Great News!!!

I have several new shiny contracts to share with you. It’s slightly bewildering since I hit a writing block in January but I have four confirmed stories out this year so far.

Guarding Mari: The Black Paw Pack #2 with Decadent Publishing. This story is Daniel and Mari’s, what happens when a serial killer comes back to finish the job?

The Death Witch: A Touch of Death with Breathless Press. This story is apart of Breathless Presses flirt range and there will be five stories in total, all in the 8k word count. If you liked my Molly O’Brien story than you love Fiona Fire-Tongue, a witch in search of her sister.

Embracing the Tease: The Black Rose #3 with Evernight Publishing. This is the last story in this series and it belongs to Lilith, the infamous Madame Tease and Joseph, a rocker with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Heartless: This story is apart of a steampunk anthology being published by Echelon Press.

I have several other stories to write and more in the process of being written, so hopefully I’ll have more news soon. :)

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Posted by on March 20, 2014 in Uncategorized


Lucky in Love Blog Hop Winner


Thank you to everyone that took part in the blog hop. The winner has been chosen by a very complicated pulley method, putting a blindfold over my eyes, turning around five times and pointing at a number. In truth I got my son to chose a number. So it was the four year old system. :D

The winner is Dianne Hartsock. The Raven’s Kill has been emailed to you.

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Posted by on March 19, 2014 in Uncategorized


Lucky in Love Blog Hop


Where most people are heading out, drinking copious amounts of alcohol and forgetting their own name. I’m not judging, it’s been a while but I’ve been there, wore the green and drunk shots that I probably shouldn’t have. I killed off some vital brain cells that I’m never getting back…oh look something shiny.

(coughs) Sorry about that. At Breathless Press we’re celebrating love and how luck can play into relationships in fiction. I’ve chosen my latest story released with Breathless, The Raven’s Kill.

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(strokes the cover) isn’t it pretty, it’s one of my favorites. The Raven’s Kill is about an assassin called Raven, a magical creature who has the ability to shift into his namesake and has the gift to see into someone’s soul, knowing every evil deed they’ve done. He’s given a new assignment, kill a innocent woman called Cassandra. He has no clue that she’s his life mate. I consider it luck that Raven didn’t kill her at that first chance, Raven is incredibly focused when it involves his job, nothing has stopped him before.

I’m going to be gifting a copy of The Raven’s Kill to one lucky commenter. Just tell me what your favourite shifter is.

Here’s an excerpt.

It didn’t take long to find her room, the door slightly ajar and he pushed it open a little more. Cassandra writhed on the bed, one hand between her legs and the other on her chest. He watched her come undone and knew he could do it better. He wanted her to fall apart with his tongue lapping at her juices, sucking and teasing her until she called out his name. He quite liked the fantasy and missed her eyes opening, resting on him. Her scream ripped through the air.
Well, what did you expect? That she’d pull you into her arms and you could finally find out what her lips taste like?
Raven darted from his place in the doorway and pressed his hand across her mouth. “I won’t hurt you.” The words left him in a rush, as she fought against him. “Cassandra, I don’t intend to hurt you. Listen to me. Please listen to me.” Her fighting gradually came to a stop, her breathing heavy and fast pressing against his chest. “I’m going to remove my hand. Don’t scream. I don’t want to keep you quiet.”
For the first time in his life, he didn’t know what he was doing. The smell of her desire, mixed with the vanilla perfume that seemed embedded into her skin, filled the air and it was distracting as hell. “Trust me?”
It was asking a lot and he knew it, but she finally nodded. The impression of her lips against his hand felt like a burn, as if the brief touch left a scar against his skin.
“Please don’t hurt me.”
Her words made him angry that he hadn’t been able to control the situation better. “I promise.”
Cassandra moved away from him, turning to face him. She nibbled at her bottom lip, her fingers twisted together. “What do you want?”

Make sure to visit the other writers taking part in the blog hop. They’re all giving away prizes.


