Friday, October 2, 2015

All You Need to Know About My Upcoming Books: 2016 Schedule

So this is a pretty big post. Two nights ago I finished a marathon editing spree for The Damned (The Unearthly #5), and I was getting giddy about sharing it with you. I'd given myself until the end of September to finish it, and at 11 p.m. two nights ago ... I finally, finally accomplished my goal (by the skin of my teeth!). I can't wait to share more teasers with you, and in my upcoming posts, I'll expand on discussing The Unearthly series with you.

Now that I can actually think about something other than Andre, Gabrielle and the gang, I realized I had some major book news I needed to share with you all. For those of you who want info on certain upcoming novels, I've sectioned these off by series.

2016 Schedule

The Fallen World Series
The Queen of Traitors will hit shelves January 15, 2016. My super big news? I've decided to expand this series into a trilogy! Originally I'd planned on a duology, but to make a short story long, The Queen of All that Dies was originally intended to be a prequel to another book idea that had sunk its talons in me. TQOATD (terrible acronym!) was essentially this backstory that got so out of hand I decided to make a book out of it. The trouble was, this prequel got off track--the characters staged a coup, and the novel didn't end up anywhere near where I'd wanted it to.

Because of this, I'd decided to make a separate sequel to The Queen of All that Dies (what you all know as The Queen of Traitors), but when I began outlining this sequel, the novel kept leading back to my original idea. So all of this explanation is essentially to tell you that my original idea will be book three in The Fallen World series. I have a name picked out for it, and I'll share it with you at the end of The Queen of Traitors!

Want to know the extra good news? I'm planning to write book three on the heels of The Queen of Traitors, and I'm setting a tentative release date for April 15, 2016. This date could change. But I couldn't bear putting you all through another year-long wait!

In another month or so I'll be releasing the cover of The Queen of Traitors, along with another teaser, so keep your eyes open for this!

For those of you siren and fairy lovers out there, Rhapsodic is my next adult paranormal romance novel that will feature both of these creatures! I've tentatively scheduled this release for July 15, 2016! I can't wait to share Callie and The Bargainer's story with you!

Surprise Book
October/November 2016
Um, this is sort of a placeholder for literally over a dozen different book ideas that are bouncing around my head. If you have any preference--young adult, new adult, paranormal, sci-fi, etc.--that you'd like to see from me, let me know! I can't say that you'll get what you asked for, but I always welcome feedback from my readers since I often have no clue what you all are excited for until you hit me upside the head with it! :) This also might be when I publish sequels to my ongoing series.

The Curse Catcher
At some point in 2016 I, along with dozens of other authors, am publishing a novella as a part of The Complex series. I'm not sure how much I can say on this subject but I will tell you a little bit about my story. Like Reaping Angels, while this is a novella, it'll still be about two-thirds to three-fourths the length of my regular novels, meaning that you shouldn't get through it in an hour, (unless you're Speedy Gonzales when it comes to reading) and you can still expect a long-ish story with a full plot. Ugh, I so badly want to tell you what this story is about because I'm ridiculously excited about it, but I'll hold off until the group's ready to make a big announcement. The title might also change. However, I've added a tentative page for The Curse Catcher up on Goodreads, and you can add it to your "To-Read" list here. Here's a quick teaser description I wrote up for it:

An ancient beast’s cravings have awoken, and now they must be fed.

Locked away in a prison meant to hold an immortal, a creature’s inhuman screams pierce the air. Something batters the walls of its cage, denting them from the inside out.

A sacrifice is chosen to slake the creature’s enduring hunger. She knows the rules. Death to all that pass into the beast’s lair. Only, she’s not planning on dying.

And the beast’s not planning on letting her go.

**This is not a retelling of Beauty and the Beast.**

Alrighty, I think that's all the info I have for now. I know I didn't mention anything about The Disappearing Act (The Vanishing Girl #3). That's because based on my contract with Skyscape, Amazon's young adult publishing house, I have to wait a certain number of months before I publish the novel. I'm angling to get the third and final novel in the series published either at the end of 2016 or the beginning of 2017, but I can't give any set dates since the release is so far out.

Hugs and happy reading!

