Hi Lisa and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Pirate’s Promise!
Hi everyone! I’m so happy to visit today!
Please summarize the book a la Twitter style for the readers here:
Pirate’s Promise is Agents of SHIELD meets Pirate’s of the Caribbean with a healthy dose of enemies to lovers thrown in!
Please share the opening lines of this book:
This can’t be good.
Special Agent Aura Henderson popped the plunger
on her ballpoint pen over and over as she headed to the
conference room. Her boss didn’t usually call impromptu
meetings, so whatever this mission was, it must be big.
She turned the corner and stepped into the room.
Five team members were already seated, but she homed
in on Kingsley Pratt, their shamanic computer programmer.
Please share a few Fun facts about this book…
- I hadn’t planned on Greyson’s book to involve an agent from Department 13, but the moment he blew Aura’s cover in Book 4 there was an explosive connection and that was the moment I realized she’d be the heroine for Book 5.
- Their love hate chemistry was even better than I imagined once I started writing Pirate’s Promise! LOL
- I’m a pantser and I didn’t know what he was going to give her at the end until he pulled it out of the bag and then I cried when he gave it to her… So much better than what I thought it was going to be!
- I expected chemistry from this couple, but I did not expect to have the depth of emotions. I cried so many times writing this one…
- I think this book has the best grovel scene I’ve ever written so far.
What first attracts your Hero to the Heroine and vice versa?
Good question! For me it is usually different for each book. For Pirate’s Promise, what attracted me to Greyson was his integrity. Yes, he’s been a pirate for lifetimes, but under all the swagger, he had this iron will and no matter how much Aura antagonized him or broke his heart, he kept every promise he made. No matter the cost.
What grabbed me about Aura at first was her devotion to her job. It was her identity and although she had all this confidence and ability with weapons, there was a tiny secret part of her that worried she’d be nothing without her work. She’d have no value. Greyson challenged that, but in the end, she had to believe in herself.
Using just 5 words, how would you describe Hero and Heroine’s love affair?
Hot, rollercoaster, passionate, loyal, partnership.
The First Kiss…
She cleared her throat and straightened. “Maybe while we’re up here, we could work on our cover story.”
“All right.” He pushed off the railing, but the crow’s nest only allowed for a couple feet between them. No room for keeping his distance. He offered her his hand in greeting and forced out his best Savannahian accent. “Hi, I’m Greg Smith. I married you five years ago, and now we’re looking to add a stolen mythical sword to our collection of rare artifacts and antiques.”
Sounded damn authentic to his own ears and there was a trace of shock on her face before she buried it. Instead of paying him a compliment, she glanced down at his hand and smiled. Suddenly she took it, lacing her slender fingers with his calloused digits, and his breath caught.
Her eyes lifted to meet his. “There’s more to it than that.” Her accent was spot on, and the way her gaze locked on his as her thumb caressed the back of his hand almost made him believe she truly cared. “We were high school sweethearts. And we’re trying to start a family.”
His blood ran hot as he swallowed the lump in his throat. He’d never been to school, high school or otherwise. All his reading and math skills were self-taught. Of course, he understood she was playing her part, he just never expected her to be so damned good at it. She had him wishing he really was Greg Smith. She deserved someone like him.
He pulled her in close, sliding his other arm around her waist as he stared down into her dark eyes and struggled to balance this tightrope between reality and the undercover identity. “I hope our daughter will look just like you, with your fighting spirit.”
Her lips parted slightly as she searched his face. “And our little boy will want to be just like his daddy and sail across the ocean.”
But Greg was a contractor. Wasn’t he? Greyson leaned in, aching to close the distance between their lips. “The antiquities we collect will pay for them to go to college, so they can have a safe life. Security.”
“Yes.” Her tone was breathy, or maybe it was wishful thinking on his part. “Remember when we first met?”
His gaze dipped to her mouth and back up. He vaguely recalled the file mentioning they were a couple in high school, but not how they met. He’d have to wing it because he wasn’t about to break character. “I remember the way you hated me…” he struggled to hold back a smile. “But I grew on you.”
Her laughter sounded real. “Under all that bravado, you did make me laugh.”
“And when you let down your guard and smiled…” He ran the back of his fingers along her soft cheek. “You took my breath away.”
Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him, and her warm breath teased his skin. His head was spinning, unsure if they were still playing their roles, but he didn’t give a fuck. He needed her.
His fingers slid back into her hair as he pressed his lips to hers, growling at the sweet taste of her mouth. Her hands moved under his coat, exploring his back as she clung to him instead of shoving him away. His tongue tangled with hers, eager for more as she tilted her head, deepening the kiss.
Desire swamped him as he cupped her ass and pressed her tight against his raging erection. And like a switch had been flipped, she shoved him back, breaking the kiss as she bumped against the other side of the bird’s nest.
“Okay.” Her chest heaved, hunger burning in her eyes before she could bury it from view. “I think we’re good.”
He wiped his chin with a nod. “That was better than good.”
“I mean we’re ready for the mission.” She tugged her sweatshirt down. “We’d definitely pass for a married couple.”
“Wait…” He shook his head. “This was…”
“Good practice.” She peered over the side at the ratlines. “I should probably get back to bed.”
“Are you shitting me?” Had she really been playing him all along? No. He was a fucking pirate, not some shill. She’d kissed him back. Hadn’t she? He crossed his arms. “Yer not that good of an actress.”
She raised a brow. “You don’t seriously think I wanted to kiss you…do you?”
He sized her up from head to toe before meeting her gaze. “Your lips are saying one thing, but your body wasn’t lying.”
She came closer, lifting her chin. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“Fair enough.” He looked into her eyes, so many mysteries hidden there. “I’m many things, but an actor isn’t one. What you see is what you get.” His gaze wandered to her lips and back up. He wanted to kiss her again so damned bad. Only his pride held him back. If he ever tasted her lips again, it would be real. “I’ll go to the meeting with you and tell them my name is Greg, but I won’t kiss you again until you ask me to.” He caught her chin, holding her attention on his face. “You, Aura Henderson, not some undercover backstory.”
She caught his wrist and removed his hand from her skin. “I’m only interested in returning the Tyrfing to the Department 13 vault. That’s it.”
He put his hands up in mock surrender. “Forgive me. I thought you had a heart hidden under that icy armor you wear. My mistake.”
Without revealing too much, what is your favorite scene in the book?
I loved every minute of writing this book so choosing a favorite scene is tough! Because the series takes place today, the Sea Dog crew has never used the cannons in any of the books until this one… I had so much fun with it!
“I’d be willing to give you a tour.”
She should say no. She still needed to place the final webcam, but she was curious. And it would be good to see where he was planning on storing the case that they would use for the Tyrfing when they found it. “I’d love a tour.”
His smile had her heart racing. Boundaries were going to be tough with him around, but she relaxed a little. He didn’t seem to suspect she was planting cameras on the ship.
She followed him out, allowing herself to admire the way his jeans conformed to his muscular ass. Nothing wrong with temptation as long as she didn’t cross that line again.
He led her down another set of stairs and gestured to the long rows of iron giants. Standing next to the cannon line was like stepping back in history. Her jaw dropped as she quickly counted them. “You have sixty-four real cannons.”
He nodded slowly getting out of her way so she could touch them. She dragged her fingertips along the cold iron, imagining the roar as the cannon balls fired, followed by the rumble of the iron giants rolling backwards with the recoil.
She lifted her gaze. “Do you still fire them? Where do you repack?”
His eyes shone in the dim light. “Follow me.”
He tapped the end of each cannon as they passed by until they reached the ammunitions door at the stern.
He flipped the latch and stepped aside to allow her to enter.
Cannon balls filled the racks like small bowling balls, packing wands hung from the wall with a box of fabric squares beneath, and bags of gunpowder sat in the corner.
She turned around, her pulse already racing. “Can we fire one?”
His mouth twitched, curving into a sexy lopsided smile. “Only one?”
She grinned and wished she hadn’t noticed the passion flickering in his bright hazel eyes. Heat smoldered low in her belly like it had the night before, and the yearning to lose herself in his arms swelled. She blinked, her fingertips brushing over the bulge in her pocket. The mini webcam was her tether to reality.
“Is it safe to fire them?”
