The Silver Wilde Chronicles

“Listen, I’m no fairytale princess. I’m a hot mess witch.

Barely competent. But I get back up every single time until I get it right. Even when no one else believes I can. And that’s the only kind of fairytale I can get behind anyway.”

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Both novellas are prequels to The Silver Wilde Chronicles

Ignite Again

I might be an impulsive witch but I’m not stupid, I don’t mess with time travel. So when I got the offer for this job, it was a hard no. 

Until I saw how many dollar signs were attached. Now I’m on an artifact requisition job of a lifetime. 

I need to travel thirty years into the past and recover a ring peacefully, using my unique mind control abilities. 

Getting in and out of a bank without causing a scene shouldn’t be any trouble, but when four armed, masked robbers storm in, my plan is officially hitched. 

I have to stay alive without attracting attention to myself. Two problems with that. One, I’ve never won any finesse awards. Two, did I mention how much I hate bullies? 

Stay alive, save the crowd, get the ring and don’t get caught. For Hekate’s sake, I’m not sure the paycheck was worth all this.

Blazing Hearts of Justice

I’m not the spoiled little rich girl everyone thinks I am. I’m a blood mage, covertly training for the past ten years, since my mom died, to fight demons and dark magic.

My mother secretly left me clues before she vanished and since then, while I live with my grandmother in our luxurious mansion pretending to be a spoiled, promiscuous, party girl, I’ve been planning for the day I can finally take down Mom’s killer.

But now Jax Palmer, the tantalizing, off-limits wolf shifter I bartend with shows up threatening blackmail if I don’t take him with me, despite having no idea of my plans. I’ve told him he shouldn’t get involved. He’s lucky we’re friends or I’d hex him to Hades and be on my way. 

It’s bound to be a dark and bloody time, I really don’t need the distraction.

As a neurospicy author, I write steamy, magical books with complex, kickass heroines and the dark men who steal their heart.

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