To celebrate Black Soul’s release, I thought I would give my readers a little background information about me. Where I came from, what I’ve experienced, and who has impacted my life in the most positive ways.

As a little girl, we didn’t have a lot. But we were happy.

In the North Carolina mountains, I ran around my yard in underoos (wonder woman underwear-cami and undies) and pretended I was Wonder Woman. With a piece of rope from my Daddy’s tool shed, I lassoed anything I could and made it tell me the truth. I had no shortage of imagination.

My sister and I didn’t need toys. We had each other, big boxes, sticks, sheets, and buildings to play in. The buildings were cities, any city we wanted to visit, complete with hideaways from the bad guys and portals to other worlds. The sticks, sheets, and boxes were artifacts in whatever scene we acted out. They could be anything. We could be anyone. We had it all.

When we grew older, and running around in your underwear wasn’t kosher, Anna decided to get involved in sports and I delved into the magical world of books. VC Andrews was my first author hero. Her original works were amazing. She had the ability to force you to fall in love, laugh, and cry with ease. When she killed off a character, you mourned their loss as if they were friends of yours, but she did it in a way that was natural, so I was never mad at her. It was the circle of life, the way things happened, the way doors were opened for new characters to enter. I read every story of hers that I could get my hands on.

So many years ago, there were only a few VC Andrews titles, so I moved on to Dean Koontz. It was quite a jump, considering his works were stand alone novels. But they were just as enticing. He helped me fall in love with sci-fi and paranormal romance. His characters were so well developed that I was that character for the duration of the novel. I skipped meals to read. Nothing was more important.

Until, one day when a friend of mine asked me to start writing stories.

At the end of my high school career, I had over 2000 pages of handwritten novels shelved in my room, a permanent pencil indention on the finger that supported my pen or pencil, and friends who begged me to write more. When high school ended, writing was put on hold for the real world. I had to get a job.

After twenty years, I’d married, began opening my home to teens who wanted to hang out, watch movies, and do safe things other than be out on the streets. One of those teens was interested in writing. She started a book on her laptop and asked me to review it.

This brought back memories. That love for the way a pencil felt scraping against a piece of blank paper. The way a world felt when you created it and nothing but your imagination could infiltrate it. Anything could happen.

After telling her it reminded me of writing when I was her age, she asked me to join her in writing. Just for fun. A year passed. The girls begged me to write. Not just a fanfic, but something straight from my imagination. Something that might be worth publishing. So, I bought my own laptop.

Gone were the days of striking through a whole sentence and rewriting it, then having to rewrite the whole page to make it look neat. I had the world at my fingertips in the form of Microsoft Word. And I wouldn’t change a thing, except maybe the number of novels I have written.

That number will advance though. This is going to be my year.

Here’s a tentative list of my works. I’ll add a few new ones in the months to come.

The Cursed Series

Ever After

Ever Bound

Ever Tempted

Ever Lasting


The Forbidden Series

Black Soul





Winter Bayne Cover Design Extraordinaire

Winter Bayne is a cover designer and writer I met on Facebook a few months back. We hit it off when we began talking back and forth about every day life, writing, and her covers. They were striking.

I glance around at covers to see what other authors are doing, what readers seem to like, and gather ideas for my own covers. Deciding that it looked too difficult to try to do and write a novel, edit the novel, and publish it, I outsourced. Of course, Winter Bayne was the only option.

Every single in her portfolio gripped me. She has a way of reaching not only inside the story, but inside the author and grabbing a vision of what would best represent the story and the author. She carries you through the process with her, allowing you to see how each step unfolds into the creation of something you’ll fall in love with. And normally, if you’ll fall in love with it, a reader (or a million readers–hopefully) will fall in love with it, too. Below are some examples of some of the work she’s done for me and other lucky authors.



This was a facebook or twitter banner. She does extra marketing tidbits for you. A wonderful gal, I tell ya.


This is a cover Winter made for Lilian Oake, one of my favorite authors. I’m currently reading this one. I’d highly recommend it to those who love fantasy. Hooked me from the beginning!


Check out Winter’s website if you’re interested in having the best in the industry working for you. She doesn’t just hand you a cover. She gives a bit of her heart and soul in each of the works.

As Winter comes up with new bits of magic, I’ll be sharing them with you, so stay tuned.

Pre-order Black Soul Now!


Releases January 17th! Reserve your copy now. No money due until release day. 🙂

As a gift just for being a subscriber, here’s a scene from Black Soul:


I woke to Caroline in such a tizzy I thought she would have a nervous breakdown.

