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October 8, 2022
Brutal Empire
Prologue
Once upon a time, there was a little boy, an heir to an empire of liquid gold. He had money, fame, and dozens of girls vying for his name.
He was charming, but he wasn’t cold. He just didn’t know an honest day of work.
His parents arranged for his marriage—a princess for his newfound throne.
Despite having no say in his betrothment, this boy assumed his role, gave her his loyalty, ready to share his gold. Too bad for him, his new betrothed was already in love with crystals and snow.
The girl went missing, and this boy searched and searched until he realized that hell was real, and all the monsters were here, on earth.
The once foolish boy changed. He wanted to forget about everything, including his last name.
He grew scales and claws, and this aloof boy learned to love the taste of blood.
His life was lonely with no meaning, just bloodlust killing to keep him beating.
Then one day, he came across an angel.
She was beautiful and warm, someone who needed guidance in this newfound world.
But his angel was broken with no home; she was fire and rage, someone who needed to be kept caged; her one-track mind was to make everyone who harmed her pay.
Too bad for the world, they turned this billionaire into a demon, and together they would make every person kneel and beg.
There’s no escaping their judgment day.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy, an heir to an empire of liquid gold. He had money, fame, and dozens of girls vying for his name.
He was charming, but he wasn’t cold. He just didn’t know an honest day of work.
His parents arranged for his marriage—a princess for his newfound throne.
Despite having no say in his betrothment, this boy assumed his role, gave her his loyalty, ready to share his gold. Too bad for him, his new betrothed was already in love with crystals and snow.
The girl went missing, and this boy searched and searched until he realized that hell was real, and all the monsters were here, on earth.
The once foolish boy changed. He wanted to forget about everything, including his last name.
He grew scales and claws, and this aloof boy learned to love the taste of blood.
His life was lonely with no meaning, just bloodlust killing to keep him beating.
Then one day, he came across an angel.
She was beautiful and warm, someone who needed guidance in this newfound world.
But his angel was broken with no home; she was fire and rage, someone who needed to be kept caged; her one-track mind was to make everyone who harmed her pay.
Too bad for the world, they turned this billionaire into a demon, and together they would make every person kneel and beg.
There’s no escaping their judgment day.
January 6, 2021
New Book Coming Soon
In The Midst Of Chaos
Coming March 3rd, 2021
Blurb:
𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥.
My name is Finley Primrose, heir to a corrupt empire.
I am a princess amongst thieves, but you see, fairytales are never as they seem.
I fell in love with Nashton Crull when I was a little girl but was promised to his brother. I loved them both but not in the same way.
None of that mattered, not when our families were going to war, so I was forced to return to a place I once called home.
The only problem? I am now trapped in the manor with all the boys. Someone wants to kill us, and I’m pretty sure more than one heart will be broken.
𝘞𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴, 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦.
Coming March 3rd, 2021
Blurb:
𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥.
My name is Finley Primrose, heir to a corrupt empire.
I am a princess amongst thieves, but you see, fairytales are never as they seem.
I fell in love with Nashton Crull when I was a little girl but was promised to his brother. I loved them both but not in the same way.
None of that mattered, not when our families were going to war, so I was forced to return to a place I once called home.
The only problem? I am now trapped in the manor with all the boys. Someone wants to kill us, and I’m pretty sure more than one heart will be broken.
𝘞𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴, 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦.
April 20, 2020
Falcon's Prey is live!
You can read free with kindle
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BLURB
Pawn.
Diamond princess.
Prey.
Since I can remember, I’ve been a pawn in someone’s game.
Danger was looming but never enough to harm me.
Until now.
Then he came along. My new bodyguard. The only person who saw past my edges.
Meanwhile, I was rooted deep in a web of deception, trying to save myself.
He was supposed to protect me and keep me from harm's way. Just like everyone else, he wanted to break me.
Now we’ve both been thrown into a game neither one of us wanted to play.
I was taught to be unbreakable like a diamond. I was a diamond, and diamonds don't break.
February 6, 2020
For Three Seconds
Hey Guys, I have a new book that came out!
If you like forbidden/coming of age/sports this one is for you!
