Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Viking King’s Vendetta by Sky Purington

Viking King’s Vendetta

Viking Ancestors

Rise of the Dragon

Book One

Sky Purington     

Genre: Time Travel Fantasy/Shifter Romance

Date of Publication:  August 13, 2018


Number of pages:  260
Word Count:  83,000

Cover Artist:  Tara West

Book Description:

Taking a few months to reflect on what she truly wants from life, Emily returns to her family home in Winter Harbor, Maine. Yet she should have known her ties with ancient Scandinavia and those with dragon blood would catch up with her. Moreover, that her connection with the man she loves would be impossible to ignore. Something soon proven when he pulls her back in time to tenth century Norway.

Determined to help his people defeat a dark prophecy, Viking Sven Sigdir returns to his homeland to find two regions minus their beloved kings. Leaderless, both clans look to Sven to rule. Though willing to rise up, he must first uncover the root of the prophecy. That means reuniting with the woman who holds his heart and setting forth on a perilous journey.

Sven and Emily navigate not only their feelings for one another but the burgeoning prophecy that might take it all away. Will they be able to conquer their new adversary before it's too late? Or is this just the beginning of something that will change life as they know it? Find out in Viking King's Vendetta, an action-packed adventure ripe with sizzling passion, epic battles, unexpected twists and memorable characters.

Excerpt 2 (Spicy/Dragon)

Arms crossed over her chest, Emily turned on Sven. “So what’s going on? What am I missing?”
He started to talk then stopped. Then he started again before stopping again. She was about to coax him along with some select words, but he finally came out with the last thing she expected. And when he did, his voice wasn’t quite right.
“Did your mother ever talk to you about going into heat?”
Oh. Odin. Help. Her.
“Enough said,” she managed before she strode after the others, her cheeks on fire. Of course, her mother had talked to her about that. It meant her inner dragon was ovulating for the first time. Something that happened long after her human half did.
Damn it, what crappy timing.
This meant not only would she attract non-related dragons from miles away but be in full-fledge lust herself anytime now. When that happened, her inner beast would seek out the male dragon that appealed to her most and have sex with him. And she had no doubt whatsoever who that would be.
Meanwhile, she was getting ready to walk into a lair full of non-related male dragons.
As if they didn’t have enough problems already.
“Gods, why now?” she muttered, shaking her head. She could already hear Bodhrán drums pounding in the Ancient’s Lair they were so close. She could smell the unique smoky scent of far too many virile male dragons in one place.
“It will be all right,” Sven assured, catching up with her. “If you have any questions—”
“Sven!” she interrupted him. “I don’t have any questions, and if I did, you’d be the last one I’d ask.”
“Because…I don’t know.” She shook her head, not looking at him. “It’s not something I want to talk to you about at all.”
In some ways, a dragon going into heat for the first time was as daunting as a girl getting her menstrual cycle for the first time. You were told what to expect, but it was still all so strange and life-changing. In that female dragons typically did it in their twenties made it that much more bizarre.
“I’ll stay by your side when we arrive at the Ancient’s Lair,” he assured, clearly bracing himself for impact based on his furrowed brows and downturned lips. “You’re already alluring but this…” He shook his head, obviously set to go to battle if need be. “No one will touch you that you don’t want touching you.”
She stopped short at that, surprised. “You mean to say you’d let another male dragon lay with me if that’s what I wished?”
If his jaw got any tighter, it might just snap off. Yet, he said what she needed to hear.
“Yes.” He managed a jerky nod even as his dragon eyes flared in defiance. “We are friends, and I support you in all things. Even this.” His voice grew more strained. “You are a grown woman and a mature dragon. You should be able to make your own decisions. Especially about something so important.”
Funny, she knew he was saying what she wanted to hear, but hell if it didn’t irk her. “You do realize male dragons can’t control pregnancy when female dragons are in heat?”
“I am aware,” he said, his voice low and gravelly now. He was deeply distressed by the conversation but hanging in there. “I’m also aware that your behavior will change while in heat. You will grow more…aggressive.”
“I’m aware.” She arched a brow. “Are you ready for that?”
“I have little choice.” He went to take her hand but stopped, likely fearing a repeat of before. “Like it has always been between us, I will stand by your side and keep you safe. Not as a controlling friend but as one who understands this might be a difficult period of adjustment for you and you may need advice.”
Appreciative, she eyed him for another moment before she nodded thanks and they kept moving along. The truth was she was in uncharted waters and couldn’t be more grateful he was here. Sure, it could get a bit tricky when she got all super lusty, but she knew Sven would keep her at arm’s length. He understood the boundaries she had set until she was ready.
Yet as they continued on and she kept a discreet eye on his tattoo, she found herself more often looking at the muscular definition of his strong arms. At the width of his broad shoulders. Then her eyes would wander down his cut body, and she’d find herself wishing he wasn’t wearing that sleeveless tunic. Then they’d go lower, and she realized she could do without the leather pants too.
Then her thoughts would go even further.
How strong a dragon he was. How big and beautiful he became.
She bit her lower lip hard and kept forcing herself to look ahead, well aware that it was beginning. That her thoughts were becoming far more erotic and at an alarming rate. More so, she realized that this all might be more than she was ready for when they arrived at the entrance to the massive tavern at the heart of the Ancient’s Lair. When far more male dragons than she anticipated looked her way.

