Here I will post links to anything that has been digitally published and also excerpts from the works I am currently working on or shopping.
A sample from Jaded Hope, my paranormal Romance.
Domino trudged through the Central New
York college campus, searching for the next woman on his list. Though, he was
unsure why he should bother to continue. Nothing save his ingrained Holcan duties had kept him on this quest
the past twenty years. He glanced once more at the paper where only six names
remained. It was the last page in a packet of hundreds, and all of the others
had been a disappointment. The Final Solstice would be upon them in only four
days, and then any hope for his race, or for the humans, would be lost. He knew
he should care more about that fact. But he could not bring himself to feel any
emotion on the subject. If they did not find the woman from the prophecy or if
they did, it would not change his life. He would continue to fight the Zamna
demons as he had for centuries, but merely for something to do while he waited
for one to end his existence. He neared Sheape Hall where Dr. Wallace had said
he would find the next woman on his list, though he knew it would not matter.
He needed only to see her so he could cross her off the list.
An excerpt from Los Diablos, my Romantic Suspense
Diego Lopez walked into the Los
Diablos Clubhouse and cringed at the screams coming from the back. This was
it. They would patch him in today if he could get through the next few hours. He
steeled himself against what he was going to see when he opened the door to the
garage. He prayed to Dios for the
strength to do what was necessary for this op.
Grabbing the door, he pushed
that cold mask onto his face.
He swaggered into the room, equal parts aggression and ‘I know my
place’. It was a fine line to walk. One he’d grown accustomed to tight-roping
during the past six months.
“About fucking time, Sanchez,” Hector said.
The Club’s President pushed back from the bloody screaming thing taped
to the chair in the center of the room and stared at him. It could no longer be
called a man. The smell of feces nearly overpowered him but he forced his gorge
back down, focusing instead on the metallic taste of blood. It helped. Barely.