The thumping of my heart woke me up like a hummingbird’s wings beating loudly against my rib cage. My heart knew what my brain had yet to comprehend. I took a deep breath and felt the heavy arm that was draped around my naked waist like a hot brand. It burned my skin, yet I wanted to sink into it and be consumed by the body next to me.
Opening my eyes, I saw a room that was unfamiliar to me. The walls were a light gray color, accents of teal all around. Fuck. When I noticed the lake outside the window, I knew I was still in Jordan’s house. Then it all came back to me, the sins from last night hitting me one at a time, making the flutters in my heart feel like a stabbing pain.
Prom.
Watching Gigi and Gavin.
Getting drunk for the first time since my parents died.
The hands that were wrapped around my waist pulled in closer until I was pressed up to the man who was next to me. His hard erection pushed against my rear; his lips were making their way up my nape. The brush of his lips, the feel of his fingers, the way he said my name, was going to be something I would always remember. Three tears fell when I closed my eyes.
“I want everything, Scar. I want to consume you in and out like you have done to me all these years.”
He pressed me against the wall, his breath mixed with nicotine and alcohol. The tuxedo was long gone; he only had a black shirt on, the sleeves rolled up, and the top button was undone. His hair was a little messy, probably from jumping in the lake earlier.
“I want to be the one you kiss when you have a good day.”
He got closer, his lips taunting mine, and I got weaker, my resolve to stay away crumbling before my eyes.
“I want to be the one you give yourself to when you have a bad day.”
He caged me in between the wall and him, dipped his head, and kissed me.
One.
Two.
Three.
And I knew nothing would ever be the same.
“I want to be your everything.”
He already was, but I didn’t tell him that. Instead, I did the thing I swore I’d never do: I gave in.
One.
We devoured each other, our mouths clashing for dominance.
Two.
Our clothes came off. Our naked flesh was molding into each other, no matter how wrong it was.
Three.
The loss of my innocence staining the white sheets as a reminder of our betrayal.
Three tears fell.
One for myself.
The second for Gavin.
And the third for my best friend.
I’d slept with the man she’d loved since sixth grade, and I didn’t think I regretted it.
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November 21, 2019
For Three Seconds
Hey, guys, I have a new book coming out in February!
Blurb
I fell in love with Gavin Dunn when I was twelve. All it took was one game of spin the bottle and I was ruined.
One kiss, and three seconds, and no matter how many boys I kissed, they didn’t make me feel like he did.
The problem? He belonged to my best friend.
I kissed him first. She kissed him last.
He once chose me, and I chose her.
When everything in my life goes wrong, somehow he’s always there to make it right. And as my best friend pulls away, he finds ways to get closer. I know that we are just waiting for three seconds before everything changes again.
Blurb
I fell in love with Gavin Dunn when I was twelve. All it took was one game of spin the bottle and I was ruined.
One kiss, and three seconds, and no matter how many boys I kissed, they didn’t make me feel like he did.
The problem? He belonged to my best friend.
I kissed him first. She kissed him last.
He once chose me, and I chose her.
When everything in my life goes wrong, somehow he’s always there to make it right. And as my best friend pulls away, he finds ways to get closer. I know that we are just waiting for three seconds before everything changes again.
November 7, 2019
You Were Always Home- Now Live
You Were Always Home is now Live!!!!
Chapter One
Juliet
Sorry to all of you that have to stay in this town. Have fun watching the dust settle when I leave this place. The inspiring words of my valedictorian speech rang in my ear as I turned the key in the lock of my new apartment.
As soon as I opened the door, I started coughing like a maniac. No, it wasn’t a dose of humility that was being shoved down my throat for being back in town. It was the dirt, musk, and stale air in my crappy new place.
Looking down at the lease papers, I felt pride. It didn’t matter that my new place was in a part of town the old me would have never been caught dead in or that all I had was a stupid full-size bed and not even a third of the closet I had back in Minneapolis. The papers in my hand said “Juliet Dunnett.” The owner didn’t give a damn if my ID said any different. For the first time in my life, I had something that was mine. My money—not my father’s, not my husband’s—mine.