He chuckled. “If we can’t see our target, then it’s out of range for the cannons. We’d have to be within two hundred yards of another ship to hit it.” He took a gold coin from his pocket, maneuvering it between his fingers in a smooth rhythm. Like a magician, only it didn’t disappear into thin air. Back and forth across his nimble fingers. She imagined those nimble fingers on her body, sliding down her skin, between her thighs…
She sucked in a breath, louder than she intended. “I’d love to fire them if it won’t slow us down.”
His gaze lowered to her lips and back up, as if he could see the traitorous thoughts running through her head. “Let me clear it with Colton.”
He slipped past her in the narrow doorway, so close, his body heat seared her skin right through her shirt, her nipples tightening, aching. His scent filled her lungs, clean and masculine, with a touch of sea air and gunpowder.
Just outside the door, he stopped, his fingers almost brushing hers. “Don’t go anywhere.”
She nodded, not trusting her voice. A breathy whisper would betray her.
He wove the coin across his fingers one more time before stuffing it back into his pocket. Half of her ached for him to close the small distance between them, and the other, rational half, begged her to run.
Finally, he walked away, and she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
She settled against the doorframe with wobbly knees as she stared up at the ceiling, struggling to get a grip on the tidal wave of desire washing through her bloodstream.
This was a mission, not a date. Americans would be in danger if the Tyrfing fell into enemy hands. Her job in Washington, DC was her life. Greyson and his pirate crew were a fantasy, an undercover backstory, nothing more.
But her body warred against her rationalizations. This attraction was real. She wished she was acting. She sighed, puffing her hair out of her face as she shook out her arms, hoping to cool off. She had a job to do.
She crossed to the other end of the cannons and took out her webcam. After turning on the feed, she reached up to balance it on top of the elaborate door frame housing the brass cannon balls.
Everything on this ship was recreated to match the original Sea Dog from the 1700s, right down to the ornate moldings and glass panes in the windows. They’d upgraded the technology, but hadn’t sacrificed the historical design. But was it historical to these men, who’d had sailed on the Sea Dog in 1795?
She stepped back, trying to determine if the angle would work. It had to. She wouldn’t get another chance to adjust it. Greyson was already striding toward her.
And her body was responding. Shit. The way he looked at her as he came closer, like she was the only thing in this world that he needed, had her breath coming in small sips. She pressed her lips together, denying the desire he was stoking without even trying.
“We’re clear.” He moved past her again, and the ship pitched with a wave, tossing her against him. His arms encircled her instinctively, steadying her. His gaze wandered over her face, his voice a gravelly whisper, “Wish I hadn’t promised not to kiss you. Just know, if I hadn’t given you my word, I’d have your hands pinned over your head right now while I plundered your beautiful mouth.”
Her heart raced as her lips parted. Before she could reply, he was gone, as if temptation had never sizzled between them. Her fingers twitched at her side, yearning to touch him. She cleared her throat and forced her feet to move.
This wasn’t real. He knew that. This was a game.
And she played to win.
If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would be absolutely crucial to include?
Definitely would have to have the stunts on the ratlines of the Spanish galleon ship!
She was still twenty feet up. He kept his eye on her feet as the wind kicked up, filling the sails. The mast creaked and the ship tipped eastward with the gust. The lines twisted and her leg slipped through.
She gasped, clinging to the ropes. “I’m stuck!” she shouted.
Greyson called up, “Pull your foot free and let go. I’ll catch you.”
“I’m too high.”
He shook his head at her and moved closer, readying himself if she lost her grip. “No, yer not. Untangle your leg.”
“Bring me a knife.”
He rolled his eyes and took two running steps before launching himself up into the air, grabbing the lines. He was already on his way to her as he grumbled. “Not going to let you cut our rat lines.”
Within a couple of minutes, he was beside her. He reached for her foot, but she kicked him away. “Don’t. You’ll make me fall.”
“No one is falling. Let me help you.” He stretched, reaching for her foot again.
“Leave me alone!” she commanded.
“Happy to, once you’re on the deck.” He grabbed for her foot and she shoved him, releasing the line with one hand. Another gust of wind hit the sail, twisting the lines tighter. Her other hand came loose, her eyes widened.
Fuck. He wound the ropes around his leg as he had countless times during storms, and released the lines with his hands, catching her wrists before she fell. The force of her weight pulled him down, but the line held, the rope biting into his leg. He hung from the lines, upside down while keeping her right side up.
She looked up at him, a flicker of panic in her eyes. “We’re going to fall.”
