So... I've got some exciting news to share! 2025 is going to bring something new and fun - I'm launching a fresh brand for my F/M romance novels. And to my amazing F/M romance readers who've stuck around despite my super-slow writing pace (yeah, I know, I'm like a turtle sometimes 🐢), thank you so much! Your patience has been incredible.
I've been working away on a new series, and I'm planning to kick things off in March 2025. Under this new pen name, you'll get:
Fun, witty stories
All the sexy romance you love
Happy-ever-afters
Standalone books that connect through families, friends, or shared worlds
I'll also be giving my existing F/M romance books a new home under this name. Think of it as giving them a fancy makeover - fresh edits and all that good stuff. And the best part? Once I move a series over, I'll finally be adding those new books you've been waiting for. Yep, those unfinished series will get their new additions!
The big official announcement with all the fun stuff - teasers, pre-orders, links, the works - will come in January.
Thanks for being the absolute best readers ever. I'm so excited to share these new stories with you!
TALES OF BEASTKIN 2
And now for some exciting news for my BL/MM romance readers! Adam and Shiro's story continues. I know you've been waiting so patiently for this one, and yes, my health threw some curveballs our way (we'll leave it at that 💕).
I'm super excited to reveal that Adam and Shiro's story has an official title: Primal Bonds! I've actually decided to give each couple in the series their own special titles because we've got more amazing couples coming your way. For those wondering about Adam and Shiro, they're getting three books (for now), and they'll definitely be making some important appearances later when our big overarching plot hits its climax.
Oh, and speaking of Book 1 - it's getting more than just a pretty new cover! I'm working on an expanded version that'll include new terminology, extra scenes (yes, that means more steamy stuff! 🔥), and deeper worldbuilding of our Beastkin universe. I'll let everyone know when the new version is live, which should be early next year around the time Book 3 releases. Don't worry - if you've already bought Book 1, you'll get the update automatically through Amazon!
Quick Series Details:
Release Date: November 8th, 2024
Title: Tales of Beastkin 2: Primal Bonds 2
Adam and Shiro's love continues
More steamy goodness you loved
Supernatural twists and turns
Deeper dive into our Beastkin world
What do you think of the new covers? I'm kind of in love with them! 😍
Primal Bonds 2
As passion ignites and love deepens, Adam’s power surges while Shiro fades—can they unravel the mystery before it claims not just Shiro, but the secret growing within him?
Shiro:A mysterious transformation…
I never imagined I’d find a home with the Sullivan Clan, let alone in the arms of Adam. As a rare omega foxkin, I’m still learning about my own nature and what it means for the beastkin world. But as I settle into my new life, surrounded by friends and protected by Adam’s love, something strange is happening to me.
I am growing weaker. The Sullivan Mansion, once a sanctuary, now feels like a labyrinth of worry and unanswered questions. As I struggle to understand what’s happening to me, I can’t help but wonder: Will I become a burden to Adam and the clan? Or is this mysterious change the key to unlocking a power greater than any of us could imagine?
Adam:The alpha’s awakening.
Adam thought he knew the limits of his power as an alpha. But as his bond with Shiro deepens, he finds himself changing in ways he never expected. He is growing stronger. As Adam’s power surges, so do the threats against him and his clan.
Adam’s daring assault on The Institute’s financial backers now garners a retaliation he knows is coming. With Shiro’s mysterious condition and his own unstable powers, Adam must find a way to protect his love, his clan, and the future of all beastkin. But as he stands on the precipice of unimaginable power, Adam wonders: At what cost will this newfound strength come?
Dive deeper into the passionate world of alphas and omegas in this thrilling sequel. Witness the evolution of a love tested by mysterious ailments, burgeoning powers, and a battle for survival against forces determined to eradicate beastkin in the second installment of the Tales of Beastkin series.
TALES OF BEASTKIN SERIES
Each couple's story unfolds across 2-3 books, culminating in a satisfying HEA. However, an overarching plot connects all books in the series. For the full experience, it's recommended to read the books in order.
