Consenting Hearts Book 1 ~ Just as we cannot live without dreams, we cannot live without love. Love is not found, for love is truly blind. Lovers do not meet for they dwell inside of one another until the the moment a whisper ignites the heart and a kiss touches the soul.
And we call that the beginning...of life.
And on Valentine's Day, what better way to lat tribute to love and lovers than with a love story that just happens--not on purpose, not by design, not by any other intention than to live life and love without boundaries? To fly limitless into the arms of someone who completes your soul gives one wings.
Nothing can stop the power of love between a man and a woman.
Secret Hearts Book 2 ~ Our hearts are the single thread, the single common denominator we share in our connection to one another as humans, cultures, men and women, lovers…family.
It sets us apart from other species and the love that is the product of our hearts rules and directs our existence.
It is this well-spring of emotion that is what enriches our lives.
Where would we, as humans, be without our hearts?
Where would we, as lovers, be without our hearts and the emotions that define our reality, our relationships,
and our loves?
Adrift, I bid you, adrift.
Immortal Hearts Book 3 ~ This is the story of my death.
It is not as it should be, but as it is.
It is not how I expected but, in the end, how I wanted.
It is not too soon, but sooner than I thought for my years.
It is perfect.
I am the sun, the wind, the stars in your eyes as you gaze into the moonlit heavens.
I am you, with you, in you—under your skin.
I reside in your heart.
And yet, it is not as it should be because it is our destiny.
It is our hearts, eternally entwined.
It is us—Immortal.
Healing Hearts Book 4 ~ Brianna Denton walked the night and crawled the pubs searching for her sister’s murderer. Drugs and alcohol drove her twin to prostitution in the shadows and rat holes of the underbelly of North Beach society. Brianna lived her sister’s life on the tight edge of the raw reality until she pushed someone too hard, too fast.
Tatianna’s life drew Brianna into the bowels of the dark underground society, but to who’s destiny—her own or Tatianna’s?
Someone wanted her dead too.
He’d seen her on the streets, in the flea bag bars and pool halls the midnight scum frequented. She fascinated him with her Mediterranean beauty and her disdain. She was fast, unapologetic, but her curves were slow and yielding. He ached for her until one night slithered into the wee hours of the early morning at Blu’s Balls. The smoke in the pool hall hung in the air like a noose from the ceiling.
She wanted a bath but she wanted the blond-haired, blue-eyed man with the heart-shaped face and the gentle mouth more, first.
Dr Ben James recognized Brianna immediately when the EMT’s brought her into his ER. He hadn’t seen her since that night—the night she picked him.
Can he save her life? If he can’t, can he forget her?
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