I panic if I go under water. I don’t like heights. I can’t wear anything tight around my neck. I’m a packrat~ very little gets thrown out and I obsess about having a pantry full in case of emergencies. I love to sit quietly and listen to the dawn, the twilight; I watch the stars and the ocean and think of what is eternal. I dream in color. And I seem to sense when something or someone isn’t quite ‘right’. All my life friends and strangers both have poured out their problems to me. And writing, that steady stream of creativity, springs from an unknown source deep within my imagination.

“Where do you get these ideas?” I have been asked. I shrug. Honestly, I can’t answer. It’s all just there, the voices crying to be heard, their stories using me as simply a conduit. Most of the time I feel I have little to do with the stories I write, except to sense the urgency of getting them told, do justice to the characters that are always within my heart.

Then I sat down with a Psychic. I picked ten cards and one by one she began to explain.

“In this life you won’t go without. Stop hoarding. In a past life you went without but you needn’t worry now. You have an energy that draws people to you with their problems. That energy attracts spirits as well; they follow you, you hear them, but mean no harm. You have a wisdom that comes from long ago. In that past life you were a Keeper of Knowledge, a witch. That knowledge has followed you. It resides in your talent.”

She smiled and said, “Answers aren’t always found in the New Age section of a bookstore. Sometimes they’re found in Fantasy. Those authors are the Old Souls.”

I was, quite honestly, dumbstruck. I had sat down thinking the reading would be entertaining only. I stood up enlightened.

And now I realize why I write easily, why my stories are so real to me, why I love my characters so. I have ventured a step closer to understanding that unknown source that springs deep from within my imagination.

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The Seagrass Whore

Echoes of a past injustice can never fade when history is destined to repeat itself.

A tragic history haunts Calloway Cove. Three deaths~ one man, his son and the woman they both loved~ all lost to the sea. Yet the official accounts don’t ring true to either Leena or her future father-in-law, Cole Savage, both of whom witness the eerie apparition of a weeping woman with blood on her hands. Together they begin to unravel the mysteries behind the enduring love of a woman, callously dubbed The Seagrass Whore, and discover shocking truths that had remained untold for decades. But by discovering the past they come face to face with the realization their growing affections reflect what once was~ and that the consequences could be just as dire.

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The Tarot Prince

Since childhood Annalise has listened to the mystifying songs that float over the Devon Moors to her cottage window. Suddenly its lulling gentleness changes into an urgent plea- a glorious Queen has stepped from the mystical world of the Tarot- showing Annalise the figure of a cloaked man, his head bowed to a crippling despair of loss and regret, blinded to the imminent threat of a blood thirsty enemy. He is her chosen- and instantly Annalise understands her destiny is entwined with this tortured Nobleman. Only she can touch him. And warn him.

But how could this be? She is a poor peasant girl with humble dreams of being a lace maker like her Aunt Sadie. Yet when she explains the vision to her aunt, Annalise learns of a dark and powerful Venetian Soothsayer who was rumoured throughout Europe to be immortal, a godless soul, lost to roam the earth without love or hope. His name: Medardo de Vale.

The name alone unlocks her inner passion, produces memories of a past life that are not her own, and a love so profound its echo has survived the centuries. Annalise has no other choice but to find him and warn of an impending evil that draws ever closer, an evil that will stop at nothing to procure the secret elixir of Immortality. Will he believe what she says even though it makes no sense to her? And what perilous path might he take her if he does believe? It is a chance she must take.

Medardo de Vale is The Tarot Prince, and the love of a simple peasant girl is his only hope for survival.

Misery Loves Company

"Every cry for help is heard even when no one is there."

Uncontrollable events and too many bad decisions have pushed Lola to the brink of self-destruction. To help break away from her depression she rents an isolated picturesque cottage, to rest, meditate, and explore a new passion- art. It is a valiant effort to start life again.

But she isn't alone in her misery. A shadow moves, a voice calls, a hand reaches for her from beyond. She has awakened another, a dark unearthly man, whose tortured existence is wracked with pain.

Barriers of time and space crack as their empathy and their passions explode. Once promises are made, however, she discovers just how horrifying her circumstances have become.

Misery loves company, especially when reality dissolves.

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No Ordinary Affair

Max is tired of life- his wife has left him, his private investigator business is faltering, he’s lonely and he’s on the verge of ending it all. But a woman comes to his office asking for his help to get the dirty on her cheating husband. The instant and crazed attraction is too strong for either of them to fight. Yet she has a peculiar habit of appearing and disappearing into thin air and Max begins to believe he is either going mad or he is having an affair with a ghost. The truth, however, is more disturbing than even he could ever imagine...