Tell us a little about yourself.
My husband and three sons are my life. I love to travel when I can, bake, garden, and read when I’m not writing.
What do like the most and the least about writing?
I love creating characters, plot, and setting and then seeing where they will take me.
I don’t love the editing process because after a while I get sick of reading my own words, but I do like that editing means the story is done and the end is near.
Give us a peek into your latest published work?
Wolf shifter, Davis Campbell is on a mission. His job is to babysit a woman from a rival clan. He believes all he has to do is get her back to Scotland. What he doesn't figure on is her possibly being his mate.
Bethany Leitner, an owl shifter, has been betrayed, attacked, framed, and left for dead. Trust in herself and others is hard to find. So when her self-appointed guardian begins to bark orders, she is ready to show her talons.
What’s next on the writing horizon for you?
My WIP (work-in-progress) is Legacy of Destruction, the second in my witch series and the sequel to Legacy of Magic.
Is there anything you want to tell readers?
Scent of Betrayal is the second book in the Shifters of Rishard series and the sequel to Bloodlines. For more information on my books and to be the first to see cover reveals and be notified of sales sign up for my newsletter at http://eepurl.com/dt5N7M
Excerpt:
Davis snorted. “Yeah, well, the little peacemaker tried to get rid of me when I didn’t kowtow to Aaron and the adviser. I don’t think she fully realizes the precarious position she and her clan are in right now.”
“On the contrary, I am quite aware, which is why I don’t see the need to make the matter worse by
antagonizing everyone around me.”
Davis slowly swiveled his head to meet Bethany’s glare.
She stood in the open doorway to the bathroom with her arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Her dark gaze pinned on him. She’d changed into a blue dress. It accentuated her tiny waist, skimming just below her knees, allowing him an appreciative view of her trim legs. Her pursed lips only accentuated the pink little bow of her mouth. He couldn’t help but imagine what it might be like to grab a taste.
An amused chuckle sounded in his ear. “She doesn’t sound very happy with you, Davis. Are you
sure you want to stay?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
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