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About the author:
ABOUT ME: Books. Reading. Writing. Playing with the dog. That’s my life, in a nutshell. I love discovering new authors and new trends. Hello Reverse Harem novels!!!! Where have you been all my life? I love everything sci-fi, paranormal, and fantasy. I eat enough chocolate that at this point, I’m probably made of chocolate. OK, chocolate and coffee.
WHAT’S NEW: I’ve just published OATH FORGER, a soon-to-be bestselling, post-apocalyptic, reverse harem, sci-fi romance serial. Ha! Say that three times fast. J
WHAT ELSE: If you’d rather try a standalone sci-fi romance from me, grab WARLORD. And make sure you don’t sit near anything flammable while reading it. Because it’s HOT. Whatever level of heat you’re thinking right now? Double it. (Not recommended if you don’t have AC, or at least a ceiling fan.) You’ve been warned.
IF YOU’RE LOOKING FOR A DRAGON: Check out DRAGON LORD, my dragon-shifter romance. And be prepared to lose your heart to a sexy, grumpy dragon. The best kind!
MY WISH LIST: (In case my fairy grandmother is reading this.)
For the OATH FORGER series to find readers who love these stories as much as I do.
Finishing my Master’s Degree in (what else) Writing Creative Fiction. (When I’m not writing books, I’m doing homework.)
WARRANTY: Your satisfaction is very important to me. If you have a complaint, please write it on a box of 50-piece Assorted Godiva Chocolate Truffles, and mail it to my office. I promise to personally see to all complaints.
Here is a short sample from the book:
My attention is glued to the man who sits straight ahead, on a platform of his own, above all others. Krek Koah. President/King/Warlord.
He's larger than the largest man I had ever seen on Earth. His shoulders are twice as wide as mine. He is wearing a body-hugging suit, a dark blue space material that absorbs light. His muscle definition is…
Clearly visible, even from as far away as where I'm standing.
Hair the color of indigo spills down to the middle of his back, the kind of hair they used to call a lion's mane on Earth. Straight nose, a jaw that looks like it had been cut from granite. But it's the eyes that render me unable to breathe. His eye color matches his hair, and his gaze is locked on mine. And-here is the weird part-I can feel him in the room. I could almost swear I can hear his heartbeat. My awareness of him is…unearthly.
Oh God, I'm cracking. The stress of the abduction has done me in. Next, I will be crying in a heap on the floor like Dee.
Krek Koah stands, a fierce expression on his face.
The buzz in the room immediately dies. Every single person falls silent. All attention is on him.
Without moving his gaze from mine, he says, "I need this room cleared."
Here is where I'm seriously glad for the translator in my neck because if I didn't understand what he said, I would have thought it was 'Off with her head.'
And I'm pretty sure I would have peed my pants.
People file for the exits, no questions, no protest.
I'm ready to go. I'm backing away already.
"Not you," Krek Koah pronounces, looking straight at me.