He shook his head. “Not tonight.”
Below her, Colton raced up the lines toward Aura. The quartermaster came up on her other side, untangled her leg, and placed her foot back in a rung.
Greyson looked into her eyes, his voice even and measured. “Now grab the line. One hand at a time.”
“Don’t let go.” She looked up at him, at his hands tight around her wrists. “I can’t move.”
Greyson couldn’t either until she did. He narrowed his eyes. “Just one hand. I’ve got the other one. “You’re safe. You can do this.”
Another gust hit the sail. She gasped, closing her eyes.
Greyson tightened his grip on her wrists as the lines groaned with the strain. Fuck. A storm was brewing, and he couldn’t hold her much longer. Gravity and the winds would win this battle.
“Look at me,” he commanded. She opened her eyes, her gaze peering directly into his soul. He swallowed, struggling to find his voice. “We’ll do this together, but I need you to hang on.”
He guided her hand to the rope. Her fingers stretched, reaching for the rough line.
“That’s it,” he said as she gripped the tether. “Almost there.” He moved her other hand. Her breath hitched, but she latched onto the lines. “Good.” He released her other wrist, watching her for a moment. “Hold tight.”
She nodded and he clenched his abs, pulling his torso up to where the ropes bit into his calf. He untangled his leg and slid his feet down into the rungs. His muscles ached as he made his way down to her.
Colton shouted over to him. “I’m going down to spot you.”
Greyson grunted, keeping all his attention on Aura. Her eyes were shut tight again, her knuckles white around the ropes. He stopped next to her. “We have two choices. I can move onto your line and you hold on to me while I climb us down, or…”
She opened her eyes, turning to look at him. “Or?”
“Or you move with me and we go down, side by side.”
She pressed her lips together and finally said, “Side by side.”
Her face was pale, and her hands trembled, but her determination was plain in her eyes. Gods she was strong. Gradually, she forced her body to respond. He made pointed moves, keeping her moving one rung at a time.
Colton reached up and caught her waist, helping her down onto the deck.
Greyson’s boots thumped beside her as he landed and turned her way. “Are you all right?”
She pushed her hair back from her face. “I’m sorry about that.”
Greyson shook his head. “My fault. I shouldn’t have let you make the climb alone with the wind.”
Colton raised a brow as he looked over at Greyson. “You two are lucky I was still awake, or you’d still be upside down up there.” He glanced at Aura. “Are you injured?”
She wiped her nose, shaking her head. “My pride is a little bruised. Otherwise I’m fine.”
“Good.” Colton checked his phone. “I’m heading to my cabin. Keegan’s taking over the wheel.”
“Night, mate.” Greyson waited for Colton to get to the captain’s quarters before turning to Aura.
“I’m sorry if I took things too far up there.”
“You didn’t. I got carried away, too.” She wrapped her arms around her middle and lifted her eyes his face. “I need this mission to go well. If I don’t bring the Tyrfing back, it could put our national security at risk, and…” She broke eye contact, staring at the dark horizon. “I could lose my job. It’s all I have.”
His brain told him to run, but seeing the pain lining her face, his fucking heart couldn’t turn away. He reached for her hand, unsure if she’d yank it away or slap him with it.
She didn’t do either.
He waited for her to look his way. When she finally did, he whispered, “I’m making you a promise. You’ll have that sword.”
Moonlight danced in her eyes, the only sign of the tears building there. “Don’t make me empty promises.” She pulled her hand free of his. “I never should have accepted this assignment. You’re a pirate. I can’t trust you any farther than I can throw you.”
“I just saved your ass up there, and now you’re questioning whether you can trust me?” He was half tempted to toss her overboard.
“Oh please. My ass is all you want.” Her gaze snapped back to his face. “I’m just another trinket for you to collect. You don’t give a shit if I keep my job.”
“You seem to think you know who I am.” He narrowed his eyes. “You dub me a pirate and that’s all you see. Well, fuck you.” He shook his head. “My word is all that matters. I’ve given you a promise when I should have told you to piss off.” He started to walk away and stopped, spinning around to face her. Again, he wondered why he gave a shit what she thought of him, but there was no stopping the words falling from his mouth. “I’m still going to follow through. You’ll have your damned sword.”
