The Gathering Storm

A storm comes. Only the strongest will survive the onslaught.

Grieved I grows my hand far more accustomed to holding a blade rather than a quill. Stand my brothers and sisters and I in the darkness of a world at war. Reigns now lament and stout-hearted purpose in our hearts, the clash of blades in the halls, the splash of blood on the stones. In spare breathing spaces between one battle and the next, pen I this tale by oil lamp and moonlight. Win must we, mortal and immortal, if our lands and peoples are not to be cast into ever-lasting night.

So begins the first volume of the epic fantasy series, The Storm Chronicles.

The Lady and The Rake

A Sweet Regency Short StoryI’m delighted to re-release my first short story. I entered The Lady and The Rake in

My Hired Husband

Wynter Rochester is in a damn jam. She’s messed up her life and now her uncle refuses to release her

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