Saturday, February 21, 2015

Unedited Tidbit.... A Dragon's Hope!!

The Paladin Dragons are coming... are you ready? The newest book will drop in the next few weeks!

The portal that separated Paladin from the human world opened and four dragons came through. In dragon from they couldn’t speak bit no words needed to be said at least not for Bior. He was so angry he could cut a swath through the earth beneath them with his fiery breath. Instead he found the best wind stream that would allow his leathery wings to soar faster towards their intended destination, Florida and Michelle’s houseboat. Instead of bringing Mike, one of her team back through the portal, Mursi carried him. He and Michelle would take care of him and find out what he knew at the warehouse they converted to a safe have.

 It was the task of Bior and Erik to follow the scent of the Shen and find Kiara and the others before the worst could happen. If it hasn’t already, Bior thought and felt his anger burn hotter. If Kiara was hurt Mike would be a pile of charred bones and no one could stop him. Since finding out that she had been taken, Bior assessed in himself that he cared for the tiny woman with big brown eyes. They landed in the open concrete parking lot of the abandoned row of warehouses. Michelle owned the property.  Mursi dropped Mike on the ground with out any pity and Bior forced his shit along fast even though it caused him a small amount of pain. He wanted to be in human form so he could strangle Mike just for a little bit. Bior stalked towards the man who scrambled back in fear, he was sure his intent was reflected on his face.

“Bior don’t hurt him!” Michelle ordered as he lifted the Mike up by the neck.

“Why? He cared so little to put your people in danger.” Bior shook Mike as he dangled above the ground. “

“Put him down, Bior,” Mursi ordered.  “We actually need to hear what he knows, then maybe I’ll let you hurt him a bit.”

He dropped Mike who glared up at them. “You all are in your safe world and we’re here dying what was I supposed to do?”

“Wait for me!” Michelle yelled. “I’ve been with you and the others way longer than I’ve been on Paladin. Since when don’t I care? I’ve bled and fought beside you for years.”

“Yeah well now you’ve got a dragon man, we seem so inconsequential now,” Mike answered as he stood up.

Michelle punched him so hard he landed flat on his ass again.

“Hey how comes she gets to hit him and I don’t?” Bior asked angrily.

“Because he’s my jealous asshole not yours,” Michelle snarled and then turned to Mike. “If you fucking deluded yourself into to thinking we would be together. That’s your bag of crazy not mine. But don’t you dare say that my…. people, Kiara my best friend don’t mean the world to me or by god I will help Bior burn you alive.”

“Ok, I’m sorry, I’m sorry but we didn’t have any other choice,” Mike said.

“You did, the same way you found the fucking caretaker at the portal where I told you to go in case shit went down. You could’ve gotten there and told me,” Michelle pointed out angrily. ‘But you wanted to go rouge and play the hero. I told you before this won’t work unless we work together! You let some misguided sense of jealously put everyone in danger.”

“I’m sorry ok!”

Bior watched as Mike’s face twisted as he began to cry. Weakling, Bior thought unsympathetically. He’d met other humans with more bravery in one finger than this fool including Kiara. To lead you had the put the well being of the many above the one and his selfishness may have caused good people their lives.

“When we get our people back those who survived, we’re done. I can’t have you putting who’s left in danger,” Michelle said. ‘I need to know who’s been taken and who got killed.”

“Kiara, Sammie, Joan, Tara are taken,” Mike sniffed and wiped his face. “Conroy, Henry, Matt, Corbin, Joe are dead.  I don’t know about the others, some stayed back who didn’t think I was doing the right thing. I’m just hoping the others did too.”

Michelle turned to Bior. “Can you and Erik go now and see if you can trace where they took the women. If I know Kiara she found a way to mark they way, or maybe just scent her?  She wears this pheromone perfume to attract the perfect guy or so she thinks….”

“I know her scent,” Bior cut her off. “I’m coming back with her and any others who survived.”

“Its been hours,’ Erik pointed out. “If any of the others or Kiara have been used. We will have to end their suffering.”

Michelle nodded tersely. “I know but in a case like that please bring them here, among family so we can be there with them. I don’t want anyone to die in Shen filth.”

“Understood,” Erik said and began his shift.

“I’m bringing her back,” Bior said to Michelle firmly. ”Unsoiled.”