“I hope so.” She studied him again, her tone softening slightly. “I made the mistake of trusting someone I shouldn’t have before and it cost me everything. I won’t make that mistake again.”
And there was the key to his demise. He should walk away, hell, he should run. He shouldn’t want to earn her trust or her… He stifled the thought.
Once they got to Scotland, her assessment of him would be proven correct because he wasn’t just any pirate.
It was his family legacy.
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Excerpt from Pirate’s Promise:
Greyson followed the scent of hushpuppies and jambalaya into the mess hall and grinned. “Smells like heaven.”
“Yer just in time to help me serve!” One-eyed Bob looked up with a grin, flashing his pearly white veneers. No more gold-capped teeth for the old pirate.
Because Bob was in his sixties when he’d first sipped from the holy grail, he usually had to disappear sooner than the rest of them. Once people started noticing they weren’t visibly aging, they’d fake their deaths and leave their assets to their next of kin, who happened to bear a striking resemblance.
Each new “lifetime”, Bob tried something new with his missing eye. He’d been sporting a custom glass eye this time, but for this trip, he’d swapped it out for the nostalgia of his weathered leather eye patch.
Greyson was less creative. Sometimes he cut off his long hair, or grew a beard, but he always ended up gravitating back toward his long braids and kept his facial hair short. He struggled with reinventing himself. He’d been a survivor, and he was proud of it. He didn’t want to hide his identity or try on a new one.
He picked up the large pot of jambalaya and followed Bob to the long wooden table. The paper plates, napkins, and plastic utensils were already at one end.
Bob pointed to the center of the table. “We’ll put the grub in the middle, and everyone can help themselves.”
Greyson set the jambalaya down beside the heaping platter of hushpuppies, stealing one and popping it into his mouth before One-eyed Bob noticed it was missing.
“I can get the rest. Will you let the crew know the food is ready?” He paused and glanced over his shoulder. “You might have to find the lass from Department 13 and bring her to the mess hall. I don’t believe she’s had a tour of the whole ship yet.”
“She’ll chew yer arse if she heard you call her a lass.” The corner of Greyson’s mouth twitched at the memory of the fire in her eyes. “Agent Henderson is all business.”
“Don’t see her becoming future crew?” Bob grinned.
“No.” Greyson paused and raised a brow. “What are you cookin’ up in yer head there, ye old salt?”
Bob shrugged looking like an angel who’d traded in his halo for devil horns. “Yer going to be working closely with her. Ye both fancy weapons…” His voice trailed off as he focused on placing serving utensils in the platters and bowls.
“Yeah, well, we’ll be lucky if we don’t kill each other.” Greyson walked to the door and paused. “I want to hold the Tyrfing, to feel the weight of it in my hands. I’ll suffer through her company if that’s what it takes. Don’t be filling yer head with romantic ideas.” He lifted his arm, staring at the tattoo on his forearm. “My heart belongs to the sword.”
“A sword has no heart to give in return.” Bob said as he disappeared into the kitchen.
Greyson chuckled to himself. “Neither does Agent Henderson.” He walked out to the center of the deck and shouted, “Food’s in the mess hall!”
Colton helped Keegan, the ship’s pilot and resident rock star, tie off the wheel, then clasped Greyson’s shoulder as he passed. “Thanks, mate.”
Greyson nodded, making his way down the deck toward the stern.
When he reached the back of the ship, it was deserted, save one lone government agent dressed in black from head to toe. Her black hair was tied back in a ponytail. The wind whipped it around her face as she stared out at the sea. For a moment, he didn’t make a sound, just took in the way she studied the ocean.
There was something about this woman. She was strong, and from what he’d seen, fearless. She infiltrated a witch’s coven, and now Agent Bale had sent her alone on a mission to Scotland to retrieve a mythical weapon capable of mass destruction.
Her clothes clung to her slender figure, and his gaze wandered down her toned body. A warrior’s body. He caught himself wondering what had led her to work for a top-secret government agency.
It was none of his business, but after more than two centuries walking this earth, it was rare for him to discover a person he couldn’t figure out within a few minutes.
In one fluid movement, she spun around, her gun drawn and aimed right between his eyes. He raised his hands with a smirk. “Just came to show you to the mess hall.”
She cursed under her breath. “Sneak up on me again, and you might find a bullet in your head.”
