Teaching Between Midnight and Dawn, Midna's Farie Tale, Teach Me the Night, To Teach is Divine, Precede with Caution, Teaching Can be Murder, Dark Premonitions, A Kiss Between Midnight and Dawn, The Gargoyle Keeper, Red Ryzin, Blackwind's Song, Cycles of Change, Carousel, Loose Connections, Hidden Shadows, Renewal and Nuaduh's Revenge;
are Paranormal thrillers, which deal with the Celtic and Finnish legends of long ago, Ast's infamous Book of Magick, the Diary of Sir Wyatt, and lost images of both time and history. I believe my books are a fresh new take on this genre. Not only do they bring a feel for the urban, (and when I say urban, I mean true urban lol)but they incorporate the journey of the myths themselves, entertaining, and educating at the same time.
The industry is chalk full of talented Paranormal writers, but the voice of the minority woman is still quietly vacant. Even though the industry continues to grow each year; at the same time the multicultural aspect is still very lacking. Each of my Novels have their own feel for the urban, and educated.
This works together to help portray Paranormal Romance in a different perspective. I believe by bringing a different cultural aspect into a genre which has been predominately "Caucasian", it will draw a new type of reader all together, while staying true to the "faithful die-hard fan".
It's been my dream to be a writer since I was a teenager, and although I'm older now and have had several different careers, it's still my #1 dream. I grew up with a Cuban father, and my mother is Native American, Puerto Rican, Irish and African-American; so culture was a huge concept in my house. I grew up listening to people like Celia Cruz, Harry Belefonte, Tito Fuentes, Earth, Wind & Fire, just to name a few; with a mixture of Coltrane, Miles, "G", Beethoven, Bach, and Green, because this was my parents.
Yet, at the same time my abuelito, my pappi taught me to Salsa on his feet, and swing to big band. My family was and still is very eclectic. I speak both Spanish and English, and I embrace each of my backgrounds fully, which makes it kind of hard finding just the right niche sometimes.However, I tend to believe love is color blind, and am in love with the idea of being in love. It is my express wish to show this, and hope others feel the same way.
To my amazing children, who still love me even when I'm being mom. To Mom, love always. My Nieces, Sisters, Brothers and Cousins. Thanks a bunch( Tootles Biaches!) hahah, j/k.
Mwa! Love y'all
I would like to Acknowledge the wonderful legends and myths of not only the Egyptian people, but the Scottish, Irish, Romanian, Greek, Italian, Carpathian, Balkan, Japanese as well (I could go on and on lol).
Equally, to those of you who continue to be as fascinated by them as I am, and continue to write about them. Without my love for mythology, none of my books would be possible.
As well, thanks to the internet and all those novice scholars who post pages on Wikipedia; without you we would be nothing.
Not always cited correctly, but kewl just the same ;).
changes can bring about some of the most amazing adventures.
That’s exactly what Izobel Santos thought when she decided to chuck it all, and move from California to Louisiana to chase her dreams of opening a restaurant of her own.
In spite of this, sex, lies, without the video tape threaten to turn her once looked forward to venture into a nightmare; and it seems only one person knows the truth.
A past of pretext, deception and treachery jeopardize not only her dreams, but her life as well.
Can Izzy find the truth, before it’s too late…
Luc Moreau knew who she was from the moment he laid eyes on her. She looked so much like Sophia, that it was almost daunting! Yet from the moment his lips touched hers, he knew what his job was; to protect her from clandestine forces, and untold secrets of long ago, no matter what the cost…even if it might get them both killed!
As I maneuvered through the crowded dance floor, the music changed to this amazing seductive beat.
The waiter suddenly paused in front of me, and I looked up at him surprised.
“The host has sent this for the lovely lady.” He smiled behind the mask, and I frowned slightly.
I noticed the two glasses of champagne were tinted an electric green, then stared at them for several moments.
“Both?” I asked, my brows rising, and he nodded grinning.
“Seems he thinks you need to…loosen up a bit.” He laughed, and I frowned out right then.
I snatched both glasses off his tray, then commenced to down them both.
He threw his head back laughing, winked, then sauntered off.
I took a deep breath, then released it slowly.
I wasn’t sure why I was nervous, but something strange was in the air; and if I had to describe it, it was pure energy, but of a sexual nature.
I eased in between this dancing couple attempting to get to the middle of the dance floor.
I didn’t care if I would be dancing alone, but something about this song made me want…no need to dance.
I instantly realized it was Chibo Motto’s Sugar Water.
I closed my eyes behind the mask, and just allowed the music to envelope me, sighing as it seemed to take me higher.
But then again, it could have been the two glasses of champagne I’d just downed.