Monday, September 21, 2015

Reaping Angels Cover Reveal

I hope you are all enjoying the first stirrings of fall (my favorite season!). I have some releases headed your way--The Damned (The Unearthly #5) on November 15, and The Queen of Traitors (The Fallen World #2) on January 15, 2016. Before all that, however, I'm releasing my NA superhero novella, Reaping Angels, on October 15! If you're a sucker for enemies-to-lovers (like I am!) then this is right up your ally!

Can we take a moment to fawn over the cover? Dan Rix, in addition to being an incredible writer and a wonderful husband, is also a ridiculously talented cover artist, and I'm blown away by this latest cover!

Reaping Angels Description

There are few things superhero Angel wants in life. World peace. Unlimited chocolate banana milkshakes. Spandex outfits with pockets. What she doesn’t want is the attention of the Executioner, a supervillain who kills with his touch.

But the moment she survives a caress—and a kiss—at the mercy of his lethal skin, Angel realizes her problems just got a whole lot bigger. Because the only thing worse than a supervillain who wants to kill you is one who wants to keep you.


He watched me, mesmerized by my movements. The Executioner might never have experienced this casual seduction between a man and a woman. Even I, a twenty-three year old who was allergic to relationships, knew more about this than he did, and he looked to be several years older than me.
I snuck a glance down at his hands. Fisted. Meaning he was restraining himself a great deal. I was quickly learning all of his tells.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice rough.
I looked up at him. His jaw was tight with tension and his eyes glinted. Some long and drawn out war was going on behind that face of his.
“Removing your clothing,” I said. The smile I gave him was sly.
As soon as I unzipped his jacket, I slid my hands beneath it and over his chest. Mmm, Torture Boy had a nice set of pecs. My touch moved up to his shoulders. Thick, corded muscle covered these too.
“Why would you do that?” he murmured.
I forced his jacket down his arms. Underneath it, he wore a fitted T-shirt.
“Remove your clothing?” I asked, my gaze moving from his chest back to his face, where his eyes devoured me. “Because I want to. And because you have me here for this very reason. Or would you rather we play checkers and sing songs together? We can do that if you’d prefer.” The Executioner’s jacket hit the floor a second later, the sound punctuating my words.
“I can remove my own clothing,” he growled.
“But then you can’t chance one of my hands grazing your skin.” As I spoke, I deliberately slid the tips of my fingers down his forearms.
His eyes darkened with want. All from my words. Toying with this supervillain was kind of fun. Much better than my usual experience with them, which usually involved lots of blood and pain.
I grabbed the edges of the black shirt he wore and yanked up, uncovering miles and miles of delicious muscles.
Le sigh. Bad guys always had the hottest bodies.
The Executioner helped me remove the shirt since he was considerably taller than me. And then he stood there, all his sculpted muscles on display. And no one to give this exquisite form love. I wanted to cry out on behalf of woman everywhere that no one had gotten to revel in these muscles before me.
I reached out to touch him, curious to see what reaction this would elicit.
The Executioner caught my wrist and almost dropped it before he remembered that I couldn’t be killed by his touch. “Too fast,” he said, closing his eyes.
“But you got to kiss me.”
He nodded, his nostrils flaring. His eyes were still closed. “That was too fast.”
Changing his tune now, was he?
The Executioner threaded his fingers through my own. “Goddamn,” he murmured, opening his eyes to stare at our entwined hands.
He was soaking up my touch, savoring it like it was something decadent. And so help me, I was charmed to my toes.
He’s a bad guy, Angel, not a neglected puppy.
But even as I thought it, a small voice whispered in my ear, Maybe he’s both


If you enjoyed that, make sure to click here to add Reaping Angels to your "To Read" list on Goodreads. And mark your calendars for October 15, when it hits shelves!

Happy reading!

Monday, September 7, 2015

Rhapsodic, Teaser #2

A while ago, I promised I'd share a teaser for my paranormal romance, Rhapsodic. This poor book had been patiently waited in the wings while I finished my other series, but next year it will finally get published.

Before then, however, I thought I'd share an excerpt!

