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About the author:
I am the author of the popular MC thriller series, OUTLAW. And the much-loved romantic fantasy (perfect for Valentine) Illusional Reality
I also write short stories and when my imagination is working overtime, I write thought-provoking dark flash fiction.
There are many layers to my writing style, as you will see in my flash fiction collections. Heads & Tales and in Undressed I open up more to my readers giving them another glimpse of my warped mind.
I write in the genres of fantasy, romance, sci-fi, horror, thrillers and comedy.
My inspirations are the author S.E.Hinton and the rock band Iron Maiden. Rock music has played a huge part in my life.
Titles to date:
***The OUTLAW series***
In Times of Violence Urban thriller
Huntress MC thriller/romance
Lawless Justice Vigilante MC thriller
Road Rage MC thriller
Heads & Tales 28 short and flash fiction in all genres
UNDRESSED Collection of poetry, prose and flash fiction
Stone Cold YA Supernatural thriller
Illusional Reality Romantic fantasy
Illusional Reality The Quest
Broken Chains (MI5 thriller)
Predator (erotic horror)
What inspired you to write your book?
Illusional Reality was created from my imagination whilst on the journey home from the cinema after watching Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring. By the time the 1hr journey ended I had the names, plot, conflicts, storyline, everything written in my head. and then as most writers know, once you're in the "zone" there is no stopping you. Oh and no sleep.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Alkazar stepped forward to console her but Thya backed away. “I do not require your pity. Return to Siren for
I am confident she seeks you. I did not summon for your counsel.”
“I did not pursue you out of pity,” he growled. “You are selfish, Thya. You retain gifts and possess a power we can only dream of. Tis a precious gift. You retain the fortune to become a heroine, to rule our land, one that is rich and bountiful. In its place, you are resolved to whine and feel regretful for yourself. Certainly, tis written that you are our hope, only I wonder if you serve the purpose.”
Alkazar's words cut through Thya's heart like icy knives. The blow almost made her unsteady on her feet. She bowed her head, unable to look him in the eye.
“Nay, Thya,” his voice calmed, and once again contained his gentle, silky tone, “I do not pity you, I envy you.” He turned away from her. “Alkazar, wait,” she begged. “I am so ashamed.” He stopped, yet did not turn. “You are just in your words. I have been selfish. All that has been in my thoughts is my fear and woe, not that of my kinsmen's terror. I understand that my return caused great relief and that all I have displayed since is care for myself. I will uncover a means to obtain peace. This I owe you all. I will form amends.
“We have a remark in England. Tis cruel to be kind, only do not despise me Alkazar. I am in need of you.”
He turned to face her.
“Nay, my lady. You are my queen, even though the crown has not yet passed into your hands. I will always love you as my queen. I am at your service, and as your servant, permit me to escort you to your home as I am doubtful you can stand much longer.”