“I know you will, I’m moving anyone here to the secondary safe house I told you about. We’re leaving a message for anyone else who may show up.” Michelle said. ‘Take Kiara to the house in the Keys, I’m going to make sure everyone is ok then we’re heading that way. If you’re not there we’re coming to help with the search.”

Bior inclined his head towards Mike who still sat on his ass on the concrete. ‘What about this one?”

“He goes home, I have no use for anyone who will put our people in danger,” Michelle said. “All he had to do was wait and this would never be an issue.”

“I have no home anymore, Michelle, this is all I have,” Mike implored.

“if that was the case, Kiara would be here,” Michelle said in an emotionless voice. “Don’t worry I’ll give you enough to get on your feet. You’ll find another way to be an egotistical ass in no time.”

‘You’ll regret this,” Mike whined angrily. “All of you.”

Michelle shook her head. “I already do.”

“And there is the caring,” Mursi murmured.  “Be thankful you aren’t handed over to that one so he can use you as a toothpick.”

Bior growled and closed his eyes, letting his shift to dragon form take over. He felt his body change and embraced it. He took to the skies with one swoop of his wings and followed Erik into the night sky. When they passed over Michelle’s houseboat he could see the decimation. It was half sunk into the murky swamp and what was left was shattered like a house made of toothpicks.  Flying low he circled looking for any stray Shen that may be in the area and then landed. His massive legs sank into the soft swamp mud as he looked around.  He took a deep breath and picked up the scent of moss and the earthy tones of the Everglades. He could also smell the filth of the Shen but there it was.

The subtle hint of Kiara’s perfume made he turned his head in another direction.  Something glinted in the moonlight and he lowered his head to look. It was an earring sitting on top of the damp earth.  Bior took to the skies again and followed the direction where he’d scented Kiara and seen the piece of jewelry.  Erik followed close behind and in the darkness they scoured the lands below looking for any signs of the Shen.  He didn’t want to think about what may be going on in Shen lair, he’d seen to many deaths of both men and women. Even canalized human bodies.  When they got hungry enough they’d eat anything. They lived with few basic needs showing they were basically animals. Feed, defecate and procreate, but that was before they new Shen they’ve seen popping up. Using the bodies of Paladin women, lesser Shen were now drones to be sent out. But still Kiara could be used like cattle and he wasn’t having it.

Erik made a dragon call to draw Bior’s attention. He followed the movement in the bushes below and honed in on it. His eyesight tracking the almost slither like movement as Shen abominations morphed from human to their serpentine selves.  He lifted himself higher and Erick followed, not wanting to be scene in the ink black sky if any of their quarries looked up. Using the she shadow of the clouds they flew deeper into the everglades. They flew above the marshlands into another area with boggy water covered the bases of trees instead of solid ground.  There were no caves here so Bior wondered where the Shen were going. They moved sleekly through mud and marshland at home in the murk. 

Bior knew that alligators wouldn’t dare attack. Predators knew who was on top of the food chain and with the Shen alligators weren’t it. But we are, Bior thought mercilessly. Finally he saw their destination, on the banks of the glades was an old flourmill, it was so old part of the smoke stack seemed to have crumbled into the water. Pieces of rusted fence dipped into the water showing that the everglades had and continued to claim the land back. It was probably the reason why the mill was abandoned. The structure of the glades changed the landscape over the years. There was no holding it back this kind of environment was not one man could reign in.  They let the Shen get inside and landed further away.  When they shifted Erik looked at his muddy feet in disgust.

“I have to put muddy feet in my new boots,” he murmured.

“Why did you bring the new boots to a fight?” Bior asked.

“To break them in,” Erik answered.

Bior took his clothes out of his pack and pulled on his jeans before shoving his muddy feet in his scarred boots. “Let me know how that works out for you.”

“How many do you suppose are in there?” Erik asked.

“Doesn’t matter we’ll kill them all and get Michelle’s people back,” Bior said.

He unsheathed and checked his sword before putting the belt of his scabbard of his shoulder so it crossed his chest. On the front was the hard leather breast place that was passed down through out his family through the ages. Old and worn it carried the scars of many battles with the Shen. Most of them were his since there had never been an uprising like this even in the old war.

“It seems Kiara is your main concern,” Erik said bluntly. Checking his own weapon. “Admit it, you have fallen prey to the tiny human woman.”

“I have not!” Bior snapped defensively. “She intrigues me intellectually, this is all.”