“Noah! You’re in the floor! Why didn’t you…ohmygosh, you fell didn’t you? You fell. I let

you fall off the sofa. I’m such a—” I interrupted her.

“You’re fine. I chose to sleep here. I didn’t want you to wake and—” she interrupted me.

“And what? You should have woken me! I would have taken you back to your bed.” Her curls fell over the side of the sofa as she stared at me in horror.

I smiled and said, though I wish I’d kept my mouth shut, “Yeah, and maybe that’s what I was trying to avoid. It’s been awhile since I had a girl stay overnight.”

Like, never.

She flopped back and huffed in exasperation missing my innuendo completely. She was difficult to flirt with.

“If the agency walked in here right now, I can’t even imagine.” She shoved the throw off her and wrestled to get up at the same time. She tripped and rolled right off the sofa onto me.

My hands caught her.

Caroline stared down into my eyes, the whole length of her resting on me, and I could feel it all. Every glorious inch. I’m sure my eyes, among other things, didn’t hide my reaction.

“Yeah, the agency might wonder about your intentions,” I said with a grin.

Caroline’s shocked eyes flashed exasperation.

Though I appeared cool, calm and collected, I was breathless. The oxygen in the room was no longer oxygen. It was her. Everything was her.

Her hair was all around my face. Her nose touched mine. Her arms held her up, but her hands were flat on my chest and the contrast of their fragility on the muscles I’d tried to hide was even more troubling. Hot lava shot to my stomach igniting my groin.

She fumbled to get up.

I held her there, my hands feeling more powerful than they’d ever been.

“Noah?” she whispered. Had she noticed I was using both hands?

Damn. Damn. Damn. I loosened my grip and shoved the all too human response to her away. “Sorry. It might be the last time I ever hold someone.”

Her mouth fell open then clamped shut.

I smiled to hide my almost botched my cover.

“Do you have feeling in both hands today? You were…you were holding me with both of them.” She rolled off me and wobbled to a sitting position. Pulling my hands into her lap, she massaged both of them with fearful hope in her eyes.

“That happens sometimes. One day something might not work, the next day, I’ll have a little use of it, then the following day the sensation is totally gone, and it never comes back.” I couldn’t meet her gaze. The lie weighted me down as much as the paralysis did.

Caroline scrambled to get up. “I’ve got to get you out of the floor, and wash you up and then…Me. Oh, god, I bet I’m a mess. I bet I look—”

“Heavenly.” My mouth betrayed me.

She flashed me a surprised look.

“Lies.” With hands shaking, she smoothed her hair as she stood. “This coming from a man who almost froze to death in the floor overnight. You probably have hypothermia.”

“You’re overreacting.”

She took both my hands again and tested their warmth on her cheeks. “I’m such an irresponsible, poor excuse for a caregiver.”

“I thought you were great. And all that talking you did in your sleep. One could learn a lot about what makes you tick.” I smirked.

She gasped. “I didn’t?”

I smiled, nodding. “No, but it would have been interesting if you had.”

She half-nudged/half-kicked me.

“Throw me off the sofa into the floor, make me sleep there, and now you’re kicking me? I might have to report you,” I said as she pulled me to a sitting position.

“You’re so cold.” She ignored me.

“It’s just poor circulation.” It was the truth. Just as the sun sliced through the part in the curtains, my left hand and the lower portion of my arm lost sensation.

Within a minute, she got me to my wheelchair,  then to my bed. Beneath me, the bed was much softer than that hard floor. I’d focused on Caroline so much the whole night, I hadn’t realized how sore the floor had made me.



Over…Overused? (Editing Tips)

Editing out the word over isn’t hard to do. Test the sentence to see if it can work without it. Most instances, it can.

Don’t: I shoved the tray over closer to her.

Do: I shoved the tray closer to her.

Don’t: She slid over beside me.

Do: She slid beside me.

Don’t: I sauntered over to the center of the room.

Do: I sauntered to the center of the room.

In these cases, it’s a filler word and can be struck out. A lot of times we feel it shows direction, but the sentence is clear without it.


Editing: Filler Words

Editing is a daunting task. There are so many things one doesn’t realize needs to go.


Filler words are one of the most important things you can strike from your document.

Here is short list to go by:

  • Just
  • Very
  • Really
  • Literally
  • Quite
  • Perhaps
  • In order
  • Actually
  • Rather
  • Stuff
  • That

You don’t always need to clear out these words, but for the most part if you take them out of a sentence, it will still make sense and it will tighten your pacing.

Stay tuned for more editing advice!

It’s not about the presents; It’s about the presence…

I could have chosen a happy family with Christmas decorations saturating a warm festive room, but we all know that’s not exactly how all Christmases go. But hey, it’s family and it’s ours, so we love them. And being with them is what matters for Christmas.


