Saturday, December 5, 2020

He's got the right tool to fix her broken heart. Hot for the Handyman is LIVE!

Title: Hot for the Handyman
Series: The Single Moms of Seattle
Author: Whitley Cox
Genre: Steamy, Contemporary Romance, Single Mom, Rom-Com
Release Date: December 5, 2020

He's got just the right tool to fix her broken heart ...

Welcome to Seattle, the Emerald City and home to The Single Moms of Seattle. Three sexy single ladies who drink a ton of wine every Saturday night, bitch about life, have each other's backs, are the ultimate mama bears, and hope to one day, just maybe find love again.
This is Bianca’s story ...

Bianca’s life is insane.
A single mom to three kids, she moved back to her hometown of Seattle after her husband cheated and knocked up his secretary.
She’s just trying to get to the next day without pulling out her hair.
With a full-time job as a project manager overseeing the renovations on affordable housing, she’s doing her best to put food on the table for her kids while also proving to the world that she can make it on her own—she doesn’t need a man.
She does however, need a handyman.

Cue, Jack.
He rides in on his Harley with his smoldering blue eyes, a beard and sleeves of tattoos to save her from an abusive contractor.
He’s also a handyman. A Jack of all trades.
Is Bianca’s luck finally changing?
But Jack has one condition before he takes the job to finish the renovations on the new four-plex—she cannot fall in love with him.

An easy task for sure, right?
She just needs him to get the units rentable, love isn’t even on her radar.
But Jack’s not just a flickering flame, he’s an inferno and Bianca is drawn to him like a moth—singed wings be damned.
What happens when summer is over, Jack’s job ends, and he rides off into the sunset? Will he take Bianca’s heart with him, or will he stay and save her one last time—from heartbreak?

**Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, cursing, a sexy alpha male, and of course as with all my books, this has an HEA and no cliffhanger or cheating. If you liked my single dad series, then you'll love this spin-off trilogy.

“Their story is off the charts steamy and the chemistry oozes from the moment this pair meet. It has passion, drama and is also flirty and heartfelt. The intensity between these two radiates from the words and seeps into your heart and soul.” (Kylee, Goodreads Review)
“OMW! H-O-T...burn the pages right off your Kindle! This is my favorite of all the Single Mom series I loved Hot for the Handyman. Bianca's story is finally written and man was it worth the wait!” (CheriQBee, Goodreads Review)

There went those cheeks again. 

The prettiest shade of fucking pink he ever did see. 

On the prettiest—fuck—the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid eyes on. 

This Bianca—damn, he even loved her name—was the epitome of sensuality, sexuality and spunk, all rolled into light brown eyes, glossy brown hair and curves he wanted to sink his teeth into. 

He’d been waiting for her to remember him as the man at the intersection who’d given her a thumbs-up when he caught her dancing in the car, but so far, she hadn’t made the connection. 

Her day was rough. He bet she couldn’t remember what she had for breakfast, let alone a man who’d made her cheeks turn that sexy fucking pink as she let loose to Taylor Swift at the red light. 

Sputtering, she blinked a bunch of times over those eyes he wanted to see gaze up at him as she fell to her knees and took him in her mouth. “Fall in love with you? You want me to promise not to fall in love with you?” She snorted before tossing her head back with a laugh. “Good one, Jack. I needed a laugh like that today. Thank you.”

“Just doing my job, darlin’,” he said with a big grin he knew was borderline cheesy. “Keeping the boss-lady happy. But seriously, I’m here to work and just for the summer. Try to keep it in your pants when you’re around me, okay? I got a job to do.” He followed up with an even bigger grin and a wink. 

Her smile was natural and carefree, and it took her looks from a ten to a fucking twenty. “You always this cocky?”

“Not cocky, darlin’, just funny. Love to make people—women—laugh. Make ’em smile. Too much in this world has you frowning. The patriarchy, wage gap, pants without pockets.”

That got her laughing. “It is a plague we all face. Whoever thought pants without pockets was a good idea …”

“Was probably a man.”

“You’re probably right.” Sighing, she nodded. “I’ll do my best to keep it in my pants with pockets and not fall in love with you. You have my word. Besides, love, romance or anything in between is so far off my radar, it’s invisible to the naked eye.” That last bit was said with a twinge of regret in her tone and made him wonder what her deal was. Divorced? Widowed? In a loveless marriage with a limp-dicked moron?

A Canadian West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart, and together they have two beautiful daughters and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn't end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it's not quite wine o'clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.

A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With single dads, firefighters, Navy SEALs, mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role-playing, Whitley’s books have all the funny and fabulously filthy words you could hope for.


Monday, November 30, 2020

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Five snowy nights, six lonely hearts and a whole lot of mistletoe...

