I found my Queen, but I'm no King.
Ivy Johnson is my complete opposite; kind and innocent with a white picket fence lifestyle.
Yet somehow when we’re together, she makes me whole. Her cheeky grin and contagious laughter, a balm to the way I viewed life. She brought color to my lifeless world.
We had it all, a beautiful and carefree beginning. Something amazing was building between us, something real.
But one fucked-up accident ruined it all. Then the world started fighting against us. Pursuing me and my family at every turn. Not even my past was off-limits.
We held strong, like a hundred-year-old tree staring down a hurricane. Until…Ivy ruined it all.
The pain in her eyes. The tears which spilled.
I despised Ivy more than I hated my memories.
The fear evident in her eyes, the knowledge I’d given up fighting for us.
Hate sprung from love, an endless supply of fire, both created from my heart.
All my nightmares and fears had scorched me from the inside out.
I promised myself, my heart would heal and learn to beat without her.
I never wanted it to end this way. My dream was to look back one day and say I loved her right. Instead, I’ll be the reason she loses the only family she has left. And nothing will stop me as I choke on memories of the past and stay trapped in the recess of my mind, spiraling out of control.
Blinded by my weaknesses, fate raises her ugly head and proves nothing is guaranteed in this world, not even the life of the ones we love.
“I had trusted him. I had loved him…”
Dom was the mysterious bad boy all my brothers warned me to stay away from. Even so, when I looked into his eyes, I saw someone I had to know. A man, who with a single touch, sparked a desire deep inside me.
I was wrong to trust. Mistaken to hope.
And on the run…
Dom Haynes, a man determined to protect that which he ruined. He thinks he can save us…he can’t. I’d given Dom my heart, and I don’t want it back, for fear of feeling, it’s broken insides.
I’m Della King, little sister to the infamous Portland Street Kings. However, I’m not the same woman I used to be. Nightmares I thought I'd controlled we’re once again taking hold.
Doms intentions are clear. He wants a second chance. Hate him or love him, he isn’t going anywhere.
He’ll ride with me.
Fight with me.
Mackson King’s past is a dark, horror-filled chasm that could swallow the toughest, most dangerous men. A member of the notorious Portland Street Kings, he’s impossible to intimidate—but he can be hurt. He learned that the hard way, thanks to her. Lana. The one woman capable of easing his nightmares, of soothing his demons, was the very woman who shredded his heart. She took away his torments, only to become one of them.
Born into a family who lost their way long before she arrived, Lana Scavello has carefully enforced a steely interior that shields her heart from harm. But that doesn’t mean she can’t cry, and she’s spared Mackson King more tears than he ever deserved. Finding Lana at her most vulnerable, saving her when she felt the most invisible, he burrowed beneath her defenses to carve his own personal door to her soul. Only to decimate it, along with everything she’d ever known.
Now, years later, fate has thrown the couple together once more. Pain, heartbreak and betrayal will explode to the surface, leaving both of them raw, aching, exposed. And that’s when their true love story begins…
YOU LOVED ME AT MY DARKEST -- Blood is thicker than water…
Having endured more than their share of tragedy, sisters Lily and Sasha embark on a dream holiday—only to find themselves in hell. Kidnapped by a rich madman, Sasha is sold into slavery, while Lily is forced to join The Collection, a unique bevy of exotic beauties enduring frequent horrors at the hands of elite bidders. However, no amount of pain and suffering will break Lily, who will stop at nothing to save her younger sister. Possibly with help from an unlikely ally.
Love is stronger than loyalty…
Attempting to prove his allegiance to his employer, Jake is tasked with guarding the unruly and uncontrollable Lily. He can’t afford to help her in her quest to free Sasha—not if he hopes to fulfill his own agenda. But in their dark, gritty, tension-filled world, solace is taken wherever it’s found. Bonds are formed and hearts engage despite Jake’s resistance and both their attempts at self-preservation.
When certain secrets come to light, the resulting explosion has breathtakingly bittersweet consequences that, by the end, may not leave everyone whole…or alive.
YOU LOVED ME AT MY WEAKEST -- A woman forever scarred…
Emily was a captive in The Collection for five long years, enduring torment and anguish the likes of which no soul should have to bear. Now rescued, she’s struggling to put the past behind her, to assimilate in a world where most will never know the evil often lingering beneath the superficial façade. Worse, she burns to avenge herself against the man who subjugated her again and again during her confinement—a man bent on getting her back.
A man forever devoted…
Kayne has wanted Emily for what seems a lifetime. Before they were ripped apart, theirs was an epic love, one Kayne knows is worth saving, rebuilding. Alongside her brother, Kayne searched for Emmy for years, and no amount of insistence on her part will push him away now that he’s found her. Tender patience will help her heal—if her vendetta doesn’t get her killed first.