Erik snorted. “Yeah that’s intellect that scents the air anytime you are around her.”

“Shut up,” Bior growled. “Do we go in through the front door or the back?”

“I say we go knock and invite our selves to tea,” Erik grinned. 

“Good choice,” Bior agreed. “Kill anything Shen and we save the humans we can.”

They moved stealthily through the night and into the old mill. Making no bones to hide their presence. He wanted them to hear them coming and deviate their attention from any prisoners they had.  It had the desired affect, they cut down Shen easily, and they were none of the newer intelligent Shen. Bior had no doubt they were on their way or the women were going to be transported to them. The truck outside was probably to move them that same night, Bior wasn;t about to give them the chance to take not one.

“Kiara!” Bior roared as he grabbed a shen by the neck and pulled it forward. “Where are the prisoners?”

It gasped and managed to laugh and that infuriated him all the more. Bior snapped its neck and was moving forward before the Shen body hit the floor. They were getting braver, none giving answers until he was savagely killing them not giving them time to answer.  He’d rip the rest of the ailing buildings apart to find them. Finally he came to a door and in the midst of the death and black blood he picked up a subtle sent to humans, of Kiara.

“You got this?” He yelled to Erik.

“I’m practically bored with the monotony of it,” Erik replied and then yelled. “Give me a reason to actually enjoy fighting you things!”

Bior shook his head and kicked in the door just as two Shen attacked him. One he decapitated with his sword and the other, he cracked its skull open with his fist.  He was through the door and scanning the dark room looking for signs of life. There were only two bodies in there and one was Kiara. He checked the first girl and her pulse was strong, then he went to Kiara’s side.  Her pulse was also strong but neither woman was conscious.  He lifted her in his arms and smelled the sweet scent round her nose.  They had to be drugged.

“Kiara,” he shook her and tapped her cheek gently intently until she roused and moaned. “Kiara.”

Her eyes lifted heavily. “Bout time, thought I had to save myself.

Bior chuckled as he wiped a smear of dirt from her face. “No I’m here to save you tiny one.”

Something inside him shifted and he pressed a kiss to her forehead and held her close. Bior rocked her gently, hoping that even as the drug still held her in its grip it made her feel safe. The air took on the smell of rich clover, spices and his musky scent.  Bior didn’t care, he marked her as his and would figure the rest out later.  Right now she was safe and he was mated, well at least he thought so.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Halloween Me!

It’s October and I plan on overdoing it with celebrations and pure fun! My birthday is October 29th and Halloween is on the 31st. What more can a girl ask for? We plan on going ALL out this year.

We kicked the month off at Scarowinds Amusement Park! That was a bunch of fun especially with wine! People are hired to run up to you and scare you. LOL! I believe many of them got hit accidentally due to REALLY scaring people. If you have never been, you should check it out! It’s a
great opportunity to scream in public!

If you happened to be in my neighborhood be prepared to be scared driving past our house. We have ghosts and goons, UFOs, big spiders, tombstones and a bunch of crazy people ready to hear you SCREAM! If you are brave enough to get out of the car you may get blessed with some of our sugary treats!





I am sure this blog post alone has scared you! Stay tuned for the real fun because October is my month and I'll be blogging about my adventures! Besos! -Dahlia  

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Haters Gonna Hate: Can Being A Successful Author Cause Jealously

“The worse part of success is trying to find someone who is happy for you,” – Bette Midler

I believe being successful at anything stirs jealousy in people with deep regret and voids. Or, people who know they are not doing their life callings. Jealousy can be a great thing! It's a great eye-opener. It sort of tells people they are not on the right path and to make a change. If you are jealous of someone who is a celebrity surfer, then you may want to take some surf lessons. If you are mad at people who are travelling, or in love, then maybe you should try to start doing the same.

On the contrary, jealousy can also be bad and I have encountered my fair share of it. The publishing community is filled with subversive cattiness. Authors will literally pay people to write bad reviews on your books. Or, they will have their die-hard fan readers go on Amazon or wherever and write them. Instead of using that time to write or do something positive they fill it with negativity.

I am not a fan of the submissive “hate.” If you do not like me, I respect that, but don’t “pretend” to like me and then throw daggers at my back as soon as I turn the corner. I try to keep the faith and stay away from the drama but the more you do, the more people try to bring it to you.