Christmas, a time when dreams come true, finds six lonely singles tricked into spending the holiday in a romantic cabin in the heart of Washington’s snowy Snoqualmie Pass.

Dr. Will Colson, an ornery, overworked ER doctor, longs to get away and ignore the holiday, and Amber Roth, a feisty contractor with a chip on her shoulder, has a secret she’s kept for much too long. Then there’s Rowan Briggs, a talented chef who doesn’t know when to shut his trap, and brilliant author Juniper Davis, who’s almost given up on love. Entrepreneur Hunter Kingsley simply wants to fill her empty heart and go on an adventure, and finally, there’s Austin Masters, the nerdy scientist with a penchant for fire and a bumbling awkwardness that always lands him in a tight spot.

Sparks fly and secrets are revealed during their five days together, but it’s more than holiday whimsy and the spirit of the season that have their hearts aflutter. This year, Christmas magic – and sizzling attraction – might lead them to their true love, who could be right in front of them, standing beneath the mistletoe.

Thursday, November 12, 2020

Unwanted Mate #romance #paranormal #alienshifter



Mala never expected her mother to force her hand when it came to taking a husband, but that’s what she was doing. The threat hung over her head find a husband or be disinherited. There was no way her mom was going to run her life. She’d show her! The money would come and go, but she didn’t want to live without her family. What could she do?

When she called a number for a new dating site, she didn’t expect much.

Rykiel was placed in cryo thousands of years ago. He never expected to be woken. When he was, it was to be told that his mate was waiting for him. If he accepted her, his new life on earth would begin.

Neither expected to wake up mated. Now they would have to learn how to live together and what it means to be mated for eternity.

The tracker who glorified in evil was making his way to earth. His sights were set on killing Rykiel and destroying the planet before he went to the next one.

Could Mala and Rykiel not only find love but build a relationship that would stand against what was coming their way?


Readers 18 and older

Chapter One

“Mom, really? This isn’t the eighteen hundreds, and I don’t need a husband.” Mala slumped in her chair. Her mother and her grandmother didn’t play. When they combined forces, they were deadly. She could see her grandmother’s manipulation in her mother’s words.

“Listen, baby, I am doing this for your own good. You and I both know there are wolves out there, and all they want is your money.”

“Mom, I’ve been living under the radar for years. No one knows I have money.” That was true enough. She lived in a two-bedroom apartment that had seen better days, more like better years. It was rundown, but it allowed her something all her mom’s money didn’t—freedom.

“It’s time for this rebellious streak of yours to end. You’re a princess, my princess.”

“Mom, please, hear me out.”

There was a long drawn out sigh from the other end of the line. “Talk.”

“I want to make it on my own the way grandma did, and you did after her. I can’t do that if I’m spending your money flitting up Rodeo drive or wherever you think I should be. Don’t you want me to be independent? I’m not ready to get married yet; I will eventually.”

“Eventually? Young lady, did you just say you will get married eventually? When? When I’m too old to enjoy my grandkids? When your grandmother is dead? Is that when eventually will come around for you?”

And yep, she lost her mother. She should have left the eventually part and anything to do with a husband off.


“Don’t mom me, your grandmother was right. Let me tell you something. Your grandmother worked her fingers to the bone, and I followed in her footsteps to make a better life for you. Now you want to throw it in our faces. You don’t want the money or the heritage you were born into. That’s fine, don’t show up to your cousin's wedding, and we’ll consider this whole thing water under the bridge.”

Mala sat back, knowing she was relaxing too soon.

“If you don’t show up, I’ll know you no longer want to be part of this family. If you show up, then I’ll know you’re ready to be married and live a life that doesn’t have you looking both ways before you leave that sad apartment you stay in.”

“Mom, please, let’s talk about this.”

“I’m done talking. I love you, but…” The phone went silent when she hung up.

She should have known better. Why would she try to have a normal conversation with her mother? Better yet, why was she staying away from the wealth and privilege she was born into? She didn’t want to think about that day when everything changed. It was the first time she understood what real fear was. How long had she lived with it tucked deep inside of her, waiting to burst if she ever let her guard down? Too long.

Now she needed to think about her mom and her grandma. There had to be something she could do to change their minds. The one thing she refused to give up was her family.

She moved from the chair in the kitchen to the couch that needed to be thrown out. It wasn’t in good enough shape to donate, probably because she bought it second hand. With a deep sigh, she stopped avoiding the next phone call she had to make.


“Gram!” She smiled, even though the situation was tense, she loved talking to her grandma.

“Mala, baby, I’ve missed you.”

“Sorry, I haven’t called more.”

“Are you coming to Tony’s wedding?”

