Seeding the Ashes

Seeding the Ashes

Ella’s life is in ruins: her father is dead, her stepmother treats her like a slave, and her prospects for escape are rapidly dwindling. Her one hope is the royal ball, where every woman of marriageable age will have a chance to win the prince’s heart…or at least a night in his bed. Surely the life of a royal mistress is better than what she endures daily.

Seeding the Dawn

Seeding the Dawn

Trapped within a curse of everlasting sleep, Aurora exists in a timeless unreality. All that changes when her dream is invaded by a handsome prince. With each sensual encounter, and the magic wrought by his body upon hers, Aurora moves closer to awakening…and discovering just what it means to be found by Prince Charming.

Bunny Bump

Bunny Bump

Innocent Essi expected to spend her spring break alone in the dorm. She certainly couldn’t have imagined catching the eye of her college’s track star, or that he would claim she was a literal goddess…Ostara, the goddess of spring. Essi’s body knows the truth of his words, though, and before she knows it, her ritual coupling with the virile rabbit god will leave her Easter basket full of a very special gift.

The Forest God’s Rite

The Forest God’s Rite

Wren knows well the dangers of the old forests all around her people. She has never strayed from the path… until now. Caught in the grip of the forest’s ancient magic, she enters into the realm of one of the old gods of the land – a god who will claim her innocence, body and soul, her fertile purity offered up in exchange for all that her family takes from the forest. By the oldest rules she has the chance to deny his claim, but will she?

Sitting on Santa’s Lap

Sitting on Santa’s Lap

I’ve never been a Scrooge, but it’s hard to find the Christmas spirit when your boyfriend and your job dump you on the same day. My best friend Shelly thinks she has a better cure for my holiday blues than a cookie binge, though: a trip to the local park’s Winter Wonderland, complete with a visit to jolly St. Nick. I don’t have high expectations, but when I sit on Santa’s lap, I discover he’s packing more than a bowl full of jelly under his red suit. And his name may be Nick, but he’s no saint…