Posted by on March 15, 2014 in Uncategorized


Nearly Broken: A Prologue

I originally issued a challenge to Kerrianne Coombes who was fighting with her writing. I gave her the word Parsnips and told her to write a 3k story, hopefully it would blossom into something more and for her it has. She gave me Brussels Sprouts and told me to do the same. I wrote some of it tonight and I have a vague clue to where it’s going but I thought I’d post the prologue here.

Nearly Broken
By Ella Grey

If there was an award for uncomfortable silences that they would get one. Alicia looked down at her plate and bit back a sigh. They’d been married for ten years and she still loved him. It wasn’t even a question of that. Ian had called her at work and told her that he’d be cooking tea. He rarely did it and Alicia had never faulted him for it. Ian used to work long hours before he lost his job a few months. Their roles had effectively been reversed. Alicia now worked longer hours and Ian was at home. She knew that he didn’t like it. He felt useless. A spare part and no coaxing from her had managed to get him out of the funk. She took cooking dinner as a good sign. She should have known better.
Six green round balls mocked her. Ten years. Ten very long years and he forgot? She put her fork down, closed her eyes and rested her forehead against her hand.
“What’s wrong with you?”
A part of her wanted to bite her tongue and lie. It was going to be the proverb kicked in the nuts. It would probably have him spirally into a deep depression that he’d never get out of and it would be her fault. Alicia opened her eyes and studied her husband. There were laughter lines at the corner of his eyes, ones that she’d put there when times had been happier. There were flecks of grey peppering his black hair, still thick enough that she could run her hands through it. She glanced back to her plate, then to him, hoping that he caught on.
There was nothing, just a blank look of confusion.
“I can’t eat this Ian.”
“What do you mean, you can’t eat it?” He put his cutlery down. “What’s wrong with it?”
“I’m allergic to brussel sprouts.” Alicia pushed her plate away and got to her feet. It had been a hellish day at the hospital and she didn’t need an argument. She wanted to take a deep breath, kick off her clothes and crawl into bed.
“Can’t you eat the rest?”
“No Ian, if those sprouts touched anything else and I eat it, I’m going to have one hell of a migraine. I’m sorry, it does look nice and I appreciate the effort.” She hated the way the apology slipped from her lips as if on autopilot. She didn’t have any real reason to say sorry. It wasn’t her fault and it wasn’t like he hadn’t known. He’d just forgotten.
“For God Sake, I can’t do anything right.” The sound of a plate shattering brought tears to her eyes as she jumped in surprise. Where was the man she loved?
Alicia stopped; turning around to see Ian slumped over the table. The remains of the plate decorated the floor. “I can’t do this anymore.” She barely whispered the words but Ian glanced up. For the first time in a long time, he looked surprised.
“What are you saying?”
She wiped tears away. “I’ve been patient, but it’s obvious that you don’t care about anyone but you and your self-pity. I need my husband back. I need you to shoulder the burden with me instead of dragging me down with you.”
“I didn’t want it to come to this.” The words left her as a whisper. “I fought for you. I held your hand and told you everything is going to be alright. Then you cooked me something that will make my skin come up in blisters and would mean a trip to the hospital.”
Ian got to his feet but Alicia held her hand up. “It was a mistake, sweetheart.”
She slipped her feet back into her shoes and collected her keys. If she thought about it at all, the decision she’d made, her whole body would shake apart. How could she stay, when all he saw was him? She wrapped her arms around her waist and glanced back into the kitchen. Ian stood in the doorway, an archway that he’d built a lifetime ago. He didn’t go to her and she was desperate for him to do that. It wouldn’t be enough to make her stay but it would be enough to know he cared, that they weren’t lost. “I love you Ian. Don’t forget that. We need some space to figure out what we want. I’m going to stay with my sister. Please don’t come for me and stay safe. I’ll call you in the morning.”
“Goodbye Ian.”
What the hell was wrong with him? He’d let her walk out of the door and hadn’t fought for her. He’d let her go. Ian walked to the cabinet underneath the sink and pulled out the dustpan and brush. A part of him just wanted to curl up on the floor but there was no way he could leave it there. Everything had changed when he lost his job and Alicia had been a star, taking on more hours and had been there for him.
In the end he lost everything, even his wife.
He chucked the remains of the plate into the bin and threw the dustpan and brush back where they belonged. What kind of man forgot the foods that could make his wife ill? He opened the fridge and grabbed the six pack of beer he’d gotten earlier. Everything felt so heavy, like concrete replaced the bones in his body. He slipped to the floor and opened the first bottle, taking a long slug from it.
He didn’t blame her for walking out. There was only so much a person could take. He needed to think, he needed to be the man his wife fell in love with and not the one who drove her away. He pulled himself back to his feet and poured the bottles of beer down the sink, watching the amber liquid disappear down the plug.

