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December 14, 2023
Conversations With Characters #20
Him: You want between thanksgiving and Christmas off?
Me: Like a normal, non-writer human, you imaginary person.
Him: <> That’s FOUR WEEKS?!
Me: All I’m asking is that you keep your whispers to a minimum.
Him: <> You cannot expect me to stay silent when brilliance arises which is—
Me: Don’t say every day because… << gestures wildly at laptop screen>> …what in the ever loving was THIS yesterday?
Him: So it needs a little editing.
Me: It needs a blow torch. You can start gushing on January 2.
Him: December 26.
Me: January 1.
Him: Menage.
Me: Don’t be so one note, Mr. Always Begging for a Menage.
Him: One woman, brilliant astrophysicist, hides the hot bod due to workplace harassment who also is a secret heiress to Russian mob family that’s she’s running from.
Me: Veterinarian who does pro bono work for all rescues and meets a guy who runs a dog rescue farm that is being threatened to be closed down by her old high school boyfriend who is still in love her but is now into real estate and the farm is a prime location.
Him: I refuse to be this a$$hole boyfriend in this story.
Me: You can be the dog rescue hero if you stay silent until January 1.
Him: December 26.
Me:: Deal. Just what I wanted.
Him: You know since I’m imaginary, this deal is imaginary right?
Me: Don’t you dare start talking now.
Him: About this farm. Add horses and cats. And, oooo, my aging mother lives with me and she’s an ex-cop. And oh, oh! The sleazy uncle is on the real estate deal because he‘s still miffed my mom chose his brother as my father and the wife of the real estate a-hole tries to seduce me because naturally I’m irresistible and--
Me: Should have never opened my mouth.
Me: Like a normal, non-writer human, you imaginary person.
Him: <> That’s FOUR WEEKS?!
Me: All I’m asking is that you keep your whispers to a minimum.
Him: <> You cannot expect me to stay silent when brilliance arises which is—
Me: Don’t say every day because… << gestures wildly at laptop screen>> …what in the ever loving was THIS yesterday?
Him: So it needs a little editing.
Me: It needs a blow torch. You can start gushing on January 2.
Him: December 26.
Me: January 1.
Him: Menage.
Me: Don’t be so one note, Mr. Always Begging for a Menage.
Him: One woman, brilliant astrophysicist, hides the hot bod due to workplace harassment who also is a secret heiress to Russian mob family that’s she’s running from.
Me: Veterinarian who does pro bono work for all rescues and meets a guy who runs a dog rescue farm that is being threatened to be closed down by her old high school boyfriend who is still in love her but is now into real estate and the farm is a prime location.
Him: I refuse to be this a$$hole boyfriend in this story.
Me: You can be the dog rescue hero if you stay silent until January 1.
Him: December 26.
Me:: Deal. Just what I wanted.
Him: You know since I’m imaginary, this deal is imaginary right?
Me: Don’t you dare start talking now.
Him: About this farm. Add horses and cats. And, oooo, my aging mother lives with me and she’s an ex-cop. And oh, oh! The sleazy uncle is on the real estate deal because he‘s still miffed my mom chose his brother as my father and the wife of the real estate a-hole tries to seduce me because naturally I’m irresistible and--
Me: Should have never opened my mouth.
November 17, 2023
Excerpt ~ For You, Anything, a billionaire romcom
How about an excerpt of For You, Anything, a billionaire, steamy romcom?
The second Knox opened his car door, she sent a little gratitude prayer out. More than a little. More like thank you to all the spirits, ancestors and gods and goddesses listening and maybe helped push things forward.
It’d been pure torture to kiss Knox, hold his hand, be so close to scent his aftershave yet have it go no further. He smelled like expensive wool and rich coffee. And the storms in his eyes were really more several shades of gray and blue mixed together that shifted and changed depending on the light.
Then there were the dreams. Hanging on to Knox, underneath Knox, head banging into the headboard because of Knox.
Now Mr. I Don’t Date was coming up to her apartment. It wasn't for pancakes.
As she climbed the one flight of stairs up to their apartment, he followed. “I have wine if you’d like some. And champagne. Not Louis Roederer but still good.”
“Whatever you’d like, Rayen,” he said softly, his footfalls pounding the stair reminding her of his size.
“And if you’re hungry, I can make you anything. Pancakes. Burger. Whatever.” God, she was rambling.