PRIMAL BONDS (Books 1-3) - Featuring powerful alpha Adam Sullivan and rare omega Shiro in a steamy fated mates hurt/comfort paranormal romance.
Teaser
I slipped into the dining room, the low murmur of voices a comforting backdrop to the lavish opulence that surrounded me. Lan was already there, half-hidden behind one of the towering pillars near the far wall as if he was trying to blend into the ornate wallpaper. His usual mischievous grin was replaced by a look of apprehension, and I realized with a start that he was hiding from Vanessa.
The silver-haired gentleman I'd seen earlier—whom I now recognized as Thornbridge, the butler Lan had mentioned—moved with quiet efficiency around the long dining table. His movements were precise and graceful as he directed a team of maids in setting out gleaming silverware and delicate china. An older woman, whom I guessed must be Mrs. Hanes, the housekeeper, supervised the placement of elaborate floral centerpieces. The staff worked in perfect synchronization, their actions so smooth and practiced that they seemed almost invisible, a seamless part of the mansion’s grandeur.
Nolan was busy opening a bottle of wine, the rich burgundy liquid cascading into crystal glasses with a soft gurgle. Adam, ever the commanding figure, moved to take his place at the head of the table. His hand rested on my lower back, guiding me to the seat next to him. The warmth of his touch sent a pleasant shiver through me, a stark contrast to the coolness of the high-backed chair.
Nolan took his seat on Adam’s right, his eyes twinkling with mirth as he looked across the table. “Lan, hurry up and sit down,” he called out, his voice laced with amusement. “Stop dallying, or I might just let Vanessa have her way with you.”
Lan shot Nolan a withering glare and retorted, “Shush up, you!”
But it was too late. Vanessa, with her wild red curls bouncing around her shoulders, had already spotted him. “Lan, darling!” she exclaimed, her arms spread wide as she sashayed toward him, arms outstretched, her face alight with excitement. “I’ve missed you so much!”
With a yelp and reflexes that spoke of long practice, Lan dodged her advance with a deft sidestep. “I haven’t missed you at all!” he declared and made a beeline away from her outstretched arms.
In one fluid motion that was part escape artistry and part dance, Lan weaved through the furniture until he reached Nolan’s side. “Scoot over,” he demanded in a voice that held both resignation and urgency.
Nolan’s lips curled into a smirk, clearly enjoying Lan’s discomfort. “Only if you come to my bed tonight,” he teased.
Lan let out an exaggerated sigh, a mixture of annoyance and acceptance woven into the sound. “Fine,” he conceded with mock trauma in his voice. “I’ll be your teddy bear tonight. Now scoot!”
As Nolan shifted to the next seat, Lan slipped into the chair to Adam’s right. I couldn’t help but notice the relief on his face at having avoided Vanessa’s clutches.
I watched this playful exchange with a sense of bemusement, realizing that Lan’s reluctance to sit next to Vanessa was more than just a preference—it was a strategic decision to avoid her exuberant affections.
Madison settled into the seat beside me, her gentle presence a soothing contrast to the lively banter around us. “Nessa, hurry up. Lan’s starving,” she called out.
Lan nodded vehemently, his stomach growling in agreement. “Starving,” he emphasized, casting a pointed look in Vanessa’s direction.
Vanessa’s lower lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout. “Here I returned home early because I’ve missed my family, and not one of you will give me a hug!”
Madison reached out to squeeze Vanessa’s hand. “Cheer up,” she soothed. “I’ll hug you all night.”
Vanessa’s face lit up at the promise, and I found myself marveling at her mercurial moods. This powerful woman, the clan’s third hand, was nothing like I’d imagined. Instead of cold aloofness, she exuded a playful energy that seemed at odds with her position. It was… strangely endearing, in a way I hadn’t expected.