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Posted by on February 25, 2014 in Uncategorized


Future Projects

I submitted two stories last month and get two R&Rs, which was a huge knock to the old self confidence. One story was about a wolf shifter, the other about a Phoenix.

I took a few days off, since rejections are always take it out of me. I know that its all part and parcel of being a writer, with the crappy reviews and muses that you have to hold hostage with the promise of chocolate. In all honesty I could really use a do over for the whole month. January sucked donkey balls.

On a brighter note I wrote another story and it was submitted this week. The last installment in my BDSM lite series The Black Rose, Embracing the Tease tells the story of Lilith Yee, the co-owner of the BDSM and fetish club. She was only a minor character in the first two stories, which were about Alex and Nola. She really needed her own story though, it also tied up the series I think. I enjoyed writing her story and learning more about such a diverse lifestyle.

I’m going to focus on paranormal romance and after I sort out a few things, I’m going to be finish the Black Paw Pack series.

I hope you enjoy reading this series as much I loved to write it.

The first story is The Schoolteacher and the Dom, which is apart of Evernight Publishing’s Romance on the Go line, is perfect for the woman on the go. Read it in the doctor’s waiting room or while you’re waiting for the kids to finish school.

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Posted by on February 15, 2014 in Uncategorized


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The Raven’s Kill: Chapter One

Chapter One
It had taken some maneuvering, but the raven eventually found a spot on the side of the building—a church decorated by gargoyles around the towers—where he could see her. He made it a habit to study his targets.
The beautiful blonde-haired woman brought a piece of strawberry to her lips and bit into it, a laugh escaping her as juice dripped down her chin. A man sitting at the same table watched her with rapt attention. He wished he were the one across from her, maybe tasting the juice dripping from her lips. The feeling took him by surprise, the need to do anything, but the task he’d been hired to do. She brought a napkin to her chin, dabbing at the red liquid and he caught the hint of a blush. There was something about her, the mass of curls and her lilac eyes gave her the look of a startled wood nymph.
Why would anyone want her dead? Why am I even questioning it? The stray thoughts threatened to break his usual ironclad resolve. Her smile was shy and small, maybe embarrassed by her blunder. There was no way she knew Raven watched her, contemplating her death. Her life ticked down like the sands in an hourglass. Raven pulled his attention away from her and spread his wings to aid his descent to a lower perch on the building. The need for her to see him as a man, not as a bird, guided his steps. As soon as he was close enough to the top of the alleyway separating the church from a Chinese restaurant, he dropped the rest of the way down, his wings spread. Magic swept over him, a tingle travelled to every nerve ending, and instead of his claws, he landed on the soles of his boots. The black feathers made up a black T-shirt with matching jeans, and a leather jacket completed
the look. His feathers could take the shape and feel of any piece of clothing he could imagine, but he took in mind his surroundings. He needed to blend into the background, but still catch her attention.
As he stepped out of the alleyway, he shielded his eyes from the glare of the sun. He blinked a few times and settled his gaze on her, travelling the line of her neck, noting her full lips. As if she felt his intense gaze, she glanced up. The second their eyes met, his heart flipped in his chest. A connection bound them together,
almost tangible and one he didn’t want to ignore. Her lilac stare pinned him to the spot. She paused in mid-motion, another strawberry halfway to her lips. The man moved in his chair, until his eyes connected with Raven. There was fear in his eyes and blackness, before he quickly spun around, breaking the connection before it could fully form. Raven didn’t pay the odd man any attention, after all he wasn’t the focus of his curiosity, she was. The man reached out and touched her arm, bringing her focus back to him. A few whispered words and they both stood. Raven wanted to follow them; to stop her, but common sense glued him to the floor. There would be time to meet her later. He smiled as she darted another look at him. The blush never left her cheeks and his smile widened; she was intrigued as much as he was. He let his eyes travel over her body taking in every detail, committing it to memory. Her simple blue dress was a picture of innocence. There was no darkness in her eyes. There wasn’t any black mark that hinted at a terrible secret. The ability to gaze into someone else and know his or her darkest secret made him a talented assassin. If she was an innocent, why did someone want her dead?