About the Author:

Sky Purington is the bestselling author of forty novels and novellas. A New Englander born and bred who recently moved to Virginia, Sky was raised hearing stories of folklore, myth, and legend. When combined with a love for history, romance, and time-travel, elements from the stories of her youth found release in her books.

Purington loves to hear from readers and can be contacted at Sky@SkyPurington. Interested in keeping up with Sky’s latest news and releases? Either visit Sky’s website,, subscribe to her quarterly newsletter or sign up for personalized text message alerts. Simply text 'skypurington' (no quotes, one word, all lowercase) to 74121 or visit Sky’s Sign-up Page. Texts will ONLY be sent when there is a new book release. Readers can easily opt out at any time.

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Friday, August 10, 2018

Free Book Friday August 10 Secrets and Solace by Jana Richards

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Secrets and Solace
Love at Solace Lake
Book 2
Jana Richards 

Love is worth the risk…

When their grandfather dies, the Lindquist sisters, Harper, Scarlet and Maggie, inherit the northern Minnesota fishing lodge that had been in their family for three generations. The inheritance is bittersweet. They were raised at the lodge by their grandparents. The natural beauty of the place hasn’t changed, but the building itself is crumbling and desperately in need of repair. The lodge also reminds them of what they lost. Twenty-two years previously, their parents died there in what was ruled a murder/suicide.

As the sisters struggle to breathe new life into the failing lodge, old fears and questions rise to the surface even as new love presents itself. Why did their father murder their mother? What truths did their grandparents keep from them? The sisters must fight to keep the wounds of the past from putting their futures, and their fledgling relationships, in jeopardy.

No matter how deeply buried, secrets rise to the surface.

Scarlett Lindquist has agreed to help her sisters rebuild the dilapidated fishing lodge in Minnesota they inherited from their grandparents. Although the lengthy restoration is bringing the three sisters closer together, Scarlett’s support is temporary. Her leave of absence from her job in Chicago is temporary and she has no intention of staying at Solace Lake Lodge, where the lake holds dark secrets. When frightening childhood memories resurface, they are tempered by her fascination with an irritating contractor. If only she could trust her feelings for him. If only he could trust her.

Cameron Hainstock meets Scarlett at his brother’s wedding to her sister and their attraction is instantaneous. But Cam avoids the beautiful marketing executive. All his efforts are aimed at battling for custody of his only child. When the unimaginable happens and Cam faces the biggest challenge of his life, he’s reluctant to accept help to halt his downward spiral. Can they learn to trust each other and fight for a future together or will they go their separate ways?

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Wednesday, August 08, 2018

Cover Reveal The Affliction by Wendy E Marsh

The Affliction
Wendy E Marsh

Genre: New Adult Paranormal

Publisher: Torrid Books of Start Media  
Simon and Schuster Partner

Date of Publication: 12/20/18

ISBN: 978-1-68299-301-9

Number of pages: 248
Word Count: 86,874

Cover Artist: Kelly Martin

Tagline: “Heart throbbing, nail biting Wendy E Marsh’s THE AFFLICTION will hold your attention until the end.” Stephanie Hansen, METAMORPHOSIS LITERARY AGENCY

Book Description:

A shadow passes behind the stranger’s hazel eyes, momentarily distracting Aubrie Lander from the scars slashing down his face and disappearing beneath his tightly fitted t-shirt. But she doesn’t care what makes this equally handsome and terrifying man so solemn. She wants to know why she feels compelled to sit across the booth from him while waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

Aubrie can smell the whiskey as her new acquaintance lowers his glass to the table, never taking those troubled eyes off her, and her intuition tells her that her life is about to change forever.