The doors swung open, and Tom and Chris entered, rolling in food carts ladened with lavish dishes. As Tom set a seared salmon on the table, the smell of the tender fish paired with a lemon dill butter sauce wafted over me, causing my stomach to rumble in anticipation. The salmon lay on a large platter, golden and crisp on the outside, while the inside remained a perfect rosy hue, begging to be savored. Chris followed suit with a perfectly grilled ribeye steak that boasted a charred crust, encased in a glossy red wine reduction that seemed almost too exquisite to consume.
To accompany these masterpieces, they presented a trio of sides that promised a journey for the taste buds: roasted garlic asparagus spears that glistened with a hint of oil, duchess potatoes that puffed up proudly with their golden peaks, and a vibrant garden salad with vinaigrette, offering a refreshing balance to the robust flavors that lay ahead.
The table had become a hive of activity as everyone served themselves, and the murmurs of contentment and conversation filled the air once more. Amid this backdrop, Vanessa’s voice pierced through the din.
“I’ve secured what you were after,” she declared, a triumphant smirk gracing her features. “The auction was a battlefield. All the major clans were clawing for it. But none could stand against the might of the Sullivan.”
Her words sparked a renewed sense of curiosity in me, and I leaned in ever so slightly to catch the rest of the conversation. Nolan, his usually playful eyes now gleaming with interest, leaned forward in response to Vanessa’s announcement.
“I can’t wait to get my hands on that ancient tome,” he said, rubbing his hands together with barely contained excitement. His words piqued my interest. An ancient book? Was it possible it contained lost knowledge about our kind?
“Shiro, how do you find the mansion?” Nolan turned to me, his curiosity seemingly boundless.
I swallowed my mouthful of salmon before replying, “It’s… enormous. There are so many people here. I think it’ll take some time to get used to.” I hesitated for a moment before adding, “Um, when is Aka coming?”
Vanessa, who had been calmly cutting into her steak, suddenly looked up with an almost predatory gleam in her eyes. “Aka’s joining us, you say?” she purred, a sly grin spreading across her face.
“Yes, Vanessa, settle down,” Nolan said with an amused shake of his head. “Chase and Aka will indeed be moving into the mansion. It’s part of a… secret research project we’re planning.” At this revelation, Nolan locked eyes with me, a mischievous sparkle in his gaze that sent a shiver of unease down my spine. “And you, dear Shiro, will be a key subject in our doctor’s research.”
My heart leaped into my throat. I knew I was going to be helping with the research but not as a subject. Was it because I was an omega? A wave of panic washed over me, but before I could voice my concerns, Nolan burst into laughter.
“Fear not, little fox,” he reassured me, the corners of his eyes crinkling in mirth. “Chase won’t do anything drastic—just a few blood tests, physical exams… the usual.”
Despite his assurances, my mind swirled with questions, and my gaze inadvertently drifted toward Adam. His face, usually a mask of stern composure, gave away nothing, but his hand found mine under the table, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand. There was something more going on here—something that likely involved the enigma that was an omega and an alpha as formidable as Adam.
“Why me?” The question escaped my lips before I could stop it. Nolan looked at Adam once more before turning his attention back to me.
“All will be revealed in time,” he promised, leaving the rest of his sentence suspended in the air.
As the meal unfolded, the atmosphere in the dining hall mellowed. I watched Vanessa, her cheeks flushed a rosy hue, her eyes glazed with the haze of inebriation as she worked her way through a bottle all on her own. She stood, swaying slightly as she looked at Madison with an intensity that was almost tangible.
“Madi, my love,” she crooned, her voice rising in a melody that was sweet and just a touch off-key. The song that poured from her lips was a love song, one filled with longing and promises of eternal devotion.
Madison accepted Vanessa’s affections with a tender smile, allowing herself to be enveloped in a tight embrace. Vanessa’s lips peppered her face with kisses that lingered a touch too long, followed by a playful lick that made Madi giggle and blush a soft pink. It was a spectacle that was both beautiful and a little overwhelming.