“If you swim effortlessly in the deep oceans, ride the waves to and from the shore, if you can breathe underwater, and dine on the deep treasures of the sea; mark my words, those who dwell on the rocks carrying nets will try to reel you in to their catch. The last thing they want is for you to thrive in your habitat because they stand in their atmosphere where they beg and gasp for some air.” C. Joybell C.

It’s a general fact that some people don’t want to see others do well. They want your life, but don’t want to work hard to obtain it. Being successful is hard work. I have missed out on a bunch of sleep, fun and major events because I had to stay home and write or monitor my business. There is no written rule that ANYONE can’t be successful. I believe everyone can be successful, if they try. And, success is different for everyone. Some people want money, fame, a family, a great occupation…the list is endless, Just be well cautioned that within your success there will be naysayers along the way. Don’t get mad at them. Just send them a quick prayer filled with love and light and keep walking in the OPPOSITE direction. 



Wednesday, September 24, 2014

7 Reasons Why Dahlia Rose Likes to Dance

"Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music." 
- George Carlin

(1) Dahila Rose is a writer and a dancer!
Well I’m not a “professional dancer,” but I believe in the art form of expression and what really defines a “professional.” I have been dancing in the mirror at home and at night clubs from here to London for years. I have moves! There are plenty of cut rugs lying around from my stilettos!

(2) Dancing and writing is sort of the same thing, but not really!
Dancing and writing go hand-and-hand because they are both an outlet and actually very therapeutic. I personally think everyone should do some form of writing either in a personal journal or simply a letter to a friend. There’s something magical about it.

(3) It gets my creative juices flowing
Whenever I am writing a book or just trying to get in my creative zone I normally take a few dance breaks. I will kindly turn off my computer, turn on some tunes and start dancing. Sometimes I just have to dance whatever’s living in my head out! And, once I cut through that barrier it’s like I am ready for the world.

(4) Because I love music.
I have a sound system in my office with 3000 songs with every genre of music from classical to hip hop to orchestra to big band to pretty much everything, but electronica. There is something about electronica that does not tickle my fancy.

(5) Because Psychology Today and I’m sure Dr. Oz says we should!
According to Psychology Today, “Dancing improves brain function on a variety of levels. Two recent studies show how different types of practice allow dancers to achieve peak performance by blending cerebral and cognitive thought processes with muscle memory and ‘proprioception’ held in the cerebellum. Through regular aerobic training that incorporates some type of dance at least once a week anyone can maximize his or her brain function.”

I am all for maximizing my brain function. And, this is why I make it a point to go to my local night spot and DANCE the night away. I know it’s good for me and my well being.

(6) Because of the Movie Dirty Dancing
If you have not seen the movie Dirty Dancing please run to the police station and request to be arrested! That movie was the best dance movie of the 80s. Heart-throb Patrick Swaze captured the hearts of millions.

(7) It liberates me!
Whenever I dance I feel liberated and lighter. It takes away the stress of work and writing. It’s my go-to place. Plus, dancing is known to combat depression, stimulate our endorphins, and promote good self-esteem. According to, “An endorphin is a natural pain reliever produced by the body in response to a number of factors. It binds to the parts of the nervous system that bind to morphine, relieving pain and frequently producing a natural high.”

If you are someone who “doesn’t” dance for whatever reason you should still do it in the privacy of your home. It’s not only for night clubs and weddings. I can hear a song in the grocery store and bust out a two-step in the aisle at my local grocery store. Dancing has no limitations or boundaries. Make it a point to dance today!:)

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Meditation and Psychic Intuitiveness In Writing

“As a writer my intuition and empathy helps me connect with others through my words. It’s what helps me bond with others because I feel so deeply.” – Dahlia Rose

I believe in muses and "vibes" from places and spaces. I like to think it’s my muse or guardian angel helping me get the words out and build the character. It’s like we are all trying to get the next book out. It can be magical at times.

I am very intuitive and empathic. I can feel a variety of things from a person without them saying a word so I like to think that I “tap” into a higher source especially when I am writing. I can also pull the energy from places that have great presence which helps me write as well.

Savannah, Georgia is a city with a plethora of energy. It has a huge historical presence. While I was there, my group and I went into a confederate graveyard and could feel the history of battle and war. We walked under the trees and could feel old world Savannah. It is a new town built with an old world feel from the river front to the board walk -energy is there. It’s a great place for a writer to be inspired and character build.