They got to the stop of the stairs. He pressed his body to her back. “I meant it, Rayen. It’s whatever you want.”
Now she understood why so many women threw themselves at him.
Preorder here: https://books2read.com/ForYouAnything
See on Goodreads here:
For You, Anything
The second Knox opened his car door, she sent a little gratitude prayer out. More than a little. More like thank you to all the spirits, ancestors and gods and goddesses listening and maybe helped push things forward.
It’d been pure torture to kiss Knox, hold his hand, be so close to scent his aftershave yet have it go no further. He smelled like expensive wool and rich coffee. And the storms in his eyes were really more several shades of gray and blue mixed together that shifted and changed depending on the light.
Then there were the dreams. Hanging on to Knox, underneath Knox, head banging into the headboard because of Knox.
Now Mr. I Don’t Date was coming up to her apartment. It wasn't for pancakes.
As she climbed the one flight of stairs up to their apartment, he followed. “I have wine if you’d like some. And champagne. Not Louis Roederer but still good.”
“Whatever you’d like, Rayen,” he said softly, his footfalls pounding the stair reminding her of his size.
“And if you’re hungry, I can make you anything. Pancakes. Burger. Whatever.” God, she was rambling.
They got to the stop of the stairs. He pressed his body to her back. “I meant it, Rayen. It’s whatever you want.”
Now she understood why so many women threw themselves at him.
Preorder here: https://books2read.com/ForYouAnything
See on Goodreads here:
For You, Anything
November 10, 2023
For You, Anything Cover Reveal!
For You, Anything is now up for pre-order! This steamy romcom was so much fun to play with--mostly because a playboy billionaire gets "one-upped." It's one of my favorite things to write.
About For You, Anything:
Rayen came to Washington, D.C. to do great things. Not fall for a womanizing billionaire real estate developer. Oops.
A steamy romcom with opposites attract, one-upping the billionaire, fish out of water, family rift, and consuming-passion-overtaking-logic vibes.
Link:
For You, Anything
October 27, 2023
Conversations With Characters #19
Him 1: You see, I'm in the hospital and she comes to see me--
Him 2: Pfft. My motorcycle ran out of gas, right in front of her house where her boyfriend is knocking he around so--
Him 3: In my story--
Him 4: We know, we know. You're a modern-day pirate. Shut up already about that. I'm an international jewel thief she's charged with--
Him 5: Bo-ring. And cliched, if you ask me.
Him 6: No one asked you. I'm the surgeon who saves her on the brink of death.
Me: One at a time!
Him 2: Like that has ever worked.
Me: I would like it to, okay?
Him 6: No.
Him 4: I agree.
Him 1: I might die soon--
Him 2: And her boyfriend's not gonna stop so I have to intervene now.
Him 6: I'll take care of her.
Him 5: Are you seriously going to trust him with her, motorcycle man? I mean, surgeon.
Me: <> Finley, let's go for a walk.
Him 1: That would be good for my PT. I'll go with.
Him 2: Then I can tell you what I do to her boyfriend.
Him 3: The woods are good for chatting.
Him 4: And a good place for a jewel thief to hide. No one ever thinks of that.
Him 5: I go first on this walk since you all rudely interrupted me.
Him 6: Just know if any one of you falls, I'm not saving your butts.
Me: All of you stay here so I can think.
All the Hims: We'll help you think.
And THIS is why it takes me so long to focus on one story.
It's not my fault.
Really.
Him 2: Pfft. My motorcycle ran out of gas, right in front of her house where her boyfriend is knocking he around so--
Him 3: In my story--
Him 4: We know, we know. You're a modern-day pirate. Shut up already about that. I'm an international jewel thief she's charged with--
Him 5: Bo-ring. And cliched, if you ask me.
Him 6: No one asked you. I'm the surgeon who saves her on the brink of death.
Me: One at a time!
Him 2: Like that has ever worked.
Me: I would like it to, okay?
Him 6: No.
Him 4: I agree.
Him 1: I might die soon--
Him 2: And her boyfriend's not gonna stop so I have to intervene now.
Him 6: I'll take care of her.
Him 5: Are you seriously going to trust him with her, motorcycle man? I mean, surgeon.
Me: <> Finley, let's go for a walk.
Him 1: That would be good for my PT. I'll go with.
Him 2: Then I can tell you what I do to her boyfriend.
Him 3: The woods are good for chatting.