“Maybe, probably, that’s why I’m calling you. I talked to mom. She said if I don’t come, I can kiss the family goodbye. If I do come, then that means I’m ready to get married. Can you talk to her?” She hated the whining tone to her voice, but sometimes you have to do what you have to do.

“Baby, you know I’m with your mother. It’s time for you to get married.”

“All this is about money and me moving back home.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. One day that money will be yours no matter what; this is about a husband.”

“I will not marry someone you picked out just to make you happy.”

“I see, there is another possibility.”

Mala sat up straight, tension making her head hurt. Slowly she surveyed her living room expecting a lion to jump from behind her couch. Her grandmother didn’t make money in a time when women, especially black women, weren’t respected, without being shrewd. She’d seen more than one person take her grandmother for granted until she ripped out their throats (metaphorically speaking).

“Another possibility?” It was better to be cautious when dealing with her gram.

“I hear your hesitancy, baby. What can I do? I’m just saying there’s another way.”

The lion was sharpening her claws while she scented her prey. When Mala grew up, she would be just like her gram, if she lived long enough.

“I’m listening.”

“Your mother already has a suitable candidate picked out.”

Mala felt herself backing up. Her sense of self-preservation was screaming at her to getaway.

“Who does she have picked out?” Why did she ask?

“Kenny Thompson or a Denny something. Anyway, you went to school with him. He’s interested in you, always has been. I can just see the beautiful children you will have.”

Snap! Mala jumped as the trap closed around her. She was throwing herself at the walls like an angry animal looking for a way out. That would never happen; she wouldn’t let it.

“You said there was an alternative.” She tried to keep the tremble out of her voice, but she knew the lion heard it. Her grandmother would be sitting on her plush chair, the one she held court on when they were all around her. She would be smiling wide as she sharpened her claws about to make her final lunge.

“You could do something unexpected. Something your mother would never think of.”


“You could show up at the wedding with a husband in tow.”

Absolutely not. She’d rather lose the people she loved than fall into line and marry someone she didn’t love. It wasn’t happening. No way.

“I do understand if Kenny or is it Denny, is the man for you. Your mom said you had a crush on him when you were in school. Who knew he felt the same way about you? Is he the one that got away?”

They had laws against the things she wanted to see happen to him. Better not share that thought with her gram.

“As always, gram, you’ve been helpful.”

“Will I see you at the wedding?”

“Maybe, probably, only time will tell.”

“I know your mom can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle. It will be the wedding of the year. The planning, the shopping, the guest list. I can already see the blissful smile on my child’s face.” The sharp claws reach through the bars of the trap going for the throat only to catch an arm.

“I’ll talk to you later, gram.”

“Bye, baby, I need to call your mom.”

Mala paused and listened to dead air before putting the phone down after making sure it was hung up.

She didn’t know how long she sat there before she finally roused herself. What was she going to do? There was no way in hell she would ever marry Kenneth Thompson. Even if she were drugged, she would know the answer to the ‘will you marry me’ question was no. Not her mother, her grandmother, or even God (sorry God) could convince her to marry that man. She wouldn’t touch him with someone else’s hand.

The knock at the door made her jump.

“Who’s there?”

“It’s Isa, were you expecting someone else?”

“Sorry,” she hurried to the door to open it.

“Girl, what happened to you?”

Isa was her best friend; they met at the local weight watchers meeting, which didn’t work for either of them. Everyone speculated it was because neither was concerned about being plus size or fluffy if you were the right man.

“You look like someone shot your dog, and I know you don’t have a dog.”

“But I want one. Stupid apartment rules, no pets. I know the guy upstairs has a dog, and he’s terrifying.”

“That’s why the manager hasn’t thrown him or the dog out. Stop changing the subject. What’s wrong?”

Mala took one of the bags Isa was holding and walked into the kitchen.

“I thought we were cooking.”

“I’m tired, so I stopped for takeout. This way, we can settle down and watch the Avengers: Endgame in peace without being hot and bothered.”

“It would have been cheaper to go see it in the movies. Did you see how much the movie cost?” Mala complained, pulling out plates.

“By the time we both got tickets, drinks, popcorn, and chocolate, you know we would have spent way more than what it cost to buy it.”

“I know you’re right, I’m just...”

“Avoiding the subject of what’s wrong.”

“My mom called.” She gave Isa a recap of her phone calls before they took their plates into the living room.

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. Do you know a hot sexy man who’s down for pretending to be my husband?”

“No, but how do you think that’s going to work out? You can’t just take a pretend husband to the wedding and announce a month later that you’re getting a divorce.”

“Did I ask you to be the voice of reason?”

“Nope, I just like messing with you.”

