Monday, October 28, 2013


Category: New Adult
Genre: Fantasy
Word count: 100,000

Eighteen-year-old Dawn’s no thief, yet she’ll have to be if she wants to save her sisters from becoming demon chow. She’s tasked with stealing a powerful charm capable of releasing an imprisoned succubus—but first she’ll have to slip past its steamy guardian, Kalan. Dawn discovers Kalan has his own agenda, though, and seducing her is the first step in his plan.

Q1: In your MC's voice, what costumed character do you most relate to and why?
Honestly, I’ve never really been into Halloween—humans are like, “Ooh, look, I’m a vampire,” and I’m like, “Guys, vampires are the scum of the immortal community.” But if I did dress up, I’d go as someone fictional, like Lara Croft ‘cause she’s a total badass.

Q2: As an author, what makes your manuscript a tasty treat (unique/marketable)?
Like in Game of Thrones, everyone in SHATTERED is motivated by their desires, whether it be saving their sisters from death or killing the man who betrayed their trust. My characters will stop at nothing to get what they want, no matter the consequence.

First 250:

Don’t look, Dawn. You know what happens when you look.

I looked up. It was inevitable. When you tell yourself not to do something, you usually do the exact opposite.


The park vendors swarmed me like a pack of rabid dogs. Their voices tore into me, snarling off sales pitches.

“A beautiful necklace for a beautiful—”


“Would you like a subscription to The Vigrith—?”


“Mini glow-in-the-dark helicopters for sale! Buy ‘em by the dozen."

“What? No. Why the hell would I want twelve glowing helicopters?”

I didn’t wait for a reply. I walked as fast as I could without drawing attention. Luckily, the tiny carts were only set up at one entrance to the park. Turning into a large clearing, I glanced around for Cassie before settling at an empty picnic table.

Unfortunately, I didn’t find one in the shade. The heat was bearable, but the sun had me worried. Ultraviolet rays plus pale girl equaled a sunburn no amount of aloe vera could soothe. Hey, at least I had a gorgeous view...

Who was I kidding?

One half of the park had a dried-up garden with a statue of the plump Lady Fredericton; the other side had a few trees, twice as many picnic tables and a pathetically empty sand pit—

Power washed over me, rushing into my lungs like water. I gasped, my vision blurring. Stupid. I’d been stupid. Letting my mental barriers down was the epitome of stupid. The intruder left almost as soon as they came, but I still sensed them.