Him 4: And a good place for a jewel thief to hide. No one ever thinks of that.
Him 5: I go first on this walk since you all rudely interrupted me.
Him 6: Just know if any one of you falls, I'm not saving your butts.
Me: All of you stay here so I can think.
All the Hims: We'll help you think.
And THIS is why it takes me so long to focus on one story.
It's not my fault.
Really.
October 22, 2023
Finally, His Excerpt
I'm not gonna lie. It was so hard to find an excerpt where the Internet gods might not banish me forever.
Finally, His
Excerpt
His strides ate up the expensive Oriental carpeting. When he was a mere twelve inches from her, her neck craned to look up into his face. Now, so close to his glittering eyes, every nerve in her body lit up like the sun. Her heart thundered against her ribs, and her teeth grabbed her bottom lip—probably more to have something to do rather than chatter.
“Hello.” His voice matched his eyes—deep and assured.
With a small wink, Charlotte scooted away, and the room constricted, narrowing down to him as if all the people around them had been pushed away by invisible hands.
“Hi. I’m …” Why was she having such trouble forming words? As a foreign language translator, she was usually much quicker with them—in four languages.
“Colette. Yes, I know.”
Of course, he knew. Everyone in the room likely had a dossier on her already—something with big letters that said, “Look, but don’t touch.”
Alexander’s club application was akin to filling out a college application—and one that only allowed her entry to tonight’s introduction party. Nothing beyond. Apparently, to join the club officially, one must have a background check worthy of the CIA.
The masked man held out a hand, which she took.
Warm flesh engulfed her hand. “Enjoying yourself?”
She nodded. Enjoying wasn’t the word she’d use, but it’d do.
“Anything in particular catch your eye?” His hand kept possession of hers.
Okay, small talk was underrated anyway. “I’m not sure yet. But nothing I’ve seen has me running for the hills—yet.” She tried to sound light, flirty. Instead, her voice came out thin and little more than a squeak.
“I’m glad to hear it.” He studied her face. “You look beautiful tonight, Colette. But then, you always did.” He flipped her hand over and pressed a small card into her palm. “Think about it.”
He then released his handhold and strode away.
Wait a minute. Always did? She glanced down at the little card he’d given her. It read: Griffin Miles Storm.
Her brain froze along with every part of her body. He couldn’t be.
On the back, he’d written a note in large-scrolled handwriting. My office. Thursday. 12 noon.
No address. But he didn’t need to give one, did he? She knew exactly where his office was. Knew who he was.
Holy. Shit. She glanced around, her eyes searching for him, a man she hadn’t believed she’d ever see again.
~~~~~
Keep reading! Click here:
Finally, His: Bedtime Stories Book 2
A collection of Elite Doms of Washington novelettes
Finally, His
Exploring her darker longings was the deal. Falling for him—fast and hard—wasn’t.For years Colette harbored secret desires—ones that were forbidden and dangerous. When a man resurfaces from her past, he offers a chance to explore her darker imaginings. She didn’t expect to fall for him—hard, fast and irrevocably.
The Portrait
Being loved by someone was supposed to be simple, natural. But what if that someone is desired by everyone?For years Eric secretly loved Alexander from afar. Everyone else did, too. But Eric got lucky. Love bloomed between them—and a third, Rebecca. But old insecurities continue to rise, threatening it all.
When Darkness Calls
Even perfect love can’t conquer some nightmares—or so she believed.
Charlotte’s past is ugly by no fault of her own. Her Master will do anything to finally rid her of her hideous memories, and when he finally calls on their Club Accendos family she must make a choice: Confront the worst of them or possibly lose him forever.
Readers who love E. L. James, Shayla Black, and Joey W. Hill books will enjoy Finally, His.
Finally, His
Excerpt
His strides ate up the expensive Oriental carpeting. When he was a mere twelve inches from her, her neck craned to look up into his face. Now, so close to his glittering eyes, every nerve in her body lit up like the sun. Her heart thundered against her ribs, and her teeth grabbed her bottom lip—probably more to have something to do rather than chatter.
“Hello.” His voice matched his eyes—deep and assured.
With a small wink, Charlotte scooted away, and the room constricted, narrowing down to him as if all the people around them had been pushed away by invisible hands.
“Hi. I’m …” Why was she having such trouble forming words? As a foreign language translator, she was usually much quicker with them—in four languages.
“Colette. Yes, I know.”