“Seriously, what am I going to do?”

“Get married. What else can you do?”

“I’m not a sex slave or a baby-making machine, and I refuse to even look at the man my mother wants me to marry.”

“Then pick one of your own. You’re thirty-two, I’ve seen you looking at the babies and the women walking around who just happen to flash their rings at everyone they meet.”

“You saw me looking because you were looking too,” Mala grumbled, but Isa was right. She did want to get married; it just wasn’t a pressing matter.

“Wait, I know.” Isa jumped up and did a half skip back to the kitchen. “Someone gave me this," she announced when she sat again. “I snorted and shoved it into the bag with our food, but now I think you can use it.”

It was done in big black letters in some hoity-toity font that she would never pick. Do you need a mate? We’ve been connecting lonely, desperate, and much too fat women with mates for years. The skinny need not apply. Skin color no issue; no matter how fat, we have a mate for you. Skinny people need not apply. Call the number below, and we will be in touch with you.

“Do you think they’re cannibals that prefer to eat fat women?”


“What? They said twice, skinny women need not apply. Sounds like they are recruiting dinner.”

“If they try to eat you, I will protect you.”

“Girl, you’re not skinny, they’ll eat you too.”

“At least, we’ll die together, friends forever. Now stop stalling and call.”

That was one reason she and Isa were good friends; they called each other out on their BS.

“I’m calling.” Mala picked up her phone, wanting to do anything else but this, but her mom and gram had backed her into a corner. They better watch out. Sometimes it was the young cub that won the day. “It’s ringing like forever.”

She wasn’t expecting a voicemail when one clicked on, but there was no voice message

“Hi, I’m Mala.” The phone hung up. “Rude! I think this must be a prank. I didn’t even have time to give them my number, thank God. I hope they don’t have caller I.D., or they’ll be playing on my phone.”

“That was weird.”

“I know,” she was already putting it behind her. “Come on, we have dinner and sexy superheroes to watch. You think I can convince one of them to marry me?”

“Me first.” They laughed before pushing play.

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Sunday, November 8, 2020

Fall into #Romance #Giveaway #Prizes #paperbacks #Amazon #giftcard

We’re in the final quarter of 2020, and I think we ALL need a pick-me-up! 

I’ve teamed up with four other amazing authors to offer a spectacular fall giveaway! 

We’ve got FIVE signed paperbacks up for grabs….as well as a $100 Amazon gift card! 

Hop on over to this link to check it out, there are tons of entry options!

 The contest runs November 7 - 21st and the winners will be announced on November 23rd. 

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Friday, October 23, 2020




Dante’s birth was a last-ditch effort to save the galaxy. He was born to sit on the throne. The created who he protected was given to him to keep him from interfering with the rest of the universe. Now his past and future are on a collision course. His uncle is challenging him for the throne he doesn’t want. His people’s lives are on the line, and one beautiful female is diverting his attention.

She was sent with explicit orders to get dirt on Dante or lead him to his death. One of them will die, and she is determined for it to be him. The sight, sound, and the feel of him was something she never anticipated. As the stakes grow higher, will she choose to turn him in for death, or will she die in his place?

It will all comes to a head in the battle for the throne. Someone must die. Who will pay the ultimate price? Who will sit on the throne? Will it be Dante, the future king, or his uncle, the usurper? If Dante dies, what will happen to the galaxy and the female who makes his heart beat faster?

In the battle for love and the throne, sometimes the only way to win is to do it your way.

Chapter One:

“RA’el’tralau-un’ra’braer” Dante turned over, ignoring the voice in his head.

“RA’el’tralau-un’ra’braer,” he turned to his back, crossing his hands over his chest. For a moment, he allowed himself to wish Raphael, his youngest brother was lying beside him. They recharged the other. He could use some recharging and a comforting presence.

“I have learned the female is pregnant.”

Dante knew a threat when he heard one. He got out of bed slowly. He was not swift to anger, but Raphael was a sensitive spot that could make him strike first and think later. He looked around the one-bedroom apartment he rented over a bar. It was the only thing in his life that wasn’t complicated.

“My name is Dante. I will never answer to another. To communicate with me, you know what to call me.” He had many names in his long life. He changed them as casually as he changed his clothes, but this name was who he was. The moment he took it, the others faded away as if they never existed. Dante - the bearer, Dante - enduring. How true they both are.

“Dante,” the name was said with such disdain he had to smile.

 “Pradier, it’s been a while.” It was all he could do to keep a civil tongue in his mouth as he talked to the one male he would like to see forever locked up, his father.

“I hear your brother’s mate is pregnant.”