In one night, Aubrie’s small-town life collapses, as the stranger’s secret plunges her into an underworld that leads her on a non-stop journey of self-discovery, the unearthing of a secret society, and finding unexpected love she is willing to die for.

The ultimate question, though, is will she kill for him?

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About the Author:

Pennsylvania, where she spent a substantial amount of time as a child knee deep in pond water catching tadpoles and salamanders. She also developed a passion for reading and creative writing, which evolved into a love of writing paranormal romance novels. She loves reading books that keep her awake into the early morning and creating stories that do the same. She has her Doctorate of Physical Therapy and works with children with special needs and developmental delays. She currently lives with her fiancĂ© and two fur kids, Bandit the tabby cat and Kara the hound dog. In Wendy’s spare time she enjoys riding her horses, hunting, and anything else that gets her outdoors. Whether she is making silly faces to entertain a child learning to walk or writing about two characters falling in love, she lets her imagination direct her passion.

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Elijah's Quest by Blair Drake

Elijah's Quest
Finding Magic
Book Four
Blair Drake

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Magic Quest Books

Date of Publication: June 28, 2018


Number of pages: 208
Word Count: 72,800

Cover Artist: Jennifer Zemanek/Seedlings LLC

Tagline: What would you do to find your magic?

Book Description:

Life as a seventeen-year-old jock at Gray Cliffs Academy is hard for Elijah Davies. Failing grades? Check. On the headmaster's hit list? Check. Dumped by girlfriend? Still working out the precise logistics on that one...

When Elijah called his girlfriend's obsession with the Live Action Role Play game Legends of Orynthica stupid, he never dreamed Zoe would break up with him. Before he has a chance to make it up to her, a violent storm sweeps him into an unfamiliar world full of Ice Trolls and vicious warriors—and worse, he's got the sneaking suspicion this new world is Orynthica.

Elijah doesn't believe in magic, but everyone thinks he's the Catalyst—a mage who will help the people of Thanasi win both the Ascension Games and its prize: the magic Yarlstone that can restore balance to the lands.

The only person who doesn't have faith in him? Zora Stormshadow—Zoe's Orynthican alter ago—and the leader of the Thanasi team. Nine teams of four enter the Ascension Games, only one survives. The fate of Orynthica rests on Elijah's shoulders. Can he learn to wield his magic? And will he ever get a chance to make it up to Zoe in his own world?

