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Fatal Harmony
I may be the villain of the story, but at least I get a leading role. Evil is a term thrown around history and literature as if it's something so easily definable. A concept to fight against. Evil doesn’t exist. Neither does ‘good.’ Vampires do, though. I just happen to be one. I’ve cruised through the centuries managing to avoid all the wars, supernatural and human, but still going to all the best parties. I would say I avoided bloodshed, but it’s kind of part of the whole ‘vampire’ thing. I’ve lived on the fringes of a society that considered cruelty and sadism favorable character traits for almost five hundred years. Now I'm in the middle of a war that might just put my nonbeating heart in a lot of danger. Battles, I can handle. The impossible attraction between me and the vampire slayer, not to mention the penetrating gaze of the king of our race, on the other hand? I might not get out undead.
Doyenne
I don't know what it's like to feel.To hurt.The ability was stolen from me in my youth.I consider that theft a gift.Feelings got in the way when you were building an empire.Amassing power.I had the empire.I had the power. One moment in an alley changed everything.What took over a decade to amass was snatched away in a second.He killed for me.But he didn't save me.
Lies That Sinners Tell
Darkness asked her to dance.It started with a cold stare.An arrangement.A deal with a devil in a bespoke suit.He was wicked. Cruel. No sane person would fall in love with him.But sanity abandoned her the second she agreed to be his.She chose to take his hand.It started with a white dress.With ocean eyes.With a woman he had to have, even though he had no business touching her porcelain skin.She was never meant to enter his world.He dragged her in anyway.It was meant to be about his twisted, selfish desires.She gave him a glimpse of the man he could've been had the world not turned him into a monster.He led her into the abyss.There, in the darkness, she learned wicked things.He knew he'd ruin her life, loving her. So he lied. Like the sinner he was, he broke her gentle, precious heart.Like only a devil could.But the dance had to end.
Truths That Saints Believe
The dance is over.The battle begins.Broken hearts never heal quite right. Especially when they've been ripped to pieces, torn to shreds. She wasn't supposed to fall in love with him. She'd promised she wouldn't. Stella had known the rules when this began. "I will never love you," he'd said...But he'd lied, because his world had been nothing but pain and hatred. Because he was a powerful man and love left you weak and defenseless. He had loved her. The dark, ugly twisted parts of him had loved her. His love was torture. It was addictive. It was oxygen. But it wasn't enough.His life has been a constant war. But he'd never fought for anyone. Until her.He knew that he was cursing her. Sentencing her to a life that she didn't deserve. That would ruin her. But he had no other choice. He'd fought to be a good man, to let her live without him. But he couldn't live without her. He would fight for her. To get her back. Till death. He wasn't a good man. He was the villain.One who needed her. Who would stop at nothing to get her back.He would prove to her that even his wretched, villainous heart could love her.
Birds of Paradise
He collected beautiful things. Rare things. Ripped them out of their natural environment and preserved them in all of their dead splendor. The problem was I wasn't beautiful. I was all of the hideous and ugly realities of the world packaged into one broken human being. He came to kill me. That was his business. Death. He ripped me out of my natural environment, the prison I'd created, and locked me away with all of his beautiful dead things. I hated him. I still hate him. But if I was given the choice and the ability to leave this cage, come back to life, I'd stay dead. In all of my hideous splendor. Because my murderer can only possess dead things. And I can only be possessed by someone more broken and ugly than me.
Deadline to Damnation
My life is about the story.I've risked my life for it.Many times.I chase the story so I can escape having to face my own.But this one is different.This story will make my career. My life.Or it will end it.The Sons of Templar MC. The most notorious and dangerous outlaw motorcycle club in the country.And I'm going to get the scoop.Or I'll die trying.
Making the Cut (the Sons of Templar MC)
Gwen Alexandra does not need a man in her life. Especially not a man who looks like Chris Hemsworth and Joe Manganiello's love child. One wearing leather, riding a Harley, and covered in tattoos. Gwen can bet every pair of her Manolo's that Cade Fletcher is trouble. From the moment she meets him, the attraction sizzles between them. Gwen has a problem when it comes to attractive men in motorcycle clubs. The last one she got involved with almost killed her. After healing physically, Gwen decides to get a new start in a small town, half a country away from the man who nearly cost her her life. She isn't in town five minutes when she runs into Cade, a man that is too sexy and dangerous for his own good. She tries to keep away from him, to ignore the attraction between them. But the biker has other ideas, soon she is in way over her head, and her heart, and her life are in danger once again.
Deathless
My life was never black and white. Heck, it wasn’t even black, white and gray. Lines were not drawn between good and evil, and if they were, I would have jumped those suckers for fun. But now it was simpler. It wasn’t black and white. Or gray. It was only one thing. Blood. A crimson-tinted world. That was all I needed. All I wanted. Him. Despite the war raging around us, or the secrets between us, there was nothing simpler than blood. It didn’t matter that it would be fatal. After all, it’s the things we’re not undead without that will kill us in the end.
Echoes of Silence
People make love seem complicated. Intricate. Novels try to capture its intensity; music tries to rein in its soul.I've read every novel I could. I've lived and breathed every song that I could listen to. The sounds fill my unquiet mind.Then he came.Killian.He brought with him the beauty of silence that echoes through my soul and showed me love isn't complicated. It's simple. Beautiful.Some say love at first sight doesn't exist, that you can't find your soul mate at sixteen years old. Those are people rooted in reality, chained to the confines of life that dictates how you are meant to think. Killian broke those chains. He broke everything, shattered it so I can see that reality is overrated, that daydreams can somehow come to life.My life tumbled into darkness in the time after I met him, so dark I'm not sure I'll ever see the light again. But he is always at my side. His life means he knows how to navigate the dark and he can lead me out.I wade through the darkness with him at my side.We'll be together forever; I'm certain of that.Until I'm not.Note: This is book one of two. Killian and Lexie's story does not end here and will be continued in a following book.
Still Waters
There's a phrase: Still waters run deep. But there's more to it than that. Because "still" doesn't denote peace. Nor calm. Nor happiness. It's an illusion. It's chaos. The only way to handle chaos is to become it. That's what Lucy did. She created stillness out of the chaos tumbling inside her and called the most chaotic motorcycle club in the United States her family. The Sons of Templar gave her chaos, friendship, family, danger and death. But she wouldn't want it any other way. Then he came. The one who showed her that her handle on chaos was tumultuous at best. Showed her how to stand still. And how good it could be. And how drowning in those waters comes as easy as breathing.