Of course, he knew. Everyone in the room likely had a dossier on her already—something with big letters that said, “Look, but don’t touch.”
Alexander’s club application was akin to filling out a college application—and one that only allowed her entry to tonight’s introduction party. Nothing beyond. Apparently, to join the club officially, one must have a background check worthy of the CIA.
The masked man held out a hand, which she took.
Warm flesh engulfed her hand. “Enjoying yourself?”
She nodded. Enjoying wasn’t the word she’d use, but it’d do.
“Anything in particular catch your eye?” His hand kept possession of hers.
Okay, small talk was underrated anyway. “I’m not sure yet. But nothing I’ve seen has me running for the hills—yet.” She tried to sound light, flirty. Instead, her voice came out thin and little more than a squeak.
“I’m glad to hear it.” He studied her face. “You look beautiful tonight, Colette. But then, you always did.” He flipped her hand over and pressed a small card into her palm. “Think about it.”
He then released his handhold and strode away.
Wait a minute. Always did? She glanced down at the little card he’d given her. It read: Griffin Miles Storm.
Her brain froze along with every part of her body. He couldn’t be.
On the back, he’d written a note in large-scrolled handwriting. My office. Thursday. 12 noon.
No address. But he didn’t need to give one, did he? She knew exactly where his office was. Knew who he was.
Holy. Shit. She glanced around, her eyes searching for him, a man she hadn’t believed she’d ever see again.
~~~~~
Keep reading! Click here:
Finally, His: Bedtime Stories Book 2
A collection of Elite Doms of Washington novelettes
Finally, His
Exploring her darker longings was the deal. Falling for him—fast and hard—wasn’t.For years Colette harbored secret desires—ones that were forbidden and dangerous. When a man resurfaces from her past, he offers a chance to explore her darker imaginings. She didn’t expect to fall for him—hard, fast and irrevocably.
The Portrait
Being loved by someone was supposed to be simple, natural. But what if that someone is desired by everyone?For years Eric secretly loved Alexander from afar. Everyone else did, too. But Eric got lucky. Love bloomed between them—and a third, Rebecca. But old insecurities continue to rise, threatening it all.
When Darkness Calls
Even perfect love can’t conquer some nightmares—or so she believed.
Charlotte’s past is ugly by no fault of her own. Her Master will do anything to finally rid her of her hideous memories, and when he finally calls on their Club Accendos family she must make a choice: Confront the worst of them or possibly lose him forever.
Readers who love E. L. James, Shayla Black, and Joey W. Hill books will enjoy Finally, His.
October 15, 2023
It's Here!
I am a VERY excited author here because it’s here! It’s here! Finally, His is now available across all retailers.
This collection of novellas -- a companion compendium to the Elite Doms of Washington Series -- was such a joy to write and publish. Visiting old friends from Club Accendos was such a treat. Hope you feel the same!
Haven't gotten your copy yet? Grab it here:!
Finally, His: Bedtime Stories Book 2
Let me know what you think of the stories. I love hearing from you!
But if you want to get right to reading it, I don't blame you. This collection is off-the-charts spicy.
This collection of novellas -- a companion compendium to the Elite Doms of Washington Series -- was such a joy to write and publish. Visiting old friends from Club Accendos was such a treat. Hope you feel the same!
Haven't gotten your copy yet? Grab it here:!
Finally, His: Bedtime Stories Book 2
Let me know what you think of the stories. I love hearing from you!
But if you want to get right to reading it, I don't blame you. This collection is off-the-charts spicy.
October 7, 2023
Last Few Days...
......to preorder Finally, His. GET YOUR COPY HERE:
Finally, His: Bedtime Stories Book 2
If will download to your ereader at midnight (ish) on October 10. Or buy the print version now live on Amazon!
Finally, His: Bedtime Stories Book 2
If will download to your ereader at midnight (ish) on October 10. Or buy the print version now live on Amazon!
September 29, 2023
It's a Scavenger Hunt!
Finally, His releases on October 10 (have you preordered?) but there's some fun to be had before then!
Have you been playing the Finally, His Scavenger Hunt on social media with me? If not, there's still time.
Go to my Facebook page or my Instagram feed and search on this hashtag: #EliteDomsScavengerHunt to find all the "missions". Read the questions posed and fill in the day's google form given with your answer.
Everyone who answers all the questions correctly wins a special swag pack. One grand prize winner will receive a signed print copy of Finally, His.
