From The Wild Rose Press
Soul Of A Warrior
Two warriors, one from the past, one from the present, are blindsided by magick and given a second chance at love.
Viking, Go Home
Wulgar Thorrason’s inability to control his desires earns him the ire of a faery princess. Sent forward in time to modern-day Michigan, he will have to learn the difference between lust and love. The petite beauty, Raven Harrison piques his interest, but how can he prove his feelings are more than lust when she scoffs at his advances and doesn’t believe his tale of being a time-traveling Viking?
Semper Fi Magick
After a failed mission, Special Ops Marine Derek Harrison wants peace and quiet as he recuperates at his cousin’s home. What he gets is a sex-on-heels woman with a snooty attitude. Not only does she remind him of his ex-fiancée, but she claims she’s a faery princess of the Seelie Court. Now she’s not only getting under his skin, she’s getting into his head and delving into his nightmares. Maybe there is more to Catriona than he first realized.
Two couples battle time and destiny. Will they discover love before it’s too late?
VIKING, GO HOME
“If ye do not quit thrashing around, woman, I will not be responsible for taking you.”
“Taking me where?”
“Thor’s hammer, I meant as a man takes a woman.”
Raven didn’t have to see the blush on her face—she could feel it. The man must think her bonkers to not know what he meant. She could only blame it on an overprotected childhood and a desire to start and keep her career moving.
Mortified beyond belief, she tried again to escape. Her hand brushed something hard against her thigh. Her gaze caught and then fell into dark silver spheres staring back at her.
Before she could open her mouth, his lips locked on hers, the covers disappeared, and a firm but gentle hand found and then slid under her gown. Her breath caught, held, and then released into his warm mouth as his fingers climbed higher. His tongue swirled deeper and taunted her until she reciprocated.
Wulf’s foray to find and tease all her trigger points made Raven burn with need. Her hips rose off the mattress when his hand found her breast.
His mouth released hers. “Easy, Raven. There is so much more I want to do to you. I do not want to hurry and your need is reaching out to me too fast and too hot.”
“Too bad, Viking. You started this, so don’t complain to me if you can’t keep up.”
SEMPER FI MAGICK
“Derek, I assume there’s a reason you ruined my song, and treated me like you were from the caveman era.”
“Why? You have to ask why?” Derek glared down at her. What was his problem?
“Are you dense as well as rude?” Cat slung back at him.
“Lady, you were this close to being booed off the stage for sounding like a scalded cat. Then you start acting like a stripper with an itch to scratch. This is a family restaurant. You can’t act that way in public.” The last of his tirade came out on a sigh. Cat looked, really looked, at his face. The lines around his eyes were deeper; he looked like he didn’t sleep enough.
Instead of the tongue-lashing she wanted to give him, she found herself reaching up and touching his face. “You need more sleep.”
As she watched, his green eyes turned darker. His previously stiff lips thinned into somewhat of a smile.
“Princess, you pull out all the stops.” He slid his arm around her and sat her on the back of the car. She liked it. This way she could look in his face without craning her neck.
“In what way?” She asked her question, curious as to what he meant by stops.
“You blow hot and then cold and then you look like a spitting cat and turn into a kitten who needs to be petted.” Derek just stared at her while she tried to figure out his words. For some reason she didn’t think he meant them derogatively. It seemed he was as confused by her as she was by him. Maybe her first estimate that he was just a snobby mortal was off base.
“I wouldn’t mind being petted by you.”