Rhapsodic, Teaser #2

Ten years ago ...
The air wavers, like I’m staring at a mirage, then suddenly, he’s here, filling the room like he owns it.
The Bargainer.
Holy shit, it worked.
All I can see of him is a good six feet of man and a whole lot of raven dark hair tied together in a leather thong. The Bargainer’s back is to me.
A whistle breaks the silence. “That is one dead man,” he says, staring at my handiwork. His heavy boots clink as he approaches the body.
The toe of his boot nudges the corpse. “Hmm, I stand corrected. Mostly dead.”
What?” He can’t be alive. The fear that thrums through my veins is a living, breathing thing.
“It will cost you probably more than you’re willing to offer, but I can still revive him.”
Revive him? What is this dude smoking?
“I don’t want him alive,” I say.
The Bargainer turns, and for the first time ever I get a good look at him.
I just stare and stare. I’d imagined a thug, and I was ready to hate him even as I accepted his help. But wicked though the man in front of me might be, he is no thug.
Far too pretty for prison.
The Bargainer is gorgeous in a way that only a few rare men are. He’s not rugged, despite the strong jaw and hard gleam in his eyes. There’s a symmetry to his face, a lushness in each one of his features that I expect in beautiful women, not men. Despite this, he’s not feminine in the least. But it’s hard to look at him and not be reeled in.
Had it been any other night, my heart might’ve actually skipped a beat or two and my knees might’ve gone weak. Now, however, I simply hug my arms tightly to my chest. One bad man to follow another, and both appear deceptively nice.
He sizes me up. “No.”
I stare at him quizzically. “No what?”
“I don’t do business with minors.”
The air shimmers and ohmygod he’s leaving.
“Wait—wait!” I reach out. Now it’s not just the air that shimmers. It’s my skin. It’s been doing that a lot lately.
He pauses to stare at my arm. “What are you?” His eyes narrow as he reassess me. “And what kind of mess have you gotten yourself in?”
My hand drops. “I didn’t get myself into this mess.” I just had to clean it up. “I really need to make a deal.”
The Bargainer sighs, sounding all sorts of put out. “Listen, I don’t make deals with minors. Go to the police.”
“I can’t. Please, help me.”
The Bargainer gnashes his teeth together, scowling like he smells something bad. “Fine,” he says. “I’ll help you at”—more teeth gnashing—“no cost. Just this once. Consider this my pro bono for the century.”
I open my mouth to thank him, but he raises his hand, his eyes pinching shut. “Don’t.”
When he opens his eyes, they pass over the room. I feel the magic pulse out of him. I know about this side of our world—the supernatural side. However, I’ve never seen this kind of magic in action, and I gasp as the blood dissolves from the floor, and then the countertop, and then my clothes.
The broken bottle follows. One moment it’s there, the next, it vanishes.
“How did you do that?” Whatever enchantment this is, it licks against my skin, and it’s warm, which makes no sense to me. I’d think expending energy would cool a room, not heat it up. But there appears to be no orderly logic to the Bargainer’s powers.
Once he’s done with the crime scene, the Bargainer heads towards the body.
He pauses when he gets there, peering curiously down at the dead man. Then he stills. “Is that who I think it is?”
Now is probably not a good time to tell the Bargainer that I off’ed the most powerful stock market analyst out there. He might not have been the world’s best seer, but he was one of the richest. Not that it saved him from death.
Oh the irony.
The Bargainer lets loose a string of curses. Again, any other night I might’ve laughed or felt fortunate for getting a good deal out of such a corrupt man. Instead, all I feel is a cold deadness. It takes root low in my belly, numbing me from the inside out.
“Fucking cursed sirens,” he mutters. “Your bad luck’s rubbing off on me.”
I flinch, well acquainted with my line’s predisposition for misfortune. It’s what landed my mother an unwanted pregnancy and an early death.
“How old are you?”
“I’ll be sixteen in two weeks.”
“Finally some good news. Pack your bags. Tomorrow you’re moving to the Isle of Man, where you’ll be attending school in the fall.”
“What? Wait—tomorrow?” I’d be moving? And so soon? My head spins at the thought.
“Unless you’d prefer I go. I’d be happy to leave you here with this mess.”
“No—please stay!”
Another long-suffering sigh. “I’ll deal with the body and the authorities. If anyone asks, he had a heart attack.”
The Bargainer eyes me curiously before remembering that he’s annoyed with me. He snaps his fingers, and the body levitates. It takes several seconds to process the fact that a corpse is floating in my kitchen.
The Bargainer looks unfazed.
“There’s something you should know,” he says.
“Uh-huh?” My gaze slides back to the floating body. So creepy.
“Eyes on me,” the Bargainer snaps.
My attention moves to him.
“There’s a chance my magic will wear off over time. I might be powerful, but a curse as deeply embedded as yours tends to override these things.”
The siren’s curse.
“What happens if that’s the case?” I ask.
The Bargainer smirks. Huge asshole. I’ve already got him profiled. “Then you best start utilizing your womanly wiles, cherub. You’ll be needing them.”
With that parting line, the Bargainer disappears, along with the man I killed.