His pradier did not consider Mick, Damon, Lucca, or Julian as his brothers because they did not have enough Kyrios in them. Raphael had more than enough. Dante shook his head; he, himself, was full of Theos. He was enough to be considered full blood at seventy-six percent. How had the scientists that created him not known that the largest donor to his DNA was living?

“It would be a shame if something happened to the child or the mate.”

“It would be worse if the heavens burned.” He hoped his pradier was paying attention. There were few times he threatened; he usually saved those times for his brothers or his created.

He changed clothes and went to visit Raphael.

Effie, Raphael’s mate, was in tears. Raphael handed her to his brother, hoping he could calm her. He whispered words in his native language, knowing they would help to calm her.

“She couldn’t wake me up,” Raphael told him. It was too low for Effie to hear.

“Pradier was making threats earlier.”

“I’ll go see him.”

“That joy is all mine. You take care of your mate, child, and the Drennay.” The Drennay was part of Raphael’s heritage, and he was a king on that planet, although he didn’t like it. The job of making sure the planet was safe was on his shoulders.

Raphael rolled his eyes. Dante had to smile. Rena had them all doing that now.

“He’s going to be fine, Effie, I promise you.” He didn’t promise lightly. His word was law and could not be broken. There was the occasional time he was able to work around what he said. Those times were few.

Dante stepped back and guided Effie to her mate. She sniffed then burrowed into Raphael’s arms, settling on his chest. Dante placed a small kiss on her cheek. The love he had for his family shining briefly before he put it away

“Dante, Mercy hasn’t come back. Will you check on her?”

“I will. Raphael, your son is fine, but have Damon look at him.” With that, he was gone. He stopped in the in-between to look for Mercy, Effie’s friend. Once again, he couldn’t find her. She was the only being in the universe he couldn’t pinpoint. It bothered him. He stepped out and into  Julian’s living room.

“Dante, I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Eshe,” Dante took her hand, giving her a formal bow before kissing the back of the hand he held. What can I do for you?” Eshe was one of Aliya’s spirit guides and her great grandmother many times removed. Aliya was Julian’s mate. His family kept growing along with his people.

Eshe patted the couch, and he took a seat next to her. She stayed quiet for a while watching him. “Do you know what the opposite of growth is?”

“Death,” he replied with confidence.

“What happens when you decide not to grow?”

“That’s impossible.” He didn’t have the choice. When you couldn’t die, all you had left was growth.

“You delude yourself. That’s not like you. When you choose not to grow, those around you die. What you need in your life becomes lost in the sands of time. A meeting on a dance floor doesn’t happen. An invitation to a company party never gets extended. The desire for food that becomes take out from one of the best restaurants in the world never happens, and you never walk in your purpose. Delusion is the enemy of reality.” Eshe sat back, making herself comfortable on the couch.

Water walked in. He was another of Aliya’s spiritual guides. He was her many times removed great grandfather on her father’s side. Eshe and Water looked to be in their early twenties. Water the proud Native and Eshe the proud African.

Julian walked in with Aliya.

“Dante,” Aliya hurried over and gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek. “I’ve missed you.”

“I was off-planet taking care of some business.”

“I’m glad you’re back.”




Raphael woke with several curses coming from his lips in several languages that weren’t spoken on the earth.

“Baby,” he spoke to his mate. “I need to leave. I’m going to take you to Aran and Rena’s. You’ll be safe with her.”


“She’s coming with you.”

Effie nodded before getting up and getting dressed. Raphael knew she wanted to argue, but he needed to do this. He would not leave his brother on his own.

He dressed, wrapping himself in a black material softer than silk. It slid around his body, showing off every masculine line. When dressed, he raised his hands, waiting until he was covered in a purple swath that wrapped around his chest like ropes. The symbolism was unmistakable for those in the know. He took Effie’s hand and led her to the living room where her gram waited for them.

With a simple thought, he took them to Aran’s living room.




“I want to come,” Rena growled.

Aran stopped dressing to look at his mate. Years later, it still didn’t seem possible that she loved him. The way she growled, the way she moved, the way she looked when she carried his child. She was so fierce. He had spent so many years in despair before she came along.

“I need you here, Doll. There is no one I trust to make sure the mates are taken care of more than I trust you. We won’t be gone long.”

She gave a sigh agreeing but not liking it. Aran stepped back as he clothed himself in a black material that cradled his body, showing off every muscular plane. Then a gold fabric wrapped around his chest like a rope.

He stepped to her, pulling her into his arms for a kiss. “As you say, this too shall pass.”

“I’d like to give that male a swift kick.”

“That’s not our place. We will stand with Dante and abide by what he says.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard it all before. I’d still like to give him a swift kick. He deserves one for everything he has done to Dante and the rest of you.”