Not interested in playing? Here's an excerpt from Finally, His to enjoy instead!
~~~~~
His strides ate up the expensive Oriental carpeting. When he was a mere twelve inches from her, Colette's neck craned to look up into his face. Now, so close to his glittering eyes, every nerve in her body lit up like the sun. Her heart thundered against her ribs, and her teeth grabbed her bottom lip—probably more to have something to do rather than chatter.
“Hello.” His voice matched his eyes—deep and assured.
With a small wink, Charlotte scooted away, and the room constricted, narrowing down to him as if all the people around them had been pushed away by invisible hands.
“Hi. I’m …” Why was she having such trouble forming words? As a foreign language translator, she was usually much quicker with them—in four languages.
“Colette. Yes, I know.”
Of course, he knew. Everyone in the room likely had a dossier on her already—something with big letters that said, “Look, but don’t touch.”
Alexander’s club application was akin to filling out a college application—and one that only allowed her entry to tonight’s introduction party. Nothing beyond. Apparently, to join the club officially, one must have a background check worthy of the CIA.
The masked man held out a hand, which she took.
Warm flesh engulfed her hand. “Enjoying yourself?”
She nodded. Enjoying wasn’t the word she’d use, but it’d do.
“Anything in particular catch your eye?” His hand kept possession of hers.
Okay, small talk was underrated anyway. “I’m not sure yet. But nothing I’ve seen has me running for the hills—yet.” She tried to sound light, flirty. Instead, her voice came out thin and little more than a squeak.
“I’m glad to hear it.” He studied her face. “You look beautiful tonight, Colette. But then, you always did.” He flipped her hand over and pressed a small card into her palm. “Think about it.”
He then released his handhold and strode away.
Wait a minute. Always did? She glanced down at the little card he’d given her. It read: Griffin Miles Storm.
Her brain froze along with every part of her body. He couldn’t be.
On the back, he’d written a note in large-scrolled handwriting. My office. Thursday. 12 noon.
No address. But he didn’t need to give one, did he? She knew exactly where his office was. Knew who he was.
Holy. Shit. She glanced around, her eyes searching for him, a man she hadn’t believed she’d ever see again.
Have you been playing the Finally, His Scavenger Hunt on social media with me? If not, there's still time.
Go to my Facebook page or my Instagram feed and search on this hashtag: #EliteDomsScavengerHunt to find all the "missions". Read the questions posed and fill in the day's google form given with your answer.
Everyone who answers all the questions correctly wins a special swag pack. One grand prize winner will receive a signed print copy of Finally, His.
Not interested in playing? Here's an excerpt from Finally, His to enjoy instead!
~~~~~
His strides ate up the expensive Oriental carpeting. When he was a mere twelve inches from her, Colette's neck craned to look up into his face. Now, so close to his glittering eyes, every nerve in her body lit up like the sun. Her heart thundered against her ribs, and her teeth grabbed her bottom lip—probably more to have something to do rather than chatter.
“Hello.” His voice matched his eyes—deep and assured.
With a small wink, Charlotte scooted away, and the room constricted, narrowing down to him as if all the people around them had been pushed away by invisible hands.
“Hi. I’m …” Why was she having such trouble forming words? As a foreign language translator, she was usually much quicker with them—in four languages.
“Colette. Yes, I know.”
Of course, he knew. Everyone in the room likely had a dossier on her already—something with big letters that said, “Look, but don’t touch.”
Alexander’s club application was akin to filling out a college application—and one that only allowed her entry to tonight’s introduction party. Nothing beyond. Apparently, to join the club officially, one must have a background check worthy of the CIA.
The masked man held out a hand, which she took.
Warm flesh engulfed her hand. “Enjoying yourself?”
She nodded. Enjoying wasn’t the word she’d use, but it’d do.
“Anything in particular catch your eye?” His hand kept possession of hers.
Okay, small talk was underrated anyway. “I’m not sure yet. But nothing I’ve seen has me running for the hills—yet.” She tried to sound light, flirty. Instead, her voice came out thin and little more than a squeak.
“I’m glad to hear it.” He studied her face. “You look beautiful tonight, Colette. But then, you always did.” He flipped her hand over and pressed a small card into her palm. “Think about it.”
He then released his handhold and strode away.
Wait a minute. Always did? She glanced down at the little card he’d given her. It read: Griffin Miles Storm.