Enjoyed that? You can click here to add Rhapsodic to your "To Read" list on Goodreads!

Hugs and happy reading!

Monday, August 10, 2015

Cover Reveal for The Damned (The Unearthly #5)

Hi readers,

For all you Unearthly fans, this is a long time coming. The Damned, the last book in the series, which hits shelves November 15, finally has a cover and a description. The Unearthly was the first book I ever published, and this is the first series I’m ending, so this is a very satisfying—and very bittersweet—time for me! I can’t wait to finish Gabrielle and Andre’s journey with you all.

On that note, are you ready?

The Damned

Taken. Whisked away to hell. Forever bound to a monstrous god. This is seventeen-year-old Gabrielle Fiori’s fate. It’s everything she’s ever feared, and it has all come to pass.

Only … the devil isn’t the monster she remembers. At times he seems gentle and, most unnerving of all, she’s drawn to him. He wants her for all eternity, and if she gives in, everything he has to offer can be hers. The only cost? The last of her soul—and her humanity.

By a twist of myth, Gabrielle finds herself back on earth from dusk to dawn. Back where the living breathe, where Andre de Leon, the king of vampires and her former soulmate, await her. Yet she can’t help but feel that something’s wrong. She’s wrong. Her blood seeds demons and her powers can move earth and air and all manner of creation.

Now angels flood the skies, gods and demons are made flesh. A battle between good and evil is erupting, and if Gabrielle wants to escape hell and save the world, she’ll need to end it, once and for all.


Click here to add The Damned (The Unearthly #5) to you Goodreads “To-Read” list.

Hugs and happy reading!

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

The Queen of Traitors, Teaser #1

So, I promised I’d post the first teaser for The Queen of Traitors (The Fallen World #2). This is a rough version and both the content and wording could change, but I wanted to give you all something to hold you over for the moment! Enjoy!