“Doll, that’s why you’re staying here. I can’t have you kicking him.” She gave into laughter as she pictured herself trying to kick the male that proclaimed to be Dante’s father.

They opened the door of their soundproofed bedroom to find their house in chaos.

“Aran, I think everyone is here.” They walked downstairs to find created and mates in the living room, kitchen, and spilling out to both the back and the front yard.

“I can’t take all of you with me.” Aran was Dante’s right-hand man, and the general of his army. If there was ever a time to fight, it was now. “Raphael.” He ran his hand through his hair that Rena told him was a little too long but wouldn’t let him cut it.

“Let’s try this. Two brothers from each family. Who do we have?”

“Raphael and I will go,” Mick told him, coming to stand beside them.

“The protectors and I will go,” King said as he stood by Storm and Luna. King was the head of their family. His name was chosen long before he came to the earth.

All heads turned to look at Ash as he stood beside Aran. Slade, Aran’s twin brother, and Jabari stepped forward. They were attired the same in black with a silver swath of clothing over their chests wrapped like ropes.

Aran moved them swiftly through time and space until they were standing in front of the door to the palace, which had no ending and no beginning. The doors opened, beckoning them in. The walls were ivory carved with words and symbolisms as old as time. They were in a receiving hall. Guards lined up on either side of the wall.

Aran ignored them as he walked down the corridor that would lead to the throne room. That is where Dante would be meeting his father. On each side, there were priceless paintings as well as other busts and artwork—a few from Earth, most from other planets in high demand.

The door to the throne room was ivory and gold mixed with a luminescent material that most in the known galaxy would kill to possess. It opened for them without a guard. They walked in to find the sides of the room filled with dignitaries who came to plead their case or to curry favor with the king. In front of the throne was Dante on his knees. His father was smiling at him.

“You brought riff-raff into my court?” The king's voice boomed, making the room shake.

Dante’s head came up as his eyes heated. No one spoke about his created.

“Kneel, give me the respect I deserve.” The room shook violently as the bodies of the created rocked. They were knocked to their knees to humble them.

Amid the king’s tirade, Dante stood. The trembling of the room didn’t affect him. His father’s voice that made others weak slid off him like water. He walked towards his father and the throne. As he walked, his clothes changed. The shoes he was wearing cost more than most people’s cars. They turned into a pair of steel-toed shit-kicker boots like a biker would wear. His black outfit turned into a pair of black jeans that showed off every muscle in his legs and ass. His shirt turned into a black tee wrapped with purple chains. He paired it with a leather jacket. He stopped at the steps to the throne. It sat on a dais. To reach his father, he would have to go up.

He levitated until he was standing in front of his father. “You wanted my attention? You have it.” He turned to look back at his people, his family, who were still kneeling on the floor. The trembling in the room stopped allowing them to stand up.

Dante waited. He conceded to many of his father’s demands over his long life with the understanding between them that the created were not to be touched. Had the time come for their paths to diverge finally?

“I could have chosen anyone to be my son.”

The dignitaries looked at him through lowered eyelids as if he were the problem. Dante remained quiet. This was not the first time he’d heard the speech.

“One day, my son. Now, we have other business to attend to. Esmael has risen. He has threatened to kill my firstborn. His seer told him now was the time. Only one of you will live. The throne goes to the victor.”

“Unless I allow you to keep the throne.”


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Tuesday, August 18, 2020

Luna's Storm (Paranormal Romance with mystery and a quest)



                                                                Book 3



She never wanted to be Indiana Jones.


Luna’s been living her life with two things on her mind. First was the quest she stumbled upon and couldn’t put behind her. The second was the sexy male that came and went randomly from her life. If she could get a handle on them, maybe she could survive what was threatening to kill her.


Storm lived to take care of his family until the beautiful moon-goddess rang his doorbell. Now she’s offering him the chance of a lifetime. The stakes are life and death, but if they win, he may end up with her.


The clock is ticking, and another entity has come out to play. The closer they come to finishing the quest, the more death stalks them. One more corner to turn, then there’s nothing left to do except live or die.  

Chapter One

“There has been no progress.” A pair of ghostly eyes stared at the male at the opposite end of the table.

“I’m working on it. If I knew what you were looking for and approximately where it was, I’d find it sooner.”

“I’m looking for the ‘Rite of the throne of Hadley.’ It is on the earth.”

Rodek rolled his eyes but said nothing. No one knew what the ‘Rite of the throne of Hadley’ looked like. Most people considered it a fairy tale, but not Darque. He believed it was out there.

“The Dream Hunters have stopped every entity I sent.”

“Do you want to say that again?” The temperature in the room dropped twenty degrees.

