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Here’s another little excerpt from When Sirens Screech:

“Sir? Won’t you reconsider allowing me the chance to question the suspect?” I hope he’ll say yes, but I fear he won’t change his mind.

Fear wins.

“If you have questions for him, you can feed them to me. Do you think he’s a vampire? A werewolf? Something else? God help me if there is a something else.” He mutters the last bit.

You can preorder When Sirens Screech today!

Finally! When Wolves Howl is out in the world! Plenty more action, adventure, scares, cunning and more from Detective Clarissa Tempest! She won’t let a werewolf frighten her. 😉

If you’ve read any of the Bedlam in Bethlehem stories, I’d love to know which one is your favorite so far! Do you enjoy reading about vamps and wolves that aren’t the forbidden love interest?

I’m still working hard on When Sirens Screech. It’s really coming along nicely! Over halfway done already. Crazy, but it’s basically typing itself. I love it when that happens!

If you’ve read any of the Bedlam in Bethlehem stories, I’d love to know which character is your favorite and which one you would like to read more about!

Here’s an excerpt from Of Rose and Cruelty:

A large shadow stirs behind me. The beast.

Shakily, I turn to face it. It remains in the shadows, and I cannot see its hideous face up close. It sniffs loudly, and steam exits its large nostrils.

“I… I am the gardener.” I thrust out the weeds I’m holding as proof.

Suddenly, it lurches forward, its face inches from mine. It’s studying me. I cannot tell what it thinks of me or my purpose, but slowly it slinks back to the shadows.

Try as I might, I must confess that encounter frightened and even shamed me. Focusing on my task at hand soothes me slightly, and I reach for the moss covering the castle wall.

A loud, horrific, animalistic roar bellows from behind me...

Here’s a little excerpt from When Sirens Screech:

The gloom of the night enshrouds me like a blanket. I shiver. Winter is almost here, and already, snow falls. It glistens in the moonlight, pretty, beautiful even.

But the shadows can’t be kept at bay for long. Especially not now.

This week’s new release is Of Gold and Deceit. It’s my twisted take on Rumpelstiltskin!

The king is a terrible, vile man. Cruelty and hatred are his only allies. Rich beyond measure, none dare to defy him, not even the miller’s daughter here in the royal spinning room with me.

She is as delightful as he is detestable, as beautiful as he is boring, and as charming as he is critical.

Her blond hair gives me hope for a brighter tomorrow, and if my magic and I can keep her safe, then I will. Yes, magic can come with a terrible price. Yes, she may not know my given name. Yes, she will not appreciate what I will demand from her.

Some might call me an imp, but what am I is powerful. I may not be king, but I have worth and my own interests.

This tale of a magical man with the ability to sp...

On Friday, I started writing my first every western romance. Saturday, I finished the rough draft. (It’s a short story.)
Yesterday, I started When Sirens Screech! It’s up for preorder. I’m dying to know what’s the first thing that comes to mind when you think of sirens. What do I absolutely have to include? Keep in mind that in this series, the paranormal creatures are all evil.

ABOUT HOLLY AND HOPEFUL HEARTS

When the Duchess of Haverford sends out invitations to a Yuletide house party and a New Year’s Eve ball at her country estate, Hollystone Hall, those who respond know that Her Grace intends to raise money for her favorite cause and promote whatever marriages she can. Eight assorted heroes and heroines set out with their pocketbooks firmly clutched and hearts in protective custody. Or are they?

A Suitable Husband, by Jude Knight

As the Duchess of Haverford’s companion, Cedrica Grenford is not treated as a poor relation and is encouraged to mingle with Her Grace’s guests. Surely she can find a suitable husband amongst the gentlemen gathered for the duchess’s house party. Above stairs or possibly below. 

Valuing Vanessa, by Susana Ellis

Facing a dim...