Book 4 Excerpt

Elijah fell through the portal and slammed into something cold and hard.
Air exploded from his chest, leaving his lungs sucking in nothing. He was pretty sure the entire St. Margaret's defensive line just smashed into him—either that or a freight train.
Where was he?
He coughed and managed to lurch to his hands and knees. He'd landed in a snowdrift. Enormous mountains reared around him, trees wearing the mantle of winter. 
One second he was standing on the roof of Gray Cliffs. The next he was...
Somewhere far away.
"Headmaster Auster?" he called. If you're out there, I solemnly swear I shall never call you the Grauster again. "Headmistress Lalane?"
Maybe he was concussed from the fall? Or maybe he was dreaming? His fingers were freezing, and he was starting to shiver, but he still pinched his forearm, just to make sure.
Ouch. Not dreaming.
"Rhys?" he yelled, turning around in circles. "Jasper?"
He'd seen the others go flying off the roof, sucked into the same sort of vortex that picked him up. Maybe they were here somewhere too?
He yanked his cell phone out of his pocket. The screen was shattered, but he breathed a sigh of relief when it lit up at the touch of his thumb.
Then his heart fell. No bars. No service.
Sliding the phone open, he flicked through it, holding it up as he walked to a higher vantage point. Still no bars.
The sky was grim and gray, heavy with mist. Elijah could see little more than the stark line of mountains around him, wearing their snowy cloaks. His breath steamed in the crisp air as he slowly lowered the phone and caught a flash of something moving out of the corner of his eye.
Elijah froze, his gaze darting over the landscape. Nothing moved. Just a slow veil of snowflakes drifting through the air, like some sort of winter wonderland.
But something had caught his attention, hadn't it?
What if he wasn't alone?
There was something out there watching him. He was sure of it.
If there was someone out there, then they might be able to help him, but what if it was some sort of animal? He took a few more steps, his gaze raking the tree line. Something moved on the other side of him, and his head jerked in that direction.
Two of them?
A little prickle of trepidation crept down his spine.He'd watched enough David Attenborough to know he didn't think he wanted to find out what they were. Right now he was the straggler of the herd, cut away from any sense of safety.
Turning to run, he staggered through the snow, his school shoes completely unsuited for the terrain.
"Halt!" barked a sharp voice behind him.
Yeah, right. He shot a glance over his shoulder and saw some kind of white, fur-covered beast racing down the slope toward him.
A snowdrift in front of him suddenly reared up, icy powder flinging everywhere. A spear pointed directly at him as a second fur-covered beast erupted through the snow.
"Whoa." Elijah scrambled back. He went down in a drift, staring at the enormous beast glaring down at him with beady eyes. No. Not a beast. A hairy man with a beard that looked like it belonged next to a tankard of beer.
He stared.
The man stared back.
That was definitely a spear, though the point of it looked like it was carved crudely out of black glass...or maybe obsidian.
What was going on here? For a second he thought his girlfriend, Zoe, was playing a trick on him. She was obsessed with Live Action Role Playing, and spent the last weekend—presumably—on one of her LARP quests. Had she coerced some of her new friends into paying him back for the not-so-kind comments he made about her gaming? She dumped him over those stupid words, so it was a possibility.
Except for one small fact: Zoe had nothing to do with the scene on the roof and the storm plucking him up and sending him spinning into this snowy plane.
And Zoe wasn't mean.
"Who are you?" the stranger demanded.
Another man waded through the snow behind him, clad in what looked like polar bear fur.
"Elijah Davies," he said.
"Elijor of House Davies?"
"No. Eli-jah," he emphasized. "Of Vancouver."
No sign of recognition flared in the man's coal-black eyes.
He was starting to shake from the cold and the aftereffects of adrenaline, but he didn't know what to think. Because these guys looked like Lord of the Rings wannabes. And despite the spear, they wouldn't hurt him, would they? There still had to be police here, didn't there?
"Do you know where I am?" He lifted his phone. "You can call my mom or my school if you want, and speak to them as soon as I get service—"
The man with the spear whirled and brought it down upon Elijah's hand. The phone fell into the snow. "What are you doing?" he blurted, kneeling to dig for it. "That cost me a fortune!"
The point of the spear suddenly whirled and pressed right into his throat. Elijah froze.
Police or not, this suddenly felt serious.
"Don't move," said the stranger. "We will have none of your magic here, mage."
"Is this some trick of Zoe's? If you're after a mage, that's the sort of thing she's interested in. I don't do LARP or—"
The spear dug a little deeper, and he shut up.
Okay. Point taken.
"Yeorfac," the other man called. "You cannot kill him until we take him to the princess. She will wish to delve him."
"He's a mage," the man—presumably Yeorfac—bit out. "He's probably a Pasternakian spy."
Yeorfac made a point of spitting in the snow at Elijah's feet.
Gr-oss. "Not a spy," Elijah said. "Not a mage. I don't know what you're talking about."
"You appeared from nowhere," Yeorfac snarled.
"Careful," Elijah squeaked. "I shaved this morning. I'm good."
The newcomer grabbed the spear and eased it away from Elijah's throat. "I saw it too." He was shorter than Yeorfac and a little older, his red hair and beard starting to gray. "I am Zandui, of Clan Tarven. We are of the Ice Fang Nation."
Thank Christ. Someone sensible—or as sensible as one could be while talking about clans and nations.
He doesn't have a spear at your throat. Sensible enough for me.
"And you are our prisoner," Zandui stated, yanking a set of leather cords from his belt. "Hold your hands out in front of you."
Prisoner? "Hold up. I think we've got some wires crossed somewhere. I—"
The butt of the spear appeared out of nowhere and smashed between his eyebrows, snapping his head back. Elijah slammed flat on his back, blinking as the world slowly came in and out of focus.
"We'll have to blindfold him," Zandui said, rifling through a pack, "before we take him to the princess's palace."
"He's a mage," Yeorfac muttered. "He'll be able to sense where we are. I say we cut his throat here and now. With the Ascension coming, the fewer mages the Lowlanders have on their side, the better our hero's chances of taking the games."
"Is it?" Zandui asked. "What if he was on our side?"
"If I was a mage," Elijah ground out, pressing the heel of his palm to his forehead as he slowly wrenched himself onto his knees. "Do you think I'd have just let you hit me like that?"
The pair of them exchanged a glance.
"And why would I work for you guys?" He met Zandui's gaze and stabbed a finger toward Yeorfac. "Your friend wants to kill me."
"He claims he's from Vancoover. I don't know this Vancoover, but it sounds Pasternakian to me," Yeorfac said.
"I'm pretty sure you're the type of guy who sees Pasternakian's everywhere you look, huh?" he snapped.
Zandui's slow gaze told Elijah he hit the nail on the head.
"Look, I don't know where I am, or how I came to be here either. There was a storm. The next thing I know I'm dumped in a snowdrift in the freaking Arctic, or something. I just want to get home. To Gray Cliffs. Or to Vancouver. Or hell, I'll even settle on Earth."
Zandui's gaze snapped to his.
"Earth," Elijah repeated slowly. "You know that word."
There was a horrible spinning sensation somewhere deep inside him. What if he wasn't in the wilds of Canada? What if he wasn't even on his own world?
Zoe loved sci-fi and fantasy novels. He'd idly flicked through a few of them, though he preferred movies to reading. And there was that weird indie cult hit last summer about parallel worlds. What had it been called again? Worldstrider?
Oh no. Heck no.
He was the very last person who should ever be sent to a parallel world. He didn't even believe in magic. Zoe would be perfect for the job.
"We need to take him to the Keeper," Zandui said. 
"What world is this?" Elijah breathed out slowly. They both stared at him. "What world is this?" he yelled.
A roar suddenly bellowed through the mountains, freezing the blood in his veins.
Yeorfac spun, tension lining his body. Elijah stared into the distance, his breath sounding loud. "Um, what the hell was that?"
Zandui wrenched at his arm. "Trull hyggen. Move!"