Nolan watched the scene unfold with an amused chuckle. “Vanessa’s completely plastered,” he observed with an indulgent shake of his head. “Madi, you might want to escort her upstairs before she embarrasses herself any further.”
Madison let out a sigh, one that carried both affection and resignation. “Yes, I suppose it’s time.” She rose gracefully from her seat. “Come on, Nessa. Let’s get you to bed.” With gentle coaxing, she guided a stumbling Vanessa toward the door. I admired Madison’s strength and the subtle way she steered Vanessa with quiet authority.
As they disappeared through the doorway, Lan shook his head, a look of disbelief etched on his features. “She’s an embarrassment to the Sullivan name,” he muttered under his breath, though the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth suggested he found the whole situation rather entertaining.
Nolan’s laughter filled the room again. “You just want her gone so you’re out of reach of her over-the-top affections, don’t you?”
Lan snorted dismissively. “I’m not worried about myself,” he retorted, casting a glance in my direction. “But Shiro over there…” His gaze softened when it met mine. “He looks too fragile to handle the likes of Vanessa.”
I couldn’t deny my own vulnerability, how easily overwhelmed I felt amid these larger-than-life personalities.
Leaning across the table, Lan fixed me with an earnest look. “Trust me, Shiro,” he said with an intensity that belied his usual playfulness. “Vanessa is awful and will do awful things to you. She’ll have you dressed in things you can’t even imagine.”
A shiver of apprehension ran down my spine at his words. The thought of Vanessa’s whirlwind presence focusing on me was more than a little daunting. I had seen the way she looked at me earlier, a glint of mischief in her golden-brown eyes that promised all sorts of trouble.
Nolan’s amusement hadn’t waned. “I wouldn’t mind seeing Lan and Shiro—and Aka too—in some of Vanessa’s outfits,” he mused with a mischievous grin.
Lan shot Nolan a withering look, his wolf ears flattening against his head in a rare show of annoyance. “I’d rather die than wear any of those outfits ever again,” he declared loudly.
Nolan’s chuckle rumbled through the room, rich and warm. “Lan, you have to admit, you looked pretty cute in those outfits. It’s such a shame you’re so stubborn about it.”
Lan rolled his eyes skyward, a groan of mock despair escaping him. “You’re weird, Master Nolan. Really weird.” His words were sharp, but the twinkle in his eye gave away his fondness for the absurdity of their banter. “You’re the only one who thought that.”
Nolan continued to prod. “Ah, but it’s such a shame we won’t get to see it again.”
Lan’s eyes flashed with defiance. “Over my dead body,” he retorted. “I’d rather parade naked through Times Square than let Vanessa dress me up again,” he declared with a flourish of his hand that drew a burst of laughter from Nolan.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the mental image, the absurdity of Lan’s statement making the room feel lighter, brighter somehow.
A teasing glint appeared in Nolan’s eyes as he leaned back in his chair, an image clearly forming in his mind. “But you make such a charming doll,” he teased, his voice low and playful. “Although, I must admit, I wouldn’t mind seeing you parading around naked.”
Lan huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as if the mere thought made him feel exposed. “You wish,” he retorted with a snort.
Their banter continued to weave through the air like an intricate dance, Nolan’s words dipping and twirling around Lan’s steadfast refusal. Then suddenly, Nolan’s gaze turned mischievous, his hand reaching out to pull Lan into his arms, depositing him unceremoniously onto his lap, eliciting a surprised yelp from Lan.
I watched, amused as Lan squirmed and wriggled in an attempt to free himself, his cheeks now a fiery red as he protested, “Master Nolan, let me go!” But there was a hint of laughter in his voice, a clear sign that he wasn’t entirely opposed to the attention.
As the two of them continued their playful tussle, a gentle touch on my cheek drew my focus away from the spectacle. Adam’s fingers trailed softly down my jawline, his touch gentle yet filled with an unspoken promise that sent a shiver of anticipation through me, his gaze meeting mine with an intensity that took my breath away.