The Queen of Traitors, Teaser #1

The door to my cell opens, and Lieutenant Begbie enters, followed by a soldier.
“So it’s true, you really don’t remember your past?” he opens, rounding the interview table in my cell and taking a seat. The table’s been bolted to the floor, but the chairs aren’t. I’ve already considered everything in this room as a potential weapon. The sheets can choke, the chairs can bludgeon, my pillow can smother. Those types of deaths require intimacy and strength, neither of which I have at the moment. Hence, I’ve taken to assessing the soldiers that come into the room.
Lieutenant Begbie has a gun holstered at his side. The soldier has several. This time they pulled in a greenie. I can see it in his jaw; he’s forcing himself to look stoic. The more experienced soldiers don’t have to force anything. They’ve seen and done it all, and if it hasn’t broken their mind or their will, they become a whole new type of lethal, one that will sometimes let you see the emptiness in their eyes.
This soldier’s eyes are not empty, despite all his valiant efforts. I tear my eyes away from him before either he or Begbie can notice my interest.
“We’re in negotiations with the king at the moment,” Begbie says.
The king. He’s supposed to be my ally, but I don’t want any part of his madness.
“What does he want?” I ask, walking over to the chair. 
Begbie stares at me for an unnerving amount of time, a slow smile stretching along his face. “The general told me all about you, and I’ve seen the footage.”
I narrow my eyes. 
“Apparently so has the king, and he still wants you. Seems he has a thing for wildcats.” 
I ignore the barb.
“And you’re going to give me to him?”
“There’s a rumor out there that the king is immortal, that he can’t die.” Begbie leans forward. “We have clips of the king getting mortally wounded, and still he lives.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
Before he has time to respond, a soldier cracks open the door. “Get the prisoner ready.”
Lieutenant Begbie stands. “Put your hands behind your back,” he orders me.
I could do it now—kill him. By the time the lieutenant figured out my motives, it would be too late. And I’d gamble the greenie wouldn’t shoot me before I got a chance to fire at him.
I could do it, there’s a confidence to my assessment and I already know I have the muscle memory. Yet every fiber of my being recoils from the thought. Whatever else, I’m not a monster by design.
Just necessity.
“Put your hands behind your back,” Begbie says more forcefully.
I’ve missed my opportunity.
I do so, and he cuffs me rougher than necessary. I run my tongue over my teeth, clenching my jaw as my raw wrists and my bullet wound sting. I still hurt all over, and it doesn’t help that the lieutenant jerks me up out of my seat.
Pain is a warm companion. I must’ve known it quite well before today, whether at the hands of the WUN or the king. Probably both. It seems like they are two sides of the same coin, and both are missing compassion.
Begbie and the soldier escort me out of the cell, and I get my first good look at my prison. More cement walls and fluorescent lights. No windows.
“Where are we going?”
No one answers me.
I might be walking to my death. Or to an interrogation chamber, the kind that leaves behind teeth and bloodstains. Now I know why I was so ready to kill, despite my disgust. Being soft doesn’t save you in this place. Power does, fear does, and pain does.

If I have the chance to act again, I won’t hesitate.


They march me down the narrow corridor. We make several turns. The drabness of this prison doesn’t exactly change, but the atmosphere does. An increasing number of people wander the halls. When their eyes land on me, I see them react. Sometimes it’s just recognition, other times it’s fear or anger or pity.
They know of me.
What had I been expecting? I am the king’s wife. Likely a public figure.
We stop in front of a door, and on the other side I can hear murmurs.
An execution, then. Torture doesn’t require so many people, I think.
Only, when they open the door, my presumptions melt away. In front of me rests a camera and a chair, the latter currently occupied by a soldier.
But that is not what captures my attention.
At the back of the room is a large screen. My breath catches when my eyes land on it. 
The soldier sitting in front of the camera turns, then stands when he sees us. My guards march me forward and force me into the abdicated seat.
The entire time I stare at the man whose face takes up the screen.
I expected an abomination.
Not this.
Evil is supposed to be ugly, but he isn’t ugly. In fact, this man—my husband, if my assumption’s correct—is pleasing to stare at.
Unlined, tan skin, dark hair brushed back from his face, a strong, straight nose, eyes that draw you in, and a mouth that promises dark secrets. Was that why I married him? I hope to God not. I don’t want to know who I was if that were the reason.
My heart thumps faster. He is gorgeous, but it’s not his looks that have moved me.
I recognize myself in his eyes. Even as fogged as my mind is, even as unaware of my past as I am, something about him resonates deep within me. I don’t know what it means, but already I can no longer think of him objectively.
 “Serenity.” He doesn’t say my name the same way my captors do, like I’m the scourge of the earth. He says it like we’re lovers.
We are lovers.
He wants me back. I can read it plainly on his face, in the way his pupils dilate. This is the man they all fear and hate. A man, if they’re to be believed, that I fear and hate.
“King Lazuli.”
“Montes,” he corrects. I get the impression he’s done that before—corrected me.
“Have they hurt you?” As he asks, his eyes drift to my wrapped arm. A vein in his temple pulses.
One wrong word and this house of cards will tumble. That’s the kind of power I wield, being this man’s wife. He’ll kill them all, and unlike me, he’ll enjoy it thoroughly.
“I’m a prisoner,” I respond. “I expect I’m being treated about as decently as any other.”
His chin trembles ever so slightly. Whoever this king is, right now, he’s more man than nightmare. Perhaps he’s depraved, but he feels something for me. Odd that right now, of the two of us, I feel I am the colder one. My heart is made of steel and fire and I cannot muster emotion to match his.
“I’m going to get you out of there. You need to stay alive for me.”
I can’t go back to him. I can’t. He has power over me, power that has nothing to do with pain and punishment. I’m enthralled by him, and considering the way he tracks my every movement through the screen, the feeling seems mutual.
“Time’s up,” someone calls. “We’ve proved she’s alive.” 
“Alive and injured,” the king says. A dozen different threats lace his voice. I fear that if I live long enough, I’ll see each one of them carried out.
A soldier grabs my uninjured arm and pulls me to my feet.
I take in the handsome man on the other side of the screen a final time. “Whoever you are, I hope you were worth it.”