Sure, I had things before that I thought were mine, but it didn’t take long for those things to be thrown back in my face when I did stuff my way, not the way it was expected. Daddy used to love throwing his money back in my brothers’ and my faces whenever we didn’t act the Dunnett way. It was funny how quickly it became his money and not our money. If we were in Daddy’s good graces, it was our money to do with as we wished. After all, we had an image to uphold.
An image I no longer cared about upholding.
My new place was empty—boring. Opening my bank account app, I cringed at the balance, and then I looked up at the barren space before me. Before my fall from grace, I would swipe, swipe, swipe and not worry a bit about the balance dropping. I could decorate with the best of them, but with the amount in my bank account, I was not up to that level anymore. I had enough money to sustain me for now, but I needed more clients ASAP. I had excellent credit and that afforded me credit cards, but I knew how that could become a black hole on its own. So right now they were practically nonexistent. Only for emergencies. Real life emergencies.
Never in my life had I been alone as I was now. There were always my brothers, and people who wanted to use me or exploit me— fake friends, haters, wannabes. I should thank my brother Max for my state of loneliness, but he would have to get off his high horse and talk to me.
Max was still mad at me, and I couldn’t blame him. Since his failed wedding, he refused to talk to me, and after I left Chad, I stopped trying.
My family had turned their backs on me; the message was received. I wasn’t going to beg them. My grandmother always said a lady didn’t beg, and after everything, I was still a lady. The last thing I would do was get on my knees for those who didn’t deserve my time.
I knew Daddy was waiting for me to fail, to come back home begging for his forgiveness. He could die holding his breath for all I cared, and while he was at it, he could drag Prescott with him. I looked down at my right arm and stared at the purple cast that covered it.
Yeah, I’m better off on my own.
The loud thumping on my door startled me. Scared out of my mind, I went to check the peephole, hoping it was the delivery guys. When I saw it was them, I took a deep breath. They didn’t bother to look me over as they made their way inside and put my crappy mattress in my bedroom. As I tipped them, I watched the numbers drop on my invisible calculator.
Was this how everyone lived? Did people just watch a mental calculator drop every time they spent something? For a second, fear went through my veins like a venom spreading all over my body. Shaking my head, I cleared those thoughts out.
I could do this.
I would do this.
Going to my car, I did the best I could to get some of the boxes out, but with one of my hands indisposed, it was hard. The first box I grabbed was a small Christmas storage box. It was the first box I’d stored in my car three years ago when I’d toyed with the idea of leaving. The boxes in my car were stored months in advance, and as sad as it was to say, it only took a few hours to unpack. It wasn’t enough; it was insignificant compared to what I used to have. Compared to my previous abundances of clothes, I had nothing now. A few boxes of clothes, and the rest were still in a walk-in closet that was tailored to my needs.
It made reality scarier. I wanted to believe I was strong and capable, but I felt like a fraud—a coward.
Before I went to sleep, I thought of my new place. It might be mine, but it didn’t feel like me. I needed to change that, but I was scared to do it. My last thought before going to sleep was of him, and I let the humiliation wash me of what I had done. I had done the worst things after him, but he was the calamity that had started it all, and it wasn’t even his fault.
****
How long had it been—a few minutes or hours? I needed to get out of the car or get my ass home before I burned off all the gasoline waiting outside of Pete and Son’s hardware store. My stomach was in knots, and I asked myself if I really needed to paint. The answer was yes—I was in dire need of it. I needed to put my stamp on my new place. I needed it to feel like it was mine. The only way that would happen was if I did what I’d always wanted to do and let loose on the colors. Something, I might add, I had never had a say in because Dunnetts had more important things to do than paint.
I couldn’t help but glance at my left hand. It was getting easier to ignore it. The wedding ring that used to adorn it was now gone, and a small faint tan line was left. Soon that would fade, and all would remain was bitter memories. Those would never go away.
Opening the visor mirror, I checked myself out before getting out. My auburn hair was beautiful and sleek, my bangs neatly trimmed. My porcelain face was almost makeup-free. Just enough coverage to cover my freckled face, something I’d done my whole life.
