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 

Eight weeks ago… 

    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.