I felt some kind of electrical charge go through me, then gasped as I felt his presence.
Somehow even with my eyes closed, I knew it was him.
“I’d know this body anywhere.” He suddenly whispered into my neck, his lips brushing my skin, and I swear I felt it to the core of me and had to stifle the moan.
“Luc.” His name seemed to ease from me on a deep breath; he nodded, then drew me into his body, my back to his chest.
His hands caressed my bare shoulders, then nape of my neck, and I nearly screamed.
I wasn’t sure what was in that fucking champagne, or if I was just straight up horny; but every time he touched me, it felt as if tiny electrical currents were shooting through me, centering on every pleasure zone I had.
“Luc.” I gasped; he turned me, then crushed my lips with his.
“I need Cher, I swear I do! I caint function without her.” He swore fiercely against my lips, I gasped, opened my mouth to speak, when he covered it with his again; and I swear I almost screamed.
“And I didn’t mean for Cher to drink èm both, one was mine.” He chuckled in my ear, but I could no longer concentrate.
He swept me into his arms, then nodded to the two grinning men in the corner, and they parted the people for him laughing.
I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I knew I wanted him so far up in me in that moment, that I would swear it was burning a hole in me!
“Luc…” I moaned, and he nodded.
“Jus hole on mon amour; I promise it’ll pass soon.” He swore, as he took the stairs two at a time.
As he entered the bedroom, I somehow switched positions in his arms, he gasped, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my lips with his.
“Cher non, you don’t know what chue doin!”
“Yes I do, fuck me!” I hissed in his ear, and would swear I heard him growl.
“Amourexu…I cain…” I silenced him with my lips, jumped down from his arms, and immediately began snatching his clothes off. I shimmied out of my dress, which left only the garters and undies.
Which were crotch-less.
When he was bare chest, my touch caused him to gasp, snatch up a glowing green bottle, then down half its contents.
“Beb, we caint do this! Not yet, I need to explain some than…” He wailed backing up, and I gasped shocked interrupting him.
“Fine...if you don’t want me...just fucking say so Luc! But stop playing these fucking games!” I yelled, because that was the third time he blew me off.
I snatched up my dress to cover my breast, then made a b-line for the door, but never made it.
We slammed into the wall, he placed one strong arm between my legs, then hoisted me up eye level, pinning me there with his arm in between my thighs, and I swear my vajush was screaming for more as I gasped shocked.
I looked into his eyes bewildered.
“Not wont chue? I have tried everythin in ma power; to not fucking wont ye Izzy!” He spat, and my eyes widened, because his were suddenly an amber green, and the accent sounded just a bit different.
I would swear it was a mixture of British/French and Cajun!
“But…” He cut me off, by placing his finger to my lips.
“Naw, Cho! Co! Ye da one who been leadin me on a merry chase Poupèe, then boude all damn day, when I let go; don’t give me that merde. So stick a sussette in it and listen.” He barked, I was short of breath, and my eyes narrowed.
But my faithless ass body caused me to nearly moan in pleasure from that slight touch, despite my offense.
“I never said…” I attempted, he shook his head drawing even closer to me, and I was all aware that his arm was still between my thighs, giving me pleasure, even if he had no clue of it.
“Just stop.” He commanded, jerking me into his body, and I swear I had never been so turned on by a man in my life!
Gone was my docile Luc, replaced by this extremely sexy…aggressive…man.
And I was loving every fucking minute of it.
“Ye want me to fuck ye Izzy? Believe me; I have wanted to do nothin more since I was sixteen fucking years old! But this ain’t about a fuck; it’s about ye and me Izzy.
Ye belonging to me, and no one else. Me…the only man allowed between these thighs.” He declared, as he suddenly removed his arm, caught me, and pinned me to the wall, his hands gripping my hips.
“Me the only man smacking this tight ass.” He affirmed into my throat as his hands suddenly began to palm my ass, and my head rolled back, leaning against the wall.
I gasped as he suddenly held me against the wall with his upper body, then stepped out of his slacks.
“Me the only man suckin on this hot little cunt.” He avowed, and I did scream this time, as he placed two fingers inside of me, and my muscles immediately began to milk them for all the pleasure I could get.
“Me the only man makin ye cum for hours; cuz believe me, if I fuck ye, ye belong to me, and me only Izzy and I fucking mean that! Because I swear to God, I will kill any other man ye do.” He pledged with a growl, actually seriously bit my neck this time, jerked me down on his erection, and I screamed from the pleasure.
“Still want me to fuck ye?”He snarled, and I could only pant, as I felt myself completely full for the first time in my life, then wiggled to draw him up even deeper, and he growled in the back of his throat...