Getting one heeled foot out in front of the other, I was glad there wasn’t any snow. I already had a broken wrist; I didn’t need to add a broken foot. My left hand shook as I opened the door to the store, since I was still getting used to my right hand being broken. It sucked that my right hand was broken. It had to be my dominant hand. The smell of iron greeted me, making my nose wrinkle. I picked this time knowing the store would be empty. I didn’t need a witness to what could be a potential humiliation.
As soon as I walked in, I cursed my high heels as the sound echoed through the store. Making my way down the aisle, I hoped that anyone other than Jake “Bear” Carson was in attendance. Who knew, maybe he didn’t remember me? I mean, it wasn’t like we’d dated or anything. I guess you could say we were friends. You were more than friends—don’t play stupid. We had one class together for only one semester. It was nothing, I told myself. But it felt like a bitter lie.
I was a bitch to Jake; if I closed my eyes, I could still see the hurt in them, the vivid azure turning dark at my words. I was old enough to know the error of my ways. I knew the errors of my ways back then too, but back then I had everything to lose. I guess my sudden courage came from knowing everything was already lost. Things couldn’t get worse, could they?
When I rounded the corner, I wanted to curse and leave because it was Jake at the counter. I wasn’t as strong as I thought I was. Fuck courage; I was fine being a coward. I could drive an hour away to the nearest Home Depot, but of course Jake chose that exact moment to look up.
Chapter One
Juliet
Sorry to all of you that have to stay in this town. Have fun watching the dust settle when I leave this place. The inspiring words of my valedictorian speech rang in my ear as I turned the key in the lock of my new apartment.
As soon as I opened the door, I started coughing like a maniac. No, it wasn’t a dose of humility that was being shoved down my throat for being back in town. It was the dirt, musk, and stale air in my crappy new place.
Looking down at the lease papers, I felt pride. It didn’t matter that my new place was in a part of town the old me would have never been caught dead in or that all I had was a stupid full-size bed and not even a third of the closet I had back in Minneapolis. The papers in my hand said “Juliet Dunnett.” The owner didn’t give a damn if my ID said any different. For the first time in my life, I had something that was mine. My money—not my father’s, not my husband’s—mine.
Sure, I had things before that I thought were mine, but it didn’t take long for those things to be thrown back in my face when I did stuff my way, not the way it was expected. Daddy used to love throwing his money back in my brothers’ and my faces whenever we didn’t act the Dunnett way. It was funny how quickly it became his money and not our money. If we were in Daddy’s good graces, it was our money to do with as we wished. After all, we had an image to uphold.
An image I no longer cared about upholding.
My new place was empty—boring. Opening my bank account app, I cringed at the balance, and then I looked up at the barren space before me. Before my fall from grace, I would swipe, swipe, swipe and not worry a bit about the balance dropping. I could decorate with the best of them, but with the amount in my bank account, I was not up to that level anymore. I had enough money to sustain me for now, but I needed more clients ASAP. I had excellent credit and that afforded me credit cards, but I knew how that could become a black hole on its own. So right now they were practically nonexistent. Only for emergencies. Real life emergencies.
Never in my life had I been alone as I was now. There were always my brothers, and people who wanted to use me or exploit me— fake friends, haters, wannabes. I should thank my brother Max for my state of loneliness, but he would have to get off his high horse and talk to me.
Max was still mad at me, and I couldn’t blame him. Since his failed wedding, he refused to talk to me, and after I left Chad, I stopped trying.
My family had turned their backs on me; the message was received. I wasn’t going to beg them. My grandmother always said a lady didn’t beg, and after everything, I was still a lady. The last thing I would do was get on my knees for those who didn’t deserve my time.
I knew Daddy was waiting for me to fail, to come back home begging for his forgiveness. He could die holding his breath for all I cared, and while he was at it, he could drag Prescott with him. I looked down at my right arm and stared at the purple cast that covered it.
Yeah, I’m better off on my own.
The loud thumping on my door startled me. Scared out of my mind, I went to check the peephole, hoping it was the delivery guys. When I saw it was them, I took a deep breath. They didn’t bother to look me over as they made their way inside and put my crappy mattress in my bedroom. As I tipped them, I watched the numbers drop on my invisible calculator.