Rodek shivered. It was impressive when you realized that Darque wasn’t in the room. He was shadow casting.

“I want the Rite to the throne. If you can’t get the job done, then I will replace you. Kill the Dream Weavers but get me what I want.”

The room went silent as the temperature climbed, and he waited to make sure that Darque wasn’t coming back.

“You heard what he said,” Rodek turned to the entity on his left, ignoring the one on his right. “I want the Rite to the throne of Hadley and a dead Dream Weaver or two.”

The entities disappeared as Rodek thought of retirement. There was a pleasure planet. He could live the rest of his days out in peace. The issue being there was no end to his days.





Storm stood outside his house with the wind tearing at his clothes. The duster he wore was long and out of date as it flapped around his legs. He swayed as the night sky got darker, thunder and lightning were crashing in the distance. A bolt of lightning lit up the sky. It came straight for him, striking him in the chest, knocking him down. When he opened his eyes, his entire life changed.




There was a knock on the heavy door that reverberated through the entire castle.

“Sire, we have one of them, we caught her.”  The voice spoke with a deep masculine lilt, obviously happy with the work of the day. The door opened to show a male on the throne. He was arrayed in breathtaking robes with jet black hair that hung past his shoulders and eyes his subjects refused to look into less they perish.

“Sire,” one of his guards said. “We found her.” They tossed the female into the room. She appeared wrapped in rags and not much else. “She was on the far side of the kingdom where she thought we wouldn’t see her. She wore nothing under the moonlit sky. Her naked body undulated as if it were a snake giving praise to a rock in the sky.”

“You found her display disgusting?” Those eyes looked over the guard, noting he would not look back.

“Yes, my sire.”

“Did she dance around a fire?”

“No, she had a moonstone with her. I left it knowing better than to touch one as I am not an initiate of that cult.”

“There is power deep within her. Still, you find her disgusting. Were you displeased that she took enough pride in who she was to show her body? Or were you displeased by your reaction to it?”

“Sire,” the male fell to his knees while everyone else bowed their head.

“You may all leave. Close the rooms for the night. If anything else is needed, I will call for it. Have the cook bring me a trench of food, only bread, cheese, and fruits. Along with two glasses of my finest wine.” He looked up to find them still on the floor, cowering before him. “Be gone!” They scrambled out.

“A siren of the moon in my woods. I have not had the pleasure in all the years I have lived here. The last siren died by the hand of the liege who ruled.”

“He paid for that mistake with the rest of his days.”

The former liege had paid not that he would confirm what the beautiful female before him was saying.

“What brings you back? Not only are you a siren, but you wield the moonstone.”

“Maybe I am here to appeal to my patron goddess. To ask her to release me from this earthy realm and this tiresome body. I may simply implore her to take me home. To allow me to sit at her feet to worship.” She walked around the throne room, appreciating the tapestries that resided on the walls. “The throne room is warm.”

“I spend a lot of time here.”

She nodded. “You enjoy your creature comforts.”

“Should I apologize for such a minor fault?”

She looked at him from under her lashes, the gray of her eyes casting the moon's light with an efficiency he hadn’t seen, not even when bathed in it.

“Maybe I am here to part the current liege from the head that I have heard he prizes.”

“Maybe you’re that good.” Storm stood with a wave of his hand he doused the fires keeping the chamber lit before following a small fire in front of him. “Come.”

They walked through the dark silent castle as they climbed several flights. When they stopped, there was only one door on the entire floor.

“Welcome to my domain, think carefully before you enter.” He walked in, leaving her lingering on the threshold.

“Do you bring all your moon goddesses here?”

“I thought we already agreed you are the only one to come in my time.”

“So, we did. Will I be ravaged if I cross the threshold?”

“Are you looking to be ravaged?”

“You make it hard for an emissary.”

“You’re a female, a goddess, and now an emissary, that is a lot for such slender shoulders.”

“You’re a fool if my shoulders look slender to you.” They both stopped taking in deep breaths as her words ricocheted around the room.

“Perhaps I like what my eyes see.”

She dropped her shoulders a feeling of peace settling but for a minute before she girded herself up for the battle to come.

“Sire.” The voice of the cook disturbed their stand-off. “I brought the food and wine you required.”

The moon siren moved to leave room for the cook and her helpers to set up a table in the room.

“Thank you, Marie, you have done well. Seek your shelter for the night.”

“Thank you, Sire.” She threw him a wide smile before she and the young males with her left.

“I have heard that those who live here do so willingly.”

“Most don’t have a choice. Either you live in a village or a castle protected by one such as me, or you expose your family to whoever draws near.”

“True. There are only a few who complain here.”

“There will always be someone who will complain.” He turned his back on her, walking further into the chamber.