The only thing Cassandra Stirling could hear was the beat of her heart. Patrick might have said something, but she couldn’t hear him over the heavy thudding in her chest. Fear welled up inside of her, tainted with desire. The way the man looked at her, a smile that made her body tight with need. It had been instant and it vibrated in every part of her. The more unpleasant feelings threatened to overwhelm her, hinted at the beginning of an attack. They’d become more regular since her parent’s death. Patrick’s cold hand on her arm brought her out of the impending spiral into helplessness. He guided her away from the coffee table, their lunch forgotten. She cast one more look over her shoulder at the strange man. He watched her with dark eyes, ones that were full
of secrets. Desire spiked through her, leaving her breathless at their intensity, her reaction absolute and undeniable.He inspired darkness and passion in an otherworldly package. Dark hair, rough and unkempt looked like he’d brushed his fingers through it. That lazy grin of his made parts of her ache. The heat between her legs spread like wildfire all over her body and her face warmed. He was mesmerizing and it definitely wasn’t easy to pull her gaze away from him. She wanted to touch him, he couldn’t be real, nobody like him existed anywhere, but
in someone’s dark dreams. “Cassandra, I better take you home.” Her fiancé’s voice managed to break through her fantasy and guilt hit her hard.
“Thanks, I don’t know what came over me.”
He smiled, as he gently rubbed her lower back. Usually the touch would have calmed her, but today it didn’t. Cassandra couldn’t pull her thoughts away from the man who stepped out of the shadows.
“It’s okay. I know these spells come over you without warning. It’ll be best if I drop you back off home, do you want me to call the doctor?”
They hadn’t had a long engagement, they met at her parent’s funeral, but Patrick had become a part of her life, offering a stability she needed. She shook her head. “I’m fine, I just need to rest.”
They drove to hers mostly in silence. Patrick had tried to talk to her, but Cassandra glanced out of the window, watching the world pass by in a whirl. Had it been the mysterious man who’d triggered the attack? She might have suffered from them her entire life, but it was only after her parent’s death that the attacks started to become more terrifying. She’d never mentioned one particular thing to the doctors, the one thing that would end with
her being strapped in a straitjacket. Bad things happened after them. It took a while for her to make the connection. In the beginning, it had been small things, the boiler packing up, and her friend falling out of a tree and breaking her arm, until her parents died in a car crash. Patrick turned the corner and drove up the road leading to Ravenwood. The mansion where she’d grown up had been in the family for years. Originally built by Lord Ravenwood; it resembled something out of a gothic novel. There were even catacombs under it. The history of the building was amazing, but Cassandra hadn’t been allowed to explore them when she’d been little. Even
now, since she’d moved back into the mansion it hadn’t been high on her list of priorities. It was all hers now, not that she wanted it. The place held too many memories and it was too big for her and Patrick, though he seemed keen on keeping it. Patrick dropped her off near the front door and brushed a kiss against her cheek.
“Would you like me to come in?”
She smiled at him, tired. “No, I’ll be fine, honest. I just want to get some sleep. The rehearsal is the day after tomorrow so, I’ll meet you at the church?”
“I’ll be there at six, as soon as I’m finished at work.” She opened the car door and stepped out, waving as Patrick’s car disappeared down the driveway. Her body felt heavy as exhaustion seeped into her bones. The doctors she’d seen had no explanation for the attacks and she stopped talking about them. She had no desire to end up locked up in a padded cell. As soon as she unlocked the door, Jasper, a beautiful Labrador her parents bought when she was a little girl, ran up to her, nearly knocking her over. She ran her hands over his soft fur and buried her face into it. After a moment, she pulled away and smiled. At least with him there, the mansion didn’t feel as empty.
“Hey boy, let’s go get you some food.”