Was this how everyone lived? Did people just watch a mental calculator drop every time they spent something? For a second, fear went through my veins like a venom spreading all over my body. Shaking my head, I cleared those thoughts out.
I could do this.
I would do this.
Going to my car, I did the best I could to get some of the boxes out, but with one of my hands indisposed, it was hard. The first box I grabbed was a small Christmas storage box. It was the first box I’d stored in my car three years ago when I’d toyed with the idea of leaving. The boxes in my car were stored months in advance, and as sad as it was to say, it only took a few hours to unpack. It wasn’t enough; it was insignificant compared to what I used to have. Compared to my previous abundances of clothes, I had nothing now. A few boxes of clothes, and the rest were still in a walk-in closet that was tailored to my needs.
It made reality scarier. I wanted to believe I was strong and capable, but I felt like a fraud—a coward.
Before I went to sleep, I thought of my new place. It might be mine, but it didn’t feel like me. I needed to change that, but I was scared to do it. My last thought before going to sleep was of him, and I let the humiliation wash me of what I had done. I had done the worst things after him, but he was the calamity that had started it all, and it wasn’t even his fault.
****
How long had it been—a few minutes or hours? I needed to get out of the car or get my ass home before I burned off all the gasoline waiting outside of Pete and Son’s hardware store. My stomach was in knots, and I asked myself if I really needed to paint. The answer was yes—I was in dire need of it. I needed to put my stamp on my new place. I needed it to feel like it was mine. The only way that would happen was if I did what I’d always wanted to do and let loose on the colors. Something, I might add, I had never had a say in because Dunnetts had more important things to do than paint.
I couldn’t help but glance at my left hand. It was getting easier to ignore it. The wedding ring that used to adorn it was now gone, and a small faint tan line was left. Soon that would fade, and all would remain was bitter memories. Those would never go away.
Opening the visor mirror, I checked myself out before getting out. My auburn hair was beautiful and sleek, my bangs neatly trimmed. My porcelain face was almost makeup-free. Just enough coverage to cover my freckled face, something I’d done my whole life.
Getting one heeled foot out in front of the other, I was glad there wasn’t any snow. I already had a broken wrist; I didn’t need to add a broken foot. My left hand shook as I opened the door to the store, since I was still getting used to my right hand being broken. It sucked that my right hand was broken. It had to be my dominant hand. The smell of iron greeted me, making my nose wrinkle. I picked this time knowing the store would be empty. I didn’t need a witness to what could be a potential humiliation.
As soon as I walked in, I cursed my high heels as the sound echoed through the store. Making my way down the aisle, I hoped that anyone other than Jake “Bear” Carson was in attendance. Who knew, maybe he didn’t remember me? I mean, it wasn’t like we’d dated or anything. I guess you could say we were friends. You were more than friends—don’t play stupid. We had one class together for only one semester. It was nothing, I told myself. But it felt like a bitter lie.
I was a bitch to Jake; if I closed my eyes, I could still see the hurt in them, the vivid azure turning dark at my words. I was old enough to know the error of my ways. I knew the errors of my ways back then too, but back then I had everything to lose. I guess my sudden courage came from knowing everything was already lost. Things couldn’t get worse, could they?
When I rounded the corner, I wanted to curse and leave because it was Jake at the counter. I wasn’t as strong as I thought I was. Fuck courage; I was fine being a coward. I could drive an hour away to the nearest Home Depot, but of course Jake chose that exact moment to look up.
August 23, 2019
The Way Back Home- Cover
Emma and Dex have a cover! Yay!
The Way Back Home will be available on September 19th. Emma's and Dex's story is completely different than Fraya's and Max's. There's a lot less angst but definitely more swoon.
The Way Back Home will be available on September 19th. Emma's and Dex's story is completely different than Fraya's and Max's. There's a lot less angst but definitely more swoon.
June 17, 2019
Cover Reveal
I love the cover for Max and Freya. I think it does the book and characters justice. Now we are only 5 weeks away from release and I can't wait for everyone to read this angsty and swoony love story.
April 30, 2019
It's Not Home Without You releases soon!
Here are some of my favorite lines from this novel!
