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Stubborn and suspicious are two qualities that don’t go over well in the Queen family… I should know. My elders curse my independent streak. But I can’t just sit back and let the Lady we serve make a weapon out of me. I can't see my twin hardened into a villain, either. The Lady thinks she's making the rules. I guess I'm not much of a follower. ***A series collection of the complete Foulweather Twins fantasy trilogy. *** Where does my story truly begin? Maybe with the birth of twins to a soon-dead witch. Or possibly with the name bestowed on me by the Lady, the immortal we serve. She called me Sage, and my sister Wren. The Foulweather twins. As I choose to see it, my story begins when ...
Suspicion and stubbornness have never served Sage so well… There are moments when the panic swells in me as I realize again what I have done. To betray the immortal I was raised to serve… What was I thinking? But those are just moments. Every day I live with the consequences, and they’re worth it. If the only way I know to make the Lady suffer, to force her power to wilt, is to serve another like her, I will take it. Until I find a better way. Sage Brighton made a choice six months ago. A choice that changed her whole world. Now she skulks in the shadows, hiding even more from her twin and the rest of the Queen family than she had before. Serving two immortals is stretching her beyond ...
School was hard enough when she didn’t have to avoid the sun… Angel Rose Channing didn't ask for the added drama of being turned into a teenage vampire. Her old problems with boys and gossipy friends sound downright easy compared with struggling not to murder people. She used to be able to make a mistake without somebody dying, but now everyone she knows is on the line. And when Angel’s hunger finally takes over, it’s her best friends who are in the most danger. Her vampire sire insists she’s a fool to try to keep up her normal life, but Angel’s not giving up. Author's Note: My Undead Life is inspired by two 1990s TV shows the author still isn’t over. And so…this mash-up emerged. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it.
Stubborn and suspicious are two qualities that don’t go over well in the Queen family… Where does my story truly begin? Maybe with the birth of twins to a soon-dead witch. Or possibly with the name bestowed on me by the Lady, the immortal we serve. She called me Sage, and my sister Wren. The Foulweather twins. As I choose to see it, my story begins when I first participated in the course of my life. When I started making my own decisions, despite everything I’d been taught. Forced recluse with a secret life? That’s me. Sage Brighton is a young woman of incredible power, but she doesn’t decide how that power is used, or anything else about her life. As a witch of the Queen family, a...
Sage thought she could run…but the price is too high. After what I did, I had no choice but to run. And there’s no warm welcome waiting for me back home. But what kind of a life is this? My ties to the Queens severed, my powers diminished…not to mention the constant pain. I want to be powerful again. I crave it. Some days I wonder how far I’d go to regain my former strength. Sage Brighton left the world she knew behind six months ago. After betraying the Lady and the witches who serve her, she can’t return to that life. But now fear seems to be the only force driving her out of bed in the morning. Fear that she’ll never be the witch she was again. Fear that this pain – which sh...
Sometimes a dream is just the beginning. Isa's dreams hold power. The entire village knows it, which is why she is not yet married with a home of her own. At the end of a long cruel winter, she receives a dream that she can't stop thinking about. Could the dream be the answer to her family's hunger? Might she finally prove her worth at the same time? ***Fly Straight and True is a standalone short story. ***
You shouldn’t tread in the woods alone. In the arms of night. Shouldn’t tread in the woods alone. In the arms of night… When Micah finds his pregnant wife suffering from a high fever and a vicious rash, he dreads the diagnosis. The Arms of Night have been known to kill, and their first child is due in a month. Micah must find the herb the healer needs – tonight, before the full moon sets. And to do so, he must tread in the woods alone, perilous as they may be… ***In the Arms of Night is a standalone short story. ***
Spooky season in Crescent Bay shouldn’t be this sinister. The town wide Halloween fundraiser was supposed to be all fun and frights. A full weekend of haunted attractions, creepy plays, and enough spookiness to delight the town, all to finance the upcoming remodel of the Crescent Bay Library. My friend and employee Sheldon is more excited than most, until the skeleton standing sentry at the museum entrance is stolen. A couple harmless pranks to celebrate the season are one thing…and we probably should have expected that when we went all in on Halloween. But when Grady Cordell, the caretaker of crumbling Branson House, is found dead on the property, the festivities take a dark turn. With ...
The half-human daughter of a love god. The fae heir to a powerful destiny. And the aphrodisiac expected to save Underworld from disaster. Hazel can’t help what she is. Being the daughter of a love god isn’t all fun and games. She wants no part of her father’s world. Otherworld forests are full of huge, scary creatures and annoying pixie pests. And the people there are no better…they’ve never even given her a chance. She wants nothing to do with Sidhe men, either. Especially after that last time… But her effect on human men (and women, for that matter) makes a normal relationship impossible, not to mention introducing some seriously awkward situations. Ian has spent the last year ...
I always knew I'd inherit Covett House. But the timing couldn't be worse. My divorce is still fresh. I’m not even forty. Quite. The last thing I need is pressure to step right into the life Nanna made for herself in Crescent Bay. What do I need with an 1888 Victorian mansion in a tiny northern California coastal town? I live by myself now. But I'm not alone here. There are those half-heard whispers in the night, the reappearance of Nanna's lost cat...and then there's the murder. Cherise Tillson died on the floor of the Museum of the Odd and Wondrous, the most eccentric piece of my inheritance, the day after I got to town. But why did she have my name on her person? And what was she doing i...