His aster-blue eyes shown out from a face blackened by bruises and soot, his fair hair glittering in the firelight. Dressed all in black, silhouetted against flame, he looked rather like a demon, raised from the dead, trading for souls on the other side.

Don't expect much and you won't be disappointed.

Like a stand of lodgepole pines in a gale Raisa's followers all went down leaving her standing alone....There's no shelter for me not from any of this. I'll stand alone the rest of my life. THE GRAY WOLF THRONE p. 163

If you want to be a writer, you must be in love with the process of writing, whether you achieve financial success or not.

They were like two pieces of a failed star, drawn together by a shared history and a memory of illicit kisses.

Commander! Sir! Wake up!" Jack surfaced from sleep, wondering who the commander was and wishing he'd respond so he could go back to sleep - until he remembered that he was the commander.

My tagline is ‘Less sex, more romance, lower body count.’