Satisfaction reaped from revenge is fleeting, but personal demons linger. Will Emily fight them? Or allow her flaws to overshadow her strengths, denying herself that which Kayne desperately wants to give?
YOU LOVED ME AT MY UGLIEST -- She’s no stranger to love and loss…
By age eighteen, Alexa Kingsley had lost everyone. Only Joey, the lonely boy next door, remained. He’d clung to Alexa like a lifeline through years of abuse at the hands of his father, and she vowed to protect him as best she could. Alexa thought Joey was the one person who’d always be there—until the day he left her as well. Finally forced to go it alone, Alexa finds this latest loss may hurt worst of all.
He’s no stranger to lack of love…
Joseph O’Connor was every bit the villain his father trained him to be, his young heart twisted into something ugly, corrupted. But his father underestimated the girl next door, miscalculated the impact Lexi would have on Joey’s life, the spark she ignited that eventually, despite all odds, grew to an inferno of hope. To reclaim her, Joey must first become a man Lexi can be proud of…the kind of man she deserves.
Amidst a shadowy world of guns and drugs, will Joey’s ultimate sacrifice—a declaration of love from a man who was never shown any at all—be enough to finally set him free?
When I was fourteen years old, I killed for the first time. That day I learned cruelty wasn’t only within the walls we had just escaped.
It hasn’t been easy growing up in the middle of a war. A struggle to find shelter. Fighting to protect our bodies against the corruption of the streets. Nobody cared about the street kids who had to beg and steal to eat.
Now we are the Portland Street Kings – A family forged through loyalty not blood. To get through this life of broken dreams alive, we’ve become hard, uncaring and merciless. We do what must be done to keep our family safe, we will harm those who stand against us.
We have it all, feared and respected by those on the streets. Then she collided into my world, and with her came demons from my past, back to haunt us all.
Yes, I can. Here’s a snippet from my current WIP, Pursue. This is raw and unedited.
“Both of you stop it.” Ivy snaps and lowers her crutch.
I decide to step back. Speaking to Ivy about us is more important than this pissing contest when I know I’ve already got the girl.
“We need to talk, Red. Let me take you home.” I manage to keep my voice calm when what I want to do is scoop her up and carry her out of here.
“What are you even doing here, Kelso? Two weeks too late, don’t you think?”
Pissed, because Ivy has never used an emotionless tone with me, I stand with my feet apart and cross my arms over my chest, defiance down to my core. “I’ve got a better question. Ask your friend, why he’s refused me entry into the hospital, every day, for the past two weeks? Why I’ve been tackled by four other officers and forced outside when I tried to get past him?”
Ivy’s eyes widen and her mouth falls open. She swings her gaze to Parks, her chest visibly rising and falling hard. Her gaze then bounces around the hospital corridor as her mouth closes, her lips thin until they disappear and her jaw hardens. She’s pissed.
Do you have a specific writing style?
I do, yes. I prefer to tell a story through my characters emotions. I love describing feelings through body language, expressions, and movement. I’d much rather my character sees her hero’s eyes slide to the side and his shoulders sag rather than him just simply telling her he’s sad.
Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?
Definitely, from reading, I devoured books one after the other. Then one day a story popped into my head, well really a woman. Lily. I saw her story and her struggles and I wanted to write it. Now, after writing six books and plotting out over 15 I understand that those stories running through my head before sleep every night, are stories that I’ll one day write. Beforehand I thought I was just dramatic and nuts. LOL!!!
Who designed the covers?
The lovely and very talented Letitia from Romantic Book Affairs created my Portland Street Kings covers. And Louisa from LM Creations created the amazing covers for my You Loved Me series.
What books have most influenced your life most?
This is a hard question to answer. Every book I’ve read has changed me in some way. Goosebumps gave me my love of reading. Twilight gave me my love of reading romance. Fifty Shades gave me my love of reading alpha men. Thoughtless gave me my love of reading angsty real life love stories. When It Rains gave me my love of lost love stories. Golden Dynasty gave me my love of different cultural love stories. So many stories have given me something. Overall, books have opened my eyes and my mind. I’m conscious of never judging others because I know what you see on the outside isn’t necessarily what’s on the inside. Reading has given me the opportunity to live over and over again. I couldn’t choose which gave me the best gift. I treasure each lesson and gift from every book I read.
If any of your books was made into a film who would you like to play the lead?
I’d be over the moon if You Loved Me At My Darkest was made into a film and I’d love Tyler Hoechlin to play Jake and Emma Watson to play Lily.
Do you have a blog/website?
Yes, I do! My website is firstname.lastname@example.org