He wasn’t going to give her a chance. She sighed with frustration. After mumbling some choice words to the moon goddess, she followed him. The door closed on its own. She didn’t make the mistake of checking to see if she could open it. He was at the end of the castle in the back. Her mouth dropped open by what she saw.

“I heard, but I didn’t believe it.”

They were in a large room with a vast pool in the middle of it. Some steps lowered into it. If the temperature held, the water was warm.

“How is this possible?”

“There is a hot spring close by. It wasn’t too hard to have it directed here. The water cools as it travels the distance to be the correct temperature. It is also constantly flowing, keeping it clean.”

Sitting around the edges of the pool were flowers that someone took great pride in. There were large mats to lie on when one was soaking up the heat without going into the water. There were also towels to dry off.

“Whispers say that you can find anything you desire and do anything you want. One look at this room is enough to make some a believer.”

“But not you?” He reached out, stroking her arm.

“You forget yourself.” She moved back. “I never once said I sought anything from you. It was your over-eager guard that dragged me in here tonight as I sought to speak with my goddess.”

“Indeed, he did.” Storm went to sit in a throne-like chair that over-looked the pool.

“I offer you my pool. It must have been cold as you undulated under the moon.”

“A better man would shield his eyes.”

“It is your mistake to believe a man sits before you.”



The female slowly allowed her rags to slide down her body. He noticed that not only were they made of the softest silk, but they were also clean.

She cast him a look under her silky lashes before she descended into the water like she was the queen of the palace.

He watched as she sank to the bottom of the pool before stretching out to swim the length. When she came up, the water ran over her white hair, plastering it to her head. She looked like a nymph calling his name. This planet was not a place he intended to stay. As each day passed, he felt more at home. Was he waiting for her?

“Such a large pool and me by myself.”

Storm sat back on his throne as the pale beauty before him enjoyed the pool. She did a slow roll warming up. What brought a beautiful emissary for the moon to his palace? There were no missing members of his village. He squashed all rumors of war. It did nothing except bring suffering and a delay in farming. Neither he nor his people wanted to fight.

There was always a quest, some reason to prove yourself to your god or goddess.  He pondered the possibility of a quest when he heard the first stirring of her belly. Her clothes may not be rags, but the siren had not eaten recently. Absently he ran his hand over his chest.

“May I offer you bread, cheese, and fruits, along with my finest wine?”

She left the pool finding a soft towel to wrap around herself. “That sounds pleasing.”

He waited until she was dry before bringing out a dressing gown fit for a queen.

“Your taste is excellent.” She slipped on the gold and silver gown. Together they moved over the floor to where the food waited in front of a massive fire that kept the floor warm. She took the seat lounging as an honored guest as he made sure the food was within her reach.

“What quest has your mistress sent you on?”

She stopped with her fruit half to her mouth before she continued taking a bite. The sweetness of the melon dripped down her lips as she chewed with contentment.

“Only the best, most succulent for you and your guest.” she murmured, but it was also a praise. “There is a rumor, the kind that comes with war and change that something not belonging to I have lost the earth. Whoever finds it will find the doorway to the universe. The goddess is not pleased.”

“I didn’t think she would be. Why does she think whoever is looking for it will be successful this time?”

“This time? Have there been seekers in the past?”

“Males always seek those things which are not good for them. What does she intend to reward me with if I take up her quest and am successful?”

“What she wonders would you want? Your land is large, successful, and at peace. There is no queen to accompany you or children to grant you true prosperity.”

The emissary of the moon sat up, allowing her dressing gown to bare her shoulders as she gave him a coy smile. “I am yet untouched.” Her eyelashes fluttered as she moved towards him.

Thunder crashed around the castle. There was a considerable peal of lightning that brightened the room like daylight. It flew through the window entering the back of the emissary and going through the chest of the sire. In one fell swoop, they died.




Thursday, July 9, 2020

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He needs someone to work with his son, she needs a job.They need to keep their hands to themselves.

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Single Dad of Seattle Dr. Mark Herron can't believe anyone would celebrate their divorce. The dissolution of his marriage left him and his son with a huge hole to fill in their home--and their hearts. So when he overhears a lovely stranger and her friends celebrating the end of her marriage, he's mystified--and then intrigued--by her determination to put the past behind her. But when he learns that Tori Jones needs a job, he knows this can't be a coincidence.

Tori might be telling the world nothing's got her down, but the truth is she's hit rock bottom. Her husband didn't just cheat on her, he took all her money, including her college fund, which means her marriage is over, and so is her dream to go to grad school and help children with special needs. So when a handsome stranger offers her a job caring for his special needs son, she knows she can't turn it down--

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