Whenever I start a novel I have an idea in mind of how I want the characters to be. I have a lot of the plot and rising action already sorted out before I begin. But, sometimes the characters become something completely different and I just go with it. My instincts will say “no” and pull me in another direction allowing another spin making the characters richer. 

One of the greatest things I have learned in life is to always trust my instincts. I always tell writers, my children, people in general to trust their instincts because they will never steer you wrong and will protect you from so many unwanted hassles and obstacles. For example, in the publishing business you have to trust your gut. Unfortunately, not everyone has your best interest and my instincts have always stopped me from getting into sticky situations with these types of people. Some people are also just generally negative and that vibe can land on you!

As a writer my intuition and empathy helps me connect with others through my words. It’s what helps me bond with others because I feel so deeply.  Consequently, I can also be around negativity and pick that energy up as well if I am not protected. And, I protect myself with love and meditation. They say we should all meditate and tap into our higher selves. I believe meditation can be done many ways. Some people sit in silence and concentrate on their breathing while others go for a long nature walk. I, on the other hand, love to sit in bed with my coffee and talk to my husband. So, I guess you can say I meditate on LOVE before I start working.

That is why as Singer-Erykah Badu says, “I pick my friends like I pick my fruit. “ It’s essential to my creative life to surround myself with love, positive people and take time out to meditate. Meditation helps me tap into my muse. But, the greatest thing it does for me is connect me to a higher source and allow my creativity to blossom and bloom.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

San Francisco State of Mind

 “I travel for inspiration. Sometimes it helps me develop a character and other times it just helps me see the world from a different aspect and flare. Plus, you get to buy cool stuff.” – Dahlia Rose

San Francisco is like New York on a slant! There were so many parts and vibes of the city that reminded me of New York but with a different twist! San Fran has a great bohemian, earthy, eclectic flare to it. It has the energy of New York, yet with a casual feel. I guess you would have to visit both cities to truly understand what I mean.  The city is filled with vintage and tea shops, art shows, juice bars, cool spaces, and wonderful seafood restaurants. Everything is painted unusual and the people are super friendly. So welcoming that we found out the community gets together and feeds the transient homeless people in Golden Gate Park. I thought that was amazing and just adds to the warmness of the metropolis. 

It is also a squeezed together, compact-city. All the houses seem like they are hugging each other and holding on to one another, battling the gravity of all the hills. Because San Francisco is a hilly city! Tressie Lockwood (my partner in crime) and I had the eventful opportunity of catching a cab down Lombard Street. If you have been there you will know what I’m talking about. If not, trust me if you have motion sickness issues it’s the type of street so uphill that you will vomit just looking at it before entering any vehicle! We probably needed a few doses of ginger and Dramamine before and after our cab ride! Ha!

Of course, our driver started from the top of the hill and flew down the street leaving us holding our stomachs. We were in a constant incline. I felt like I was going head over heels because the top of the street is super windy and high. We thought we were going to fly off of the city itself and into the bay and die. Once we got to the bottom of the street I prayed to God with thankfulness and vowed to never get into a car again.

Other than our Lombard street fiasco, Tressie and I fell in love with the city.  We had a delightful time! We went from Lombard to Haight Street walking, eating, socializing, wearing sunglasses and visiting a bunch of San Fran must-see places! It was a nice balance of business and pleasure. And, Haight Street by the way, reminds me of the village in New York. It’s such a funky cool area filled with interesting people! 
I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the dining, which is one of the biggest highlights. We ate at several restaurants but my favorite place to dine was Pier 39 at Fisherman’s Warf. The food is incredible. We actually ate there twice and I ordered the seafood platter both times! It was fresh and delicious! As an added treat, you can often find seals sunning right by the restaurant on the Pier. You should see them laying out clumped together living the “good life.” I swear they all need to be wearing sunglasses because they look so cool. We don’t have seals in North Carolina so it was a big deal to us. 
 It’s like combining great food with National Geographic! The restaurant also sits right on the bay so you can also see Alcatraz from your seat which is a bit eerie and makes for a great murder mystery. There is something enchanting about seeing one of the most notorious prisons in American history.

None-the-less, the city stirred inspiration and energy into my psyche. The combination of great seafood, witnessing the le se faire lifestyle of seals, meeting fresh faces and taking a break from my day-to-day was a real treat. The trip was just a reminder to always try and carve out time and space for yourself to reflect- even if you only go as far as your living room. But, if you have an opportunity to visit the bay area you should go! And, when you do, send the city my LOVE! :) 

Monday, July 21, 2014

The City That Never Sleeps and I’m Exhausted….

