News!

So far 2008 is lookin' good! January brought the sale of Past Lies, my 2007 NaNoWriMo novel, to Ellora's Cave. Now in February, the sale of Longing For Eternity! I have a couple of submissions out so maybe March will be equally lucky! *cackle* Though I'm not holding my breath!

Longing For Eternity is a short novella, and the third book in The Cost of Eternity series, set after The Rememdiu.

LONGING FOR ETERNITY, Coming soon to Ellora's Cave (Unedited blurb)

Serena Whitmore’s love for Zaki surpassed death but her transformation into a vampire has kept her separate from him for thirty-four years. As much as her heart and body crave him, the natural enmity between vampires keeps their visits brief. Now, fate twists its fickle fingers into her life and teases her with a solution. And a piece of her heart she thought she’d lost forever.

Zaki Bashandi has spent two millennia living by the rules his vampiric nature—alone. Sex was a means to blood, not love, not desire. Until Serena entered his life and enslaved what was left of his soul. Now, his longing for eternity with the one woman who captured his heart may become a reality. If they both survive long enough for the cure…


PAST LIES, Coming soon to Ellora's Cave

Two opposite men, two different lives, two sets of past lies.

With his twenty year high school reunion looming, Paul Loughton dreads seeing the one person who could tempt him to stray from his path. Small town mayor, lawyer and budding politician, Paul can’t—won’t—admit he’s gay, even to himself. Years of denial and lies are now threatened by an inevitable encounter. With his denial slipping, he has to come face to face with temptation.

Randy Martin left his small town roots behind before the ink on his diploma was dry. The cliquish world of his childhood didn’t have room for the weird kid from the wrong side of the tracks. Rumors of his sexual preferences made life that much more difficult. Now, twenty years later, he should be anxious to rub his wealth and success in the faces of his former classmates. Except with one of them, the urge to rub something else hasn’t diminished over the years.