"Trull...troll?" he gasped.

About the Author:

Blair Drake believes in magic, especially the magic of stories with fantasy, adventures, romance, action, and surprises. She has loved writing and living in the stories of the Finding Magic series and is so excited to share the quests of the Gray Cliffs Academy students with her readers.

When she’s not writing about magic, she’s reading about it. Her influences are Cassandra Claire, Neil Gaiman, Rick Riordan, Garth Nix, and many more.

In the mortal plane, following the lure of magic has drawn Blair into strange and wonderful adventures from Australia to New York City, with many stops in between. She currently lives near Denver. Her very favorite spot is a red loveseat in her office, frequently shared with two cats, an outnumbered Dalmation, and occasionally her bewitched husband.

She might have gone to a school similar to Gray Cliffs Academy and would love to go through a magic portal. In the meantime, she’s creating her own in more books of magic.

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Tuesday, August 07, 2018

Shifting Auras by Claire Davon

Shifting Auras
The Universe Chronicles
Book One
Claire Davon

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing

Date of Publication:  July 25, 2018

ISBN: 978-1-68291-725-1

Number of pages: 203
Word Count: 60,000

Cover Artist: Ramona Lockwood


When Maya gets yet another call to retrieve her drunken roommate, her mind shows her a hot, amber-eyed Universe operative.

Once before, Ian failed to protect a sensitive from a brain-scrambling attack. He will not fail Maya . . . if it means using his talent—or his body—to stop a bullet.

Book Description:

Maya Wingfield was raised to trust no one—least of all the dueling U.S. and Russian paranormal agencies, Universe and Night Stars, who’d love to harness her mind-reading gift.

She thought Richmond a safe place to escape their influence and hide from a rising psychic malevolence that drove her out of San Diego. But when she gets yet another call to retrieve her drunken roommate, her mind shows her an amber-eyed Universe operative with an impenetrable net around his deepest secret—and a voice that sends shock waves of awareness down her nerve endings.

Maya’s curves and aquamarine eyes aren’t the only things that jolt Ian Sanderson’s mental shields, bringing sexual tension thrumming back to life. It’s a power his Universe-trained mind knows he shouldn’t trust. And a vulnerability that makes his telekinetic power burn in his palms to protect her.

