waking mind, the plan seemed so easy. None of the sexy details were filled
in. Now, with her standing in front of him looking like she’d been tumbled hard
in the sack, all he could think of was . . . getting hard in the sack!
brown hair, liberally streaked with auburn, floated in waves over her shoulders
and cascaded down her back. He watched her like a slow motion movie. She lifted
her hands and pushed the heap away from her face, her breasts jiggling with
there.” He grabbed open the lower door of the cold box and hid behind it,
adjusting himself through his jeans. Guileless, her innocent eyes held no
condemnation for his Centaur breeding.
was born decades after the last arrow flew in hatred. Her people had committed
horrendous crimes, but he had murdered as well. He was the villain here, not
her. The proof stood right before his eyes, looking so damn beautiful—a felony
on two legs.