Raven would never understand how people survived walking on two feet or driving in a steel box. He spent the majority of his time in his bird form, the wind currents under his wings as they carried him in their wake. There was something incredibly natural about flying as simple as breathing for humans. He kept a reasonable distance from the car, caught up in an air pocket. Even if they caught sight of him in the rear-view mirror, they wouldn’t be able to guess a more calculated mind worked inside the fragile body of a bird, underneath the feathers.
He’d seen civilization rise and fall. In all that time, he’d never laid eyes on someone like Cassandra, someone who shook his resolve. Raven perched on one of the trees surrounding the estate. Cassandra stood on the doorstep for a few seconds; the wind caught her hair as she dug into her purse for a key, unlocked the door and vanished inside. According to the information Nicolai had gathered, she lived alone. Her life was completely isolated,
the thought of her so utterly alone called to him on a primal level. Another connection forged between them. Neither of them had someone close like family. Originally, she’d lived in the city but after the crash killed her parents, she’d moved back into the family home, probably to sort out the things her parents left behind.
There were memories in there she handled by herself, a strength under all that purity. As she entered the house, he moved from his perch and flew to the top of the mansion. The sky was already turning dark and there were plenty of hiding places on the roof. He shifted back into his human form. Scanning out the area, he noted several
skylights; he made his way across the flat surface. They certainly didn’t make places like this anymore; a metal grate enclosed the space. Near the center was a door, allowing access from the house. He brushed his fingers against the handle, but it didn’t turn under his hand. Well, that would have been too easy, he thought
wryly. He glanced back at the skylights; it would be simple enough to pop one of them open and slip in, complete the job and get out again. He crept closer and peered down, about a twelve foot drop, he estimated. Easy for someone who could shift into a bird. If anyone human tried to attempt it, they’d break a leg. It would be so easy to drop through now, track her through the dark hallways and break her neck. Sickness welled in the pit of
his stomach; the reaction stayed his hand in shock. He couldn’t do it. Somehow, she’d already gotten under his skin. Her lilac stare haunted him whenever he closed his eyes. Could he really kill her when she’d had such an immediate effect on him? He half collapsed onto the roof, his back against the door leading down. He dropped his head into his hands. If he didn’t follow through on his assignment, there would be repercussions. Thankfully, he had time, a few hours at least to figure out his next move.

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Posted by on January 27, 2014 in Uncategorized


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Available for PreOrder.

My first solo story for Breathless Press in out on the 31st. This story has a lot of first, new publisher is a big one, but its also my first bird shifter. It’s up for preorder on the publishers website.

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What’s Raven going to do when his targeted kill turns out to be his mate?

Raven is a shifter with the ability to see the darkness in a person’s soul. He has never strayed off his path or let a target live before, until he meets Cassandra for the first time. She’s an innocent, so why does someone want her dead?

As soon as Cassandra laid eyes on the mysterious man, she wants him with an intensity that scares her. When he appears in her room one night with an impossible story, she has two choices—believe him or die.

It’s a fight against time and with an attraction that scares them both, no-one knows what the future holds.


Her moans had echoed all over the mansion. Raven had even heard them from his place on the roof; he’d shifted long enough to enter from the skylight before taking his human form again and went to investigate. The corridors were dark, but it wasn’t a problem. The dog he’d spotted earlier remained silent in the kitchen, a terrible guard but Raven was thankful he didn’t have to silence him.

The moans made him rock hard, she was the only one in the house, which left one very interesting possibility of what she was up to.

It didn’t take long to find her room, the door slightly ajar and he pushed it open a little more. Cassandra writhed on the bed, one hand between her legs and the other on her chest. He watched her come undone and knew he could do it better. He wanted her to fall apart with his tongue lapping at her juices, sucking and teasing her until she called out his name. He quite liked the fantasy and missed her eyes opening, resting on him. Her scream ripped through the air.

Well, what did you expect? That she’d pull you into her arms and you could finally find out what her lips taste like?


Posted by on January 26, 2014 in Uncategorized


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