But to Universe, she is just one of too many unanswered questions. A target for Whisper, a shadowy new group of paranormals with powers beyond anything Universe has ever seen. Once before, Ian failed to protect a sensitive from a brain-scrambling attack. He will not fail again . . . if it means using his talent—or his body—to stop a bullet.


The metallic squeal in the distance indicated the train was arriving. A light in the tunnel swept across the concrete wall as it rounded a curve and the brakes continued to shriek. People began to crowd the yellow line, jostling for position, trying to determine where the doors would open so they could leap on and get a seat, a premium on the Metro.
By now the train was visible, moving at a rate that didn’t seem normal. His experience with the Washington Metro was limited, but the tube in London would have been slowing by now.
Awareness flowed through the air, and there was a shift in the commuters as they began to understand that something wasn’t right. Ian released Maya and shoved her behind him. People scattered as the train started screaming into the station at too high a speed.
“Bugger all,” Ian said and reached out with his talent.
Without warning, Maya was yanked from behind him and hurtled toward the moving train before he could halt her.
He split his mind, one focusing on the subway cars and one on her. People were flowing around her, one or two pausing to try and help the woman jerking past them. Maya careered forward, out of their grasp. Sparks lit the tracks as the wheels lifted off the rails, the engineer no doubt applying the brakes in an effort to make the cars stop.
Ian’s talent blazed through him, starting in his belly and moving up his body. It pulsed and crackled, filling him with power fueled by fury and desperation. He reached out his hand, the palm glowing red as his ability hissed out in an arc. Maya halted on the demarcation line that had just been vacated, her eyes wide and staring. Her body was stiff, and her head was bent backwards in an attempt to clear it from the path of the oncoming train.
Beads of sweat broke out along Ian’s body as he found the train’s brakes on the wheels, applying pressure via his telekinesis. The conductor was already applying everything to the pedals, but they were going all the way to the floor. Instead, Ian focused everything on those pads, stomping down as if he were physically there. The train lurched and made a shrieking sound as it slowed. It slid by Maya, her hair blowing back from the rush of displaced air.
For a panicked moment, Ian saw Maya falling onto the tracks in his mind’s eye. Inside, the people standing were thrown forward and then back as the brakes caught. The train shuddered and ground to a halt.
Ian stumbled when he released his grasp on the train. Maya ran to him as he slumped, his shaking hands still glowing with red light. Energy drained from him but all that mattered was Maya, safe.
The train doors opened, and frightened passengers disembarked rapidly. The tourists had wide eyes and open mouths while the regulars seemed more sanguine. They were used to the vagaries of the subway and to them it was nothing more than a bad stop. A very bad stop, to be sure, but just a random day on the Washington Metro.
“Ian?” Maya asked, and he tasted the acrid, metallic scent of fear. It had been a long time since anyone had mattered.
“What did you sense? Anything?”
“I . . . it was so brief. Someone surfaced and before I could react to his mind—it felt like a he— I was being shoved forward. I reached out and tried to stop him, but I didn’t know how. It had to be a telekinetic, right?” By her expression he didn’t think she expected an answer. “It was only a flash, and then it was gone. Why, Ian? What did he want?”

The oath on Ian’s lips was savage. “I don’t know who it was, but they won’t get away with this. Blast. Yin was right. You’re in danger.”

About the Author:

Claire can’t remember a time when writing wasn’t part of her life. Growing up, she used to write stories with her friends. As a teenager she started reading fantasy and science fiction, but her diet quickly changed to romance and happily-ever-after’s.

A native of Massachusetts and cold weather, she left all that behind to move to the sun and fun of California, but has always lived no more than twenty miles from the ocean.

In college she studied acting with a minor in creative writing. In hindsight she should have flipped course studies. Before she was published, she sold books on eBay and discovered some of her favorite authors by sampling the goods, which was the perfect solution. Claire has many book-irons in the fire, most notably her urban fantasy series, The Elementals’ Challenge series, but writes contemporary and shifter romances as well as.

While she’s not a movie mogul or actor, she does work in the film industry with her office firmly situated in the 90210 district of Hollywood. Prone to breaking into song, she is quick on her feet and just as quick with snappy dialogue. In addition to writing she enjoys animal rescue, reading, and movies. She loves to hear from fans, so feel free to drop her a line.

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