A lot of times, I get too carried away with how much money I have to spend on gifts and who I may have forgotten, when this time of years barrels through. Because let’s admit, it doesn’t just roll around. It slams you like a hurricane with gale force winds.

At least it does me.

I always promise I’m going to start shopping sooner, but I never get around to it. I swear, I did all my shopping the night before Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve, Eve. When I started in with my buggy, I wanted to blow up the store and anything I saw that had to do with Christmas Cheer. When my buggy was full of a lot of good deals, I started getting a little happier. I was able to invest a little of my emotions into the holiday. By the time I got to check out, I wanted to spend my whole bank on Christmas and every one I knew.

But I was frugal and still had money to spend on groceries for about half the week. I don’t know what we’ll do for the rest of the week after that, but we’ll sure have presents. And I won’t feel bad that my kids won’t have something to open up.

Part of my buggy had all the makings for a scrumptious family dinner. That’s what I’m looking forward to the most. I can’t wait to look across the table at all my family, share what we’ve done this year and talk about how we plan to start our Christmas shopping in January.

Like that’s going to happen. 🙂



Cover courtesy of Winter Bayne. Model: Vikkas Bhardwaj.

Excerpt from Black Soul Book One of The Forbidden Series

I had forgotten how alarming my abilities might be to a human. I was here then there. In front of her.

Her jaw dropped and her knees gave as I leaned in to catch her. She would find my breath hot and strangely sweet as it tickled her face. I couldn’t stop the effect.

Her pupils narrowed, but she didn’t flinch.

With a curled forefinger, I lifted her chin. “Don’t fear me.”

“Noah?” She whispered incredulously. Her aura alternated between purple and orange, back to purple, then red, then back to purple. Love, fear, love, anger, and ended up on the one I hoped for. Purple:Love.

Caroline reached out. Her fingers grazed the dark, cool skin on my chest. The sensation was as flame to ice. She stroked the muscles that hadn’t been there only minutes earlier.

I clenched my eyes shut and tried to focus on her safety, but my blood boiled and molten lava made a downward spiral into the pit of my stomach.

“You’re real,” she breathed. Her touch trailed over my skin, exploring me.

My eyes flashed open. I dropped a want filled gaze on her. With my jaw taut, I stood straighter, my breath coming in jagged spurts.

At that moment, Caroline would have flushed red if she could have read my aura. I was sure there wasn’t a color for it yet.

Her hands ended their exploration at my waist. “You can feel that?”

“I can feel…everything.” My voice was even different. Low controlled tones, filled with raw masculinity I hadn’t felt in years, if ever.

Caroline leaned toward me, letting a soft kiss fall on the new ridge of my right pectoral muscle. Her lips parted slightly when she looked back up to me.

I was sure the venom from my skin had momentarily paralyzed her. The taste of my mouth would daze her that much more. I took full advantage of her shock as I pulled her to me. I wouldn’t kill this human so the force had to be slight.

Caroline’s hair fell into my fingers, and she trembled under my kiss. She released a little moan into my mouth as I found soft skin just under her shirt tail.

My thumbs grazed her sides. A thrill of heat pin-pricked my fingertips. Hoisting her up, I sat her on the counter.

She held my face between her hands and pulled me deeper into the kiss. A childhood taste of cotton candy and the sweet smell of vanilla filled my nostrils. How could this be? She was using…her own venom?

I swayed under her spell as Matthew’s words prodded my mind.

I shoved them away. Not now. I didn’t care what she was. Duty no longer drove me.

My reckless abandon didn’t last long when I remembered the night before.

How could I be insensitive as to what this might do to her?

With a groan, I backed away.

She pulled at me, fear of another sort in her eyes.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered.

“Look at me,” I urged her.

“Oh, I am,” she whispered.


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Ever Tempted by Odessa Gillespie Black

Megan Morgan

Today I’m hosting Odessa Gillespie Black and her paranormal romance Ever Tempted. Odessa is giving away a digital copy of Ever Tempted, so make sure to comment, check out the other stops on the tour, and enter the Rafflecopter giveaway!

Enter to win a digital copy of Ever Tempted

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An infinity of lives, only one eternal love…

When Cole Kinsley asked Allie Knowles for her hand in marriage, he meant it. Death be damned. Nothing could keep them apart, not even a hundred years or more. Not even the vindictive spirit of Allie’s dead sister Grace. Released from her watery grave, she offers Cole a devil’s bargain. But to Cole, no price is too high when it comes to his beloved.

Allie thinks it’s almost too good to be true. A week of…

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