“Are you tired?” he asked. His voice was soft, meant only for my ears.
I nodded slightly, feeling the weight of the day settle on my shoulders. “A little,” I admitted, the anticipation of what Adam had promised earlier making my heart flutter in my chest. The thought of his hands on me, his lips pressed against mine, sent a shiver of desire coursing through my veins. My skin flushed with want, and Adam’s soft chuckle told me he was all too aware of the effect he had on me.
He stood and extended his hand toward me. “Are you finished with your dessert?” he asked, gesturing toward the remnants of my chocolate lava cake, the rich raspberry coulis still clinging to the edges of the plate.
I looked down at the decadent treat, now little more than a memory, and nodded. “Yes, I’m done,” I confirmed.
With a firm yet gentle grip, Adam took my hand in his, leading me away from the table. As we made our way toward the exit, Lan’s panicked voice cut through the din. “Wait, are you guys done with dinner already?”
Nolan’s laughter was the last thing I heard as Adam and I stepped out into the hallway. “Looks like it’s just the two of us now,” Nolan said, his voice fading into the background.
I couldn’t help but cast a glance back at Lan, who was now struggling to extricate himself from Nolan’s roaming hands. “Quit it with your hands,” Lan exclaimed, batting away Nolan’s seeking fingers. “Where do you think you’re touching?”
The elevator doors slid shut behind us, sealing Adam and me within the confined space, my heart, a wild, frantic thing, fluttered against my rib cage. Adam stood beside me, his alpha’s presence, so commanding and overwhelming in its intensity, seemed to fill every inch of the small compartment, leaving little room for anything else. His scent—a heady mix of earth and spice with an undercurrent of something wild and untamed—was potent and intoxicating, a sensory overload that wrapped around me like a tangible thing. I felt my cheeks flush and heat spread through my core, a familiar ache that seemed to pulse in time with the beating of my heart.
I could feel my own scent beginning to bloom in response to his proximity, a subtle, floral fragrance that betrayed my growing desire. It was an intimate revelation, one that left me feeling vulnerable and exposed, yet thrillingly alive.
Adam’s nostrils flared slightly as he inhaled and stepped closer. His hand reached out, fingers splaying against my back, pulling me close against the hard lines of his body. His breath was a warm caress as he nestled his nose in the softness of my hair.
“You smell so good,” he said.
My breath hitched, and I pressed closer, emboldened by his touch. I lifted my eyes to his, finding a storm brewing in their depths, and my heart fluttered.
“You smell good too,” I said, my own voice sounding small and breathless. My cheeks flamed with heat at the admission, but Adam only chuckled softly, the sound resonating deep within his chest.
The elevator dinged, signaling our arrival at the sixth floor. Adam, his hand on the small of my back, guided me out into the hallway. The heat of his touch seemed to burn through the fabric of my clothes, branding my skin with his warmth.
He ushered me into his bedroom, and here, his scent was even more potent, saturating the air until it was all I could breathe. It wrapped around me, a tangible force that left me reeling, my body growing hotter, aching with need.
Adam shrugged off his suit jacket, revealing the broad expanse of his chest and the muscles that rippled beneath his shirt, the movement somehow both casual and intensely alluring. “We’ll bathe together,” he said, the corners of his lips tilting in a smile.
Dazed and weak-kneed, I nodded, incapable of speech as the effects of his scent left my mind hazy, my thoughts adrift in a sea of desire.
I am so excited for all these changes and look forward to reading your new works in the next year. I did have a question though, I previously purchased the first Beastkin (now Primal Bonds 1) on my nook and loved it so much that I bought the paper copy. I even preordered the second book around Feb when it became available, when it returned my money I assumed I could repurchase when it released this month but now they are unavailable on nook or even paperback. Are you publishing solely on kindle now?