The City That Never Sleeps and I’m Exhausted…. We all love it, the lights, the sights and sounds of New York. There’s nothing like it and when I was younger I adored it. Where else can you get food at three am in Manhattan or Go to SoHo and meet some of the most diverse and eclectic people? Every few weeks I come into New York for work. I do work with a few charities and network with other authors, editors generally the people you want and need to know. It’s usually a weekend, I fly in on Thursday and leave on Sunday and in that time I cram the work of at least seven people into three days. I’m up with the birds, my Starbucks coffee in hand and of course my croissant that’s been warmed to tackle the day. But I can tell you this from the time I leave the airport and hail a cab, I’m quite frankly…. Exhausted.

In between work, meetings, paperwork, scheduling and a multitude of other things. There’s always sightseeing there’s always someone or a group that has never seen the city and must take it all in with large excited gulps. This time around I had to brave The Empire State Building and my fear of heights. Oh didn’t I mention that at one point or ten thousand? Yes let me reiterate, I’m terrified of heights so much so that when I need to take flights I always pick a window seat so that I close the window and never have to see outside. Yep nothing but clouds out there and a long way down. So being on top of the world in the tallest peak in Manhattan was a big deal for me. Y’all know I had a shot (cough.. ahem 3) to settle the frayed nerves. Liquid courage can never fail! But I did I went on up there took a few pictures and didn’t look like I was screaming in my own head. Picture of calmness, that was me. I do believe that it was in part my inner Lafayette bitched slapped my subconscious until it passed out and then said to me “Hookah you got this, you got this!” That’s my bitch right there.. Inner Lafayette always comes through.

So I’m up with the birds, go to sleep with the late birds that like to stay up till 2am in Time Square. Then up and moving by 6: 45am once more for three days. The hectic schedule leaves me drained. So much so that when I get home to North Carolina, like a southern belle I take to my bed with the vapors. That basically means I’m working from bed with my laptop and wearing no damn pants, probably no bra, oh the vapors is my Vicks inhaler I love those things! (laugh) Would I change it? Nope, I would not because within all that work I’m having fun. I love my various jobs and trust me I wear a lot of hats, more than most realize. I see the city through the excited eyes of some of the newbies and hell, who doesn’t love a kick ass New Yorker?

There inspiration to be had in this town and I drink it in, then go home and channel it into my passion, my life’s breath and that’s my writing. Sitting in the red chairs in the middle of Time Square sipping a mocha frappe and people watching. That’s at least seven books for al the new characters you see. The guy with the sign that says “NEED MONEY TO BUY WEED” cracks me up. Hey at least he’s honest. Talking to cops or firemen even soldiers to hear their stories are my treasure trove. I leave stacked with business cards and come home with none of my own but plenty from other people. The adventure is never the same I can be sipping cocktails in a cigar bar or be invited to a roaring 20s gin party. It has happened, I kid you not. Its bloody awesome! So now I’ve braved the city that never sleeps and I’m heading home. There in my office I’ll write and work until its time for my next adventure. San Francisco the home to Alcatraz Island, Fisherman’s Wharf, Golden Gate Park and Haight Street. I’m so ready!

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Dahlia Rose,

Author, mother, lover, friend she is a rainbow of openness never to be defined. Defining her would be like trying to block a bullet. But, if you tried and happen to stumble upon her in wikipedia, you would find that she has lived nine lives and has warmed a million hearts. She has done more than most and navigated everywhere loving freely and forever changing her hair. A light to this world who uses her being to unfold secrets and keys that lay beneath destinies and blessing. She worships the moon and tattoos her dreams in books. A lioness brought here to conquer the sun with a pen…no war…love as a weapon to win. With Love as her sweater constantly warming you and I with words.

A best selling author of contemporary and paranormal romance with a hint of Caribbean spice. She was born and raised on a Caribbean island and now currently lives in Charlotte, NC with her five kids who she affectionately nicknamed "The children of the corn” and her biggest supporter/long time love. She has a love of erotica, dark fantasy, Sci-fi and the things that go bump in the night. Books and writing are her biggest passion and she hopes to open your imagination to the unknown between the pages of her books