If you enjoyed that, make sure to click here to add The Queen of Traitors (The Fallen World #2) on Goodreads. To see The Queen of All that Dies (The Fallen World #1), the first novel in the series, click here.

In the coming months I’ll have more teasers for you and a cover reveal, so keep your eyes out for more! :)

Happy reading!

Thursday, July 9, 2015

The Damned, Teaser #1

This post is proof that I can be convinced into a great many things! I wasn’t planning on giving you all any teasers from The Damned, the fifth and final book in The Unearthly series for another couple months, but I heard enough requests for a teaser from the final book that I caved. :)

The Damned will come out November 15, 2015. A cover reveal and additional teasers will be posted here in the upcoming weeks and months! Until then, enjoy!

The Damned (The Unearthly #5), Teaser #1

Wakefulness came in a short, shuddering burst. Andre let out a low moan. He was empty, absolutely empty.
She’s gone. Oh, God, she’s gone.
He bellowed out his anguish. The vampires that had pinned him to the ground woke at his cry, their hands reflexively tightening on him.
“Damn you all, let me go!” He could feel cool wetness on his cheeks where fresh, bloody tears replaced old ones.
“We can’t,” Vicca said. Her voice sounded like an apology. He didn’t want an apology; he wanted away.
His blackened heart was shredded to pieces.
He couldn’t say how fast the time passed. It could’ve been minutes since he awoke. It could’ve been hours.
A shape blurred into the room, stopping near his feet. “Sire,” the vampire said, breathless.
Andre ignored the man. “Kill me! I beg of you,” he pleaded to those that held him down. He never used to plead, but now—God, what he wouldn’t do to end this torment. Hell had to be kinder than this.
“Sire,” the vampire repeated.
Andre thrashed. “Let. Me. Go!” He felt his hair ruffle, but that was it. He could no longer conjure up his power.
Because I’ve given up.
“Is this what you want?” Andre roared at his vampires. “An existence bound to me? Holding me down?”
His coven had already started to drain him of blood. They would have to weaken him until he was a desiccated husk. Then they’d chain him inside a coffin and bury it so far down that the earth would convince him he was really a dead thing. Then perhaps he could sleep and they could live.
It wasn’t a good enough option. He needed death. That was the only way he could be near enough to her.
Sire!” the vampire shouted, finally drawing Andre’s attention. “Gabrielle is alive.”


You can add The Damned to your Goodread’s To-Read list, here!

Happy reading,

Monday, July 6, 2015

Reaping Angels Playlist

Hey you!

It’s that time again where I have to post the playlist that inspired the story—or is it the story that inspired the playlist? Whatever. Point is, I’ve got some cool tracks (not biased) for Reaping Angels, which is a part of the Beneath the Cape anthology. I hope you hear Angel’s sassy attitude in them—that’s what I love about this particular playlist. It’s got ’tude.

Also, as a side note, I now have several of you pushing for teasers for The Damned … and The Queen of Traitors … and Rhapsodic, my adult paranormal romance (rawr!). I promise to have more updates and teasers on these in the future (especially on that last one because I know you’re scratching your head and wondering what the heck that book’s all about). But… something that always works to pull my attention to a particular project is when you show interest. So posting reviews on Amazon and Goodreads for these books and the others in the series is a great way to get my attention, as is contacting me ( or reaching out to me on Goodreads or Facebook.

Okay, ever onwards! Enjoy the playlist!