Osirus is Live

Good morning everyone! This has been a very stressful week. But, on the upside, Osirus is available now! All 463 pages of his Thicc self. A quick shout out to Golden, Michael Abatantonio, and of course our badass cover artist Covers Designs by K.

Please note the following Trigger Warnings

Pedophoellia
Infanticide 
Stockholm Syndrome
PTSD
Molestation
Child Abduction
Child Abuse
Drug Use
Sexual Trauma
Sexual Abuse
Parental Alienation

 
Blurb

Osirus Blake wasn't looking for the perfect mate when he met Jenna Panthera all those years ago. He wasn't even looking for a mate, period. However, once her scent wrapped around him, he never wanted to let her go. Unfortunately, Raymond Quincy had other plans for the Dryer Crew, separating Osirus and Jenna for over ten years.

Jenna Panthera didn't want a mate. Even when she met Osirus and learned the truth, she wanted to run and hide. If he ever learned all the things she had to do to protect her siblings and herself, Osirus would never love her.

One night changed everything for them and new life was created.

Now, thrust into a situation neither of them wanted, Osirus and Jenna must work together to protect Osirus' son, Utah, from his vindictive mother--returned from the grave. Can Jenna learn to trust Osirus? Will he still accept her when he discovers her secrets?

Risking everything will uncover all of Jenna's scars, leaving her bare to the man who promised to love her unconditionally. All she has to do is take that final step.

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Pardon Our Mess

 Hello everyone!

Please excuse our mess while we continue to migrate everything to this site. We are way far behind, but between writing sessions we should be able to get this site looking good.

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TL

Sneak Peek: Bloody Requiem Coming soon!

 

Blurb:

If given the chance to become immortal, would you take it?

I always thought of myself as practical. Level-headed. When push came to shove, I took the easy route and kept my head down.

Until now.

Life or death. 

Which should I choose?

Do I really have a choice?

My life was forfeit the minute I stepped outside of Los Angeles’ General Hospital. I have been given the gift of—more like cursed with—immortality, though it comes at a price. 

My soul.

Four men, Church, Draven, Julius, and Saxon say they’re my saviors. To me, they’re my executioners. Without them, I’ll die. With them... I can’t say.

Now, thrust into an underground world where sex, drugs, and blood are the norm, I must learn how to be a vampire or die with the rising sun. Unfortunately for all of us, there are schemes set into motion that will tear our world apart. 

Trusting these men means giving up my humanity and taking my place at their side. Rebuking them, means damnation for us all.

All I ever wanted was a quiet life.


Excerpt:

“As you command, Sire.” Saxon covered his chest with his palm, exposing the tattoos covering his fingers, wrist, and forearm. They were a decadent swirl of colors and patterns decorating his flesh. “I’ll lead the team myself.”

“Then I suppose I’ll have to make it worth your wild.” Brow cocked, I leaned forward while fisting Saxon’s short hair. “A gift for my best warrior.” I bit my wrist before holding it aloft so Saxon could drink of me. With every pull of Saxon’s ravenous mouth, my dick grew harder. I moaned, rocking my hips. Feeding was centered in pleasure. If both participants weren’t having fun, something was wrong. Climaxing was the sweetest part.

“Enough...” I whispered, removing my wrist from Saxon’s clutches, knowing if we didn’t stop there, I would have Saxon bent over my chair, fucking him, instead of him finding our prey. “Now go. Don’t come back without a prisoner.”

Saxon stood on shaky legs. His hazel eyes glowed with power and provocation. The treat I’d gifted him would serve him well. He also knew if he came back with one of those rogue bastards, I’d reward him. “Understood, Sire.” He backed away from me, drifting into the crowd from whence he came.

“Sire,” one of my many attendants said, on approach. “There is a gentleman here to see you.”

I turned my head ever so slowly, already in a foul mood from being interrupted, and cast my gaze upon the young man who dared to disturb me. “Who is it?”

The boy shrank away from me. The stench of fear rolled off of him in sickening waves. His terror was also a flavor of emotion I craved. I hardened my stare, sipping from his fright. “He said his name is Eduard, the Grand Elder of Raven.”

Shit. I blew out a breath. “Send him back.”