Her brain froze along with every part of her body. He couldn’t be.
On the back, he’d written a note in large-scrolled handwriting. My office. Thursday. 12 noon.
No address. But he didn’t need to give one, did he? She knew exactly where his office was. Knew who he was.
Holy. Shit. She glanced around, her eyes searching for him, a man she hadn’t believed she’d ever see again.
September 18, 2023
Conversations With Characters #18
Him: I got nothing today.
Me: You're striking in solidarity with the actors and Hollywood writers, aren't you?
Him:: Yes. Consider me on vacation.
Me: Do let me know if you find anything interesting in the picket line.
Him:: We're discussing the patriarchal system that allows certain executives to make more than $50 million a year while too many actors make about $40 a day.
Me: Are you making that up?
Him:: I am not. Just like I'm not making up that we are going to gate crash a certain executive's party and have a threesome in his McLaren.
Me: Not sure how that's changing the system.
Him:: It's with his twin, twenty-four year-old daughters that he wants to marry off to other studio executives. It's their idea. They want revenge. I'm a man of service, what can I say?
Me: Is this a Hollywood studio mafia romance you're starting?
Him:: No, the mafia show up later. The head of the family--a woman--is in love with me. So she gets jealous and--
Me: My head hurts. Go back to the picket line.
Him:: Too late. I'm already in the McLaren.
Me: Okay, maybe I'll stick around. Solidarity and all that.
Me: You're striking in solidarity with the actors and Hollywood writers, aren't you?
Him:: Yes. Consider me on vacation.
Me: Do let me know if you find anything interesting in the picket line.
Him:: We're discussing the patriarchal system that allows certain executives to make more than $50 million a year while too many actors make about $40 a day.
Me: Are you making that up?
Him:: I am not. Just like I'm not making up that we are going to gate crash a certain executive's party and have a threesome in his McLaren.
Me: Not sure how that's changing the system.
Him:: It's with his twin, twenty-four year-old daughters that he wants to marry off to other studio executives. It's their idea. They want revenge. I'm a man of service, what can I say?
Me: Is this a Hollywood studio mafia romance you're starting?
Him:: No, the mafia show up later. The head of the family--a woman--is in love with me. So she gets jealous and--
Me: My head hurts. Go back to the picket line.
Him:: Too late. I'm already in the McLaren.
Me: Okay, maybe I'll stick around. Solidarity and all that.
September 1, 2023
**New Release News**
I realize this collection been a long time coming. Wait no more.
For readers who want more of the Elite Doms of Washington, I give you... Finally, His.
Finally, His: Bedtime Stories Book 2
This companion collection of novelettes include some of your favorite characters (Alexander, anyone?) as well as introduces some new players (Oh, Griffin!). I hope you enjoy them.
Pre-order here >>> https://books2read.com/FinallyHis
"To think she and Alexander had been separated for decades until a few years ago. How had she survived that time? How had she breathed?" ~ Rebecca from The Portrait
I understand, Rebecca. Really, I do.
Gorgeous cover done by Lou J Stock of LJ Designs!
Amazon ebook: https://amzn.to/44jPh7U
Apple Books: https://apple.co/3qyCukd
Kobo: https://geni.us/FinallyHisKobo
B&N: https://geni.us/FinallyHisBN
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**If you are subscribed to my newsletter, you may recognize two of the stories: The Portrait and When Darkness Calls. But both have been edited and include new scenes/material.
For readers who want more of the Elite Doms of Washington, I give you... Finally, His.
Finally, His: Bedtime Stories Book 2
This companion collection of novelettes include some of your favorite characters (Alexander, anyone?) as well as introduces some new players (Oh, Griffin!). I hope you enjoy them.
Pre-order here >>> https://books2read.com/FinallyHis
"To think she and Alexander had been separated for decades until a few years ago. How had she survived that time? How had she breathed?" ~ Rebecca from The Portrait
I understand, Rebecca. Really, I do.
Gorgeous cover done by Lou J Stock of LJ Designs!
Amazon ebook: https://amzn.to/44jPh7U
Apple Books: https://apple.co/3qyCukd
Kobo: https://geni.us/FinallyHisKobo
B&N: https://geni.us/FinallyHisBN
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
**If you are subscribed to my newsletter, you may recognize two of the stories: The Portrait and When Darkness Calls. But both have been edited and include new scenes/material.