He lowered his hands. “Guns won’t do you much good on this ship. Bullets hurt like hell, but they won’t kill us.”
“Most of you.” She holstered her gun. “According to our records, Colton decided not to take another drink from the Holy Grail, and I heard you telling Drake you’re looking out for him. Is he mortal now, too?”
Damn. Nothing escaped this woman. “Depends on who wants to know. You? Or all of Department 13?”
“My loyalty is to my department.” She met his gaze.
“And mine is to my crew, so if you want to know about Drake, you’ll have to ask him yourself.” He crossed his arms. “I don’t trust your ‘department’. We’re convenient when you need us, but it’s never been a two-way street.”
“Please.” She rolled her eyes as she walked past him. “You’re a pirate. Loyalty isn’t what you’re known for.”
He caught her arm as she passed by, tugging her a little closer. “What exactly do you think we’re known for?”
Her dark brown eyes searched his, unfazed by his glare. “You take things that don’t belong to you. You lie and cheat and steal.”
There was some truth to her words, but hearing her spit them out to his face pissed him off. It shouldn’t have gotten under his skin. But it did. He tightened his grip on her elbow as the wind gusted, intoxicating him with her scent, like leather, cloves, and cinnamon.
He ground his teeth. “You came here for my help to steal something. You’re going to sit beside me, hold my hand, and lie that you’re my wife. You’re no different than I am. We’ll both do whatever it takes to get that sword, so you can shove that judgmental attitude up your arse. We’re more alike than you think.”
He released her and stormed toward the mess hall without looking back.
What was it about her that lit the short fuse on his rage? He didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought of him. But hearing the disgust in her voice…pissed him off. Because it hurt coming from her, or because it was true?
He rubbed his forehead, wishing he could push the thoughts aside. It probably had nothing to do with her. He was heading back to Glasgow Harbor, back to the past.
Back to the gallows.
Funny thing about eternity. It meant he was never free of the past. He never died, so he never forgot.
He reached up to his neck, his fingers searching for the raw places where the rope had cut into his tender flesh.
He dropped his hand to his side and walked into the mess hall, grateful for the boisterous crew inside. This was his family. He wasn’t judged, he was accepted.
They were enough. They were all that mattered.
He sat at the table next to Caleb, their navigator. “Aye, mate.”
Caleb closed his book and lifted his head. “Hey, Greyson. Where’s…”
Before he could finish his question, Agent Henderson filled the doorway.
Her eyes locked on Greyson, and his ancient heart hammered. She was deadly and beautiful. He waited for her to approach him, but she took a spot at the other end of the table, beside Harmony and John.
He shouldn’t be disappointed. Maybe he was just itching for a fight.
He glanced over at One-Eyed Bob. The old salt might have planted some unwanted thoughts into his head. Drake had once accused their cook of playing matchmaker, but now Greyson wondered if Drake might be on to something.
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Greyson Till never found a weapon he didn’t like. As the immortal Master Gunner of a pirate ship, he’s grown his collection for over two hundred years. So when a legendary cursed blade that can cut through any material goes missing from the government’s paranormal artifact vault, he’s eager to retrieve it. Working with the secret division Department 13 has always come with its set of challenges, but this one is the worst yet.
Along with the mission comes fiery, no-nonsense paranormal weapons expert Aura Henderson, who couldn’t be less thrilled about this pairing. The last time they saw each other, Greyson accidentally blew her cover, almost killing them both. Worst of all, to get the sword, she has to pose as Greyson’s wife. The last thing she needs is to get involved with a sexy grumbly pirate, whether in reality or just pretend.
When they locate the relic, the gilded blade thirsts for blood and things aren’t what they seem. Greyson isn’t sure who to trust anymore, and he’s not about to let death come between them…
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Meet the Author:
Lisa Kessler is a Best Selling author of passionate, page-turning paranormal fiction. She’s a two-time San Diego Book Award winner for Best Published Fantasy-Sci-fi-Horror and Best Published Romance. Her books have also won the PRISM award, the Award of Excellence, the National Excellence in Romantic Fiction Award, the Award of Merit from the Holt Medallion, and an International Digital Award for Best Paranormal.
Her short stories have been published in print anthologies and magazines, and her vampire story, Immortal Beloved, was a finalist for a Bram Stoker award.